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

Chapter 628: The End of Belron’s Dragon Taming

Outside Sunspear City, Flowing Water Garden.

It was built by the late Prince Kooren as a summer resort for his children to enjoy.

The garden has beautiful buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, flowers and streams running side by side in the courtyard, and the warm climate of spring is always there.

however,
"Hiss!"

A young dragon in black and red fell crookedly, with a deep scratch on its chest and burning scarlet dragon blood spilled.

It flapped its wings quickly, twisted its nimble body, and soared again close to the garden ground.

Zi La La...

It's a pity that the flowers and flowing water spilled by the dragon's blood have turned into withered grass leaves and dry ravines.

"Run, we'll be there soon!"

Baeron swayed in the wind, looking back urgently.

High in the clouds, a huge creature was following like a shadow, its wrinkled dark green skin revealed as its body swayed.

"His-"

Vhagar swooped down from the sky, and the huge mouth of the abyss spewed out billowing dragon flames.

"Get out of the way!"

Belron was terrified and pulled the scarlet dorsal fin to the side.

Iragas was very smart and cooperated by gliding to the side, rushing out of the magnificent garden surrounded by tropical trees.

Soon, two giant dragons, one big and one small, spread their wings and flew away together.

Sunspear.

The Dornish civilians gathered in twos and threes and suddenly noticed two giant dragons flying overhead.

Boom——

The giant dragon swept up a strong wind, raising sand all over the sky.

The Dornish civilians fell to the ground, their heads in their hands.

A huge dragon flew by, and just as it raised its head, an even bigger old dragon caught up with it.

Another gust of sandstorm came, blowing sand all over my head and face.

"dragon!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, alarming the people in the whole city.

The Dornish civilians fled in all directions, filled with fear at the sudden appearance of the dragon.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The bells in the city's bell tower rang, calling on civilians to take shelter in their homes.

At the same time, soldiers in khaki armor swarmed out and climbed onto the city walls to remain on guard at all times.

It was clear that the Dornish were terrified.

……

"His-"

Vhagar's pupils were full of cruelty as he chased the young dragon in front of him, which was only one-fifth of his own size.

Its body has been growing and is now almost reaching 140 meters.

No dragon can compare, save for a malformed Glutton.

"Hiss!"

Iragas fled, rising and falling to avoid the bite of the abyss.

It is still very young, only a little over thirty meters in size.

Among the young dragons born in the same batch, even Moon Dance, Trickster, and Thrax, who are a few years older, are far inferior.

If it is placed among the fourth generation of dragons, it is enough to compete with Yangyan and Tesserion.

Unfortunately, twenty years old can never be compared to one hundred and eighty years old.

The two giant dragons shuttled through the desert and soon arrived at the fast-flowing Green Blood River.

boom--

Vhagar became more ferocious when in contact with water, and he lunged at the young dragon with his massive body, opening his massive mouth when the opportunity presented itself.

"Hiss!"

Iragas was unable to dodge and spewed out dark dragon flames in resistance.

There was a loud bang, and black smoke with flames and splashes erupted.

Vhagar took the blow head-on, breaking through the black smoke and closing his saliva-splattering dragon kiss.

Iragas' pupils shrank sharply and he trembled with fear.

There's no way to hide, it's too late.

"Iragas!!"

Baeron was horrified and drew out his dragon whip to swing it.

Just at this moment, a strong wind like a tidal wave came.

"Roar——"

Green dragon flames fell from the sky and struck Vhagar's dragon head like thunder.

In an instant, the huge dragon's mouth stiffened, and the young dragon in its mouth escaped.

"Go, Iragas."

Bellon's pupils trembled and he had no time to distinguish friend from foe.

Filled with fear, Iragas rushed into the lemon grove on the other side of the river, smashing large tracts of trees with his huge body.

"His-"

Vhagar, who was attacked, jumped up in anger and raised his head high into the sky.

When Belron heard the sound, he took a glance and saw a huge dragon shadow that looked like moss.

boom--

A green old dragon with a majestic figure, scars all over its body and a pair of huge horns that curved backwards suddenly appeared.

The old dragon had a pair of sharp vertical pupils. He rushed out from the bottom of the green blood river covered with duckweed and fallen leaves, and bit the intruder's neck with a snap.

Vhagar flew in the wrong direction and immediately lost the initiative.

The thick neck was bitten tightly, and the thick wrinkled skin was pierced by the fangs, and the smelly dragon blood flowed out.

"Roar……"

At the critical moment, Vhagar made a move that was inconsistent with his heavy body. He turned over and kicked the enemy's chest with his hind legs.

Only two "boom" sounds like muffled thunder were heard.

The old dragon's scarred chest had two more scratches deep enough to see the bone. It opened its huge mouth and spewed out a stream of green dragon flame.

"His-"

The dragon flame sprayed on his head. Vhagar roared in pain, then he quickly distanced himself and disappeared into the clouds.

