Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

The blood-red pillar of fire shot up into the sky, and the blazing flames blasted straight towards the silver dragon that tore through the black fog.

The dragon had scales as pure as silver, and a small but still luxurious horn crown. It flexibly folded its membrane wings and dodged the pillar of fire that tore through the sky. Then it swooped down to the source of the fire like a hunting seabird, the giant fire dragon worm that suddenly broke out of the ground. It raised its slender body high and roared silently to the sky.

"Roar"

The thunder-like dragon roar resounded through the ruins.

A golden flame that was no less powerful than the pillar of fire was like a waterfall pouring down from the sky. The two flames exploded in the air, and countless flames fell from the sky, as if it was a rain of fire. Longzel pulled Lin En, who was still half outside, and pulled him under a protruding ruin.

"Amos, Hoffa, gather everyone, let's reunite with the Lord as soon as possible."

The campers who found that something was wrong did not sit and wait for death, but quickly moved towards the ruins of the tower under the leadership of Sebastian and Aslan Longdel.

The bronze dragon passed through the mushroom fire cloud that appeared when the flames collided, raised its sharp dragon claws, and grabbed the huge lizard head of the fire dragon worm. The dragon's brown membrane wings spread out and covered the sky. Even at a distance from it, Longzel could sense its hugeness.

The fire dragon worm did not show weakness, allowing the dragon's claws to tear its rock shell. Its slender body turned flexibly and was about to open its mouth to bite the dragon's chest and abdomen.

But it may have underestimated the fighting power of the bronze dragon. With a sharp claw, the fire dragon worm's open mouth was directly slapped shut by this claw, and its head was also slapped high.

The silver dragon seized this opportunity, raised its wings and climbed instantly, and the dragon's mouth opened and bit the fire dragon worm's "neck" fiercely, if it had one.

The sharp dragon teeth bit through the rock shell that protected the fire dragon worm's body with a click, and the hot blood like magma gushed out like a stream.

The fire dragon worm screamed silently in pain, and its snake-like ring-shaped body twisted wildly, spewing pieces of flames all over the sky, but they were all blocked by the bronze dragon's scales that gradually turned into molten gold under the flames. Its claws were firmly embedded in the fire dragon worm's lizard head, and then a mouthful of dragon flame sprayed down, and by the way, it kindly avoided the silver dragon that bit its neck.

Bathed in the blazing dragon flame, the flames at the fire dragon worm's eyes became weaker and weaker, and the carapace protecting its head began to burst and melt.

Longzel swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously.

Is this the reward of the gods?

Is it a bit exaggerated?

The heat in the blood gradually faded, and he could feel that the hot things that revived underground were fleeing the area at a rapid speed.

After all, it was the outskirts of the Valyrian ruins, and a giant fire dragon worm could be the king here. Now that the king of these monsters was hunted by more powerful creatures, how could these little guys hiding in the ruins of the city not be afraid.

After spitting out a mouthful of dragon flames. The bronze dragon bit the head of the fire dragon worm, which had no flames in its eye sockets. The sharp teeth tore the flesh and blood under the shell effortlessly.

The silver dragon pulled along, and the head and body of the fire dragon worm were separated.

Until this moment, the bronze dragon slowly held the head of the fire dragon worm and turned to the direction where Longzel and the others were.

The two dragons carried the body of the fire dragon worm, folded their wings slowly, and landed next to the ruins of the broken tower.

The silver dragon turned his head to look at the corpse of his kind that had turned into a skeleton, and turned back to continue tearing the flesh and blood of the fire dragon worm, as if this kind of hot flesh and blood was particularly suitable for their appetite.

The bronze dragon looked down at Longzel who was hiding under the ruins with the people who had joined him. His eyes were cold. There was a hint of mania. It was at least one size larger than the silver dragon. Its mouth, which was also more than one size larger, opened, revealing jagged sharp dragon teeth. Unlike the silver dragon with small and few horns, the bronze dragon had thick spikes arranged neatly on its body. Its horns were thick and slender, and many of them were straight backward or bent downward, forming a ferocious horn like a crown. The dragon's lower jaw was also covered with spikes like a beard.

