Chapter 491: Gluttonous: Do you know the value of wild dragon?
Chapter 491 The Glutton: Do you understand the value of wild dragons?
“Wormisor, do you want to fight me?”
The voice is calm and the expression is very arrogant.
Rhaegar is riding on the back of a huge black dragon, as if he is a dragon himself.
"Roar!"
Wormisor's vertical pupils were scarlet, and he was immediately angered. The dragon's head shook violently and squeezed out.
Rhaegar raised the corners of his lips: "Then give it a try."
"Roar…"
Awakened from his deep sleep, dragon-eating species were introduced into the lair.
Wormisor almost lost his mind. His huge body hit the cave, and his whole body radiated rising temperatures.
The glutton raised his head high, his green vertical pupils showing human contempt, quietly waiting for his defeated opponent to break through the terrain restrictions.
There is a tunnel between the cave where it is located and the sleeping cave of Wormisor.
This is for humans to walk on, not for huge dragons.
The glutton came here because he had explored every corner of Longshan in order to steal dragon eggs.
Boom—
Wormisor roared generously, and his neck quickly exited the tunnel, leaving only his broad shoulders and wings stuck at the entrance.
The whole cave was shaking violently, as if celebrating the escape of the angry dragon.
The glutton let out a hot breath, and a cunning look of success flashed through his green eyes.
The wings scratched the ground, and the black dragon shadow rushed out in an instant, opening its huge mouth of the abyss with saliva flowing out and biting as much as it wanted.
——
The scales cracked and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Wormisor screamed, his thick neck was bitten, and he shook back and forth in fear and anger.
How dare it make a sneak attack!
The glutton roared with excitement, one hind foot firmly stepped on Wormisor's dragon head, enjoying the hard-won delicious food wantonly.
At this moment, my head filled with violent thoughts was extremely proud and proud.
Let your dragon head squeeze out of the tunnel because it is confident that it will win.
Drilling the neck out of the tunnel and taking action is to teach the opponent's soldiers not to be tired of deception.
It is a wild dragon!
As we all know, wild dragons will do anything to survive.
"Roar…"
Wormisor was suppressed in an instant, with a piece of flesh missing from his neck, and spitting out hot dragon flames.
Zila—
The glutton refused to dodge and allowed the dragon flames to burn his hind feet. The pain greatly stimulated his desire to hunt.
With a thought in his mind, anger surges up.
The whole dragon is stuck to the outer wall of the tunnel, the sharp finger of one hind foot is digging into the rock, and its wings are spread up and down.
Formulate a difficult posture of climbing and hanging upside down.
With one hind foot and two wings for support, the glutton raised his head to swallow the torn flesh and blood, and stepped hard with his burned hind feet.
boom-
After one of the dragon flames in Wormisor, the black dragon's claws heavily stepped on the dragon's head, causing a moment of forced dizziness.
With one successful blow, the glutton became more and more rampant, completely transforming into the identity of a great evil dragon. He lifted up his hind legs vigorously and then dropped them down.
Wormisor had no way to avoid it, and was trampled wildly by his opponent, letting out a low roar of incompetence and fury.
However, the body was stuck in the tunnel and could not fight back effectively.
Behind the two giant dragons, the gray shadow crouched down in fear, witnessing such a ferocious scene.
The big claws stomped on the head.
That is to say, as an adult dragon, Wormisor has unparalleled vitality and defense.
If it were it, the dragon's head might be flattened at the first blow.
The glutton raised its head and roared, and the dragon's kiss was soaked in the hot dragon blood, making the originally terrifying appearance full of ferocity.
“Old man, calm down.”
Rhaegar remained calm and calm, sitting back and watching the one-sided abuse between the two dragons.
He must remember the purpose.
A wild young dragon that wanders outside.
"Roar!"
Wormisor swung the dragon's head faster to avoid being trampled by the dragon's claws, and sprayed the dragon flames accumulated in his throat in one breath.
In an instant, the entire crypt was filled with a dazzling golden color.
The magma-like dragon flames splashed randomly, not only hitting the glutton, but a ball of dragon flames almost hit the bystanders.
Rhaegar leaned back, and the dragon flame flew past his hair, igniting a wisp of golden flame.
"damn it!"
Lei Jia's body was almost in the air, and he changed his face and said: "Work harder, the dragon guard didn't feed the cattle and sheep?"
The glutton was startled when he heard this, and then he became determined to refuse to admit defeat. He opened his dragon's kiss and was about to bite.
The stupid driver thinks it’s not harsh enough?
It is simply contrary to Tiangang.
Rhaegar sensed this emotion and rolled his eyes mercilessly.
Originally I thought that there would be a thrilling and fierce battle due to the fury of Wormisor.
The result is a reckless dragon with only a long body and no brain.
Haunted by insidious gluttons.
His dragon-taming whip is ready.
Thoughts come together, and changes occur in the dark.
Just as the glutton was about to take his bite, Wormisor fought back hard, stretched his neck and tried to bite back.
Boom—
The glutton is not a vegetarian, he spits out the green dragon flame instantly.
"Roar!"
Wormisor missed the attack and let out a menacing howl.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
Wormisor suddenly started to grow a brain.
Taking advantage of the glutton's breath of dragon flames, he quickly withdrew his neck stuck in the tunnel despite the maggot-like burning of his tarsal bones.
Get out of trouble successfully.
Rhaegar glared slightly and reminded: "Glutton, the other party has escaped."