If you look closely, you can see that the wrinkled jaw on the neck is torn, and the bones are faintly visible under the flesh and blood.

He quickly flapped his wings and took off into the air, inevitably facing a second head-on confrontation.

"Roar——"

Lao Long was not feeling well either. His injuries had recurred and boiling blood was staining his majestic chest.

The battles between adult dragons are not as cruel and bloody as those between infant or young dragons, and there is no such thing as adult dragons teasing young dragons like an eagle catching chickens.

But it is often simpler and more crude.

Once they meet on a narrow road, the outcome will be decided in a moment.

……

Lemon grove.

"Hang Chih Chih..."

Iragas lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The flight route across the strait sea almost exhausted his body.

Belron slid down the dragon's back, stroked one of its drooping wings, and comforted it softly: "Don't be afraid, we are safe for now."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at the green dragon shadow hovering in the sky.

The whole body is covered with moss-colored scales with mottled white and light yellow, just like an ancient giant beast walking out of the forest and lake.

The blood-stained chest looked exceptionally majestic, not inferior in any way to Womisol's majesty and dominance.

In terms of size alone, it is even slightly larger than Womisol.

"So, a three hundred year old dragon?"

Belron looked intently at him and blurted out, "Uragas mentioned in my father's letter."

Unlike Vhagar's old age.

The green old dragon in sight has a sturdy body, a pair of broad and powerful wings with milky yellow wing membranes, and an inexplicable sense of power all over his body.

But behind this feeling, there is a sense of vicissitudes and simplicity.

"Gulu~~"

Baeron swallowed and looked closely into the old dragon's eyes.

Those amber vertical pupils did not look as cruel and ferocious as an ordinary dragon. Instead, they looked like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and calmly watched the ebb and flow of the tide.

"Roar——"

Ulagas roared loudly and circled high into the sky, looking for another huge old dragon.

The other party has trespassed into its territory without permission and cannot be allowed to come and go as it pleases.

boom--

The next second, a majestic dragon flame with orange and yellow mixed with thick smoke fell.

Vhagar rushed out next, opened his huge mouth and started to bite.

Uragas was no pushover either. He responded with dragon flames to offset the impact and quietly left the battlefield with the help of billowing smoke.

When he reappeared, he attacked Vhagar from the flank as he was searching for his target.

But Vhagar was a veteran of many battles. He dodged as expected and stretched out his dragon claws to grab the opponent's claws.

Boom——

The two giant dragons collided and entangled in the sky like eagles, flapping their wings against each other, roaring and biting each other.

For a moment, it was difficult to tell the winner.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, the fleeing Iragas turned back the way he came, his ferocious dragon mouth filled with flames.

"Dragon Flame!" Baeron shouted and swung the dragon whip in his hand.

Iragas leaped upward and, in revenge, spewed dark dragon flames at Vhagar.

boom--

Vhagar was unable to dodge and was hit head-on, roaring and intensifying his attack.

The fight between the two behemoths intensified, with large chunks of scales and flesh falling off.

Finally, they spiraled in the air, entangled, and continued to fall like a compass.

Baelon didn't dare to move forward, so he rode Iragas up into the clouds.

Rumbling--

Two green dragons landed at the same time, and Vhagar's heavy body smashed into the wide green blood river on both sides.

In an instant, the river water was so strong that it was as high as ten castles.

"Roar——"

A second before falling into the water, Uragas broke free from his restraints, twisted his dragon wings, glided across the river and rose into the air.

The melee was briefly stopped.

Gululu...

The Green Blood River was stirred up by a huge wave, and the river water contaminated by dragon blood was boiling, emitting thick smoke and bubbles.

Vhagar roared, and the shriveled dragon head poked out of the river, and he moved his strong hind legs to climb up to the river bank.

The patter...

As its huge body fell, fish, shrimps and aquatic plants scattered all over the ground and were all trampled into mud by its hind legs.

Looking at his opponent with one hind leg dangling in the sky, a trace of hatred flashed across Vhagar's vertical pupils, and he spread his wings and flew into the sky with unwavering determination.

A battle of blood and fire begins again.

……

Half empty.

Seeing the two giant dragons fighting again, a sense of despair rose in Baeron's heart.

"I can't stop it. I can't stop it at all."

Uragas did help him defeat Vhagar, but it also pushed Long Dou to another peak.

If one thing goes wrong, the loss will be huge.

"Follow me, Iragas!"

Watching the two giant dragons fighting and moving towards the sky above Sunspear City, Baeron hurriedly rode his dragon forward.

Right now,

The city of Yangji was deserted, with the people all staying in their homes.

Through the gap in the window blocked by wooden boards, you can see two giant beasts fighting each other.

"Hiss-"

"Roar——"

One giant dragon locked onto the opponent's wings, while the other giant dragon fiercely tore at the enemy's chest.

"Dragon Flame, Iragas!"

A crisp sound was heard, and a smaller black dragon flew over from the distance.

boom--

The pitch-black dragon flames sprayed onto the two giant dragons, causing brilliant fireworks to burst into flames.

