Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 629

Chapter 629 The Second Generation of Dragon Shepherds

I don't know how long it took, but the sky gradually became dark.

Ulagath soared eastward, across the sea from Sunspear and into the confines of the Broken Isles.

The old dragon glanced back from time to time and flapped his wings slowly and steadily.

Even though he was seriously injured, he still tried his best to take care of the young driver.

Compared with the grumpy old woman, Vhagar looks like an elegant lady who has frozen her age.

Rumble —

Suddenly, golden fire erupted in the distance, and thick smoke billowed out from a large area.

　　There was a vague noise of shouting, fighting and killing.

Ulagas's eyes were indifferent, he circled in a circle, then turned back to the lemon grove where he lived temporarily.

The old dragon and the young dragon who broke in without permission are still in the territory and have no time to watch the fun.

Thinking like this, Sunspear City appeared at the end of the sea level again.

“Hmm~~”

Berron gradually woke up from his drowsiness and opened his eyes in confusion.

Looking around, there are moss-like dark green scales under the body, and a pair of wide wings with creamy yellow membranes far apart on both sides.

“Ulagas, is that you?”

Berlon shook his head and climbed up from the back of the flat dragon.

“Roar…”

Ulagas turned his pupils in response to the young master's inquiry.

It is very docile and answers all questions.

“Haha, I'm confused.”

Berlon smiled and stroked the rough scales under his body.

Old dragons are a special breed. They are slow to grow even in their old age. They are still at their peak at the age of three hundred years.

His whole body is covered with scars, and it can be seen that he has experienced countless hardships.

“You have no saddle and no dorsal fin.”

Berlon, who was riding a dragon for the first time, was a curious baby, observing the old dragon like a treasure.

The tattered saddle has long been worn away by the old dragon, making it much more difficult for the driver.

Rumble —

One man and one dragon were in the running-in period. The Broken Islands in the distance roared, and the fire and smoke were clearly visible under the dim sky.

“What happened?”

Berron looked in surprise.

“Roar…”

Ulagas didn't want to pay attention, and the huge figure flew back to Sunspear City, attracting the attention of the other two dragons.

“Hiss!”

Ilagas's scarlet vertical pupils were glowing, and he shot up into the sky like arrows, surrounding the old dragon who was fighting side by side.

Berlon smiled happily: "I succeeded, Ilagas."

As he spoke, he waved his arms cheerfully, as if he was asking a friend to play together.

Ilagas proudly turned his head away and hid his figure under the red fire cloud.

Vhagar flicked the dragon's head a few times, and the huge old body slowly climbed up, its ferocious aura only increasing.

The average lifespan of a dragon is two hundred years.

As a 181-year-old dragon, physical aging is inevitable, but it does not mean that his combat power is weakened.

It is often in the twilight years of dragons that they can unleash amazing potential that has never been seen in this life.

“Stop the fight, Vhagar!”

Berron looked solemn and uttered the dragon taming words: "Don't sacrifice in vain."

Vhagar is a member of House Targaryen and one of the most important founding dragons.

Fighting fearlessly will only increase casualties and will not alleviate the pain of inner trauma.

As an old dragon who has experienced three controllers in his life, Vhagar has rich experience that is beyond ordinary dragons.

This experience will turn into a haze that cannot be escaped when every driver dies.

Vhagar is too old.

Too much has been lost.

“Roar!”

Vhagar looked up and saw that the drooping folds of flesh on his lower jaw were bleeding profusely, and he was surprisingly quiet.

After a great battle, the depression in my heart dissipated.

At this moment, I can finally hear the sounds of the outside world.

Seeing this, Belron smiled in relief, leaned over and stroked the rough scales.

What else is there to be dissatisfied about?

The sun gradually sets, and thick smoke from the sea covers the sky.

Berron was in a daze, his chaotic thoughts suddenly cleared up, and he asked suspiciously: "Is that the Stone Step Islands?"

