Chapter 358 The three-hundred-meter-long dragon remains

The next day, the weather was fine.

Sothoros, a desolate canyon somewhere in the Green Hell.

"Hiss..."

A terrifying demon dragon as black as coal roared low, flapped its broad wings and swooped over the canyon, chasing its prey in a teasing manner.

Two thirty-foot long pterosaurs with mixed green and white stripes screamed in panic and fled in panic like headless flies.

But their speed and size are too weak.

Stab!

The glutton's green vertical pupils were full of ferocious colors. He opened his dragon's kiss to bite a long-winged dragon. His sharp fangs closed tightly and his body was instantly torn apart.

Blood spilled all over the sky. The glutton raised his head and chewed a few times, and a long-winged dragon comparable to an adult dragon was swallowed into his belly.

It flapped its wings again, and its huge body covered most of the canyon, including another fleeing long-winged dragon.

"Squeak..."

The sun above the head was blocked, the long-winged dragon screamed in fear, and a huge dragon claw made of black steel fell mercilessly from the sky.

The long and narrow body of the long-winged dragon was caught by the dragon's claws like a chicken.

The next second.

With a pop, the dragon's entire body was crushed and its internal organs were sprayed into the air, leaving only its slender neck and wings hanging feebly.

It fell to the ground and became a small snack.

…

In the canyon, in front of a deep cave.

Rhaegar raised his head and stared, his silver hair scattered around his shoulders, and his close-fitting black robe fluttering in the wind.

Zhila!

Holding a spear in both hands, he stood up from the ground, and a ball of smelly blood spurted out.

At his feet, a twenty-foot striped wyvern died tragically on the spot, with a bloody hole poked out of its sharp head by a spear, and a Valyrian steel sword - true fire - was stuck on its back.

"This thing is really difficult to deal with. It seems to have no pain. It can't be killed without hitting the vital parts."

Rhaegar wiped the sweat from his forehead, casually held a gun to shake off the blood, and put the Valyrian steel spear Dawn back into the space bracelet.

Against large creatures, spears are better.

"Hiss..."

Turning his head, Rhaegar just pulled out the real fire stuck in his spine, and the glutton screamed and landed slowly.

Without waiting for the driver to react, the hungry dragon stretched out its neck and chewed up the long-winged dragon's corpse.

"Haha, you are really hungry!"

Rhaegar smiled and cursed, his eyes surveying the rocky canyon where there was no grass.

The rugged ground is filled with various kinds of skeletons, including those of wild boars, monkeys, and aboriginals.

The three dead striped pterosaurs were considered the overlords of this canyon.

They look a bit like social animals, but they also fight each other.

In short, a mindless beast.

"Glutton, let's go."

Rhaegar turned and climbed onto the dragon's back, tying a bulging sack to the saddle.

"Hiss..."

The glutton's mouth was filled with blood. He glanced back at the driver, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing through his green vertical eyes.

Rhaegar ignored it, opened the sack and took out a gray-white long-winged dragon egg.

It is about the same size as a dragon egg, with a smooth surface and no dragon scale-like shell.

This is a striped long-winged dragon egg. There are two eggs in total, taken from the deep cave just now.

In addition, there are three light green Longpterodactyl eggs in the sack, from last night's Swamp Longpterodactyl.

Speaking of which, Swamp Winged Dragons are obviously solitary creatures, and their numbers are rare enough, but they lay a large number of dragon eggs.

There were three nests of dragon eggs in that swamp, three in each nest.

Rhaegar took the freshest of the litter and fed the rest to the glutton.

The same can't be said for the spotted longpterous dragon.

Almost considered to be social animals, three long-winged dragons only produced one clutch of dragon eggs, with only two eggs in each clutch.

Lei Jia opened his eyes to explore, played with the gray-white dragon egg for a while, and pondered: "Can this thing hatch by itself?"

The Longpterosaur is considered a top predator, and its adult size is comparable to that of an adult dragon.

Even if it can't breathe fire, the destructive power of its fangs and claws is still astonishing.

If only I could tame a group of...

Rega quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "Beasts without intelligence can be tamed by the indigenous people long ago."

A sideways glance at the glutton who was salivating over the gray and white dragon eggs made him change his mind.

"If they can hatch and migrate to Westeros, they can serve as prey for the dragon."

Rega's eyes lit up and he thought this was a good idea.

Most of the dragons in the family were imprisoned as soon as they hatched, and were fed by cattle and sheep when they were hungry.

Over time, the dragon will lose interest in hunting.

The long-winged dragon is ferocious enough and larger than ordinary birds and beasts. It is the best opponent for training sub-adult and young dragons to fight.

"Hiss..."

The glutton roared, gave up asking the stupid driver for dragon eggs, and flew out of the canyon to find the next hunting place.

…

It's approaching noon.

One man and one dragon destroyed three striped pterosaur nests one after another, and continued searching without stopping.

The glutton's green vertical eyes were cold, and his hunger was greatly relieved. He left the green hell and searched around several islands near the sea.

The long-winged dragon in the Green Hell hid so well that it didn't even dare to come out when it smelled its scent.

There are more pterosaurs on the island, and there are also some weird beasts that can barely be eaten.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, the glutton opened his dragon's kiss and smelled a faint smell of the same kind. His green vertical eyes stared at a large mango-shaped island.

Rega felt something in his heart and said warily: "Glutton, land!"

"Hiss..."

The glutton roared, flapped its wings and dived, its huge black dragon body streaking across the dense jungle above the island.

A careful search led to a deep, low canyon covered with green plants.

