Chapter 551: Golden dragon weeps blood
Chapter 551 The Golden Dragon Cries Blood
The scarlet dragon flames are like a waterfall, spraying out all over the head and face.
The sheep thief's pupils shrank sharply, feeling the threat coming, and he did not need the driver to order him to make a judgment.
puff-
The withered dragon head collided head-on with the dragon flames, and its skinny torso rose straight into the air.
"Get away, you sheep thief!"
Although Aemond's order arrived late, his whole body was struck by dragon flames.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief quickly flew into the sky, his broad brown wings flapping continuously, blowing away the scorching heat of the dragon flames.
"Idiot, what are you doing!"
Aemond looked disgraced and shouted angrily.
Targaryens can withstand high temperatures better than ordinary people, which does not mean they can withstand dragon flames.
The sheep thief turned around and roared, signaling the driver to shut up and stared at the blood worms warily.
Corak Xiu's eyes were cold and he flapped a pair of dragon wings to hover over the city.
"Follow me, Colacho!"
Damon smiled bloodthirstyly, staring intently at his one-eyed nephew.
The feud between uncle and nephew is not over yet.
"Hiss..."
Colakxiu neighed excitedly and jumped into the air impatiently.
A mud dragon with only a superficial appearance, gnawed away two or two of its bones.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief was shocked, flicked his rough dragon tail, and plunged into the clouds.
Meereen, in the city.
The Unsullied guard the city walls while Dothraki cavalry rampage.
At this moment, they all raised their heads in unison and watched the two dragons chasing each other with different expressions.
"Goddess of Horses!"
Laokao's face was dull, and the white horse under his crotch trembled slightly.
"Hiss..."
The giant scarlet dragon snakes upwards, its flames filling the sky.
In the perspective below.
The blood worm is as big as a mountain, like a cruel and bloodthirsty giant worm.
The ugly mud dragon was even better in size, with its scales all over its body covered in pits, and it ran away in panic like a coward.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief glanced back and spat out a mouthful of dense dragon flames that looked like specks of mud.
Aemond sat on the saddle and swayed from side to side, forcing himself to calm down, and said solemnly: "Follow my command, you sheep thief."
It no longer mattered that we entered the city by mistake.
Damon dared to do something secretly, and the nature of the matter was extremely bad.
Emond leaned over to look down and said coldly: "In that case, let's see who wins."
The sheep thief rushed high into the air with all his strength, as if he felt the driver's bond tightening, slightly suppressing the call of the wild.
Otherwise, it will treat the bloodworm like a wild dragon.
"Turn around, you sheep thief."
Aemond's face was as cold as frost, and he pulled out the saddle buckle from his waist and tied it tightly.
"Hiss..."
Suddenly, the clouds surged, and scarlet dragon flames spurted out.
Corakxiu was swept by the fierce wind, bathed in flames, and opened his mouth to bite the mud dragon.
"Dragon Flame, sheep thief!"
At the critical moment, Aemond grinned and gave the order.
boom-
The sheep thief turned around just in time, and the brown mud-colored dragon flames spurted out, turning into a different kind of fire rain.
"Hiss..."
Corakxiu had nowhere to dodge, and white smoke emitted from his scales.
…
Great Pyramid.
Rhaegar held his chin with one hand and wrote lightly: "If I don't see the **** dragon king, Meereen will never have peace for a day."
To find a Valyrian to pretend to be someone is really insulting to one's intelligence.
As soon as the words fell, the crowd fell silent.
The great masters looked at each other, feeling guilty in each other's eyes.
Bang bang...
The old great master clapped his hands, and the attendant brought a tray, as if he had made some determination: "Your Majesty, this matter needs to be discussed."
A pot of summer red, two amber wine cups.
Rega frowned slightly, and the other party poured the wine himself, sniffing the aroma of the wine with satisfaction.
what the hell?
The old great master picked up two wine cups and walked up the steps step by step with a kind smile: "Your Majesty, I offer you a toast. I am grateful that you did not control the dragon and burn down Meereen."
"I want that pseudo-dragon."
Rhaegar didn't answer at all.
The old great master bent down and whispered: "If you accept my respect, you will get what you want."
"I can understand that you are threatening?"
