Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 493: Herding Dragons - Iragas

The fireball is speeding.

Silver Wing searched in vain, and suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, so he turned around quickly to deal with it.

boom--

The dragon's tail swayed slowly and gently, and its body flexibly flew into the air, dodging the fireball sideways.

"Hiss!"

His vertical pupils locked onto the gray shadow in ambush, and Silver Wing, enraged, chased after it.

A wild dragon that has just reached adulthood dares to challenge the majesty of the giant dragon.

Even the ugly mud dragon didn't dare to shout.

call--

The silver wings were extremely fast, like an arc of emerald light, spraying orange-yellow dragon flames as they charged forward.

Gray Shadow was horrified. He didn't expect the gap between the enemy and us to be so huge.

The dragon flapped its wings repeatedly, trying to hide in the clouds.

however,
Silver Wing was more familiar with the environment of Longshan than it was. The dragon flame boiled away the continuous clouds and mist, preventing the opponent from repeating the same trick.

"Gah?"

The gray shadow was exposed to the air, and he suppressed his fear and spewed fireballs.

puff--

As soon as the fireball came into contact with the orange dragon flame, it instantly shattered into sparks.

Silver Wing's eyes flashed with ferocity, and his dragon's mouth opened wide, as he swooped down from above, intending to bite off the wild dragon's neck in one fell swoop.

The gray shadow turned around and tried to escape, but it was too late.

I watched helplessly as the giant green dragon roared towards me, and the pungent smell of ambergris it threw out was pungent.

At this moment, an idea flashed through my overworked mind.

If you don't want to die, you must resist.

With this thought in mind, Gray Shadow gave up trying to escape.

It emitted a sharp and piercing roar, and spewed out a dragon flame fireball with a diameter of three meters.

"Hiss-"

At the critical moment, a high-pitched roar like rumbling thunder came from the cave, and a dark green dragon flame poured out.

Gray Shadow only felt a chill on his back and subconsciously lowered his head and shrank his neck.

A green fire like smoke and mist passed over the head and hit the silver wing that was flying towards it.

boom!
Silver Wing failed to dodge in time and crashed into the dark green dragon flame, being forced back by the strong impact force.

Gray Shadow was stunned for a moment and looked back at the cave.

"Glutton, fly."

A silver-haired figure rode a giant dragon, looking at the sky calmly.

"Gah!"

The gray shadow's vertical pupils revealed surprise. It shook off the silver wings that were flapping the dragon flames and rushed to the vicinity of the cave.

Rhaegar raised his dragon whip and smiled faintly: "Gray Shadow, are you getting braver?"

Gray Shadow took it as a compliment and was as happy as a silly roe deer.

Rhaegar's smile grew wider, and he whipped the Glutton on the back, saying, "Don't block the cave entrance."

"Hiss-"

The Glutton shook his head and growled, his green vertical pupils full of reluctance, and he was particularly afraid of the Dragon Taming Whip.

Gray Shadow was stunned, noticing Rhaegar's appearance at the moment.

His silver hair fell to his shoulders, his face had turned pale, and there was a hint of black fire in the corners of his eyes.

It actually exudes a sense of belonging that is connected by blood.

Rhaegar lifted his long hair, revealing dragon scales and horns on his forehead.

The weird posture and crooked mouth corners create a sense of morbid nobility.

Don't wait for the gray shadow to observe closely.

The Glutton stepped out of the cave, leaped down with its huge body, and flew high into the sky with its wings.

When Yin Yi saw this, he quickly moved away.

The glutton did not chase after him, but just circled back and forth in front of the cave.

Rhaegar looked down from above, swung his dragon whip in the air with a crisp sound, and said in an irresistible tone: "Let's go!"

"Roar!"

A weak growl came from the cave.

The rock wall on the top of the cave rubbed back and forth, and sharp gravel fell down, accompanied by a rustling sound.

A bronze dragon head with a ferocious horn crown poked out, its vertical pupils showing a hint of dissatisfaction as it looked at the dragon rider in the air.

Crack!

Without saying a word, Rhaegar whipped the air with his whip and said sternly, "Follow my orders, Wormithor!"

Hearing the crisp sound of the whip being pulled, Womisol opened his dragon mouth with fangs and stepped out of the cave reluctantly.

call--

The flapping of its wings created a strong wind, and the bronze giant climbed high into the sky, looking for a mate to fly together.

