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

Chapter 627: The Taming of the Dragon by Belron (Part )

"Follow me, Iragas!"

The boy's shout echoed over Dragonstone, revealing a determination that could not be refused.

boom--

Vhagar let out a low roar and circled in the sky, its huge body as big as a mountain casting a huge shadow.

Those turbid, deep vertical pupils were filled with sadness and indifference after loneliness.

No one knows its pain, and it can only release its emotions through wailing every night.

The attack of the young dragon just aroused the fighting desire in the founding old dragon.

"Hiss!"

A giant black and red dragon suddenly rushed out from the east coast, spewed black dragon flames at the eyes of the founding dragon, and then glided quickly along the sea.

boom--

Vhagar was caught off guard and the dragon's head twisted away from the head that was hit. Sparks of black smoke flew out from its thick, wrinkled skin.

The series of tricks completely enraged the founding father, Old Dragon, who was on the verge of going berserk.

"His-"

Vhagar roared like thunder, and his wide wings full of holes enveloped the young dragon.

Belron saw it clearly and immediately ordered: "Go to the throat, quickly!"

The enraged old dragon is unstoppable.

He had to find a way to both control the ownerless old dragon and tame a qualified dragon.

"It's nothing more than trying to pull chestnuts out of the fire."

Baerlon made up his mind and was determined to die if he failed.

He could lose his dragon, his Iron Throne, or even his own fragile life.

But, to live you must prove yourself.

An adult dragon that is strong enough to fight in all directions would wash away his shame of not having a dragon.

"Speed ​​it up, Iragas!"

A man and a dragon flew over the Blackwater Bay, passed by Chaotou Island where ships were coming and going, and rushed out of the throat that was based on the natural danger in one fell swoop.

boom--

Vhagar pursued relentlessly, his massive body scattering the clouds in the sky, his wrinkled flesh swaying as his jaw drooped.

The old dragon's pupils were grim, and fire continued to burn deep in his throat.

When it flew over Chaotou Island, the fishermen who were familiar with it widened their eyes, thinking that Miss Lanner had returned.

……

The two giant dragons moved forward one after the other, gradually crossing the cloudy Shipwreck Bay.

Crack!

Thick dark clouds rolled in, and there were flashes of lightning and thunder in the sky.

Baeron clenched his scarlet dorsal fin and moved forward against the strong wind and heavy rain.

"Hiss!"

Iragas leaned down like a seabird close to the sea level.

boom--

A dragon flame with a mixture of orange and thick smoke followed, evaporating a large amount of rainwater into water vapor.

Iragas looked back and continued to fly further south.

The rain was falling heavily and the vision was gradually obstructed.

Belron lay tightly on the dragon's back, wiped the rain from his eyes, and encouraged: "Keep working hard, we're almost there."

He was going to find the three hundred year old dragon.

Since the young dragon cannot defeat Vhagar, find an ancient beast that is older than it.

"Hiss!"

A hint of reluctance flashed across Iragas's scarlet vertical pupils, and he increased the frequency of flapping his wings while roaring.

I really don't want to provoke Old Dragon.

And you have to carry this ungrateful little liar on your back, which brings you bad luck for the rest of your life.

"Thank you, Iragas."

Baeron thanked him sincerely, waving the dragon whip in his hand carelessly.

Iragas's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he rushed towards the Broken Islands, which he had never been to before.

It seemed like just a moment, but also like a century had passed.

The young dragon rushed out of the harsh environment covered by dark clouds, and the sky immediately became clear, as if the lights were turned on at night.

Baeron shielded his eyes, unable to adjust to the bright light.

"Hiss!"

Iragas breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down unconsciously.

It is a huge dragon with a sturdy body, good at speed and explosive power, and is a natural material for dragon battles.

However, the long journey consumes too much physical energy, which is beyond the physical fitness of an ordinary young dragon.

"Don't relax, Iragas."

Baeron stared up and down, fearing that a terrifying beast would jump out halfway.

He had done a lot to learn about Vhagar in order to tame a full-grown dragon.

It was an old dragon that had experienced many battles, with more combat experience than the Glutton that his father rode.

Bearing the name of "God of War" of ancient Valyria, he killed too many careless enemies in his life.

"Hiss!"

Iragas panted heavily, gritted his teeth and ducked further downward.

It was so quiet all around, not even a bird was flying.

The man and the dragon were in a sea of ​​clouds that seemed like a paradise, and even the breeze became gentle.

It was this sudden change in the atmosphere that made Baeron increasingly uneasy.

Boom boom boom…

Suddenly, a sea of ​​clouds rolled up and down, bursting into brilliant mist.

Instantly, Bellon's heart was filled with alarm, and he subconsciously shouted: "Get out of the way, Iragas!"

In his sight, an old dragon with a ferocious look bit the young dragon to pieces in one bite.

"Hiss!"

Iragas was confused and followed the order to slide his flank to the right.

"His-"

The next second, Vhagar dived out of the sea of ​​clouds, opened his bloody mouth and roared.

The ferocious dragon's kiss brushed past the young dragon's wings, and the broad dragon wings collided squarely.

boom--

Iragas narrowly dodged it, but was hit head-on and was knocked unconscious.

The body was like a kite with a broken string, spinning wildly and falling downwards.

