Chapter 627: The Taming of the Dragon by Belron
"Follow me, Ilagas!"
The young man's shout echoed over Dragonstone Island, revealing a trace of determination that could not be refused.
boom--
Vhagar let out a low roar, hovering in the sky in circles after circles, and its huge mountainous body cast a large shadow.
Those turbid, deep vertical pupils were full of sadness and indifference after loneliness.
No one knows its pain, and can only rely on its whining every night to release its emotions.
The attack of the young dragon just aroused the desire to fight in the bones of the founding dragon.
"Hiss!"
A giant black and red dragon suddenly rushed out of the east coast, aimed at the eyes of the founding dragon, sprayed out black dragon flames, and then quickly glided along the sea.
boom--
Vhagar was unprepared for the moment, and the dragon's head was turned away and hit in the head. A black smoke with sparks emitted from the thick wrinkled skin.
The series of little tricks completely angered the founding dragon who was on the verge of going berserk.
"His-"
Vhagar roared like thunder, and his broad wings full of holes enveloped the young dragon.
Belron saw it clearly and immediately ordered: "Start towards the throat, quickly!"
The furious old dragon is unstoppable.
He had to find a way to not only control the ownerless old dragon, but also tame a qualified dragon.
"It's nothing more than pulling chestnuts out of the fire."
Belron's heart skipped a beat, and he was already determined to succeed or succeed.
He could live without dragons, lose the Iron Throne, and even lose his frail life.
However, you must prove yourself while living.
An adult dragon that can fight in both north and south can wash away his shame of being dragonless.
"Speed up, Ilagas!"
One person and one dragon flew across the Blackwater Bay, passing by Chaotou Island where ships came and went, and rushed out of the natural channel in one fell swoop.
boom--
Vhagar chased after him, his huge body smashing away the clouds and mist in the sky, swaying the wrinkled flesh hanging down from his lower jaw.
The old dragon's vertical pupils were fierce, and the fire continued to burn deep in his throat.
When it flew over Chaotou Island, the familiar fishermen's eyes widened, thinking that Miss Lanner was back.
…
The two giant dragons, one behind the other, gradually crossed the cloudy Shipwreck Bay.
Crack!
Thick dark clouds rolled in, and there was lightning and thunder in the sky.
Belron held on to his scarlet dorsal fin and pushed forward against the strong wind and torrential rain.
"Hiss!"
Ilagas leaned down, like a seabird close to the sea level.
boom--
A streak of orange dragon flames mixed with thick smoke followed, evaporating a large amount of rainwater and turning it into water vapor.
Ilagas looked back and continued flying further south.
The rain was pouring down, and the view was gradually obstructed.
Belron lay tightly on the dragon's back, wiped away the rainwater in his eyes, and encouraged: "Work harder, we are almost there."
He was going to find the three hundred year old dragon.
Since a young dragon can't fight against Vhagar, then find an ancient beast that's older than it.
"Hiss!"
A hint of reluctance flashed through Ilagas's crimson vertical pupils, and he roared and beat his wings faster.
It was not what he wanted to do to provoke the old dragon.
He also had to carry a little liar who didn't know what was good or bad, and he had bad luck for eight lifetimes.
"Thank you, Ilagas."
Belron thanked him sincerely and shook the dragon-taming whip in his hand carelessly.
Ilagas turned cold-eyed for a moment and rushed towards the Broken Islands, which he had never been to before.
It seems that in an instant, a century has passed.
The young dragon rushed out of the harsh environment shrouded in clouds with a roar, and the sky immediately became clear, as if the lights were turned on at night.
Verron covered his eyes, unable to adapt to the bright light for a while.
"Hiss!"
Ilagas breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously slowed down.
It is a giant dragon with a strong body, good at speed and explosive power, and is naturally good material for dragon fights.
However, the physical exertion of the long journey was too great, and it was beyond the physical fitness of ordinary young dragons.
"Don't relax, Ilagas."
Belron stared up and down, fearing that a terrifying giant beast would emerge halfway.
In order to tame an adult dragon, he had done too much homework to understand Vhagar.
It was an old dragon that had experienced many battles, and had more combat experience than the glutton controlled by his father.
Known as the "God of War" in ancient Valyria, he killed too many enemies who took him lightly in his life.
"Hiss!"
Ilagas gasped violently, gritted his teeth and lowered his head further down.
It was quiet all around, not even a bird in flight.
One person and one dragon are in a paradise-like sea of clouds, and the breeze becomes gentle.
It was this sudden change in the atmosphere that made Belron increasingly uneasy.
Boom boom boom…
Suddenly, a sea of clouds surged up and down, blooming into brilliant mist.
Suddenly, Bellon's heart rang with alarm bells, and he subconsciously shouted: "Get away, Ilagas!"
In his sight, an old dragon with a fierce look bit into pieces the young dragon in one bite.
"Hiss!"
Ilagas didn't know why, and he followed the command and slid down the flank to the right.
"His-"
The next second, Vhagar plunged out of the sea of clouds, opened his bloody mouth and roared.
The ferocious dragon's kiss brushed against the young dragon's wings, and the broad dragon wings struck without any bias.
Bang--
Ilagas narrowly dodged and was hit head-on.
The body was like a kite with its string broken, spinning randomly and falling downwards.
