Chapter 626: The Dragon Taming Story of Belron
A few days after the fall of Norvos.
Golden fields, Dagger Lake.
"Hiss-"
The giant dragon, as black as carbon, swooped at a low altitude, plunged its huge body into the green lake, took a mouthful of the lake water where the whitebait was jumping around, and lifted off again.
"Haha, you are so motivated."
Rhaegar camped by the lake, raising his hand to shield himself from the cold water splashing into waves.
The campground is small, with two or three tents gathered together.
"The dragon loves the heat and is afraid of the cold. The tropical climate of the golden field is just right."
Daemon rubbed the flint and lit a bright bonfire.
A few days after the war ended, the uncle and nephew ran away overnight.
Who could tell that the two giant dragons were listless in the cold Norvos, and they seemed to be in a state of dormancy anytime and anywhere.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Corakxiu flew slowly overhead, twisting its evil snake-like body and spitting out scarlet dragon flames.
Crackling...
Several large one-meter-long fish fell from the sky and fell to the ground, causing bloody splashes.
Rhaegar's face fell and he complained: "This is inedible."
“Isn’t it better than Novos’ frozen pie?”
Damon sneered, used the flowing river water to clean the big fish, and asked half-seriously: "How much bigger is Dagger Lake than God's Eye Lake? Are you not considering building a castle?"
"That's exactly what I meant."
Rhaegar admitted generously.
Damon's expression changed slightly and he said seriously: "Confirmed?"
Norvos has been captured and is being garrisoned by Otto Hightower and Iron Guard Cole.
Before leaving, the good nephew used dragon stone magic to recast the mountain fortress and the nearby fortresses into an indestructible natural barrier.
Its level of security is close to that of the Blood Gate that protects the Eagle's Nest City.
However, the golden wilderness has not yet been controlled. Dagger Lake, which runs from north to south, is located in the middle and is indeed an important transportation artery.
Rhaegar smiled and affirmed: "I have sent a message to Volantis to transport supplies along the Rhoyne River and build a dragonstone fortress by the Dagger Lake."
"It would be better to choose the site at the city-state ruins of the Rhoynar people."
Daemon was more cautious and first thought of several abandoned city-states located between the Andalus Mountains and the Qohor Forest.
Such as: "Ge. Duohe", "Na. Sa Xing", "A. North City" and so on.
These are strategically located city-state sites.
In the war against the Rhoynar in Old Valyria, they were destroyed by dragonfire.
But it is undeniable that the land of the Rhoynar was once very fertile, which attracted the invasion of the ancient Valyrian people.
Rhaegar pondered for a moment: "Dagger Lake runs through the north and south. It can be a trade center for the disputed land and city-states such as Volatis, and serve as the foundation for the family to establish itself."
"The remaining city-states are in ruins. We will wait until the family forms a stable trade chain in the Eastern Continent before considering rebuilding and relocating the population."
Damon frowned slightly, but agreed: "It's a good escape route."
"You shouldn't resort to this unless it's absolutely necessary."
Rhaegar shook his head, still feeling reluctant to leave Westeros.
It is difficult to choose between a continent that is fully ruled and a rich territory that is vast, sparsely populated, and develops slowly.
Facing the dark forces that are about to move in the north, he still plans to give it a try.
If there is really a danger of destruction, the eldest son and the others can migrate to the continent of Essos.
With the disputed land, the port of Volantis, and the golden wilderness surrounded by Norvos and Qohor, the three power structures of the Free Fortress Empire Dragon, the local nobles, and the maritime nobles are recreated.
"By the way, Pentos' mercenaries are dispatched."
Damon mentioned it suddenly.
"Then fight. The plain battlefield is just a way to deliver food to the dragon."
Rhaegar was as plain as water, and in his heart he only cared about the iron vault filled with gold.
…
Sunset and dusk, the sky is getting late.
The halo of the setting sun shines on Dagger Lake, creating a beautiful picture of green and red.
Rhaegar returned to the camp and wrote a letter.
When I started writing, I hesitated for a moment.
It has been almost a month since he left home, and there is still no news about his eldest son Taming the Dragon, so he is probably in trouble.
"It's time to give him some guidance."