The glutton doesn’t give up so easily, and the dragon flames spit out relentlessly, aiming at the narrow tunnel.
At the touch of the dragon flame, the rock mass gradually twisted and deformed. In just a few breaths, the surrounding rock walls melted into magma, quickly expanding into a spacious furnace passage.
Wait a moment for the magma to solidify and take shape.
The glutton has faint green eyes and crawls slowly but firmly step by step.
Tap!
Tap Ta Ta!
The claws of the dragon wings support the ground, crushing the ash layer that has not yet completely solidified, and splashing out little bits of bright yellow magma.
The high temperature burns the pitch-black scales, making a sizzling sound.
Lega was sitting on the dragon's back, and wisps of white smoke could be vaguely seen floating out.
The Glutton's scales are reinforced and are as hard as Valyrian steel, making them extremely heat-resistant.
At the same time, high temperatures are coming from all directions.
Lega's expression remained unchanged, he just pulled his long silver-gold hair back and held his breath for a moment.
In a high temperature environment, the air is in a vacuum.
Even if it can be breathed, it is still full of harmful substances.
The glutton crawled slowly, staring at the dimly lit cave at the end of the tunnel.
Rhaegar's body rose and fell, his dragon-taming whip hanging below his knees.
One person and one dragon, without fear.
…
Chaotou Island.
Climax City, Nine-bill Hall.
Rhaenys looked calm, leaning against the wine cabinet with her arms crossed, staring at the other side of the lobby.
“That’s the way it is.”
“Is it true?”
“Nine times out of ten.”
Damon frowned, bent down on a chair, tilted his head and communicated with a spy.
The spy stiffened his face and reported in a low voice: "There is a dragon in the sea of smoke, and Volantis' explorers saw it."
“Okay, I already know.”
Daemon was upset and took out a bag of golden dragons from his sleeve and handed it over.
Catching the money bag, the spy exited the lobby.
“A new wild dragon appears?”
Rhaenys was curious and raised her thin eyebrows without leaving any trace.
Damon nodded slightly, with an ugly expression on his face: "A wild blue baby dragon, hatched from somewhere."
Rhaenys heard this and thought: "The matter of the baby dragon is big or small. It is best to report it to the royal family immediately."
She wanted to report it to Rhaegar.
Before the words came out, I was afraid of irritating my petty cousin, so I changed it to the word "royal".
Damon raised his eyebrows, with a trace of imperceptible dissatisfaction in his eyes.
The **** royal family.
My brother lay in bed, and Rhaenyra was a maiden.
In the end, it was better to leave it to my good nephew.
During the conversation, a third voice broke in.
“Prince Rhaegar is on Dragonstone right now, so he should deal with this matter.”
Daemon turned his head and looked at the driftwood throne inside the nine-walled hall.
Sea Snake sat upright with a serious face: "The last time the wild dragon appeared in the sea of smoke, it triggered a war between the kingdom and the Three Women's Kingdom."
“This time, the Yanhai Yelong cannot fall into the hands of others, thereby disturbing the sensitive nerves of the royal family.”
From the bottom of his heart, he already hated war.
Don’t want to pay more.
Rhaenys glanced sideways at her husband and explained to Daemon: "Velaryen has sacrificed too much and needs to recuperate."
Men speak in a roundabout way.
Why can’t you just say it straight?
Damon laughed dumbly: "I will report it, Rhaegar must know about this."
He sent spies from Yanhai to find medicine to cure his brother's mental damage.
Through the Targaryen ancestral map shared by my good nephew, more than a dozen exploration teams entered the Sea of Smoke.
Not to mention, not only were there clues about the medicine stone, there was also news about a young dragon.
Daemon's mind drifted away, and he returned to a courtyard in Tyrosh, where he seemed to see his mistress Messaria.
That woman was born as a dancer, low and dirty.
Hide under that beautiful face, there is an exquisite heart with seven orifices.
After Messalia's slide, the two had a long break.
The reason is that Messalia didn't feel safe and gave up on Damon, the prodigal prince.
To put it bluntly, a **** dumped him.
Messalia lives in a brothel in Flea Bottom and makes a living by selling information.
At one time he had a close relationship with Otto Hightower.
Until Daemon captured Tyrosh, a figure similar to an intelligence chief was needed to send people to retrieve Messaria.
As expected, a pair of old lovers reunited.
In an instant, Damon thought of many things.
The elder brother who had been waiting for his son, the nephew who was about to ascend the throne, and Lanner who almost died in childbirth...
Finally, the scene freezes on Mesalia with pale skin.
One night sixteen years ago, the **** angrily accused him of being a coward and fearing his brother who sat on the Iron Throne, causing the two boys to slip.
Damon recalled the past, covering his mouth with his big hand without leaving any trace, and let out a subtle sigh.
“I need a son, sorry.”
He lowered his head and said to himself silently: "Rhaenyra has retrieved the dragon egg, then I will capture a young dragon."
A dark and uncertain light flashed in Daimon's eyes, as if he was complaining about the unfair treatment he had suffered.
Dragon eggs and young dragons are both under the control of the royal family.
The dragon eggs of the two daughters still adopted their adoptive mother and relied on Rhaenyra's charity.
He believed that he would have a son.
With no need for gifts from the royal family, he saved an ownerless dragon for his son by himself.
“I’ll go to Dragonstone later.”
Damon’s mind was clear and he thought to himself.
My good nephew's movements are unknown, and his behavior when going to Dragonstone is very strange.
There must be a secret.
It just so happens that he also has a secret.
(End of this chapter)