At this thought, my body sat up like a conditioned reflex.

“Follow me quickly, Uragas!”

Berlon looked anxious, bending the dragon-taming whip to tap the thick scales.

Without the use of fire magic in the blood, dragon training items will not be effective.

Ordinary knocking can better command the dragon.

Ulagas's vertical pupils were calm and calm, he naturally turned around and roared across the rough sea.

Since it reached its peak, it has never been bullied except for being defeated at the hands of that dark and cunning dragon-eating dragon.

The driver gives the order, then go and have a look.

“Hiss!”

A black dragon head poked out of the clouds, with complex scarlet vertical pupils.

Looking down at the grumpy old dragon below, only the dilapidated wounds were left, and the huge body had long since disappeared.

Stone Step Islands.

“Attack, shoot down that golden dragon!”

Dalton Greyjoy looked crazy and personally controlled a scorpion crossbow to aim at the dragon.

Dozens of Iron Islands warships attacked Bloodstone Island, quickly defeated the weak patrol fleet, rushed to the dock where the caravans came and went, and looted it.

“Hiss!”

A huge golden dragon darted from left to right, dodging dozens of scorpion crossbows while burning nearby warships.

“Attack, Yang Yan!”

Aegon had a scowl on his face, wearing black steel armor and riding a dragon, speaking the Common Tongue eagerly.

He is the prince of the Stone Step Islands and concurrently serves as the governor of the Straits.

Looking at the iron people below who were burning, killing and plundering, my heart ached and my heart was bleeding.

“Damn Ironborn!”

Aegon gritted his teeth and said indignantly: "I only pick soft persimmons, but if I have the guts, I can attack King's Landing."

　　咻! call out!

Several fine steel spears flew, grazing Yang Yan's neck.

Yang Yan relied on his slender neck to dodge flexibly, and let out sharp explosions of shock and anger. “Hurry, burn them all!”

Aegon momentarily forgot the words to tame the dragon, and slapped the dragon's back to urge the attack.

“Hiss!”

Yang Yan was extremely smart. He leaned forward and rushed towards the golden squid-colliding battleship, spraying out golden dragon flames from a distance to clear the way.

The fine steel spear flying towards the target was reddened and softened, and it was ineffective when it hit the golden scales.

Boom—

The dragon flames smashed into the battleship, spreading rapidly like a drop of ink in a pool of water.

With countless screams, the entire battleship turned into a candle on the sea.

“Is he dead?”

Aegon was greatly inspired to search for the red sea monster commanding the Iron Islands fleet.

“Shoot him down!”

Suddenly, a black-haired figure climbed onto another battleship, shouting and commanding a volley of scorpion crossbows.

Hush!

More than a dozen fine steel spears were fast and fierce, heading straight towards the young dragon who was surrounded by the deep.

Yang Yan's slender body jumped upwards, dodging most of the arrows and spears.

Poof!

Just as he was about to get out of trouble, a fine steel spear flew from the darkness and penetrated the pale pink wing membrane on one side.

Soon, more steel spears came overwhelmingly.

Yang Yan tried his best to adjust his body shape, but he still couldn't help being hit, and his whole body was dripping with blood.

By accident, a spear flew past the strong chest, breaking large pieces of scales and flesh.

“Hiss!”

Yang Yan screamed, and it was too late to fly high again, falling like a kite with its string cut off.

“Haha, well done!”

The red sea monster laughed and grabbed a scorpion crossbow, preparing to slay the dragon with his own hands.

He formed an alliance with the Three Cities Alliance and obtained a large amount of money, excellent warships, and scorpion crossbows.

As long as you capture the Stone Step Islands, you can earn more rewards.

Anyway, the Iron Islands are also destroyed. When the time comes, he will take the money and run to the mainland of Essos, where he will still be the notorious King Dalton.

“No no!”

