Chapter 637 Blood Dragon Dance
King's Landing, Throne Hall.
"You are right, but marriage requires careful consideration."
In the dim hall, Viserys sat on the Iron Throne, bargaining with several royal ministers and vassals.
"Your Majesty, Duke Leonor of Highgarden is young and promising, and he is a good match."
This is the old and frail Linman Bisbury.
Grand Bachelor Orville interrupted: "According to what you said, Count Leonor of Old Town is also very good."
"How can it be the same..."
By the flickering candlelight, the ministers argued with each other.
Viserys leaned against the Iron Throne, resting his palms on the armrests of the image of Vormithor, and closed his eyes drowsily.
He hasn't slept for three days in a row.
The ministers wanted to repeat the old way of marrying many of their grandfather Jaehaerys' children to nobles.
But Rhaegar's children were left to the two of them, and he, as a father, could not interfere.
First deceive the vassal's support, and the rest will pretend to be deaf and dumb.
As the night progressed, the old king fell asleep quietly.
The ministers are still quarreling, which is getting more and more intense.
After all, who wouldn’t want to marry a royal member into their family and acquire the noble bloodline of the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria?
"Hululu~~"
Viserys was fast asleep, snoring lightly.
until……
crackling——
There was a sudden thunder outside the window, like the sound of a silver bottle bursting.
Viserys woke up suddenly and muttered in confusion: "Water, a lot of water..."
Suddenly he woke up from his dream, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his breathing was no longer even.
It's a nightmare, a torturous and horrific scene.
Viserys looked left and right, stared at Alec, who was wearing a white robe, and asked hastily: "What time is it now?"
Alec glanced out the window with a serious expression: "It's almost bat time, and it's raining heavily in the city."
The water your Majesty was talking about in his sleep must be the sound of rain outside.
"is that so?"
Viserys turned pale and subconsciously held the thing in his hand tightly.
Stab!
The index finger of his left hand was clasped on the fangs of the dragon's head armrest, and a small cut was suddenly made.
Viserys stared at the blood-stained wound with wide eyes.
crackling——
The heavy rain became heavier and heavier, and the aroused water vapor enveloped King's Landing.
Acrylic looked out the window and closed the curtain silently: "I hope the prince is safe and sound."
The personal Iron Guard could not ride the dragon, so they could only stay in King's Landing and wait.
…
The patter...
The rain fell in torrents, and the billowing dark clouds flashed with lightning.
Storm's End, vestibule.
Aemon, wearing a red cloak, ran out of the castle in the heavy rain.
"Prince, please stay one night."
Several guards followed behind, trying to retain the prince who broke up unhappily.
"No! I can't serve Mrs. Malice."
Aemon's pace quickened, and the rain wet his golden and silver hair, making it difficult to see.
"Hiss!"
The liar crouched under the rain, waiting for the indignant driver.
Not long after one person and one dragon arrived, heavy rain began to fall in Storm's End Castle, which was always shrouded in clouds.
Things are really unpredictable.
Aemon walked closer, patted the rain-wet dark green scales with his palms, and warned in his ears: "Follow the instructions later, you are a liar."
He couldn't stay in this dirty castle for a moment.
Riding a dragon on a rainy day is somewhat risky.
"Hiss!"
The deceiver shook the dragon's head, obediently leaned over and exposed its back, signaling the driver to ride.
It is no ordinary dragon, even in the eye of the storm it can still come and go with ease.
"Well done, you liar."
Aemon took one last look at the open hall of Storm's End and gasped in disgust.
Damn old woman!
A lowly copper-smelting bitch!
He was ordered to gather a fleet to support his brother in his battle in the Summer Sea.
By the way, I'm looking for my uncle Aemond the One-Eyed.
Unexpectedly, the conversation was going well at the beginning, but his expression immediately changed when he mentioned his uncle.
After several times of urging, the other party actually made rude conditions.
Malice sat on the throne in the hall of Storm's End, spread her legs naturally, and said condescendingly: "Lift up your skirt, use your mouth to satisfy me, and the army of Stormland will be at your disposal."
"Pooh!"
Aemon was indignant and cursed: "Damn old woman, she will never miss us brothers."
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the cold and biting rain washed over my skin.
Aemon shuddered and quickly climbed onto the dragon's back. He was well prepared and said: "Let's go to the Evening Hall on Tarth Island, which will not refuse a Targaryen named Aemon."
At that time, Prince Aemon, the heir to King Renrui, was accidentally killed by Tyrosh's assassins in order to support the earl of Nass Island against the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom.
Storm's End is not far from Du Linting, where one person and one dragon can have a resting place.
"Hiss!"
The liar blinked his eyes and eagerly fluttered his wings into the sky.
As it flew, the dragon's tail, as long and slender as a scorpion's needle, buzzed and swayed, moving steadily and quickly through the rain.
…
Shipbreaker Bay, above.
Rumble——
Rolling thunder crackled, and heavy rain and fierce winds blanketed the sky and earth.
"Hiss!"
A dark green young dragon spread its wings and soared. Although its vertical pupils could not tell the direction, it still flew forward in a straight line.
"A sneeze, a sneeze~~"
Aemon sneezed hard twice, rubbed his nose uncomfortably, and couldn't help complaining: "My brother and Mekar can respond to everything at once, but how come they almost stumble when they come to me."
A shameless stinky woman who slept with her uncle Aemond the One-Eyed and still wants to get involved with him.
