Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 84: Dragons Dance (Subscribe)
boom--

The bright bronze dragon flame fell from the sky and hit the huge black shadow accurately.

"Roar!!"

Under the baptism of dragon flame, a terrifying dragon with a body as black as carbon revealed its true appearance.

The pair of green vertical pupils stared fiercely at the fellow that attacked it.

"Hiss-"

Womissor became even more arrogant and looked down upon others with contempt.

Aemon saw the dark dragon clearly and said in shock, "Glutton!"

The largest and oldest wild dragon in Dragonstone.

Known for stealing dragon eggs and preying on baby dragons, he is known as the "Glutton".

"What a vicious dragon."

Aemon looked it over.

Scales as black as carbon, vertical green pupils, a row of thorn-like barbs all over its back, and wide, large wings.

Especially the huge dragon's mouth, with its black fangs exposed and drops of smelly saliva dripping down.

The saliva corroded large areas of vegetation at night, turning them into withered and withered wastelands.

"Roar!!"

The Glutton roared to the sky, ignoring the two giant dragons in the sky, and once again pounced on the Mud Dragon that was trying to escape.

Hunting is its goal.

"Stop it!"

Without hesitation, Aemon decided to kill the dragon.

boom--

Womisoor swooped down, and the dragon's mouth continued to emit bright copper dragon flames, pouring out like a volcanic eruption.

Silver Wing hesitated for a moment and followed his partner.

At this time, the sheep thief fell to the ground, his already skinny body was covered with wounds, and he whimpered.

Not only is he ugly, but his roar is also very unpleasant.

None of the dragons present paid any attention to it, as they were all wary of the imminent melee.

boom--

The Glutton stopped midway, raised his head and spewed out dark green dragon flames.

The two dragon flames collided, bursting into brilliant flames.

The copper is as bright as boiling water and the dark green is like mist.

The two fought against each other, and a layer of pungent white smoke covered the area for several miles, like clouds floating up to Longshan Mountain.

"Attack, Vermithor!"

Aemon shook his body and gave orders through gritted teeth.

The Glutton turned its dragon head to the side, as if it heard the human shouting, and stared up at the sky with its green vertical pupils.

"Hiss-"

Womisol suddenly rushed out, swooped down with a pair of sharp claws like an eagle, and stepped on the black dragon's head.

Stab it!

The Glutton was unable to dodge and a large number of scales on his head were torn, and hot dragon blood flowed out.

The three pairs of pale horns were already hideous, and they looked even more evil when stained with blood.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing followed closely behind, floating past and spewing out a vortex of dragon flame.

The Glutton's wings covered its body, and the black wing membrane was like a black umbrella, blocking the powerful long-range attacks.

"Ok?"

Aemon glanced back and said in surprise, "Such a thick wing membrane, it can even block the dragon flame."

Just with one glance, the difference in size between the two dragons was revealed when they met.

Glutton is worthy of being called the largest and oldest wild dragon.

Its body length is estimated to be over seventy meters, and its body is strong and powerful, several times larger than Silver Wing.

"It's such an old dragon!"

Imon's expression changed slightly.

As a dragon grows older, it will also appear older as its body grows taller.

A typical example is Vhagar.

The 160-year-old animal has loose skin, sparse hair at the temples, and drooping flesh on its jaw and neck.

The same goes for Vermisol.

Womithor is over 80 years old, and its body has grown much faster than that of an average dragon, which also gives it a sense of vicissitudes of life like a hundred-year-old dragon.

At first glance, one can realize that this giant dragon has gone through years of accumulation.

And the glutton in front of me...

Those green vertical pupils as deep as the abyss were definitely not the eyes of an ordinary dragon.

At least close to a hundred years old.

"Roar!!"

After being attacked repeatedly, the Glutton became furious and flapped its dark wings to chase after it.

"Don't give it a chance to get close!"

Aemon acted decisively and rode the dragon up Dragon Mountain.

boom--

The Glutton was like a black comet, moving at an extremely fast speed, raising its head and spewing out dark green dragon flames.

“Dodge!”

Imon's pupils shrank slightly and he dodged sideways.

Womisol changed direction and avoided it by brushing against one of the dragon's wings.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing was not so lucky. He was hit on the back by the phantom green dragon flame and lost his balance and screamed.

The Glutton pounced on the silver-gray dragon hungrily.

Boom!

The two giant dragons collided, one clawed at the other, and they started fighting without giving in to each other.

Silver Wing has a gentle personality, but he is very fierce in battle and for a while he overpowers his opponent.

Click!
It bit the glutton's shoulder blade, causing the black scales to shatter and dragon blood to spurt out.

"Roar!!"

The Glutton roared, opened his mouth and bit Silver Wing's neck, as if he wanted to kill him.

"Attack, Vermithor!"

Aemon's voice came again.

Womisol raised his head and roared, his body smashing down like a cannonball, directly hitting the gluttons in the fight.

Compared to the opponents who hid in Dragonstone and only attacked dragon eggs and baby dragons.

It undoubtedly has more combat experience and is more aware of the weaknesses of its peers.

Stab it!

A pair of sharp claws locked the neck and tore the chest, and the weight of the entire body pressed on the opponent.

The Glutton wailed and let go of Silver Wing.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Aemon, crouching on the dragon's back, seized the opportunity.

"Hiss-"

Womisol gathered a breath of bright copper dragon flame and poured it on the black dragon head like a flood, and the copper water splashed and dripped all over the sky.

The Glutton's green vertical pupils revealed horror, and he was swallowed by the dragon flame in an instant.

"Roar!!"

The air was filled with burnt white smoke and a giant black dragon fell from mid-air.

