Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Belron's Dragon Training “Part Two”

“Follow me, Ilagas!”

The young man's shout echoed over Dragonstone, 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 old 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. The dragon's head was turned away and hit in the head. A black smoke filled with sparks came out of the thick wrinkled skin.

The series of little tricks completely angered the founder of the country who was on the verge of going berserk.

Vhagar roared like thunder, and his broad, hole-filled wings enveloped the young dragon.

Berron saw it clearly and immediately ordered: "Start towards the throat, quickly!"

The furious old dragon is unstoppable.

He must find a way to not only control the ownerless old dragon, but also tame a qualified dragon.

“It's nothing more than picking chestnuts from the fire.”

Berron's heart skipped a beat, and he was already determined to succeed or succeed.

He can 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 the north and south will wash away the shame of being dragonless.

“Speed up, Ilagas!”

One man and one dragon flew across the Blackwater Bay, passing by the Chaotou Island where ships came and went, and rushed out of the natural channel in one fell swoop.

Boom—

Vhagar pursued in hot pursuit, 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 deep in his throat.

When it flew over Chaotou Island, the familiar fishermen's eyes widened, thinking that Miss Lanner was back.

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.

Berron held on to his scarlet dorsal fin and pushed forward against the strong wind and pouring rain.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas's figure is bent 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.

Berlon lay tightly on the dragon's back, wiped away the rainwater flowing in his eyes, and encouraged: "Work harder, we are almost there."

He is going to find the three hundred year old dragon.

Since a young dragon cannot fight against Vhagar, find an ancient beast that is older than it.

“Hiss!”

A hint of reluctance flashed through Ilagas's scarlet vertical pupils, and he roared and beat his wings faster.

It is not what you want to provoke the old dragon.

He also has to carry a little liar who doesn't know what's good and bad, and he's been miserable for eight lifetimes.

“Thank you, Ilagas.”

Berlon thanked him sincerely and shook the dragon-taming whip nonchalantly in his hand.

Ilagas turned cold-eyed for a moment and rushed towards the Broken Islands, which he had never been to before.

It seems like a century has passed in an instant.

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.

Berron 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 huge dragon with a strong body, good at speed and explosive power, and is naturally a good material for dragon fighting.

However, the physical exertion of traveling a long distance is too great, and it has exceeded the physical fitness of an ordinary young dragon.

“Don't relax, Ilagas.”

Berlon 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.

Being known as the "God of War" in ancient Valyria, he killed too many enemies who were taken lightly in his life.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas panted 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 is this sudden change in the atmosphere that makes Belron increasingly uneasy.

Boom, boom, boom…

Suddenly, a sea of clouds rolled up and down, blooming into brilliant mist.

In an instant, 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 instruction and slid his flank to the right.

The next second, Vhagar plunged out of the sea of clouds, opened his **** 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.

His body was like a kite with its string broken, spinning randomly and falling downwards.

“No no!”

Berron was dizzy, and the dragon training whip was wrapped around the neck of the dragon under his crotch, and he adopted a self-rescue strategy: "Lift your head, don't fall!"

　　The cry was in High Valyrian, mixed with "Binding Charm", which was already an emergency.　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　ification

One of Ilagas' wings was damaged and fell crookedly. He opened his confused vertical pupils in mid-air.

Seeing the slightly rippling sea below, I suddenly felt a sense of horror.

At the same time, the Stone Steps Islands.

Dong dong dong…

Wild and powerful war drums beat, and warships appeared in all directions of Bloodstone Island.

“Give me the iron money, and the dead will not die!”

On a golden squid horned warship, a wild young man with black hair roared at the top of his lungs and brandished a round scimitar.

His lean chest was covered with dirt solidified by salt and blood.

Those ambitious and narrow eyes indicate killing and plundering.

Dozens of warships flying sea monster flags approached, and the ragged iron warriors all exuded a sense of madness, shouting: "The dead will never die!"

“Attack!”

Dalton Clayjoy's throat was broken with pure desire to plunder.

Sea of Dorne.

