Game Of Thrones: I Became A Crown Prince For A Day
/ Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 493
Chapter 493: Herding Dragons—Ilagas
The fireball flies at a very fast speed.
Yinyi's search was unsuccessful, and he suddenly noticed the strong wind behind him and quickly turned around to deal with it.
Boom—
The dragon's tail swayed slightly and slowly, and its body flexibly flew upwards, avoiding the fireballs sideways.
“Hiss!”
With his vertical pupils locked on the ambush gray figure, Silver Wings was furious and chased him head-on.
A wild dragon that has just grown up dares to challenge the majesty of the giant dragon.
That ugly mud dragon didn't even dare to scream.
Silver Wings are extremely fast, like an emerald arc, spraying orange dragon flames to charge.
Gray Shadow was shocked. He didn't expect that the gap between the enemy and ourselves was so huge.
The dragon's wings flapped repeatedly, trying to hide in the clouds.
However,
Silver Wings is more familiar with the Longshan environment than it is. The dragon flames boil the continuous clouds and mist to prevent the opponent from making repeated attacks.
“Ga?”
The gray shadow is exposed in the air, and it spits fireballs out of fear.
As soon as the fireball touched the orange dragon flame, it instantly shattered into sparks.
Yinyi's eyes flashed fiercely, his dragon's snout opened wide, and he swooped down from above, intending to bite off the wild dragon's neck in one fell swoop.
The gray shadow turned around and tried to escape, but it was too late.
Watching the green dragon roaring towards me, the smelly ambergris saliva it throws out is pungent.
At this moment, a thought flashed through my over-working mind.
If you don't want to die, you must resist.
With this thought, Gray Shadow gave up running away.
Let out a sharp and harsh roar, and spit out a three-meter-diameter dragon flame fireball.
At the critical moment, a high-pitched roar like rolling thunder came from the cave, and a stream of green dragon flame poured out.
Gray Shadow felt a chill on his back and subconsciously lowered his head and shrank his neck.
Smoke-like green fire streaked across the top of the head and hit the silver wings that were coming towards me.
Boom!
Yinyi couldn't dodge in time and bumped into the green dragon flames, and was forced back by the strong impact.
The gray shadow was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at the cave.
“Glutton, fly.”
A silver-haired figure rides a giant dragon and looks at the sky calmly.
“Gah!”
The gray shadow's vertical pupils showed surprise, and he shook off the silver wings that were fluttering against the dragon flames, and rushed to the surroundings of the cave.
Lega raised his dragon-taming whip and smiled faintly: "Gray Shadow, have you become bolder?"
Gray Shadow Quan should be praising him, he was as cheerful as a silly roe deer.
Rhaegar's smile grew brighter, and he slapped the glutton on the back with a whip, and taught him a lesson: "Don't block the entrance to the cave."
The glutton shook his head and growled, his green vertical eyes full of reluctance, and he was extremely afraid of the dragon-taming whip.
The gray shadow was stunned for a moment, noticing Rega's appearance at this moment.
Silver hair hangs down from his shoulders, his face turns pale at some point, and traces of black fire emanate from the corners of his eyes.
It actually exudes a sense of belonging that is connected by blood.
Rhaegar flipped up his long hair, revealing dragon scales and horns on his forehead.
The weird posture and the curved corners of the mouth combine to create a sickly sense of nobility.
Look closely at the gray shadow without waiting.
The glutton stepped out of the cave, jumped down with his huge body, and flew high with wings.
Yinyi saw it and quickly stayed away.
The glutton did not pursue him, but just walked back and forth in front of the cave.
Rhaegar looked down from a high position, and the dragon-training whip made a crisp sound in the air, and said in a tone that could not be refused: "Let's go!"
"Roar!"
A weak growl came from the cave.
The rock wall on the roof of the cave rubs back and forth, falling sharp gravels, and the stone chips are sprinkled with a rustling sound.
A bronze dragon head with a ferocious horn and crown poked out, its vertical pupils were aggrieved and mixed with a hint of dissatisfaction, looking at the dragon driver in mid-air.
Crack!
Without saying a word, Rhaegar whipped his whip in the air and said seriously: "Follow the order, Wormisor!"
Hearing the crisp sound of the whip being drawn out, Wormisor opened the dragon's kiss with intertwined fangs and reluctantly stepped out of the cave.
With its wings flapping against the strong wind, the giant bronze beast climbed high into the sky, looking for a mate and flying together.