Rhaegar pondered and wrote the old dragon of the lemon grove.
Ulagath is an ancient dragon full of history, and those who know it can count it on one hand.
Since the eldest son can train a dragon, he might as well give it a try.
At the end, he informed Norvos of the victory on the battlefield and reminded his father and Rhaenyra to be careful of counterattacks from across the strait.
After writing it, tie it to the raven's leg.
…
Time flies, half a month later.
King's Landing, Dragon's Lair.
"Hiss!!"
Angry roars resounded through the hall, and blazing dragon flames overflowed from the roof of the iron rope shed.
At the bronze door, Aemon was leaning against the door carelessly, holding a popsicle in his mouth.
boom--
The moss-green deceiver climbed on the wall, its amber vertical pupils revealed cunning, and its long and slender dragon tail flicked like a scorpion's tail.
"A ungrateful old woman."
Eamonn spit out the popsicle stick and looked at the silver-haired woman who was escaping with a mischievous smile.
At his mother's request, he took Irena from Slaver's Bay to visit the dragon's lair.
During this period, I met Liar, Moon Dancer, Sylax...
The old woman was not satisfied yet and wanted to see a real adult dragon.
Both Wormisor and Silver Wing lived in the Dragon Pit, and were led out by the Dragon Hunters.
The former was fine when he saw Irena, just like a little bug that didn't bother her.
On the contrary, Yinyi, who was in a gentle mood, only twitched his nose slightly before spraying dragon flames at Elena.
It seemed like there was something extremely repulsive about the other person.
"I almost didn't burn you to death."
Aemon clapped his hands and ordered: "Put Silver Wing back to Dragonstone Island, and send someone to keep an eye on the old woman around the clock."
The ownerless dragon is not afraid of the old woman's taming, after all, it can't fly out of the dragon cave.
I'm just afraid that someone will steal the dragon eggs and cause the dragon to escape.
But with him, no one can succeed.
"Roar..."
The trickster retreated slightly, and a shadow shrouded the hall, and a ferocious dragon head with a horn crown emerged.
Silver Wing's vertical pupils were sharp, and he snorted heavily, like a beast waiting to be hunted.
"Take it down, quickly!"
Aemon was not afraid, and urged the dragon keeper.
"Follow the order, Silver Wing!"
The dragon keeper surrounded him and loudly coaxed the dragon back to the dragon pit.
Boom--
The bronze gate closed, and eight hundred armored warriors patrolled the four directions, surrounding the dragon cave tightly.
Aemon went out of the gate and took out a letter from his arms.
The signer is King Rhaegar I of Targaryen.
"Father's letter, let me take a look."
Aemon opened the envelope and read the contents line by line.
After returning to King's Landing from Tyrosh, he began to work as a Grand Maester and Chief of Intelligence. The letter was brought from Raven Tower.
After reading the letter, Aemon almost dropped his jaw: "Three hundred years old... such an old dragon."
"No, no, I have to send it to my brother quickly."
Aemon boarded the White Wheel Palace and ordered Kingsguard Alec: "Sir, take me back to the Red Castle first."
"Yes, Prince."
Alec performed his duties faithfully and drove the car back silently.
Halfway through, Aemon had an idea in his mind and said in surprise: "Hey, my brother wants to tame dragons, so I have to help."
Remember that there are many good things in my father's bedroom.
Send one to my brother.
Thinking of his brother's tearful thanks to him, Aemon was full of energy: "Hurry up, ser."
...
The next day, it was dawn.
Dragonstone, east coast.
"Hiss!"
A young dragon with black scales and scarlet dorsal fins and wing membranes roared repeatedly, rolling on the grass on the cliff, stirring up a cloud of dust and grass leaves.
Crack! Crack!
The black whip with bone spurs lashed continuously, tightly wrapped around the dragon's neck like a spirit snake.
Belron panted and climbed onto the dragon's back with the dragon whip in hand, shouting: "Come and snipe me again, Iragas!"
At this time, his face was dirty, and only a few pieces of rags were left on his body.
"Hiss!"
Iragas shouted at the top of his lungs, staring with a pair of scarlet vertical pupils.