A giant bronze dragon and a giant silver-gray dragon rushed out of the white smoke one after another, flying like lovebirds, circling over Longshan Mountain.

next second.

The pitch-black dragon crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and smoke.

"do you died?"

Aemon leaned over to observe, his knuckles whitening as he clenched the handle.

This old dragon that devours its own kind is too cruel. Staying on Dragonstone will sooner or later become a disaster.

……

Stone Drum Tower.

Rhaenyra was stunned, witnessing the fierce dragon fight that took place in an instant.

Before he could react, the huge black dragon fell.

Syrax was extremely agitated, its dragon head arched towards its rider, and it lowered its body, ready to fight.

For some reason, seeing the two giant dragons soaring in the sky made my dragon blood boil.

It seems to come from the call of blood.

"The black dragon has been seriously injured."

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment and hugged the arching dragon head.

Syracuse refused to listen, and grabbed the driver's skirt and dragged him towards her.

There was no way that Rainier could stop her, and her expression was neither amused nor helpless.

Without the dragon's drag, he quickly stepped on the saddle and gave the order: "Fly, Syrax!"

"Hiss!"

Syrax neighed excitedly and flapped his pair of broad fleshy wings vigorously.

The same scene happened in the nest under Dragon Mountain.

“Hiss!”

"Hiss!"

A heavy stone door was embedded in the mountain, and two sharp cries of different sounds came from behind it.

"Elder, the dragons are out of control."

A young dragon handler ran out from behind the stone gate, his silver crew cut burnt black.

The old dragon keeper looked solemn and asked cautiously, "Is the chain secure?"

A dragon rebellion has never happened before.

The voice just fell.

boom! boom!
There were two crisp cracking sounds in succession, and flames shot up into the sky from behind the stone gate.

"Get out of the way!"

The old dragon trainer was horrified and pulled his assistant to the ground.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

The heavy stone door was instantly broken, and two sub-adult dragons over ten meters long spewed dragon flames and rushed into the intricate underground nest.

It has golden scales all over its body, light pink wing membranes, and an extraordinarily handsome appearance.

When it flew into the sunlight, it became golden and dazzling.

Another cobalt blue scale, with a copper foil-colored abdomen extending from the jaw, a well-proportioned body, and a wingspan wider than that of an ordinary dragon.

It was it that spewed out blue flames and burned the dragon keeper who was guarding it.

The two sub-adult dragons raised their eyes and stared at the two dragons soaring in the sky, and roared sharply with excitement.

Fly high into the sky together and chase after each other.

……

"Hiss-"

Womisol's vertical pupils were as big as a square, circling around Longshan, as if he was in some inexplicable state.

Silver wings flew beside it, like a bird dancing.

After a while, Syrax flew over from afar and joined the circling dance.

"How is this going?"

Aemon was stunned.

hum!
There was a buzzing sound in my head, and I felt dizzy and a little sleepy.

In the haze, a picture emerged.

A volcanic group of fourteen volcanic peaks, with thick smoke with a smell of sulfur rising slowly.

"Shout!"

A shrill roar was heard, and a bloody dragon collapsed on the ground.

A larger black and red dragon was hovering in the air, looking down at it with cold vertical pupils, and dragon flames as black as night were accumulating in its throat.

Seems to be...execution?
boom--

The pitch-black dragon flame fell and engulfed the wounded dragon's head.

The scene changed, and dragons flew out from everywhere and shared the headless dragon.

"Hiss!"

A giant khaki dragon tore open its scale-protected belly and pulled out a scale-covered broken hind limb.

More dragons took bites and dug out more scale-covered limbs and body parts.

The black and red dragon circled slowly, watching the group of dragons sharing the food.

At the last moment of the scene, a group of dragons roared at it, with it vaguely at the head.

"Dragon King!"

Aemon was in a trance, and Valyrian words flowed out of his mouth.

Every group has its black sheep who devour their own kind.

There are also some in the dragon clan.

These special individuals are tentatively called "dragon-eating species".

They do not vent their anger by cannibalizing the corpses of the losers after winning a battle.

Instead, they are simply bloodthirsty and secretly hunt their own kind to fill their stomachs.

Usually, dragon-eating species are larger and stronger, comparable to ordinary giant dragons.

A dragon that can kill a dragon-eater will gain the respect of the rest of the dragon community.

The spectacular scene of dancing dragons is also an ancient celebration ritual.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss!"

Two sub-adult dragons flew over, interweaving gold and cobalt blue, joining the circling dance.

The status is clearly defined.

Womithor resides in the sky, circling around the top of Dragon Mountain.

Silver Wing and Syrax flew up and down, circling the halfway point of Dragon Mountain.

The two new sub-adult dragons can only stay at the foot of Dragon Mountain.

Aemon smiled, as if in a dream. "You've made quite a scene, Wormithor."

"Roar!"

Womisol's vertical pupils revealed a fierce light as he stared at the smoke below.

Aemon sensed something and became cautious again.

Dragon-eating species are always cunning and not so easy to kill.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a dragon roar came from below.

The man and the dragon were concentrating and staring intently.

Pfft!
An ugly mud dragon covered with bumps crawled out, wailing as if to gain sympathy.

Obviously, it was ignored again.

The smoke gradually dispersed.

A dragon corpse as black as carbon fell on the ground, and its huge body created a deep pit.

Half of the dragon's head was broken and buried in the dust mixed with blood plasma.

Half of the dragon head stared with unwilling green vertical pupils, staring blankly at the sky.

Even if it's like falling into hell, you must remember the hatred.

"Phew, he's really dead!"

Yimon stood up excitedly, feeling as if a huge stone had fallen from his heart.

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