Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Chapter 53 "Bronze Fury" - Wormisol (Dragon Taming)

Soon, Imon found a large cave full of vines based on the scene in his dream.

There was no reason.

A faint familiarity, plus a trace of inexplicable fear.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat crawled out of the bag, sniffing around with its golden nose.

Imon put it on the ground, took off the bag, bent down and said: "You go, wait for me to come out."

Dragon taming is too dangerous, there is no need to bring this little thing.

"Squeak?"

The golden-nosed rat was reluctant, and its head arched hard into the palm of its master's hand.

How can rats be afraid of death.

"Be obedient, the dragon flame will roast you."

Imon's eyebrows were gentle, and he pushed it: "Go quickly, take my precious bag."

"Squeak~"

The golden-nosed rat was reluctant to leave, and its little mouth picked up the bag strap and ran away, looking back every three steps.

Imon smiled and watched the little thing slip away.

He was not 100% sure about dragon training.

Dragons are dangerous, especially those with violent tempers.

According to the family's dragon training history, most of them were completed in their teens, and a few were completed in adulthood.

For example, his great uncle Viserys and his father Daemon.

As the bloodline of "Brave Baelon", the two brothers both trained dragons after the age of 20.

Daemon was even later, taming "Bloodworm" Korakshu in 105AC, when he was already 24 years old.

In this regard, only "Cruel Maegor" could match it.

"Cheer up, don't lose face!"

Aemon patted his face, more serious than ever before.

Then, he strode into the cave.

Click!

Lighting up a spare torch, Aemon squinted slightly to adapt to the dark environment.

Taking a few steps, the gravel under his feet rolled.

Aemon looked around and found that the inside and outside of the cave had changed greatly.

A naturally formed cave, with milky white stalactites hanging overhead.

Against the backdrop of the flames, a hazy halo was reflected.

It is a different world.

"He's in, stop him!"

Suddenly, an old dragon keeper's urgent shout came from outside the cave.

Yimon turned his head suddenly and saw a few flames flickering at the entrance of the cave.

No more waiting.

Yimon's eyes were stern, and he rushed deep into the cave.

There were footsteps behind him, and the old dragon keeper's whisper.

"There are two ownerless dragons sleeping in the cave, don't wake them up rashly!"

But no one would listen.

In a short time, the small figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

Time passed by.

Deep in the cave.

Yimon rushed all the way and noticed that the environment began to change.

The naturally formed cave wall showed traces of artificial excavation, and the ground turned into a hard and heavy stone slab.

Correspondingly, the temperature rose rapidly.

Yimon ran for more than ten meters, sweating profusely and panting.

It didn't look like a cave, but more like an underground fire vein close to Longshan.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he turned around a wide fork in the road.

Immediately, the space suddenly opened up.

The stalactites on the top of the cave disappeared, turning into an empty deep cave.

The stone slabs under his feet were laid forward all the way, expanding into a platform at the bottom of the cave.

"Where is this?"

Imon paused, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Looking left and right, along the entrance of the platform, there stood a row of thick stone pillars.

It was somewhat similar in style to the stone wall inlaid with a natural furnace in the dream.

It was solemn and solemn, making people feel depressed.

Imon's mind turned, and he realized that this was the end.

"Then, it's time to try to wake up the dragon."

And the method of awakening, Menghuo learned it that time.

Aemon cleared his throat, mustered up his courage and slowly moved forward, humming a Valyrian ballad:

"Swallowing fire, riding wings."

"Two heads stand side by side, singing to three."

"By my voice, the words of fire."

The voice was clear and childish, and the melody was soft and melodious, echoing in the dark cave.

Aemon walked while humming and came to the edge of the platform.

This is the "Dragon Song" that awakens the dragon, communicating with the dragon with high Valyria and establishing a spiritual connection button.

"Blood magic, the sacrifice has been paid."

Aemon bent down, put down the conspicuous torch, and kept his eyes on the darkness.

Da!

The torch fell to the ground, making a noise different from the childish humming.

At this moment.

A slight hot breeze came from the air, and a great pressure swept over the whole body, with a sense of impending disaster.

