Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 59: Bronze and Fire
“Hiss!”

Melias hovered in the air, staring at the bronze dragon with his vertical pupils, with no intention of launching an attack.

Aemon took a closer look and showed a look of realization.

The saddle on the dragon's back was empty; it was not Aunt Rhaenys who was riding the dragon.

It is estimated that the fight between the two dragons was too noisy and alarmed Melias, known as the "Red Queen".

"It's alright, Wormithor."

Aemon patted the dragon's back, signaling everyone not to be impulsive.

But he knew how the title "Bronze Fury" came about.

Getting angry for no reason and going berserk without warning.

He is arrogant and domineering, with an extremely bad temper.

My great-grandfather was such a kind and wise king, but his companion dragon was so violent.

Based on the unreliable theory that humans and dragons complement each other's personalities.

Eamon concluded: "My great-grandfather must have been a man with a wild heart, but he was good at restraint."

Womisol's pupils moved back, glanced at the driver who seemed to be in deep thought, and landed on the ground calmly.

Seeing that the other party's personality was to its liking, it was too lazy to argue with it.

boom!
Womisol landed with a bang, just not far from Haiyan.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the miserable-looking Dragon Taming Group was revealed.

"No! Haiyan!"

Lanino's face was charred black. He rolled off the dragon saddle, fell on the dragon and screamed.

He was just blackened by the dragon's flames and had some scratches while falling.

In comparison, the sea smoke is horrible.

The whole dragon collapsed on the ruins, most of the light silver scales on its chest were shattered, and hot dragon blood was flowing.

The most serious situation is the right wing.

After being bitten violently by Womisol, the entire shoulder blade was broken, several holes were cut in the wing membrane, and the wounds were bloody.

It seems that I am exhaling more and inhaling less.

"Hiss~~"

Haiyan's pupils were dilated and a fragile whine came out from the depths of her throat.

"no, do not want!"

Lannino burst into tears, not caring about the hot dragon blood, and hugged Haiyan and cried bitterly.

He didn't expect this result.

A fair and cute child, who dared to fight with others as soon as he rode on a dragon, and was so cruel.

Aemon sat astride the dragon's saddle and motioned for Wormithor to lower his dragon's head, rubbing salt into the wound: "I'm sorry, cousin. My dragon is still not obedient."

From Haiyan’s charging posture, it can be seen that this is not the first time she has done this.

Since you have come forward to provoke us, you will pay the price with blood and fire.

He did not kill her because he was showing her special mercy because she was a dragon of the Targaryen family.

You know, he didn't even give the "Dragon Flame" order.

When Lannino heard the words, he felt that they were familiar and harsh, and he cried even louder while lying on Haiyan.

In this situation, face is no longer a concern.

He only felt sorry for Long, who had been with him since childhood, and could not imagine the pain of losing him.

This scene fell into Aemon's eyes, his expression eased a little, and he reminded: "The dragon has strong vitality, it will be fine."

He just wants to "catch the order" instead of killing the dragon
As long as the injury is not fatal, it can usually heal itself.

At best, it's a matter of time.

Lanino turned a deaf ear to him and lay on the dragon crying.

A team of patrol guards arrived, led by the blond young man who followed Weimond to greet the king.

His name is Joffrey Morlon. He comes from a noble family in the Stormlands and is known as the "Knight of the Kiss".

The entire Chaotou Island knew that he was also Lannino’s secret lover.

"Lannino, how are you!?"

Joffrey's eyes were full of worry, and he stepped forward to support the other person.

Lanino was in tears and didn't want to pay any attention to him.

He didn't want to do this task, but his father forced him to do it.

This is just great!

Haiyan almost died when she ran into her younger cousin who had an even darker heart.

When I think of this, I can't help but feel ashamed and angry.

Seeing this, Joffrey was filled with shock and anger. He drew his sword and pointed it at the culprit on the dragon's back, shouting, "Who are you to harm the heir of the Lord of Tide on the territory of Tidehead Island?!"

The guards drew their swords one after another and stood in front of the bronze dragon.