"no no!"

Belron was dizzy, and the dragon whip was wrapped around the neck of the dragon under his crotch. He adopted a self-rescue strategy: "Lift your head, don't fall down!"

The shout was in High Valyrian mixed with the "binding spell", which was already urgent.

One of Iragas' wings was damaged, and it fell crookedly, with its confused vertical pupils opened in mid-air.

Seeing the slightly rippling sea below, a chill suddenly rose up in my spine.

……

At the same time, Stone Steps Islands.

dong dong dong...

Wild and powerful war drums beat, and warships appeared all around Bloodstone Island.

"Grab the iron coin for me, the dead never die!!"

On a golden squid-shaped ramming warship, a wild young man with black hair roared at the top of his lungs and brandished a round scimitar.

Its lean chest was covered in dirt caked with salt and blood.

Those ambitious, narrow eyes foreshadow killing and plunder.

Dozens of warships flying the sea monster flag approached, and the ragged ironborn all showed a sense of madness, shouting: "The dead will not die!"

"attack!!"

Dalton Clayjoy shouted at the top of his lungs, filled with pure lust for plunder.

……

Dorne Sea.

An old ink-black dragon was flying slowly, looking down at the sea with its cold vertical pupils, as if searching for something.

boom--

Its broad wings dispersed the clouds and it spit out dragon flames that burned the sea.

They wanted to use deterrence to force the target out.

At this time, Soul Hill is along the coast.

A young dragon in black and red climbed up to the shore, shaking off the salt water that was soaking his body.

"Go, Iragas."

Baeron had a belly full of sea water and reminded weakly.

The man and the dragon nearly fell into the sea, but fortunately they stopped falling halfway.

In order to prevent the old dragon from sitting back and waiting for an opportunity, he ordered Iragas to dive into the sea and hide from sight for a few seconds.

Then it rushed out of the sea and flew along the rainforest to Soul Hill on the border of Dorne.

"Hiss!"

A friend in need is a friend indeed. Iragas glanced back and did not throw the little liar into the sea.

The scarlet wings flapped and it stumbled towards Yangji City.

"Hey, thanks to you."

Feeling the unique hot wind of Dorne, Baeron grinned foolishly and rubbed the black scales back and forth with his hands.

Iragas was arrogant and disdained to talk to a small liar. He raised his dragon head and sped up.

If one of his wings hadn't been injured, he would have let the other party know what speed and passion are.

"Thank you, Iragas."

Belron showed his true feelings and lowered his head with tears in his eyes: "If I were not the eldest son, I would definitely choose you."

He didn't cry when he was assassinated in Hejiandi, and he didn't cry when he was chased by Lao Long just now.

But facing the young dragon who had once rejected her, the little pearl could no longer hold back.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Baelon took back the dragon whip and stopped using force.

He needs a grown dragon!
Not for myself, but because I don't want to disappoint my father and family.

As the eldest son of House Targaryen and the future heir to the Iron Throne.

He must have an advantage over his brothers and sisters in order to maintain the unity and honor of the family.

It is useless to read history books and mathematics, and it is useless to practice swordsmanship and horsemanship.

Only by riding a real adult dragon can you sit firmly on that cold iron chair.

"Fly faster, Iragas."

The more Bellron thought about it, the more choked he became. He just wanted time to stop at this moment.

Perhaps, this is the only moment of freedom when you can ride whichever dragon you want.

Instead of worrying about never being able to control an adult dragon again just to ride on its back.

"Hiss!"

Iragas neighed softly, his scarlet vertical pupils softened slightly, and his flying became more stable.

As if to comfort the crying little liar on his back, he poked him with the tip of his thick tail.

"Don't make trouble~~"

Baelon was feeling sad, and he casually slapped away the dragon's tail covered with the scarlet dorsal fin.

Not only Iragas, but Gray Shadow and Silver Wing were also rejected by him.

Whenever he thought about deceiving the dragon's closeness, the guilt almost overwhelmed him.

He was almost becoming the recognized "emotional fraudster" among the dragon group.

"Hiss."

Iragas rolled his eyes intelligently, and his figure rose into the sky unconsciously.

Baeron didn't even raise his head, fearing that the giant dragon under his crotch would rely on him, or throw him off in a fit of rage.

"No more random dragon riding."

Someone secretly complained, feeling helpless about the powerful talent.

"His-"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar resounded from the sky, and a huge shadow cast down the layers of clouds.

There was rage in Vhagar's vertical pupils, and a ball of burning flames was accumulating in his throat.

boom--

The dragon's flames descended, and Iragas dodged in panic, almost falling into the desert as he turned sideways.

"Hold on, Iragas!"

Baeron wiped away his tears and snot, then returned to his serious expression.

The ambiguous atmosphere between the man and the dragon was broken.

……

Green Blood River, lemon grove.

In the distance, flames shot up into the sky, and the rough dragon roar resounded for dozens of miles.

"Roar……?"

An old dragon dozing in the bushes opened its vertical pupils and looked in confusion in the direction where the dragon's roar came from.

Immediately, a huge dark green dragon shadow flashed by.

Wow…

The old dragon's pupils suddenly shrank, and the surrounding bushes rustled, and the moss-like green scales revealed the emerald green forest.

(End of this chapter)