"No no!"
Belron was dizzy, and the dragon whip was wrapped around the neck of the dragon under his crotch. He took a self-rescue strategy: "Lift your head, don't fall down!"
The shout was in High Valyrian with a mixture of "binding spells", which was already urgent.
"Hiss~~"
One of Iragas' wings was damaged, and he fell crookedly, opening his confused vertical pupils in mid-air.
Seeing the slightly rippling sea below, he suddenly felt a chill.
...
At the same time, the Stone Steps Archipelago.
Boom, boom, boom...
Wild and powerful war drums beat, and warships appeared on all sides of the Bloodstone Island.
"Grab the iron coins for me, the dead will not die!!"
On a golden squid's ramming warship, a wild young man with black hair roared at the top of his lungs, waving a round scimitar.
On his lean chest, there was dirt solidified by salt and blood stains.
Those ambitious narrow eyes foreshadowed killing and plundering.
Dozens of warships flying sea monster flags approached, and the ragged iron races all showed a sense of madness, shouting: "The dead will not die!"
"Attack!!"
Dalton Clayjoy tore his throat, full of pure desire for plunder.
...
Dorne Sea.
An old black dragon soared slowly, looking down at the sea with cold vertical pupils, as if searching for something.
Boom——
The broad wings beat the clouds and mist, and spit out dragon flames to burn the sea water.
Want to force the target of the search out through deterrence.
At this time, Soul Hill coast.
A young black and red dragon climbed onto the shore and shook off the wet salt water.
"Go, Iragas."
Belron filled a belly with sea water and reminded weakly.
A man and a dragon almost fell into the sea, but fortunately they stopped falling halfway.
In order to prevent the old dragon from waiting for an opportunity, he ordered Iragas to dive into the sea and hide from sight for a few seconds.
Then he rushed out of the sea and flew along the rainforest to the Soul Hill on the border of Dorne.
"Hiss!"
A friend in need is a friend indeed. Iragas glanced back and did not throw the little liar into the sea.
With a flap of his scarlet wings, he stumbled to Sunspear City.
"Hehe, thanks to you."
Feeling the unique hot wind of Dorne, Baeron smiled foolishly and rubbed his black scales back and forth with his hands.
Iragas was arrogant and disdained to talk to a little liar. He raised his dragon head to speed up.
If one of his wings had not been injured, he would have let the other party know what speed and passion were.
"Thank you, Iragas."
Baeron showed his true feelings and lowered his head with tears in his eyes: "If I were not the eldest son, I would definitely choose you."
He did not cry when he was assassinated in the riverland, and he did not cry when he was chased by the old dragon just now.
But facing the young dragon that he had rejected before, he could no longer hold back his accumulated pearls.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry."
Baelon took back the dragon whip and stopped forcing him by force.
He needed an adult dragon!
Not for himself, but because he didn't want to disappoint his father and family.
As the eldest son of the Targaryen family and the future heir to the Iron Throne.
He must have an advantage that overwhelms his brothers and sisters to maintain the unity, honor and disgrace of the family.
It's useless to read history books and mathematics, and it's useless to practice swordsmanship and riding skills.
Only by riding a real adult dragon can you sit firmly on the cold iron chair.
"Fly faster, Iragas."
Baelon choked up more and more as he thought about it, and just wanted to stop time at this moment.
Perhaps, only this moment is free, and he can ride whichever dragon he wants.
Instead of worrying about riding on the dragon's back and never being able to control an adult dragon again.
"Hiss!"
Iragas neighed softly, his scarlet vertical pupils softened slightly, and his flight became more stable.
As if to comfort the crying little liar on his back, he poked him with the tip of his thick tail.
"Don't make trouble~~"
Belon was sad, and casually slapped away the dragon's tail covered with scarlet dorsal fin.
Not only Iragas, but Gray Shadow and Silver Wing were also rejected by him.
Whenever he thought of deceiving the dragon's closeness, the guilt was about to overwhelm him.
He was about to become the recognized "emotional fraud" of the dragon group.
"Hiss."
Iragas rolled his eyes spiritually, and his figure rose to the sky unconsciously.
Belon did not even raise his head, fearing that the dragon under his crotch would rely on him, or throw him off in a tantrum.
"I will never ride a dragon again."
Someone secretly complained, feeling helpless about the powerful talent.
"Hiss--"
Suddenly, a loud dragon roar resounded in the sky, and a huge shadow bowed down the layers of clouds.
Vhagar's vertical pupils were filled with anger, and his throat was filled with a large ball of scorching flames.
Boom——
The dragon flames came down, and Iragas dodged in panic, almost falling into the desert with a sideways turn.
"Hold on, Iragas!"
Belron wiped his snot and tears and regained his serious face.
The ambiguous atmosphere between the man and the dragon was broken.
...
Green Blood River, lemon forest.
The fire in the distance shot up to the sky, and the rough dragon roar resounded for dozens of miles.
"Roar...?"
An old dragon lying in the bushes and dozing opened his vertical pupils and looked in confusion in the direction of the dragon roar.
Immediately, a huge dark green dragon shadow flashed by.
Hualala...
The old dragon's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and the surrounding bushes rustled, and the moss-like green scales exposed the emerald green forest.