Simply wishful thinking.
"What do you think, you liar?"
Aemon slapped the dragon on the back and said to himself: "Isn't it unfair?"
The deceiver didn't respond. He increased his speed slightly anxiously and glanced at an area with his vertical pupils from time to time.
"What's wrong with you, you liar?"
Aemon keenly sensed something was wrong and turned around to search.
The field of view is only a few dozen meters, and visibility is even lower on cloudy days.
The billowing dark clouds are vaguely visible, and the pounding rain and surging waves fill my ears.
"Hiss!!"
The Liar suddenly tensed up, flapped its wings and flew downwards, letting out a warning roar.
Aemon's expression changed slightly, and he clenched the saddle handle with both hands.
My cheeks were covered with water stains, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or cold sweat.
The dragon's nervousness was transmitted, and his heart began to beat faster.
The deceiver almost glided along the waves, avoiding every rock and heading in the predetermined direction.
"Faster."
Aemon squinted his eyes, and the hazy outline of Nass Island appeared in his sight.
As long as you get to Mu Lin Hall, everything will be safe.
crackling——
In an instant, a bolt of red lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating the rainy night as bright as day.
Aemon turned back hastily.
"Hiss!!"
A giant light silver dragon passed through the billowing dark clouds and roared towards this side.
Ignoring the beating of the rain, Aemon's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Sea Smoke!"
Seeing clearly the true appearance of the slightly white dragon shadow, it is the smoke that wanders around the sea all year round.
Seeing this, Aemon breathed a sigh of relief and said assuredly: "It's okay, it's okay."
Haiyan has a docile temperament and will not take the initiative to attack.
The words just fell.
"Hiss... Ga..."
A thunder crackled down, accompanied by the roar of the mad beast that echoed endlessly.
"Hiss!!"
Haiyan screamed in panic, one wing was bleeding with blood, and he lowered his body and dived.
Before Aemon could react, he was stunned by the roar.
The next moment.
A jagged monster with a body as pale as marble broke through the clouds, flapped a pair of tattered and wide fleshy wings, and quickly and fiercely caught up with the injured dragon.
Click——
The pale shadow opened a stinking mouth, biting Haiyan's bleeding wings fiercely, and its sharp fangs crushed the scales and bones.
Haiyan suddenly let out a scream, his body flying and falling, but one shoulder blade was bitten tightly.
The pale shadow shook its head violently back and forth, trying to tear off the wings.
"Dragon Flame!"
At the critical moment, an orange dragon flame spurted out.
boom--
The dragon flames hit the pale shadow's dragon head, and with the help of the firelight, the terrifying appearance of the pale wild dragon was also illuminated.
A skinny body, wings covered with holes, and a ferocious mouth that is always drooling.
"Ah! What monster?"
Aemon was startled. He had never seen such a strange appearance.
Uglier than a skinny, numb sheep thief.
More sinister than a glutton with black as carbon and pale green vertical pupils.
Full of twisted absurdity.
"Hiss... Ga..."
The pale wild dragon let go of Hai Yan in pain. A pair of scarlet vertical pupils stared at the young dragon not far away, and in an instant, it spat out a mouthful of pale dragon flames like fireworks.
"Get away, you liar!"
Aemon tightened the saddle rope and subconsciously raised his hand to block it.
The deceiver was one step ahead, his scorpion-like dragon tail swayed slightly, and he leaned back to get out of the range of the pale dragon flames.
"Well done."
Eamonn's hair was messy, and when he took the time to catch a glimpse of Haiyan, who was screaming in surprise, he was a little undecided.
Haiyan's wings were injured, and if he dropped it, he would definitely not be able to escape the wild dragon's mouth.
But what if...
When the deceiver pulled away, Aemon looked at the pale wild dragon carefully, his brows forming a knot.
This wild dragon, which is suspected to be a dragon-eating species, is not small. Compared with Haiyan, it is about twice as big as the other one.
It's almost over 80 meters tall, about the same size as Silver Wing and Corak Xiu.
The strange thing is that this wild dragon exudes a sense of decay and death, and does not look like a giant dragon in its prime.
"Hiss... Ga..."
The pale wild dragon would not give anyone a chance to hesitate, roaring and charging towards the bold young dragon first.
"Remember what I said? You're a liar."
Aemon breathed heavily and secretly tightened the saddle buckle.
It is no longer a question of whether to fight or not.
But to prevent the other party from killing Hai Yan and whether he can escape revenge.
"Hiss!"
The deceiver neighed, his muscular body tensed up, and orange flames overflowed from the dragon's kiss.
Bloodline breeds don’t lie.
It is a dragon trained for fighting and is not afraid of enemies stronger than itself.
"Good boy, come with me!"
Aemon's eyes flashed, and he pulled the saddle rope to change direction.
The liar took action immediately, and his figure got into the chaotic sea fog.
boom--
Pale white dragon flames fell from the sky, chasing the fleeing man and dragon.
"Be careful, you liar."
Aemon, with his heart pounding rapidly, climbed on the silver saddle and looked around.
He remembered that there was a rocky cliff in Shipbreaker Bay that could only accommodate a young dragon to pass through.
It is not advisable to fight against the enemy, and running away can easily lead to disaster.
Neither King's Landing nor Dragonstone has enough defensive strength. Luring wild dragons back rashly will kill people.
Then find a natural barrier and use his photographic memory and talent for deception to get rid of him.
