Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 85 Aemon the Dragon Slayer

In an instant, the dragons were in a complete uproar, and their roars spread over the sea area within a radius of dozens of miles.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing's vertical pupils flickered as it glided to a distance not far from the ground, and was the first to show interest in the broken dragon corpse.

Many of its dragon eggs were stolen and eaten by the other dragons.

Now, it's time for revenge.

"Hiss!"

"..."

The other dragons became more and more restless, and looked up at the bronze dragon from time to time, as if waiting for the king's orders.

"It's up to you, Vermithor."

Aemon was proud of it and rubbed his palm against the bronze scales.

Womisoer glanced with his pupils vertically, then slowly opened his huge dragon mouth.

"Dragon Flame!" Aemon shouted.

"Hiss-"

Womisol roared to the sky, and bronze dragon flames roared out, breaking through the thick clouds.

The next moment, the dragons seemed to have received a call and took action in a flash.

Silver Wing moved the fastest, landing lightly on the ground and opening its mouth to tear into the dragon corpse's belly.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief forgot his pain at this time, propped himself up with a pair of brown wings, and pounced on the dragon's corpse to feast on it.

It acted most decisively, tearing off a piece of flesh and swallowing it.

The two sub-adult dragons were equally unceremonious and joined the feast.

The celebration ceremony after killing the dragon-eating species cannot be without the most brutal eating session.

"Hiss!"

Syrax was flying low on the periphery, spinning around in a hurry.

As the driver was still on his back, he didn't dare to get off to fight for it.

"Put me down, Syrax."

Rhaenyra looked dazed.

She didn't know what was happening, but she knew she couldn't stop her dragon.

When Syrax landed on the ground, the rider on his back climbed down and immediately pushed aside the sub-adult dragon, which was also golden in color.

Bang Chi Bang Chi...

At the foot of Longshan Mountain.

When two sub-adult dragons escaped, the dragon keepers panicked and went out in full force to look for clues.

As soon as we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we saw the ancient ceremony of dragons dancing together.

Pfft!Pfft!
Dozens of dragon handlers knelt down at the same time, their faces flushed with excitement and their eyes almost fanatical.

As a profession that accompanies dragons all year round, they are well aware of the existence of gluttons.

Can kill it, and cause the dragons to celebrate.

"The glory of Old Valyria... has been restored!"

An old dragon keeper's pupils trembled as he spoke.

In reading countless ancient Valyrian dragon tomes, there are only a few records of similar ancient rituals.

Most of the specific causes are unknown, and the exact year is unknown.

Witnessing this scene with my own eyes today, the shock was no less than a spiritual cleansing.

Soon, the dragon's corpse was in pieces.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing licked the dragon's kiss and consciously stepped back a distance.

Seeing this, the other dragons reluctantly gave up their positions.

The sheep thief's pupils were alert and he finally bit off a piece of scaly flesh and curled up at the end of the dragon group.

Up in the air.

Aemon saw everything and whispered, "It's our turn, Wormithor."

The final part of the ceremony will be performed by the giant dragon himself.

"Roar!"

Womisol circled around Dragon Mountain, and its pair of broad brown dragon wings blew away the stench, restoring the world to clarity.

Then, it folded its wings and landed.

As Aemon watched, it sniffed the broken dragon corpse, revealing its sharp fangs.

Click!
Womisoer's pupils flashed with murderous intent. He locked onto the still intact strong neck of the dragon-eating creature, bit off its scales with his fangs, and lifted up the huge corpse.

Aemon sat astride the saddle, staring intently.

"Hiss-"

Womisol exerted force suddenly, and the dragon head rose up unstoppably, accompanied by a sharp noise of cracking bones.

Pfft!

The Glutton's neck was severed, and half of the shattered black dragon head was pulled up by the roots and thrown high into the sky.

The clouds have dissipated and the sun is shining.

In an instant, boiling dragon blood gushed out from the broken neck like a dam bursting.

It was impartial, covering the man and the dragon who killed it.

Womisol showed no fear and let the blood of the dragon-eating creature spill on his chest.

"Oh ho~"

Aemon looked up, and the sunlight was blinding, so he raised his right arm to block his eyes.

When you see it, you can't hide from it.

Dragon blood poured down like a bucket, soaking his head and body.

Suddenly, white smoke came out with a sizzling sound.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra was horrified.

Dragon blood is extremely hot, and anyone who touches it will be burned to death.

When I thought of this, I felt a chill all over my body.

The dragon trainers at the foot of Dragon Mountain also witnessed this scene.

"Prince..."

The old dragon tamer's heart skipped a beat, his old face turned pale as paper, and every hair on his body stood on end.

Normally, dragon keepers who come into contact with dragon blood can only commit suicide using the obsidian dagger they carry with them.

Give yourself a good time!
"Hiss-"

With a roar, Womisol discarded the pitch-black dragon head, and began to cremate it by spewing out bright copper dragon flames.

"Cough cough..."

As soon as the roar ended, a harsh cough was heard from the dragon's back.

Suddenly, everyone present was shocked.

"Hiss, it's like taking a boiling bath."

Aemon reached out to wipe the dragon blood off his face and couldn't help but gasp.

It’s so hot!
With a glance from the corner of my eye, I saw that my silver-blonde hair had been curled by a fever.

"Womithor, you're a bastard!"

Aemon gritted his teeth, his face ruddy and shiny.

Burned.

He hurriedly wiped off the dragon's blood, and his long silver-gold hair was tangled into clumps.