Womisol didn't even look at it. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue, inadvertently revealing his sharp fangs.

"Are you questioning me?"

Aemon looked down from above and said calmly, "I am Aemon Targaryen, born of bronze and fire. Son of Daemon Targaryen, heir to Runestone City, prince of the dragon clan."

A series of titles, each more famous than the last, with a high number of people as the main attraction.

The purpose is to tell the world that he is number one under the king!

Joffrey was frightened, and his heart was in turmoil, but he still shouted: "Your Highness, I admit that you are of noble birth, but this is no reason for you to act like a child and hurt others."

When these words were spoken, the crowd around were shocked.

How could someone be so brave as to be like this?

Yimon found what he heard funny, as if he was watching a joke.

"Roar!"

Womisol sensed something and roared at the opposite side, and the scorching wind and waves were like steel knives.

Joffrey was horrified. He put his hands up to block the strong wind from blowing in his face, but he slipped and fell heavily.

The guards were terrified and held up their shields, not daring to show their heads.

"hehe."

Aemon chuckled and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just protecting me."

After saying this, he ignored the weakling and patted the dragon's back gently.

Womisol's pupils were cold and indifferent as he glanced at the guards who had shrunk like quails, then he turned around, flapped his wings and took off.

The man and the dragon left safely.

All that was left were the frightened faces of the people in Hull Town and countless whispers that could not be hidden.

The dragon of His Majesty the Centenary King.

Both in practical and symbolic sense, it's too much.

……

Climax City.

Womisol soared in the sky, its broad brown wings covering the earth, attracting the attention of countless guests.

After circling three times, it landed outside the castle gate.

The huge body fell to the ground, raising countless wind and sand.

Aemon untied the chain of the dragon saddle and slowly climbed down the rope ladder.

After a while, it jumped to the ground with a bang.

Aemon clapped his hands and sighed helplessly.

Dragons are just inconvenient, maybe this is the trouble of happiness.

"Who is this? The dragon he rides looks like Vermithor!?"

"He's still a child, a Targaryen boy with silver hair and purple eyes."

"..."

The guests present were stunned and talked about the man and the dragon.

Aemon stretched his muscles and walked towards the door of the castle's front yard.

Under a simple stone arch.

At this moment, two Royal Guards in silver armor and white robes rushed onto the tidal bluestone road outside the castle.

They were the Cargall brothers who had come by boat from Dragonstone in advance.

The two brothers were born from the same egg and have almost identical appearances and figures.

His hair was combed back, his facial features were regular and strong, and he had a neat short beard, looking capable and heroic.

The elder brother, Ilic, was honest and loyal. When he saw that no one was coming to greet the prince, he stepped forward and asked, "Where is Lord Corliss? Why doesn't he come out to greet His Royal Highness?"

The younger brother Alec was a shrewd man and found that no one around answered him, and no one even showed the proper respect for the royal family.

He silently held the hilt of the sword and walked to his brother's side and stood shoulder to shoulder.

Aemon looked calm, having expected this.

Specifically waiting for the two white knights to take the lead.

So as to avoid lowering your status by speaking up.

When no one responded, Ilic looked indignant and asked, "Is this how the Velaryon family treats guests?"

I can’t imagine whether the king was treated the same way.

It turns out that following the right person.

Not only will your attitude toward others change, but the way others treat you will also reverse.

Several figures walked out of the open castle gate.

The sea snake Collis walked in the front, his expression indescribably solemn, and his bearing was awe-inspiring.

He made his way across the vestibule until he reached the stone archway.

Aemon looked him up and down, a smile on his face, waiting for the other party to salute and greet him.

Without moving a step, he was as steady as Mount Long.

Behind him, Womisoer stretched out his dragon head, staring with his bronze pupils and his fangs flashing coldly.

He snorted heavily, emitting thick smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Collis looked at it carefully, and lowered his proud head with great vigilance: "Welcome."

　There were changes in the last chapter at 10:20 to increase the intensity of the dragon fight.

　　Friends who are interested can take a look.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)