An ink-colored old dragon soared slowly, its indifferent eyes staring at the sea, as if searching for something.

Boom—

The broad wings scattered the clouds and mist, and spit out dragon flames to burn the sea water.

I want to use deterrence to force the target of the search out.

At this time, Hunqiu is along the coast.

A young black and red dragon climbed onto the shore and shook off the wet salt water.

“Come on, Ilagas.”

Berron drank a gulp of sea water and gave a feeble reminder.

One person and one dragon almost fell into the sea, but thanks to the falling trend, they were stopped midway.

Otherwise the old dragon waited and ordered Ilagas to get into the sea and briefly hide from sight for a few seconds.

Then he rushed out of the sea and flew along the rainforest to the Soul Mound on the border of Dorne.

“Hiss!”

A friend in need is a friend indeed. Ilagas glanced back and did not throw the little liar into the sea.

Fluttering his scarlet wings, he stumbled towards Sunspear City.

“Hey, thanks to you.”

Feeling the unique hot wind in the Dorne Territory, Belron giggled, holding his hands around the pitch-black scales and rubbing them back and forth.

Ilagas has an arrogant temperament and disdains talking to a little liar. He raises his head and speeds up.

If one wing is not injured, the other party must know what speed and passion is.

“Thank you, Ilagas.”

Berron 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 didn't cry when he was assassinated in the Riverlands, and he didn't cry when he was chased by the old dragon just now.

Faced with the young dragon that he had rejected, he could no longer hold back the little pearls he had saved.

“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.”

Berlon took back the dragon-taming whip and no longer used force to force him.

He needs an adult dragon!

Not for myself, but because I don't want to disappoint my father and family.

As the eldest son of the Targaryen family, he is the future heir to the Iron Throne.

He must have an advantage over his brothers and sisters in order to maintain the unity, honor and disgrace of the family.

It is useless to read many history books and math skills, and it is useless to practice **** swordsmanship and riding.

Only by riding a real adult dragon can you sit firmly on that cold iron chair.

“Fly quickly, Ilagas.”

Berron choked up more and more as he thought about it. He just wanted to stop time at this moment.

Perhaps, this is the only moment of freedom where I can ride any dragon I want.

Rather than worrying about riding on the back of a dragon, you will no longer be able to control an adult dragon.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas neighed softly, his scarlet vertical pupils softened slightly, and his flight became more stable.

Seemingly to appease the little liar who was crying with snot on his back, he poked him with the tip of his thick tail.

“Don't make trouble~~”

Berron was feeling sad and casually slapped away the dragon's tail covered by the scarlet dorsal fin.

Not only Ilagas, but Gray Shadow and Silver Wing were also rejected by him.

Every time he thought about deceiving the dragon, he almost felt overwhelmed by guilt.

He has almost become a recognized "emotional fraud" among the dragons.

“Hiss.”

Ilagas rolled his eyes spiritually, and his figure unconsciously rose into the sky.

Berron didn't even raise his head, for fear that the giant dragon under his crotch would rely on him, or lose his temper and throw him down.

“I will never ride a dragon again.”

Someone secretly complained that he was helpless with the powerful talent.

Suddenly, the sky resounded with the loud roar of a dragon, and huge shadows loomed over the layers of clouds and mist.

Vhagar's vertical pupils contained anger, and his throat was filled with a large ball of scorching flames.

Boom—

The dragon flames descended, and Ilagas fled in panic, turning sideways and almost falling into the desert.

“Hold on, Ilagas!”

Berron wiped away his tears and regained his serious expression.

The ambiguous atmosphere between one person and one dragon was broken.

Beside the Green Blood River, lemon grove.

The fire in the distance soared into the sky, and the rough roar of the dragon echoed for dozens of miles around.

　　　“Roar…?”

An old dragon lying down in the bushes and taking a nap opened his vertical pupils and looked in the direction of the dragon's roar in confusion.

Soon, the huge dark green dragon shadow flashed past.

The old dragon's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, the surrounding bushes rustled, and the moss-like green scales exposed the green woods.

(End of this chapter)

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