Rhaegar's face was grim, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The binding spell + dragon whip, the effect is indeed outstanding.

After a few whips, the two fighting adult dragons lost their temper and stopped fighting obediently.

Especially Wormisol.

This guy is known as "Bronze Fury" and he rushes around in a state of rage.

After some physical comfort, Rega managed to turn Bronze Fury into Bronze No Fury.

Although there was suspicion of relying on external forces, he overcame his irritable nature.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton stared at the two companion dragons with contempt and roared repeatedly in protest.

If the Rider hadn't stopped him, Dragonstone would only allow one dragon.

Crack!

The dragon-taming whip hit the black scales as fast as lightning, and the sound was particularly crisp.

The glutton growled in pain, his vertical pupils showing reluctance.

Rhaegar's face was cold, and he said sternly: "You poached the dragons on Dragonstone again!"

If it hadn't arrived in time, the baby dragon would not have survived.

The glutton was very annoyed and turned to glare at the driver.

As if to say: "That's a wild dragon, not a native dragon of Dragonstone."

Crack!

The dragon taming whip whipped again, and Rhaegar said firmly: "It belongs to Dragonstone, not a wild dragon!"

The young dragons flew to Dragonstone, and they were Targaryen's dragons.

This is an eternal truth.

The glutton was beaten again and again, anger filling his brain, and he roared and cursed.

You promised not to hit it, you're not keeping your word.

The relationship between a man and a dragon that has lasted for more than ten years has encountered its first emotional crisis.

"You just deserve a beating!"

The black fire in the corners of Rhaegar's eyes grew stronger, and he swung his dragon whip again and again.

"Hiss-"

The Glutton was furious, carrying its rider high into the sky, dashing up and down through the clouds.

Vermithor and Silver Wing: ...

The companion dragon hid behind Dragon Mountain and watched the dragon-eating species go crazy on the spot.

"Glutton, are you in your rebellious phase?"

Rhaegar was not chained, so he held the handle to keep steady, and still swung the dragon whip.

The man and the dragon are in tune with each other and understand each other's thoughts.

When the glutton showed signs of prey on the young dragon, Rhaegar knew what it was going to do.

Dragons possess intelligence that is no less than that of ordinary humans, and are certainly not the same kind of livestock.

Every dragon has a unique nature.

Gray Shadow's nature is timid and shy.

It is in the nature of Wormisole to be irritable and out of control.

Cannibalism is the nature of gluttons.

When they were young, Viserys had talked to Rhaenyra and Rhaegar separately. "It is a myth that a Targaryen can control dragons."

"The nature of dragons is chaotic and disorderly."

"Use the dragon well, don't use the dragon."

Regar took it to heart, and today he finally understood the theory of "the nature of dragons".

The bond between the Targaryens and dragons allows them to control dragons.

But a dragon is driven by its nature and will disobey its rider's orders in certain circumstances.

For example, the Sheep Thief's special relationship with Aemond.

Aemond told him to go east, but the sheep thief went west.

There may be a flock of sheep to the west, or simply teasing the driver.

"Hiss-"

The glutton didn't care and flew up and down the clouds to fight against the rider.

Eating dragons is an innate instinct that cannot be erased.

Rhaegar was not angry, but laughed: "Good man, let's have a competition."

Everything seemed to go back to eleven years ago, when the man and the dragon met for the first time.

The Glutton struggled to fly, but Rhaegar held on tightly.

A man and a dragon began to compete.

Rhaegar's goal was clear: to smooth over the glutton's savagery.

Eating dragons is instinctive, but you must learn to restrain yourself.

With a dragon taming whip in hand and knowledge of the binding spell, Rhaegar was confident that he could do it.

Crack!

The long whip was flying, whipping the black scales from time to time.

With every lash, the glutton roared and resisted more fiercely.

Still Rhaegar refused to let go, and patiently carried on the war between man and dragon.

He never saw himself as the master of gluttony.

The Glutton was his companion, a harmonious bond as recorded in the Dragon King family biographies.

but!

There is no distinction between master and servant, but there must be a distinction between primary and secondary.

As the driver, Rega must take the initiative in this relationship.

The glutton must obey his orders.

Violating the agreement and hunting baby dragons privately has already crossed the bottom line.