Rega's face was cold, and the corners of his lips were secretly raised.
The binding spell + dragon training whip, the effect is really outstanding.
With a few whips, the two adult dragons fighting each other lost their temper and settled into a truce.
Especially Wormisole.
This guy is known as the "Rage of Bronze", and he goes on a rampage when he is angry.
Rhaegar comforted him with physical force, and then turned the bronze anger into a bronze one.
Although there is a suspicion of resorting to external forces, he has overcome his irritable nature.
The glutton stared at the two companion dragons with disdain and roared in demonstration.
Had it not been for the driver to stop it, only one dragon was allowed on Dragonstone.
Crack!
The dragon-taming whip struck the pitch-black scales as fast as lightning, and the sound was particularly crisp.
The glutton growls in pain, but the boss in his vertical pupils is reluctant.
Rhaegar's face was as cold as ice and he said sternly: "You are poaching the dragons on Dragonstone Island again!"
Had he not arrived in time, the young dragon would not have survived.
The glutton was very angry and turned to glare at the driver.
As if to say: "That's a wild dragon, not a dragon native to Dragonstone."
Crack!
The dragon-taming whip was whipped again, and Rhaegar had a tough attitude: "It belongs to Dragonstone, not the wild dragon!"
The young dragon flew to Dragonstone, the Targaryen dragon.
This is an eternal truth.
The glutton was beaten one after another, his brain filled with rage, and he yelled and cursed.
If you don't do it as promised, you don't keep your word.
The relationship between one person and one dragon, which lasted for more than ten years, ushered in the first emotional crisis.
“You just deserve to be beaten!”
The black fire in the corners of Rhaegar's eyes became more intense, and he swung his dragon-taming whip one after another.
The glutton was furious, carrying the driver high into the sky and diving into the ups and downs of the clouds.
Wormisor and Silver Wings:…
The companion dragon hid behind Dragon Mountain and watched the eating dragon go crazy on the spot.
“Gluttony, have you reached the stage of rebellion?”
Rhaegar was not chained, but held on to the handle to keep it steady, and still did not forget to throw out the dragon-taming whip.
One person and one dragon have the same mind, and each understands the other's thoughts.
When the glutton developed a desire to hunt the young dragon, Rhaegar knew what it was going to do.
The dragon has wisdom that is not inferior to that of ordinary people, so it is naturally not a cookie-cutter beast.
Each giant dragon has a unique nature.
Gray Shadow's nature is timid and shy.
Wormisor's nature is irritable and out of control.
Cannibalism is the nature of gluttons.
When he was young, Viserys had separate conversations with Rhaenyra and Rhaegar. “The fact that Targaryen can control dragons is a lofty illusion.”
“The dragon's nature is chaotic and disorderly.”
“Make good use of the dragon, don't use the dragon.”
Rhaegar kept it in mind and finally understood the theory of "dragon's nature" today.
The Targaryen bond with dragons allows them to control dragons.
But the dragon is driven by its nature and will disobey the driver's instructions under certain circumstances.
For example, the special relationship between the sheep thief and Aemond.
Aemond told him to go east, but the sheep thief wanted to go west.
To the west there may be sheep, or simply teasing the driver.
The glutton ignores it and flies up and down the clouds to fight against the driver.
Eating dragons is an innate nature that is inherent in one's bones and is indelible.
Rhaegar was not angry, but laughed out loud: "Good fellow, let's compete."
Everything seems to go back to eleven years ago, when one person and one dragon met for the first time.
The glutton flies hard, Rhaegar holds on tight.
One person and one dragon began to compete.
Rega's purpose is very clear, to smooth out the wildness of gluttons.
It is instinct to eat dragons, but you must learn to exercise restraint.
Held the dragon-taming whip and knowing the binding spell, Rhaegar was confident that he could do it.
Crack!
The long whip is flying, lashing the pitch-black scales from time to time.
With each whipping, the glutton roared loudly, and the resistance became more fierce.
Rhaegar still refused to let go and continued the war between man and dragon patiently.
He never saw himself as the master of gluttons.
Glutton is his companion, just like the harmonious bond recorded in the Dragon King's family biography.
but!
There is no distinction between master and servant, there must be a distinction between priority and inferiority.
As the driver, Rhaegar wants to take the initiative in this relationship.
The glutton must obey his orders.
Like breaking the agreement and hunting baby dragons privately, it has already violated the bottom line.