It was very embarrassing, but no one really saw it.

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra covered her mouth, too shocked to speak.

The dragon-keepers trembled all over, as if they had seen a miracle.

"Aemon the Dragonslayer!"

Some people couldn't hold back and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Only the dragon slayer can be baptized by dragon blood and forge an indestructible body like a god.

The shout reached everyone's ears.

Even the old dragon keeper who was used to seeing big storms opened his mouth and said tremblingly: "The dragon slayer, the dragon slayer who controls the dragon..." "Dragon slayer Aemon!"

"A warrior descended from the earth, Aemon Targaryen..."

"..."

Yimon was wiping halfway when he heard a loud shout. His bloodstained eyebrows knitted up: "What the hell are you shouting about?"

Not louder either.

The dragon's back is so high, it's impossible to hear clearly.

"Eamon, are you okay!?"

Rhaenyra hurried over and stood beside the bronze dragon, shouting.

Yimon was speechless: "What do you think?"

Fortunately, his blood is of high purity and his physical fitness is half that of ordinary people.

Try another one and cook it medium rare.

Rhaenyra's expression froze, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the bloody young man on the dragon's back.

His face was still as handsome as ever, but his blood-stained long hair was less smooth and more messy and beautiful.

No disfigurement!
Aemon lowered his head, also staring at her.

They looked into each other's eyes and saw what was in each other's mind.

"Humph!"

Aemon rolled his eyes, amusement in his eyes.

Although he is poor and stupid, he is a kind-hearted person.

At this time, only a pitch-black dragon skeleton remained in the pit.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing took off again, and the other dragons turned around and flew away.

However, when they left, they all growled to the bronze dragon to show their respect.

Womisol raised his dragon head and accepted it with peace of mind.

Yimon slapped his face, knowing it was time to say goodbye.

Be alert and don't lose face.

……

Chaotou Island.

"Roar……"

An old dragon with a dark green body crouched on the ground, with its head with sparse horns drooping, enjoying the touch of its rider.

"Time to eat, Vhagar."

Lanaar, wearing a white lace dress, gently held the old dragon's chin.

Vhagar lowered his eyes, his huge body remained motionless as a mountain, and he only responded with the nod of his jaw.

The movements are light and gentle.

boom--

Suddenly, a strong wind swept past.

Vhagar raised his head slightly, his pupils instantly turned cold, exuding a hint of hostility.

"Silence, Vhagar!"

Lannar was pushed and staggered, and hurriedly tried to comfort the sensitive old dragon.

Vhagar glanced at her, his cracked dragon mouth opened and closed, and finally he relaxed his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

For some unknown reason, I felt extremely agitated and restless.

It seemed like something big happened, but it was missed right before my eyes.

"That's it. Don't get angry."

Lannar stood in the dust and stroked the old dragon's sunken eye sockets with her hands.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

I saw two giant dragons, one bronze and one silver-gray, flying side by side, crossing the Blackwater Bay and flying out of the throat.

"Aemon?"

Lannar looked surprised and whispered softly, "He awakened the dragon Silver Wing."

A smart brain is useful and can instantly figure out what happened.

"It's incredible."

Lannar bit her lower lip, her heart pounding.

She loves dragons, especially large, fierce adult dragons.

So Vhagar was chosen.

Unexpectedly, there is someone more cunning than her.

He actually took advantage of the unique partnership between Womisol and Silver Wing to wake the latter up and fly with him.

"So you are here, Lanar."

Suddenly, a male voice pretending to be surprised came from behind.

The son of a former Sea King of Braavos is performing hard at this moment.

Lannar didn't even turn her head, and the blush on her face faded away quickly.

"Roar……"

Vhagar turned his head and roared, and a scorching hot wind blew, driving it away on behalf of the driver.

"I'll come back next time."

The other party was sweating profusely, dropped the flowers in his hand and ran away.

The image of a straw bag is exactly what he really is.

"Roar!"

Vhagar snorted hard and looked sideways at the driver.

"I'm fine, Vhagar."

Lannar's voice was soft and magnetic, and she tilted her head and gently leaned on the dragon's head.

Head against head, feeling each other's warmth.

However, just as the man and the dragon were comforting each other.

An ugly mud dragon covered with brown scales flew quietly through the clouds, sniffing the scent and following the target stealthily.

It's like struggling to open up new territory.

……

half a month later.

Valley, Runestone City.

In the empty room, a tall figure with short silver-gold hair was lying on the table, writing furiously.

A piece of parchment, a quill, and a great plan.

"The first batch of materials provided by the card has arrived. It's time to officially start construction."

Aemon muttered softly.
Half a month later, His Royal Highness the Prince changed his hairstyle to a fashionable one.

no way!
Dragon's blood is sticky and thick, and it can't be rubbed off once it sticks to your hair.

His Royal Highness the Prince had no choice but to bear the pain and cut his hair into short ear-length hair, which slightly improved his temperament.

"Rhaenyra is leaving on her tour, and it's time for me to make my first five-year plan."

Aemon's eyes were bright and his pen never stopped.

One must have a clear goal in life.

In light of a series of recent and distant events, we can no longer take things as they come.

The quill moved slightly, leaving marks on the parchment.

1. River valley development plan.

As his own princely territory, the importance of the river valley is self-evident.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is the capital for making a living.

The palace has not yet been built and the city is nowhere in sight.

The screws must be tightened.

2. Marriage candidate.

　After thinking about it, I decided to update another chapter.