Rega punished it severely and corrected its bad habits.

In a blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.

"Hiss..."

The Glutton gasped for breath, and its flying speed slowed down significantly, gradually stabilizing.

It still failed to throw the driver off.

Just like eleven years ago, like a stubborn plaster.

Rhaegar restrained his smile, tapped the dragon's back lightly with his dragon whip, and panted slightly: "My friend, you can't refuse me."

From the first time he rode on the dragon's back, the glutton was destined to be ridden by him for the rest of his life.

"Roar……"

The Glutton roared and landed on Dragon Mountain.

"Hiss?"

In the cave halfway up the mountain, the black and red young dragon cautiously crawled out and observed the situation outside.

The gray shadow flew over silently, lay on the top of the cave, and observed the young dragon from top to bottom.

When it comes to stealth, no dragon can compare to it.

It’s all about survival!
The top of Longshan Mountain.

The Glutton crawled on the ground, his breath hot and violent, hitting the black rocks.

Rhaegar shed his dragonborn state, smoothed his messy hair, and silently looked at Wormithor and Silver Wing hovering in the sky.

This pair of dragon companions live in Dragonstone all year round, and their combined combat power should not be underestimated.

For various reasons.

Glutton had a bad relationship with the elderly couple and they had often clashed in recent years.

There's no way, Dragonstone is only this big.

A dragon mountain cannot accommodate three adult dragons.

Even the oldest Vhagar has migrated out of Dragonstone and is active in Tidehead and the Throat area all year round.

"If I have a dragon horn, can I command the dragons?"

Rhaegar thought so and raised his dragon whip to look at him silently.

Dragon taming props are very useful, as those who have actually experienced it know.

"Recall that the dragonlords who first tamed Old Valyria were just a group of shepherds on the peninsula."

Rhaegar looked at the whip in his hand and a plan came to his mind.

Crack!

The whip cracked and Rhaegar smiled. "Greedy, fly!"

"Hiss-"

The Glutton didn't understand why, but still followed the command, propped up his body with his wings and jumped off the top of the mountain.

Under Rega's command, a man and a dragon approached the "old couple" in mid-air.

Crackling!

The dragon taming whip whipped the dragon, some of the whip hit the dragon, and some of it hit the dragon in mid-air.

Rhaegar changed his face and shouted like a shepherd, "Move!"

"Roar!"

"Hiss..."

Womisol growled in dissatisfaction, and Silver Wing was whipped.

The two giant dragons were extremely annoyed, unable to withstand the double threat from the dragon-taming whip and the dragon-eating species, and obediently spread their wings and flew away.

The Glutton was in front, and the two giant dragons lagged behind for a distance, entangled with each other.

Rhaegar enjoyed this very much. He rode his dragon across the mountainside, whipped it in front of the cave, and gave the order: "Let's go together!"

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow was startled.

Just now I saw three giant dragons being whipped and following very obediently.

It was obvious from his expression that he was afraid of being beaten.

"Gah?"

The black and red young dragon tilted its head, hesitating to move.

Rhaegar took a glance, whipped out the empty salary with a whip, and said in a threatening voice: "Follow the command!"

The black and red young dragon shuddered with fear, and quickly jumped out of the cave, flapping its blood-red wings to catch up.

Rhaegar finally had a chance to take a good look at the wild dragon and asked in surprise, "Balerion?"

The appearance of this black scale combined with the red wing membrane is simply a replica of Balerion.

"Well, you will be a Targaryen dragon from now on. I will give you a resounding name."

Rhaegar's eyes lit up, and he pointed his dragon whip at the young dragon, and decided immediately, "He was almost eaten by Silver Wings, and there is another pair of scarlet wings, called Iragas."

"Nickname—Blood Wing!"

Iragas tilted his head and followed the gray shadow obediently.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand at all.

It was just a baby dragon that had just hatched from its shell.

Don't be fooled by its good size, it just grows fast.

Satisfied, Rhaegar drove several dragons and dragon cubs into the sky.

Balerion was too special.

It's enough that the Targaryens have a dragon named "Balerion".

Iragas is the name of a deity of ancient Valyria, whose duty is to welcome death and guard the gates of Hell.

A god of the same family as the god of death, Balerion, and also a lower-level priest.

It couldn't be better for this black and red little dragon.

(End of this chapter)