Compared with the excited red sea monster, Aegon, who was constantly falling, almost collapsed.

He hasn't fought a serious war for a long time, and he doesn't know how to deal with the unfamiliar dragon control skills.

Looking at it, he is about to become the second member of the family to fall under the scorpion crossbow.

The defeat of one's own side and the rampant laughter of the enemy.

Scenes seem to flash before our eyes, like a slideshow before the end of life.

A majestic dragon with moss-colored scales rushed out boldly, spitting green dragon flames like splashing ink from its mouth, melting the fine steel spears all over the sky in an instant.

Rumble —

The huge body is like a meteor, breaking through the air resistance and making an explosive roar.

The dragon's vertical pupils showed a ferocious color, and its tail swept across during a low-altitude dive, knocking over several warships in one fell swoop.

“Hiss! Hiss!”

Yang Yan screamed and twisted, turning his body over the moment before falling into the water, and faced the sky again in a shocking and dangerous way.

Aegon's face was dull, and he was almost scared to death.

At this moment, a familiar cry came from my ears: "Dragon Flame, Ilagas!"

Ilagas, who was crossing the battlefield, flew high upon hearing the sound, and the dragon flames dyed the main sea area into a dizzying green, as if a lemon grove was planted on the sea.

Berlon looked angry, lying on the back of the dragon and looking at the ships.

He knew that the Stepped Stone Islands were in danger.

　　　He is still a damned iron type. It's true that we are enemies on a narrow road.

Feeling the strong wind blowing on his face, Aegon gradually woke up, saw his eldest nephew riding a dragon, and murmured: "Thank the gods."

The words just fell.

“Hiss…”

Two giant dragons, one green and one black, passed through the thick smoke and rushed over the fleet of the Iron Islands, spitting out scorching and fierce dragon flames.

“Follow me!”

Berron shouted loudly and ordered the dragons to attack as expected.

Whagar ignored his injuries, his body swayed in the air, like an insurmountable giant mountain.

Ilagas has an agile figure, hanging tightly behind the two old dragons, spitting out explosive dragon flames.

The coordination of the three giant dragons is a little unfamiliar, but the effect is devastating.

Aegon was in a daze. When he saw Wulong's nephew suddenly commanding three giant dragons, he was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

He looked at Yang Yan, who was injured and screaming, and then at the three giant dragons dancing wildly across from him.

For a fragile heart that is accustomed to being broken, it causes an indescribable blow.

“Dragon flames, burn them all!”

Berlon only knew that he had saved his silly uncle, wielded the dragon-taming whip and pursued the victory.

Transformed into the dragon-born state, holding the dragon-taming whip, he already has the capital to herd the dragon.

But the other two dragons did spontaneously follow.

Vhagar arrived first, just to vent his anger.

Ilagas followed him and launched the attack with ease.

After the little liar apologized, the cautious Zilong silently forgave the other person.

Even if a bond cannot be established, the deep friendship of sharing weal and woe is still willing to help a small favor.

Just like that hopeless and extremely timid gray dragon.

Ulagas was slightly injured and became the main force in the naval battle of the Stepped Islands, burning more than 20 warships in one dragon.

As the night gradually falls, dozens of candles on the sea are born.

The Ironborn were killed and injured, and a few lucky ones fell into the sea, facing the bite of fish and the cold water.

“Despicable iron type, you still dare to cause trouble.”

The bright moonlight shone down, and Belron drove the dark green dragon to stay in the air, looking down at the blood-red sea.

Hate for the attacks in the Riverlands and the hatred of the Stepstone Islands.

He even got into trouble with the iron race of the Iron Islands.

Bloodstone Island.

Yang Yan lay on the ground, panting from exhaustion and injuries.

Aegon lay on the other side, crying silently: "Why is the gap so big?"

Before, I was Wulong, a good nephew who I teased casually.

In a blink of an eye, I can't afford to offend...

(End of this chapter)

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