"It seems that the magic pollution of the Valyrian ruins is no longer suitable for dragons to live." Longzel keenly caught the mania, and the dragon was affected as soon as it arrived.

With their extremely obvious appearance features, it can be inferred that these two dragons are most likely the dragons of the surviving dragon king family Targaryen in the intelligence, the companions of the former "Mature King", "Arbiter", and "Reconciler" Jaehaerys I, the irritable and warlike "Bronze Fury" named after the forging god of ancient Valyria, and the dragon "Silver Wing" of "Good Queen" Alysanne Targaryen.

That is, the dragons of Longzel and his grandmother.

Among the known dragons in existence at that time, the size of Wormthall was second only to the old dragon Vhagar.

The gods are still quite generous.

If he could survive the dragon flame of Wormthall.

"Valar." Longzel called his younger brother. He cut open his palm and wiped a handful of blood on his and his younger brother's faces respectively.

The silver-mixed blood slowly flowed on the faces of the two teenagers.

Valar was just confused for a moment, and immediately followed his brother with some excitement.

The giant dragon that landed on the side didn't seem to notice the two "little bugs". With a snap, Womisoer bit the head of the fire dragon worm and swallowed the jelly-like, lava-like sticky substance in its head into his stomach, and closed his eyes comfortably as if he was enjoying it. Although the smoke that kept coming out of his nostrils proved that the giant dragon didn't seem to be in a very good mood.

Silver Wing lowered his head and bit off the rock carapace on the body of the fire dragon worm, and slowly tore the steaming flesh and blood on the fire dragon worm. Womisoer searched in the head of the fire dragon worm for a while. He turned around and roared at Silver Wing.

"Roar"

Silver Wing was stunned for a moment, and even moved a few steps to the side as if a little aggrieved, but immediately seemed to react and roared back mercilessly.

"Hiss."

But Silver Wing just roared, and then shook his head and threw a piece of the fire dragon worm in front of Womisoer, and then swallowed the remaining flesh and blood in small mouthfuls.

Seeing this, Womisoer did not get too entangled, lowered his head and bit the flesh and blood thrown by the silver wing.

However, Longzel, who had already touched the edge of Womisoer's wings, turned pale. He finally understood why the dragon was so terrible.

Womisoer's huge body of hundreds of feet and wingspan of thousands of feet were like a blazing volcano in his magic vision. Endless flames were burning violently in the core, and flames flowed in the dragon's blood and muscles.

It can be said that from the perspective of magic, the dragon is a living flame. If the two dragons were not slowly absorbing the magic pollution in the ruins, and the protective runes on his body were actually derived from the research on pollution by his father and magicians, Longzel would have no way to use the connection between the two to quietly influence the emotions of the two dragons.

In fact, there was basically no impact. I don't know if it was the influence of the previous owner. The two dragons had a strange harmonious atmosphere. Even if their emotions were polluted, they did not bite each other for food like ordinary beasts.

Longzel grabbed the black prism inlaid with silver threads hanging around his neck. This was something his father left him. He specifically told him in his notebook that if he encountered an adult dragon that could be tamed, he could take out this "Shadow Binding Stone" from Yasha.

As for the effect of this stone, his father didn't know.

Longzel made up his mind, grabbed the spikes on Womisor's body and began to climb on it.

Womisor felt something climbing on him and shook uncomfortably. Longzel held on to a spike tightly so that he didn't fall off.

"I can't go on like this."

Longzel knew very well that if Womisor moved again, he would not be able to hold on. He made up his mind and slapped a spike with his hand.

Blood instantly gushed out from the pierced wound, but it did not drip, but slowly penetrated into Womisor's scales.

The silver light surged, and Longzel's palm wound soon stopped bleeding and healed as before. Seeing that Womisoel had calmed down, Longzel continued to climb to the depression on Womisoel's back.

There were several bone spurs there that could be grasped.

Womisoel had just torn off a piece of meat and swallowed it, when he suddenly found that the little bug just now seemed to have not been thrown away, but had crawled onto his back.

How could he bear this.

"Womisoel, fly!" Longzel shouted loudly in High Valyrian.

Womisoel turned his neck unceremoniously and blew a breath of dragon flame at his back.

"Roar"

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