Rhaegar punished him severely and corrected his bad habits.
In the blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed.
The glutton gasped for air, his flight speed slowed down greatly and gradually became stable.
It still failed to throw off the driver.
Just like eleven years ago, like a stubborn dog skin plaster.
Rhaegar suppressed his smile, gently tapped the dragon's back with his dragon training whip, and gasped slightly: "Man, you can't refuse me."
From the first time he rode on the dragon's back, the glutton was destined to be ridden by him for the rest of his life.
"Roar…"
Gluttony roared and landed on Longshan.
“Hiss?”
In the cave halfway up the mountain, the young black and red dragon cautiously got out and looked at the situation outside.
The gray shadow flew over quietly and lay on the top of the cave, observing the young dragon from top to bottom.
In terms of concealment ability, no dragon can match it.
It's all about survival!
At the top of Longshan Mountain.
The glutton lay on the ground, his breathing hot and raging, hitting the dark rocks.
Rhaegar faded away from his dragon-born state, smoothed his messy hair, and silently looked at the Vermithor and Silver Wings hovering in the sky.
This pair of companion dragons hide in Dragonstone Island all year round, and their combined combat power cannot be underestimated.
Due to various reasons.
The glutton has a bad relationship with the old couple, and they have often had conflicts in recent years.
There is no way, Dragonstone Island is so big.
A dragon mountain cannot accommodate three adult dragons.
Even the oldest Vhagar has migrated out of Dragonstone Island and is active on Tidehead Island and the Throat area all year round.
“If you have a dragon horn, can you command the dragons?”
Rhaegar thought about it and raised his dragon-taming whip to look at it silently.
Dragon training props are very useful, as everyone with real experience knows.
“Recall that the dragon kings who first tamed Ancient Valyria were just a group of shepherds on the peninsula.”
Rhaegar looked at the whip in his hand and thought about it.
Crack!
The whip made a crisp sound, and Rhaegar smiled brightly: "Glutton, fly!"
The glutton didn't know why, but still obeyed the instructions, propped up his body with his wings and jumped off the peak.
Under Rhaegar's command, one man and one dragon approached the "old couple" in mid-air.
Crackling!
The dragon-taming whip was whipped, some of it was thrown on the dragon, and some of it was in the air.
Rhaegar changed his face, like a shepherd, and shouted: "Move!"
"Roar!"
Wormisor growled unconvinced, and Silver Wing was whipped.
The two giant dragons were very agitated and could not bear the dual threats of dragon-taming whips and dragon-eating species, so they spread their wings and flew obediently.
The glutton is in front, and the two giant dragons are some distance behind, entangled with each other.
Rhaegar never tired of this. He rode the dragon and slid halfway up the mountain. He whipped his whip in front of the cave and gave the order: "Let's go together!"
“Hiss!”
The gray shadow was startled.
Just now I saw three giant dragons being whipped, and they followed them very obediently.
With that look, one could tell he was afraid of being whipped.
“Ga?”
The black and red young dragon tilted its head and hesitated.
Rhaegar glanced at it, turned his hand and whipped out the free pay, and said in shock: "Follow the order!"
The black and red baby dragon trembled with fright and hurriedly jumped out of the cave, flapping its blood-red wings to follow.
Rhaegar finally had a chance to take a good look at the appearance of the wild young dragon, and asked in surprise: "Balerion?"
The appearance of these black scales and red wing membranes is simply a replica of Balerion.
“Well, from now on I will be a Targaryen dragon, I'll give you a resounding name.”
Rhaegar's eyes shone, he pointed his dragon-taming whip at the baby dragon, and decided in one breath: "I was almost eaten by Silver Wings. I also have a pair of scarlet wings. Let's call him Ilagas."
“Nickname—Blood Wing!”
Ilagas tilted his head and followed the gray shadow obediently.
Can't understand, can't understand at all.
It is just a young dragon that has just hatched.
Although the body shape is not bad, it just grows fast.
Rhaegar was satisfied and drove several dragons and young dragons soaring into the sky.
Balerion is too special.
It is enough that Targaryen has a dragon named "Balerion".
Ylagath is the name of the ancient Valyrian god, whose duty is to welcome death and control the gates of hell.
Belongs to the **** of death, Balerion's fellow deity, and is also a lower-level priest.
What better way to give this black and red baby dragon.
(End of this chapter)
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