The black dragon glided cunningly at a low altitude, hovering far above Yangji City.

Just like that, three giant dragons started a melee over Yangji City.

The dragon flames in colors of orange, green, and night-black surged, painting the sky like ink.

Sparks and dragon blood fell into the city, immediately igniting a fire.

The garrison troops wanted to stop the dragon, but they could only draw their bows and shoot arrows, which were far out of reach of the dragon.

Under the horrified gaze of the people in the city, the melee lasted from noon to dusk.

"Hiss-"

Under the siege of two giant dragons, Vhagar was exhausted and fell to the ground with a roar.

Because it had one wing to maintain balance, it only knocked down a large number of houses without causing any damage to the foundations.

"Roar——"

Ulagas looked down at his opponent, an excited roar rising from his chest.

There hasn't been such a fight for many years.

The confrontation with the dragon-eating species did not count, one was a one-sided crushing, the other a one-sided crushing.

Just when Uragas was planning to pursue the victory.

"Stop the war, Uragas!"

Baelon rode his dragon high into the sky and shouted at the three hundred year old dragon.

Ulagas' pupils stood up in confusion, and his nostrils twitched slightly as he smelled the scent of the silver-haired human who had brought him to this continent.

"Roar……"

After glancing at Vhagar who was about to stand up and fight again, Ulagas became alert and turned around to run away.

It was also injured.

His chest was nearly torn apart, one of his hind legs was broken, and there were bite wounds of varying sizes.

"Don't go, Uragas!"

Bellon's heart was pounding and an unnatural blush appeared on his fair face.

Vhagar fell, and the Dance of the Two Dragons ended.

But he still needs to tame a dragon.

Looking at Uragas's cold vertical pupils, Belron slowly climbed up from the dragon's back and said in a trembling voice: "Uragas, you are a lonely wanderer, let me conquer you today!"

After saying this, without even saying goodbye to Iragas under him, he jumped down waving his dragon whip.

“Roar…?”

Ulagas was stunned for a moment, staring at the silver-haired boy who jumped down from the sky.

"Face me!"

Baeron closed his eyes and shouted, swung out the dragon taming whip and tightly wrapped it around the old dragon's neck.

After choosing the position in advance, the man and the dragon kept closing the distance at a straight angle.

As I fell, the strong wind slapped my cheeks.

Baelon opened his arms wide, welcoming the embrace of the dragon or death.

Suddenly, the violently beating heart was shocked, and the blood flowing in the blood vessels throughout the body became hot.

hum-

As if a sudden inspiration came to him, Baeron opened his eyes in confusion, and a flash of green fire flashed across the depths of his purple eyes.

"Roar……"

Ulagas didn't dodge and let the silver-haired boy fall on his back.

Baerlon fell with a thud and rolled several times in a row.

Even so, the powerful impact was enough to shatter his internal organs.

But a magical scene happened.

hula-

As soon as Baeron landed on the dragon's back, strands of green fire oozed out of the pores all over his body, and a green diamond-shaped dragon scale grew on his forehead.

"Fly, Uragas!"

Bell Dragon forgot the pain for a moment, grasped the dragon whip and gave orders.

Without noticing anything, the pitch-black whip was stretched straight, with hints of green fire spreading on its surface.

His bloodline awakened.

He inherited the bloodline of the ancient Valyrian dragon king from his father, and was stimulated by the fight between three dragons and the determination to die, and his body gradually transformed into that of a dragonborn.

"Roar——"

Ulagas was greatly shocked. A silver-haired figure who once flew across the sky with him appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously flapped his wings.

Looking back silently, the figures gradually overlap, yet they are extremely clear.

It was just a memory of a coward who left it behind to die in the apocalypse.

The silver-haired boy on its back is a warrior who has formed a bond with it.

"Fly! Fly! Fly!"

Belron was panting like a cow, emitting hot air with every word he said: "Uragas, let you and I change each other's destiny!"

He is too young to support the transformation of his bloodline.

He didn't understand what was going on.

But one thing is clear, you have to tame this 300-year-old dragon before he falls into a coma.

"Roar——"

Ulagas roared to the sky, and flew his huge body over Yangji City, heading straight for the surging Summer Sea.

It did not reject the emotional fluctuations hidden deep in its heart.

As it spread its wings and flew, a reflection of a silver-haired boy flashed in its amber vertical pupils.

No matter how old a dragon is, it cannot withstand the torture of a long time.

A qualified driver can share the hardships of the years.

At dusk, the sun sets in the west.

On the dragon's back, Baelon lost his dragonborn state and fell down in a daze.

With eyes that could not be opened, he looked at the fiery sunset clouds, and a pair of small hands uncontrollably stroked the rough dragon scales.

It's cold, yet a little warm.

Belron became increasingly sleepy and smiled foolishly: "You belong to me, just as I belong to you."

He succeeded.

From now on, this three hundred year old dragon is his companion.

(End of this chapter)