Chapter 95 The Name of the Dragon: Galesos

The fire burned all night long until daybreak.

When Earl Weiman opened the door extremely nervously and panting, he was immediately taken back two steps by the thick smoke.

His eyes were all black and gray, his nose was full of ashes, and his originally nervous heart was now even more elevated.

However, when he saw clearly the gray-black human body lying on the ground among the ashes of the fire, and the blue-gold creature entrenched on the human body's chest, his steps suddenly froze in mid-air.

Awakened by the light and sound, the newborn blue-gold creature opened its golden eyes and looked at the stranger who entered the room. The next moment, feeling the danger, it opened its lake-blue wings with golden stripes. It made its first roar when it came into this world!

dragon! This is the dragon!

Although the life in front of me is young, it is like a creature created by the gods. It is the dragon that has disappeared from Westeros for hundreds of years.

Although the voice of the young dragon was very small, Count Weiman subconsciously retracted his steps. At the same time, an unspeakable surprise exploded in the old man's chest.

His grandson, he succeeded!

The blue-gold dragon struggled to open its wings, its small mouth opened, and its tiny teeth stood upright.

It is very aware of the size gap between itself and the person in front of it, but in order to protect its owner, it works hard to intimidate.

Earl Weiman felt that something was a bit tricky.

Let alone him, no one in the world has any experience in communicating with dragons. Faced with a young dragon that looked like a protector, the old man didn't know what to do for a long time.

At this moment, he heard his grandson coughing violently:

"Cough cough cough..."

Clay was stunned not by the fire, but by the thick smoke. He really didn't expect that even if all four windows on the top of the circular tower were opened, the smoke concentration in the room would still be shockingly high.

Originally, he lost too much blood, coupled with the crazy output of magic power, even with the strong cardiopulmonary function of the demon hunter, he finally fainted.

Until this morning, when the smoke density dropped, he was recovering. Although he still didn't wake up, that was because his body needed to recover.

The sound of the old man's footsteps and the roar of the young dragon woke him up from his deep sleep. He felt that his nasal cavity was almost filled with dust, and he began to cough violently.

The young dragon coiled on Clay's chest suddenly felt the master beneath him shaking violently. The dragon's head immediately turned around, staring at Clay with a pair of confused eyes.

After coughing for a while, his breathing became clearer. Clay wiped the ashes from his face and finally opened his eyes. Then, he was stunned.

A pair of big eyes were looking at each other with a pair of small golden eyes. He seemed to be able to vaguely feel the other person's thoughts:

"Are you awake?"

After staring for half a minute, Clay's downed brain finally came back online. He sat up in surprise, picked up the baby dragon from his body, and held it in his palms.

This is my dragon!

Clay looked at the little dragon in front of him carefully, not missing any detail. What a perfect creation. The fine blue scales covered the dragon's body, and the golden patterns connected every bone protrusion. The slender neck was like It is a flexible snake.

"Uh...Clay."

Earl Weiman gave a gentle reminder to express his presence.

The moment he saw the dragon, all his heart was in his stomach. At the same time, the hot feeling in his heart could no longer be suppressed. This was a dragon!

Regardless of its actual significance on the battlefield, in politics, the Targaryen family represented by the dragon has only been destroyed for more than ten years, and the dragon is the true king. This has been the unspoken rule of Westeros for the past three hundred years.

Hearing Earl Wyman's voice, the little dragon instantly jumped from Clay's palm, fluttered its wings and jumped onto his shoulder. The dragon's tail wrapped around Clay's neck, and its small mouth roared a warning towards the old man.

Clay was a little strange. He seemed to be able to feel the dragon's thoughts slightly. He raised his hand, tried to touch the dragon's back gently, and explained in a low voice:

"It's okay, he is my grandfather, and he is with us."

This was what Clay said to his dragon, and the old man twitched his lips.

Miraculously, Xiaolong seemed to be able to understand Clay's words. He made a purring sound in his throat, lay on Clay's shoulder, and curled up into a small ball.

Clay comforted it and finally turned his attention to his old man.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other for a long time. Finally, they both smiled at the same time. Then, the smile began to widen and eventually turned into a loud laugh.

dragon! No amount of words can describe the mood of the two of them at this time. The Manderly family, together with the Targaryen family in history, will become the Dragon King family closest to the gods.

When the dragon flaps its wings, the Lannister will be waiting to be turned into very cooked meat and presented to the Seven Gods as tribute.

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"Grandpa, has Father already gone to war?"

The bald-headed Clay is currently staying in the old man's study. No one knows he is here.

After stopping the old man's attempt to give Xiaolong a taste of Qingting Island's fine wine, Clay rubbed his forehead with a headache and asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment.

What made Clay most speechless was that Xiaolong sniffed and looked back at him. In that look, Clay felt that it was a feeling of resentment after he had prevented it from doing something good.

For some reason, Clay had a picture in his mind. One day in the future, he would go to see the dragon he raised. Instead of bringing a lot of meat, he would bring several barrels of fine wine.

The dragon's mouth bit the edge of the barrel, stretched its neck, and the barrel of wine disappeared. Then, the big blue-gold guy glanced at himself with satisfaction. The meaning was obvious: Master, you understand me!

Quickly shaking this horrific scene out of his head, Clay heard the old man's answer:

"Yes, they set sail last evening. If the wind is favorable, they should be nearby tonight. They will take advantage of the darkness and launch a sudden attack. If done well, the battle will be over in a few hours."

Hearing these words, Clay felt slightly relieved. The White Harbor Fleet was overwhelmingly powerful against the Three Sisters Islands. With twenty warships and enough soldiers to launch a night attack, there was no possibility of losing. of.

Xiaolong was like a curious baby. At this time, he no longer bared his teeth at the old man. He was jumping around on the table, looking at everything that was new to him.

Knowing very well that dragons eat cooked meat, Clay cut a piece of steak directly from the old man. The little guy who was just a day old had already eaten it and his eyes were filled with tears.

Frowning and staring at the energetic little dragon, Count Weiman asked his grandson:

"Boy, have you decided what to name it?"

The old man had some doubts about his grandson's ability to name him. If he couldn't hear a domineering name similar to Balerion, he was ready to grab the naming rights himself.

But Clay has already thought about this issue.

"Its name is: Galesos!"

By the way, this name is named after the famous ancient Valyrian god. It is in the same category as Balerion, Meraxes and Vhagar. The name Gaelithox represents God of fire, stars, moon, sun and dawn, at least, is more literate than the name Daenerys gave (cross out) and sounds much better, right (akimbo)!