The canyon borders a low peak.

Rega observed repeatedly and felt a faint burning sensation, as if it was an active volcano that had been dormant for many years.

"volcano!"

Rhaegar murmured softly.

Since the explosion of the Fourteen Fire Peaks in ancient Valyria, the only known volcano left was Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone.

The underground magma under Qianmian Island develops slowly and can barely be regarded as a miniature volcano.

Beyond that, volcanic landscapes are really, really rare.

Sensing the driver's faint expectation, the glutton flapped its wings and circled around the extinct volcano, then slowly landed above the canyon.

Rhaegar took the opportunity to observe carefully.

The active volcano's mountain is densely covered with green vegetation, and many birds have made their homes there. There has been no eruption for at least several decades.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a thunderous roar exploded, and the glutton seemed to be stimulated by something. The green dragon flame instantly accumulated deep in the dragon's kiss.

Rhaegar quickly looked away and stood up from the saddle, his eyes showing shock.

As far as the eye can see, there is a very big, very big, extremely huge dragon-shaped remains!

The remains were completely black, with a densely grown horn crown on the head and a pair of gray dragon horns that were more than ten meters long.

The canyon is only a few hundred meters long and dozens of meters wide, and it is located deep in a remote dense forest.

The remains of this giant dragon were stuck in the canyon. A pair of wide wing bones protruded out of the canyon, hanging down in the open space on both sides of the canyon, spreading hundreds of meters away.

"Glutton, come closer!"

After the initial surprise, Rhaegar's breathing quickened and he felt calm inside.

Compared with the body of the glutton, the dragon's remains are about three times its size.

From the ridiculously large head all the way to the thick tail.

Rhaegar speculated that the dragon's remains were more than 300 meters long and had a wingspan of more than 600 meters.

"Seven Hells! Is this really a dragon?"

The more Rhaegar watched, the more frightened he became, and a turmoil arose in his heart.

Throughout the brief history of the Targaryen family, the largest dragon is none other than Balerion, the Black Death.

Balerion died at the age of more than 200 years. He was larger than the largest Vhagar today, but still did not cross the two hundred meter mark.

You must know that Balerion is a noble bloodline originating from the heyday of ancient Valyria. Looking at the forty dragon king families, he is also ranked among the top dragons.

The remains of the giant dragon in front of him were easily over three hundred meters in size, and Rhaegar could not bear the impact of this fault for a while.

"Glutton, let me down!"

Rhaegar took a few deep breaths and made a decision.

He had to examine the dragon's remains up close.

One is to trigger the explorer.

A dragon bigger than Balerion should be considered a relic.

The second is that I feel unwilling and can't believe that there is such a huge dragon in the world.

He wanted to take a look at the age of the dragon's bones and speculate on the time of the dragon's death.

According to the standard age of a dragon, which is 200 years, this dragon was the youngest hatched before the apocalypse.

With the extraordinary size of this dragon, there shouldn't be any Dragon King family discovering it.

Even for wild dragons, things are a little strange.

"Hiss..."

The glutton did not immediately follow the driver's instructions, but sniffed around, lowering the dragon's head as if looking for something.

After a while, a hint of doubt appeared in the glutton's green vertical pupils, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

It seemed to have discovered something that made it no longer vigilant.

"Roar……"

The glutton roared dully, flapped its wings and flew towards the canyon, choosing an open space in front of the dragon skull to land.

"Glutton, be careful around you."

Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back and rushed towards the dragon's remains impatiently.

Because the vegetation in the canyon is dense, most of the dragon's remains are wrapped in green plants, giving it an absurd beauty where life and death are intertwined.

As the distance got closer, Rhaegar intuitively felt the difference in body size.

The remains of a dragon skull were as big as a small castle, and each fang was thicker than his waist.

"Miracle!"

Rhaegar murmured to himself, reaching out to touch a thick dragon tooth.

Click——

The expected explorer prompt did not sound, but instead there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to push Longya.

boom--

The root of the dragon's tooth connecting to the mandible was detached directly, and it crashed precariously onto the grass.

Lei Jia opened his mouth slightly and didn't react for a long time.

Squatting down and touching the joint of the mandible, the dragon's tooth fell off by its roots rather than being broken by weathering.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Lei Jia's mind, and he asked in surprise: "A three-hundred-meter-long dragon also has dragon horns?"

When a dragon reaches a certain age, its growing bones and muscles squeeze out unimportant horns, horns, and even scales.

Vhagar was 170 years old at the time, and his originally majestic pair of dragon horns had long since fallen off, leaving only some new, fine horn crowns.

The muscles in his jaw and neck were slack and hung weakly.

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he immediately withdrew from the dragon skull, shouting without hesitation: "Glutton!"

"Hiss..."

The glutton roared, its huge body suddenly turned around, and its thick black dragon tail swept across the place.

boom--

The dragon's tail suddenly hit the skull of the giant dragon's remains, and there was a loud bang. The dragon's skull instantly separated from the spine and hit the stone wall of the canyon.

In an instant, the dragon's skull was torn into pieces, its fangs were stretched and broken, and two huge dragon horns were broken in response, turning into a pile of bone residue and falling down.

Wow…

Witnessing the scene of bones flying with his own eyes, Rhaegar's eyes were cold and he said in disappointment: "The bones of a true dragon are immortal."

The keel is a solid material that can resist magma erosion. Even if it is exposed to wind and rain for hundreds of years, it can still maintain its hardness like steel.

There's something wrong with this dragon's remains!

Something is very wrong!