Rhaegar did not accept this trick and looked at Yin Hong's wine with interest.
Poison?
So obvious!
In the main hall, the other great masters witnessed this scene, their bodies shaking like chaff.
The old great lord took a deep breath and said firmly: "The people of Meereen never refuse good wine."
Rega sat upright and chuckled, "You drink first."
"no problem."
The old great master agreed immediately, picked up a wine cup and drank heavily.
At the end, he wiped his beard and said, "This is thirty-year-old summer red, a rare wine in the world."
Rega's eyes were deep and he couldn't help but look at this old guy.
I have to admire him for daring to drink poisonous wine.
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of the old great master, and he handed another wine cup forward and urged: "Your Majesty, the false dragon is in the Great Pyramid."
"I hope so."
Rega showed no expression and took the wine cup casually.
Bring up the system panel.
【Rhaegar Targaryen】
Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (59%)
Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue)
Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Mirror Flower, Water Moon...
Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...
Rating: "Ancient blood, greatness or madness?"
Scanning the "Pure Water" in the column of relics, Rega smiled faintly.
Isolate toxins and purify dirt...
Since receiving the blessing of "pure water", poisoning and disease are no longer weaknesses.
If there is a **** in the world, he is the only true god.
"You're brave, old man."
It was rare for Rhaegar to praise his opponent, so he raised the cup to his lips.
The old great master ignored the voice and stared intently.
"Your Majesty, don't drink!"
"Rhaega, you can't drink!"
Sea Serpent and Aegon shouted loudly, thinking that Rhaegar was possessed by an evil spirit.
"Gulu~"
After drinking, her lips were wet and red.
Bang!
Rega threw away the wine cup and said without changing his expression: "Tell me, where is the pseudo-dragon?"
"you you…"
The old great master's face flushed with excitement and he no longer concealed it: "Davis Fitznick is in the attic. If you are alive, go find him."
"Hmph, pfft!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood vessels in his neck and face turned black, and a mouthful of sweet and dirty blood spurted out from his mouth.
The toxin is violent and strikes in an instant.
Rhaegar smiled, stood up, patted the other party's shoulder, and said calmly: "I am a real dragon, with blood and fire flowing in my body."
“Ho ho…”
The old great master didn't know why, and stared at him, trying to see the tragic situation of the poisonous man.
It's a pity that his life is like the pot of poisonous wine and amber wine cup.
It's just a tragedy.
Lei Jia's face looked as usual, his purple eyes filled with starlight.
The blood flow in the body accelerated, as if an ugly dragon was darting left and right, suppressed by the beating of the heart like a drum.
One second, two seconds...
Gradually, the foreign matter in the blood is completely purified, turning into a ray of nutrients to enrich the body.
Plop—
The old great master could no longer hold on, and he could not see the heroic scene of dragging down a dragon king to his death. He fell backwards in disbelief.
Two lines of blood and tears slipped out of his eyelids, and he rolled down the steps with a look on his face.
"Do it!"
The muffled sound of the corpse falling was like a signal, and a low roar suddenly came from the hall.
A young great master with rough skin suddenly changed his face, pounced on the nearest Aegon, and took out the dagger in his arms.
Aegon's facial features were frightened by Rhaegar's act of drinking poison, and he was completely unaware of the danger.
"Long live the Harpy!"
The young great master spoke quickly, grabbed his neck, pointed the dagger at his lower abdomen and stabbed him randomly.
"Asshole!"
The sea snake was furious, and a great master also rushed towards him, raised his arms and punched him down.
Wow…
Outside the main hall, sons of the harpy wearing golden masks swarmed in.
Tapestries, gauze curtains, curtains...
Wherever people can be hidden, their flexible figures will emerge without exception.
"Unsullied, fight!"
Gray Worm roared, raised his spear and thrust forward.
A hundred-man army of Unsullied divided into two to take over the inside and outside of the hall.
There was no movement outside the palace, but he didn't know when he was killed.
"Aegon!?" Rhaegar exclaimed.
"Atone for your sins to the harpy!"
Several sons of the harpy rushed forward, accusing hoarsely.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
In Rhaegar's eyes, they were moving at a snail's pace, drawing out the real fire and beheading them one by one.
Don't stop, break out of the siege to find Aegon.
