Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 95 The Name of the Dragon: Gelesos
All night, the flames continued to burn until dawn.

When Earl Wyman was extremely nervous and panting to open the door, he was immediately smoked and took two steps back.

His eyes were black and gray, his nose was full of ashes, and his heart, which was originally tense, was even higher at this time.

However, when he saw clearly the gray-black human body lying on the ground among the ashes of the fire, and the blue-gold creature entrenched on the chest of the human body, his footsteps suddenly froze in mid-air.

Awakened by the light and sound, the newborn blue-gold creature opened its golden eyes and looked at the stranger who entered the room. The next moment, feeling the danger, it stretched out its golden-striped wings in the lake blue. It made its first roar when it came to this world!
dragon!This is the dragon!

The life in front of him, although young, is like a creation of the gods, the dragon that has disappeared in Westeros for a hundred years.

Although the young dragon's voice was very small, Earl Wyman subconsciously withdrew his steps. At the same time, unspeakable surprise exploded in the old man's chest.

His own grandson, he succeeded!

The little blue-gold dragon struggled to spread its wings, the little dragon's mouth opened, and the tiny teeth inside stood erect.

It is very aware of the size gap between itself and the person in front of it, but in order to protect its master, it tries hard to deter.

Earl Wyman felt a little tricky.

Let alone him, no one in this world has any experience in communicating with dragons. Facing the young dragon who looks like a guardian, the old man didn't know what to do for a long time.

At this moment, he heard his grandson coughing violently:

"Cough cough cough..."

Clay was not caused by the fire, but was fainted by the thick smoke. He really didn't expect that even if all the four windows on the top of the circular tower were opened, the smoke concentration in the room would still be astonishing.

Originally, due to excessive blood loss, coupled with the crazy output of magic power, even with the powerful heart and lung function of the demon hunter, he finally fainted.

Until this morning, the smoke density dropped, and he was recovering. Although he still didn't wake up, it was because his body needed to recover.

It was not until the old man's footsteps and the young dragon's roar that he woke up from his deep sleep. Feeling that his nasal cavity was almost filled with dust, he began to cough violently.

The young dragon coiled on Clay's chest suddenly felt a violent tremor from the master under him, and the dragon's head turned around immediately, staring at Clay with a pair of confused eyes.

After coughing for a while, his breathing became clear. Clay wiped the ashes from his face, and finally opened his eyes. After that, he was taken aback.

A pair of big eyes are looking at a pair of small golden eyes, and he seems to be able to faintly feel the other party's thoughts:
"Are you awake?"

After staring for half a minute, Clay's shut down brain finally came back online. He sat up in surprise, picked up the young dragon directly from his body, and held it in the palm of his hand.

This is my dragon!
Clay carefully looked at the little dragon in front of him, paying attention to every detail. What a perfect creation, the blue fine scales covered the dragon's body, and the golden pattern hooked every bone protrusion. The slender neck resembled It is a flexible snake.

"Uh...Kray."

Earl Wyman reminded him lightly, expressing his existence.

The moment he saw the dragon, all his heart was put in his stomach, and at the same time, the fiery feeling in his heart could no longer be restrained, this is a dragon!
Regardless of its practical significance on the battlefield, in politics, the Targaryen family represented by dragons has only been destroyed for more than ten years, and dragons are the real kings. This has been the unspoken rule of Westeros for nearly 300 years.

Hearing Earl Wyman's voice, the little dragon jumped out of Clay's palm in an instant, fluttering its wings and jumping onto his shoulder. The dragon's tail wrapped around Clay's neck, and its small mouth roared warningly at the old man.

Clay was a little strange. He seemed to be able to feel the dragon's thoughts slightly. He raised his hand, tried to touch the dragon's back, and explained in a low voice:
"It's okay, he is my grandfather, he is with us."

This is what Clay said to his own dragon, and the old man twitched his mouth when he heard it.

It was amazing, Xiaolong seemed to be able to understand what Clay said, and with a snoring sound in his throat, he lay on Clay's shoulder and shrunk himself into a small ball.

Clay calmed it down, and finally turned his attention to his old man.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other for a long time, and finally, they both smiled at the same time, and then the smiles began to widen, and finally turned into a loud laugh.

dragon!No amount of words can describe the mood of the two of them at this time. The Manderly family, together with the Targaryen family in history, will become the dragon king family closest to the gods.

When the dragon flutters its wings, all Lannisters are waiting to be turned into well-cooked meat and given to the Seven Gods as a tribute.

……

"Grandpa, has Father already set off?"

The bald-headed Clay is currently staying in the old man's study. No one knows he came here.

Stopping the old man from trying to give Xiaolong a taste of Qingting Island wine, Clay rubbed his forehead with a headache, and asked the question he was most concerned about right now.

What made Clay speechless the most was that Xiaolong sniffled and looked back at him. Clay felt that look was a kind of resentment after he stopped his good deeds.

I don't know why, but such a picture appeared in Clay's mind. One day in the future, he would go to see the dragon he raised. Instead of bringing a lot of meat, he would bring several barrels of good wine instead.

The dragon bit the brim of the barrel, stretched his neck, and the barrel of fine wine disappeared. Then, the big blue-gold guy glanced at himself with satisfaction, the meaning was obvious: Master, you understand me!
Hurrying to get this horrible scene out of his head, Clay heard the old man's answer:

"Yes, they set sail yesterday evening. If the wind is favorable, they should be nearby tonight. Taking advantage of the darkness, they will launch a sudden attack. If it is done well, the battle will be over in a few hours."

Hearing this sentence, Clay felt a little relieved. The White Harbor Fleet is crushing against the power of the Three Sisters Islands. With twenty warships and enough soldiers to launch a night attack, there is no possibility of losing. of.

Xiaolong was like a curious baby, at this time he no longer bared his teeth at the old man, and jumped up and down on the table, looking at everything new to him.

Knowing very well that dragons eat cooked meat, Clay directly cut a piece of steak from the old man, and just now made the eyes of the little guy who was born a day ago straighten.

Frowning and staring at this energetic little dragon, Earl Wyman asked his grandson:

"Boy, have you thought about a name for it?"

The old man has some doubts about his grandson's naming level. If he can't hear a domineering name similar to Balerion, the old man is going to grab the naming right himself.

But for this problem, Clay had already thought about it.

"Its name is: Gelesos!"

To put it bluntly, this name is named after the ancient Valyrian gods who are rooted in red, and it is in the same category as Balerion, Merasis, and Vagarhar. The name Gaelithox represents The god of fire, star, moon, sun and dawn, at least, is more educated than the name given by Daenerys (crossed out) and sounds much better (kimbo)!
(End of this chapter)