Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 628

Chapter 628: The End of Belron's Dragon Training

Outside Sunspear City, Flowing Water Garden.

It was built by the late Prince Keolen as a summer resort for his children to enjoy.

The garden has beautiful buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, flowers and streams running side by side in the courtyard, and it is always in the warm climate of spring.

However,

“Hiss!”

A young black and red dragon fell crookedly, with a deep scratch on its chest, and hot scarlet dragon blood was shed.

Hands of wings flapped quickly, the body straightened and twisted, and it soared again close to the garden ground.

Zilala…

It's a pity that the flowers and flowing water spilled by the dragon's blood have turned into withered grass leaves and dry ravines.

“Run away, we'll be there soon!”

Berron swayed in the wind, looking behind anxiously.

On the high clouds, a huge figure followed like a shadow, its body swaying, revealing its wrinkled dark green skin.

Vhagar swooped down at low altitude, and the huge mouth of the abyss sprayed billowing dragon flames.

“Get out of the way!”

Berlon was frightened and pulled the scarlet dorsal fin aside.

Ilagas was very wise and glided sideways in cooperation, rushing out of the magnificent garden surrounded by tropical trees.

Soon, two giant dragons, one big and one small, spread their wings and flew together.

Sunspear City.

Dornish civilians gathered together in twos and threes, and suddenly noticed two giant dragons flying overhead.

　　Boom—

The giant dragon swept through the strong wind, raising and blowing sand all over the sky.

Dornish civilians lay on the ground, covering their heads with their hands.

A huge dragon flew by, and an older dragon who had just raised his head to catch up with him.

Another gust of wind and sand filled the air, blowing gravel all over my head and face.

"dragon!"

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly, alarming the people in the city.

The commoners of Dorne fled in all directions, fearful of the sudden arrival of the dragon.

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The clock tower in the city rang the bell, calling on the civilians to take shelter in their homes.

At the same moment, soldiers wearing khaki armor swarmed out and climbed onto the city wall to be on guard.

You can see that the Dornish people are frightened.

Vhagar's vertical pupils were cruel as he chased the young dragon that was only one-fifth of his own size in front of him.

Its body has been growing and is now almost 140 meters tall.

Other than the abnormally developed glutton, no dragon can compare.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas ran away, up and down to avoid the bite of the abyss.

It is still very young, only about thirty meters tall.

Putting among the young dragons born in the same batch, even Moon Dancer, Liar, and Thrax, who are a few years older, are far behind.

Putting it among the four generations of dragons, it is enough to compete with Yang Yan and Teselion.

It's a pity that the age of twenty is no match for the age of one hundred and eighty.

　　Two giant dragons crossed the desert and soon arrived at the fast-flowing Green Blood River.

Boom—

Vhagar is even more fierce when encountering water. His huge body pounces on the young dragon, looking for an opportunity to open his huge mouth.

“Hiss!”

Elagas could not dodge and spit out jet-black dragon flames to resist.

There was a loud bang and a burst of fire and black smoke.

Vhagar resisted the blow, broke through the black smoke and closed the dragon's kiss that was splashed with saliva.

Ilagas's eyes narrowed sharply, and his whole body trembled in fear.

Can't escape, it's too late.

“Ilagas!”

Berlon was shocked and took out the dragon-taming whip and was about to swing it.

At this moment, a strong wind like an overwhelming mountain struck.

Green dragon flames fell from the sky and struck Vhagar's dragon head like thunder.

For a moment, the closed giant dragon's snout stiffened, and then the young dragon that reached its mouth escaped.

“Come on, Ilagas.”

Berron's pupils were trembling wildly, and he had no time to distinguish between friend and foe.

Full of fear, Ilagas rushed into the lemon grove on the other side of the river, smashing large trees with his huge body.

Vhagar, who was attacked, burst into anger and rushed into the sky with his head raised.

Berron heard the sound and glanced, only to see a huge dragon shadow like moss.

Boom—

An old green dragon with a majestic figure, scars all over his body, and a pair of huge horns that curved backward suddenly appeared.

Old Long had a pair of sharp vertical pupils. His body rushed out from the bottom of the green blood river where duckweed leaves were piled up, and he bit the intruder's neck with a snap.

Vhagar flew in the wrong direction and immediately lost the opportunity.

The thick neck was bitten tightly, the thick wrinkled skin was pierced by the fangs, and the smelly dragon blood flowed out.

“Roar…”

At the critical moment, Vhagar made an action that was inconsistent with his bulky body. He turned over and kicked the enemy's chest with his hind feet.

Just two "bang" sounds were heard, which sounded like muffled thunder.

The old dragon's scarred chest had two more scratches that were deep enough to show the bones. He released his huge mouth and sprayed out a stream of green dragon flames.

Dragon flames sprayed into his head, and Vhagar roared in pain, and he wisely distanced himself and disappeared into the clouds.