The Unsullied gathered in a circle, protecting the Sea Serpent and Aegon.
Aegon looked dazed and collapsed in the arms of the sea snake, touching the wound on his abdomen.
It wasn't until he put his **** hand on the tip of his nose and sniffed it that he realized he had been stabbed.
"Don't be afraid, the wound is not fatal."
Rhaegar hurriedly approached and used ouroboros to penetrate into the **** lower abdomen. "I'm dying?"
Aegon's eyes were blank, and he confided in his unfair fate: "My Sunfire, I haven't ridden enough yet."
He is still married.
There is not even a son who can inherit Yang Yan.
However, no one paid any attention to him.
The sea snake looked solemn and said urgently: "This is the slave owner's territory, we must retreat quickly."
"Protect Aegon, you go first."
Rhaegar responded calmly, digging his fingers into Aegon's belly to mend the cut intestines.
"Ahh~"
Aegon groaned subconsciously, his face twitching slightly.
"Take him and let's go!"
After healing the internal damage, Rhaegar carried Aegon onto the back of the sea serpent, grasped the true fire and rushed out of the protective circle.
The Sons of the Harpy are few in number, and the advantage is that as fanatic believers they are not afraid of death.
The Unsullied lined up to resist, retreating slowly and leisurely.
Stab!
Rhaegar cut off the blockers with a sword, lifted up the tapestry and rushed into the corridor.
No matter what, the Bastard Dragon King must die.
Besides, if you don’t believe Damon, they can’t control the situation.
…
Meereen, Arena.
Syrax crawled slowly, and the tip of his tail broke through the iron gate.
"Come here, good girl."
Rhaenyra, protected by the Unsullied, quickly climbed onto the dragon's back.
"Kage Yan is out of control!"
Darren ran over sweating profusely, with smoke billowing behind him.
"Listen, quickly ride on your dragon!"
Rhaenyra was anxious, buckled up her saddle and rode the dragon to fly.
Over the city, Yang Yan was spitting fire randomly like crazy.
Further away, two giant dragons could be vaguely seen shaking each other, and the dragon flames dyed a large area of the sky red.
"It's a mess, it's a complete mess!"
Daeron was in a daze for a moment, looking for Thessalyon while walking back.
…
Thousands of miles high in the sky.
"Attack, Colachu!"
Damon's eyes were sharp and he was always watching the movements of his one-eyed nephew.
"Hiss..."
Corakxiu was brave and fearless, his broad wings fluttered, and he rushed towards the ugly mud dragon.
"Dragon Flame!"
Aemond's single eye glowed coldly.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief hurriedly spat out a puff of dragon flame, turned around and distanced himself.
Glancing back with the shriveled dragon head, one can clearly see the blood worm's open dragon's snout, and the fishy saliva sticking to the dragon's teeth.
This kind of opponent who is not afraid of death is a stupid dragon in head-on conflict.
As a wild dragon that has gone through many hardships, cunning is a habit engraved in his bones.
"Idiot, show some backbone!"
Aemond was bent on fighting and was almost dodged by the sheep thief.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief immediately sprayed dragon flames to fight back, and then Shi Shiran dived downwards.
at this time,
Yang Yan trampled on a residential building and breathed out dragon flames anxiously.
Snap!
A ball of brown mud-colored dragon flames hit the top of his head, and the golden scales were scorched black.
"Roar!"
Yang Yan was instantly furious, his already anxious mind went crazy, and he flapped his pale pink wings and soared into the sky.
Separated by a layer of white clouds, the sky and the earth are divided into two parts.
The sheep thief avoids the pursuit of bloodworms and dives under the clouds towards the complex-colored ground.
"Roar!"
A giant golden dragon suddenly rushed out, biting one of the dragon wings with its **** mouth.
Click!
The dragon's teeth bit hard, and the scales cracked inch by inch.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief was so frightened that he bit the attacker's neck and tore out a piece of flesh.
"Damn, what the hell!"
Aemond's body shook violently, and he suddenly saw the golden dragon clearly.
"Kagero?"
Aemond was stunned for a moment and said anxiously: "That idiot Aegon!"
Even the dragon couldn't stand it.
"Roar!"