Aemon froze all over, realizing that the test was coming.

Indistinctly, the darkness surged quietly, and a vague outline seemed to emerge.

Through the weak firelight, a copper halo was reflected.

"The words of fire, supplemented by bright eyes."

Imon suppressed his anxiety and looked at it.

Boom--

Suddenly, a huge dragon head rose from the ground, and the giant mouth covered with fangs opened, spewing out sticky copper flames.

It was as if the hot magma surging underground suddenly erupted.

Imon's breath was choked, and he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

The copper flame was the great horror in the dream.

With the fire rising to the sky, the rocks above his head burned hot and red, and the cave was as bright as day.

Finally, everything was seen clearly.

A huge dragon with bronze scales all over its body was crawling under the platform, and at this moment, a dragon head with a sharp horn crown was exposed.

The huge dragon mouth covered with bronze scales continuously poured out copper dragon flames.

It was like venting the mania in his heart after being suppressed for a long time.

Aemon's expression was blank, his purple eyes reflecting the entire dragon.

He had only one thought in his mind.

The natural furnace in the dream was clearly the dragon's kiss in front of him.

The rolling copper water that engulfed him several times was the bright copper dragon flame that looked like magma.

"Roar!!"

The bronze dragon raised its head and roared, then slowly lowered its head, staring at the silver-haired boy on the platform with a pair of bright copper pupils.

Aemon was in a trance, and chanted according to his instinct: "Destined to fly, free and beautiful."

He recognized the giant beast in front of him.

Wormisor, known as the "Bronze Fury", is the largest and perhaps the most ferocious adult dragon in the world except for Vhagar.

Wormisor shook his head gently, approached the dazed silver-haired boy, and showed a mouthful of sharp fangs.

It seemed to be a warning, but also to reveal his nature.

Aemon's heart was pounding, and he couldn't help laughing.

The dragon opposite him was the most special one he had ever seen.

The messy fangs were different from any dragon with neat teeth.

The dragon's jaw, covered with bronze scales, has a downward slanting scar.

Under the extremely majestic appearance, it shows an arrogant and domineering attitude.

"Too perfect."

Aemon fell in love at first sight. Facing the giant beast with bared fangs, he forgot what fear was.

This is the dragon that Targaryen should control.

Suddenly, there was a noise behind.

The dragon handlers and guards all ran over and stood at the entrance of the platform.

"No!"

The old dragon handler was so scared that his legs softened and he almost fell.

The prince actually woke up Wormisol.

This is the worst result.

In the smoking cave of Dragon Mountain, two ownerless dragon companions are sleeping.

Wormisol has a manic temperament and will not show mercy to anyone who disturbs him.

And it protects its companion very well, blocking the gentle dragon deeper in the cave.

If anyone offends, they will encounter dragon flames at the first time.

"Prince!"

Eric came hurriedly, his black robe in disarray.

The other side was outnumbered, so he failed to stop them.

"Roar!"

Womithor's pupils suddenly shrank, his fangs stood up, and his wide wings rested on the platform.

Aemon saw this and suddenly woke up, turned back and shouted: "Sir, get out of the way!"

Eric was stunned when he heard the words, and hurriedly fell down in compliance with the order.

The others were all dumbfounded when they saw it.

Aemon didn't mind his own business and dodged.

He knew.

These people angered the dragon and were about to pay the price.

"Hiss--"

Womithor roared, and opened his mouth to spit out a blazing copper dragon flame.

"Lie down!"

The old dragon keeper was experienced and held down an assistant to lie on the ground.

The next second.

Boom!

The copper dragon flame sprayed on the cave above his head, and the hard stone quickly melted, turning into pools of magma dripping with dragon flame.

Several guards did not obey the order and stood there stupidly.

The lava fell off one after another, smashing them to the ground, burning them and their armor to slag.

"Ah!!"

A young dragon keeper who was chasing actively failed to dodge in time and was hit by a pool of lava on his shoulder, and he screamed miserably in an instant.

In the painful wailing, his chest was burned empty.