Looking carefully, you can see that the drooping folds on the neck and the lower jaw are torn, and the bones under the flesh are faintly visible.

Hurrying to take off into the sky, a second head-on confrontation was inevitable.

The old dragon was not feeling well either. His injuries recurred again, and the hot blood infected his majestic chest.

The battles between adult dragons are not as cruel and **** as those between baby dragons or young dragons, and there are no adult dragons teasing young dragons like eagles catching chickens.

But it is often simpler and cruder.

Once they meet on a narrow road, the winner can only be determined in an instant.

Lemon grove.

Ilagas lay on the ground panting violently. The flight path across the strait was almost exhausted.

Berlon slid down the dragon's back, stroked one of the drooped wings, and softly comforted him: "Don't be afraid, we are safe for the time being."

As he spoke, he looked sideways at the green dragon shadow hovering in the sky.

The moss-colored scales all over the body are mixed with white and light yellow mottled colors, like an ancient giant beast coming out of the forest or lake.

The blood-stained chest is exceptionally majestic, no less majestic and domineering than Wormisor.

In terms of body shape alone, he is even slightly ahead of Wormisol.

“That's the three hundred-year-old dragon?”

Berron's eyes were straight as he blurted out: “Ulagas was mentioned in my father's letter.”

Different from Vhagar's senility.

The old green dragon in sight has a muscular body, a pair of broad and powerful wings with creamy yellow membranes, and his whole body is filled with an inexplicable sense of power.

Behind this sense, there is a kind of vicissitudes and simplicity hidden.

“Gulu~~”

Berron swallowed a sip of saliva and stared into the old dragon's eyes carefully.

Those amber vertical pupils are not as cruel and ferocious as the giant dragon. Instead, they are like an old man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life, sitting calmly and watching the ebb and flow of the tide.

Ulagas roared loudly, spiraling into the sky, looking for another huge old dragon.

The other party has trespassed into its territory and cannot be allowed to come and go as they please.

Boom—

The next second, the majestic orange dragon flames mixed with thick smoke fell.

Vhagar rushed out immediately, opening a huge abyssal mouth and began to bite.

Ulagas was not a vegetarian either. He used dragon flames to offset the impact and quietly left the battlefield with the help of thick smoke.

When he reappears, attack Vhagar from the flank looking for the target.

But Vaghal was worthy of having experienced hundreds of battles, and he had already expected to dodge, and stretched out a pair of dragon claws to catch the opponent's dragon claws.

　　Boom—

Two giant dragons collided, entangled at high altitude like hawks, flapping each other's wings, roaring and biting each other.

At the moment, it is difficult to tell the winner.

“Hiss!”

Suddenly, the escaping Ilagas turned back along the same path, and the ferocious dragon's kiss was filled with flames.

"Dragon Flame!" Belron shouted, waving the dragon training whip in his hand.

Ylagath lunged upwards, spraying black dragon flames towards Vhagar in a vengeful manner.

Boom—

Vhagar could not be distracted to dodge, and was hit in the middle of the head, roaring to intensify the attack.

The fight between the two giant beasts became more and more intense, and large pieces of scales and flesh fell off.

Finally, entangled and hovering in the sky, falling continuously like a compass.

Berlon did not dare to step forward and rode Ilagas up to the clouds.

Rumble —

Two giant green dragons landed at the same time, and Vhagar's heavy body crashed into the wide green blood river on both sides.

In an instant, the river stirred up wild wolves, which were as high as a dozen castles.

The second before he fell into the water, Uragas broke free from his restraints, twisted his dragon wings and slid across the river into the air.

The melee was briefly suspended.

The Green Blood River stirred up a storm, and the dragon's blood-stained river water emitted thick smoke and bubbles as if it were boiling.

Vhagar roared, and the dragon's withered head poked out of the river, and climbed up the river bank with its thick hind legs.

The patter of rain…

When the huge body was shaken off, fish, shrimps and water plants were scattered all over the ground, and they were all trampled into mud by the hind feet.

Looking at the opponent with one hind leg hanging down in the sky, Vhagar's vertical pupils flashed with a trace of hatred, and he unswervingly spread his wings and soared into the sky.

A battle of blood and fire begins again.

Mid-empty.

Seeing the two giant dragons fighting again, Bellon felt a sense of despair in his heart.

“Can't stop it, not at all.”

Ulagas did help him become Vhagar, but he also pushed Long Dou to another peak.

If one fails, the loss will be too great.

“Follow me, Ilagas!”

Watching the two giant dragons fighting and moving over Sunspear City, Baerron hurriedly rode forward.

At this moment,

There is no one in Sunspear City, and the people are all huddled in their homes.

Through the window gap blocked by wooden boards, two giant beasts can be seen fighting each other.

A giant dragon locks the opponent's wings, and a giant dragon rips the enemy's chest fiercely.

“Dragon Flame, Ilagath!”

A clear sound sounded, and a smaller black dragon flew from a distance.

Boom—

The jet-black dragon flames hit the two giant dragons, erupting into bright fireworks.