Yang Yan screamed in pain, stimulating the bloodthirsty in his bones, biting his wings harder and fluttering around.
Looking at that posture, I wish I could uproot him.
"Go away, golden worm!"
Aemond was frightened and angry, and gave the order: "Kill it, you sheep thief!"
"Hiss!"
There is no need for the driver to give orders, and the sheep thief can't help it.
The Targaryen dragon rankings include a few adult dragons such as Vhagar and Glutton.
The sheep thief who was born as a wild dragon is second only to Silver Wing in size, reaching an astonishing seventy to eighty meters.
Among the ranks of mature dragons, they are definitely among the best.
On the other hand, Yang Yan was only a young adult, with a body size of just over thirty meters.
Comparing the two, their body shapes differ by more than half.
But Yang Yan never lacks the courage to fight across age groups.
"Roar!"
He bit the mud dragon's wing tightly, vowing to teach it a lesson.
boom-
The sheep thief poured out a breath of dragon flame, burning the gorgeous pale pink wing membrane.
Immediately afterwards, the dry sharp claws pierced the golden scales and made a **** **** on the chest.
"Roar!"
Everything happened in an instant, Yang Yan screamed miserably, and subconsciously let go of the dragon's kiss.
Poof—
The sheep thief smelled blood and bit the neck in pursuit, trying to kill the ugly monster.
"One-eye, uncle is here!"
Corakxiu dived down into the clouds, and Daemon's playful shout echoed in the air.
Imond's expression tightened and he said quickly: "Let it go, you sheep thief!"
A dragon is too precious to be killed easily.
Especially when two dragons are fighting and their strength is equal.
"Hiss~~"
The sheep thief didn't need any orders at all. He let go of the dragon's kiss that pierced the golden scales early, turned around and ran away with a puff of dragon flame.
The worst case scenario would be a protracted war, as its skeleton would consume less energy than its opponent.
"Roar!"
Yang Yan managed to escape and wanted to pursue him without fear of death.
"Dragon Flame, Coraxio!"
Damon treated him coldly, obviously not showing mercy to the third party.
boom-
Corakxiu swooped down, spraying scarlet dragon flames onto the injured Yang Yan.
"Roaring..."
Yang Yan dodged without haste, his wings burst into flames, and he fell on his back in panic.
Korakxiu was unruly by nature and did not even look at the golden dragon. The dragon's tail swayed and he continued to chase.
Rumble—
Dragons in the sky fought, and the ground fell into chaos.
The Dothraki cavalry rushed into the city with one step, and buildings everywhere exploded one after another.
The pungent green flames rose and spread with unstoppable force.
"Poison Fire, retreat quickly!"
"Someone attacked..."
Some people recognized it as wildfire, and before they could retreat, they were knocked down and killed by the enemies rushing out from the corner.
Sons of the harpy wearing golden masks are constantly attacking outsiders in the city.
…
"No! Damon, Aemond..."
Rhaenyra came riding Syrax and watched the battle between the two dragons in disbelief.
Coraxio was so fierce that he pounced on the fleeing sheep thief, leading to an inextricable fight.
"Roaring..."
Yang Yan screamed miserably, his body covered in charred black, and he fell down, smashing down a large number of buildings.
In an instant, a mushroom cloud of thick smoke rose.
"Rhaenayla, Aegon is hurt!"
Cobalt-blue Theselion flew in hastily, and Daeron called nervously from the saddle.
"Where's Rhaegar?"
Rhaenyra managed to remain calm and asked urgently.
The slave owners' counterattack was chaotic enough.
Only Rhaegar can stop the family feud.
Darren didn't know: "Big brother didn't come out!"
"Exactly at this time!"
Rhaenyra sighed softly and patted the dragon's back: "It's time for you to help, good girl."
"Hiss~"
Syrax neighed and flew high into the sky with a connected heart.
Slave owners are just mediocre.
It's also worth trying two adult dragons.
…
At this time, outside Meereen.
A huge black dragon lay on the edge of the river, breathing slowly like a mountain of coal.
"Sniff sniff~~"
His nose twitched hard, as if he smelled an unusual smell.
Swish—
The vertical pupils suddenly opened, and a faint green light flickered, full of cunning and cruelty.
(End of chapter)