Belron lay on the dragon's back, waving the dragon whip and whipping it: "I told you to snipe me, I told you to be narrow-minded!"
Every time he whipped him, he complained, venting the thrills of the past half month.
He failed to dodge in time several times and was almost turned into barbecue by the narrow-minded dragon.
"Hiss!..."
Iragas screamed in pain, and rolled on the ground with his huge body comparable to that of an adult dragon, trying to throw the little bug off.
"You wish."
Belron was like a dog-skin plaster, firmly stuck to the dragon's back.
If it weren't for the fact that hitting dragon scales with fists was painful and useless, I really wanted to give it two punches.
In his ragged pants, there was a crumpled letter paper at the moment.
A letter from his younger brother Aemon.
He shared a 300-year-old dragon that was staying in the lemon forest, and also sent the dragon taming whip that his father kept in the palace.
Baelron's face flushed, and he waved the whip to tie the dragon's neck, and said with relief: "Small-minded dragon, you have a time to be alone!"
Every time he met Vhagar passing by, he would be chased by Iragas all the way.
The great cause of dragon taming collapsed several times.
"Hiss!"
Iragas has a violent personality and can't stand the revenge of the little bug, so he musters up all his strength to rush into the sky.
He took off with a whoosh, and the scarlet wing membrane covered the waves under the coast.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
Berlon was shocked and hurriedly tightened the dragon whip.
The higher the young dragon flew, the tighter the dragon whip was.
The tighter the dragon whip was, the more angry the young dragon was.
"Hiss!"
Iragas looked up to the sky and howled, rushing up to the clouds and falling into the sea, trying to hurt the little bug on his back.
Berlon was dizzy and his stubbornness came up.
"Come on, let's see who surrenders first."
One man and one dragon took it up, and used all their strength to hurt each other.
At this time, the towering Dragon Mountain.
"Roar?"
Vhagar was lying in the rocky mountains. He raised his head when he heard the dragon roar from the east coast, and felt annoyed that his sweet dream was disturbed.
Boom--
The huge feet stepped on the rocks, and the wings full of holes spread and flew into the air.
It wanted to teach that little guy a lesson, and keep quiet on Dragonstone.
...
On the other side.
The man and the dragon were unaware and were still jumping up and down to fight.
"Hiss--"
A roar like thunder came from afar, and the magnificent dragon flame with orange and yellow smoke came.
Baeron suddenly looked back and his face changed drastically: "Run, Iragas!"
Boom--
It was a little late, the dragon flame surged over the sky.
Vhagar's vertical pupils were filled with indifference, and he was only concerned with teaching the restless young dragon a lesson.
Baeron subconsciously lay down and pulled out the dragon whip that bound the dragon's neck.
The next moment.
"Hiss!"
Amid the billowing dragon flames and thick smoke, the young black dragon rushed out and spit out a mouthful of dark dragon flames from a long distance.
The dragon flames were as dark as night, and they exploded and hit the wrinkled thick skin of the old dragon of the time.
"Hiss——"
Vhagar was sprayed on the side of his neck, roared with extreme anger, flapped his wings and chased.
Ilagas moved flexibly, dodging every attack of the old dragon, and occasionally sprayed dragon flames to fight back.
Its dragon flames were extremely lethal, with an explosion-like effect.
This was exactly the same as the dark dragon flames of Balerion when he was alive.
"Hiss!"
Ilagas dodged the old dragon's bite for the last time and dived into the sea under the cliff.
Baelon's heart was pounding, always paying attention to the old dragon's temper, and gritted his teeth: "Leave Dragonstone, Ilagas!"
Vhagar was ferocious and would not tolerate provocation and flew with the dragon.
Ilagas angered it and would not be easily forgiven.
Boom--
As soon as the voice fell, the dragon flames with orange and yellow mixed with thick smoke fell, boiling the sea water surging on the cliff.
"Hiss!"
Iragas panicked and subconsciously refused the little bug's command, intending to escape in any direction.
"Follow my command, Iragas!"
Berlon's momentum rose, and he used the dragon whip to forcibly take over the control of the dragon.
The movement was so violent that the paper ball in the torn pants fell out.
Berlon saw it from the corner of his eye, and a plan suddenly came to his mind.