The black dragon glided cunningly at low altitude, hovering far above Sunspear City.

In this way, three giant dragons started a melee above Sunspear City.

Orange, green, and black as night dragon flames surged out, smearing the sky like splashing ink.

Sparks and dragon's blood fell on the city, immediately igniting a fire.

The garrison army wanted to stop it, so they could only draw their bows and shoot arrows, but they were far out of reach of the dragon.

In the frightened eyes of the people in the city, the melee lasted from noon to dusk.

Under the siege of the two giant dragons, Vhagar was exhausted and fell to the ground with a roar.

Because it had one wing to maintain balance, it only destroyed a large area of residential buildings and did not damage the foundation.

Ulagas looked down at his opponent, a roar rising from his chest.

How many years have passed since there has been no fighting like this.

The confrontation with the dragon-eating species does not count, one was crushed unilaterally, and the other was crushed unilaterally.

Just when Ulagas was planning to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.

“Stop the fight, Uragas!”

Berlon rode a dragon and flew high into the sky, shouting at the three hundred-year-old dragon.

Ulagas raised his eyes in confusion, his nose twitched slightly, smelling the scent of the silver-haired human who brought him to this continent.

“Roar…”

Glancing at Vhagar who was about to get up and fight again, Uragas became alert, turned around and prepared to run away.

It is also injured.

The chest was almost scratched, one hind foot was broken, and there were various bite wounds.

“Don't go, Uragas!”

Berron's heart was pounding rapidly, and an unnatural blush appeared on his fair face.

Vhagar fell, and the Dance of the Two Dragons ended.

But he still needs to tame a dragon.

Looking at Ulagas' indifferent vertical pupils, Belron slowly climbed up from the dragon's back, with a trembling voice: "Ulagas, you are a lonely wanderer, let me conquer you today!"

Having said that, he didn't have time to say goodbye to Ilagas underneath him, so he jumped down with a dragon-taming whip.

“Roaring…?”

Ulagas was stunned for a moment, staring straight at the silver-haired boy who jumped from the sky.

“Face me!”

Berron closed his eyes and shouted, throwing out the dragon training whip and wrapping it tightly around the old dragon's neck.

Choose a location in advance, and keep one person and one dragon at a straight angle to continuously close the distance.

While falling, the strong wind slapped my cheeks.

Berron opened his arms wide to welcome the dragon or death.

Suddenly, my violently beating heart was shaken, and the blood flowing in the blood vessels around my body became hot.

With a feeling of bliss, Belron opened his eyes in confusion, and a flash of green fire flashed in the depths of his purple eyes.

“Roar…”

Ulagas did not dodge and let the silver-haired boy fall on his back.

Berron fell with a thud and rolled several times to relieve his force.

Even so, the powerful impact was enough to shatter his internal organs.

But a magical scene happened.

Hula—

As soon as Belron landed on the dragon's back, wisps of green fire overflowed from the pores all over his body, and a green diamond-shaped dragon scale appeared on his forehead.

“Fly, Ulagas!”

Berlong forgot about the pain for a moment, grabbed the dragon training whip and gave the order.

　　Unexpectedly, the dark whip body was stretched straight, with traces of green fire spreading on the surface.

His bloodline has awakened.

Inherited the bloodline of the ancient Valyrian dragon king from his father, inspired by the melee of three dragons and the determination to die, his body gradually transformed into a dragonborn.

Ulagas was greatly shocked. A silver-haired figure who once flew with him in the sky appeared in his mind, and he flapped his wings subconsciously.

Looking back silently, the figures gradually overlap, but are particularly distinct.

That is just a coward in memory, leaving it behind to die in the doomsday catastrophe.

The silver-haired boy on the back is actually a warrior who wants to form a bond with it.

“Fly! Fly! Fly!”

Berron was panting like an ox, and every word he said was hot: "Ulagas, let you and I change each other's destiny!"

You are too young to support the degeneration of blood vessels.

He didn't understand what was happening.

But one thing is clear, you must tame this 300-year-old dragon before falling into coma.

Ulagath raised his head to the sky and roared, his huge body flying over Sunspear City, heading straight for the surging summer sea.

It did not refuse, hiding the emotional fluctuations deep in its heart.

As he spread his wings and soared, a reflection of the silver-haired boy flashed in his amber vertical pupils.

No matter how old the dragon is, it cannot withstand the long hours of grinding.

A qualified driver who can share the hardships of time.

At dusk, the sun sets in the west.

On the dragon's back, Belron lost his dragon-born state and lay down in a daze.

With eyes that couldn't be opened, he looked at the fiery clouds of the setting sun, and a pair of small hands caressed the rough dragon scales uncontrollably.

Cold, yet a little warm.

Berron felt sleepy and smiled foolishly: "You belong to me, just as I belong to you."

He succeeded.

From now on, this three-hundred-year-old dragon will be his partner.

(End of this chapter)

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