Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon

"Hey, hey, eldest son, can you hear me? Well, even if you hear it, you can't reply to me, so just pretend you heard it."

The moment the "Shadow Binding Stone" shattered, Long Zell felt the shadow that instantly submerged himself and Wormisor. However, it was obvious that the shadow was not lethal, or it was not a strange thing. Curse, after all, his own blood did not give a warning.

"What the hell happened but I don't seem to feel anything" was also heard from Wormisall.

Long Zell didn't know how he felt these unusually rich emotions from the dragon. Maybe he was special? Forget it, Long Zell just wants to know what his father left behind.

Then he saw a strange scene.

The shadow that obscured his vision faded, and his eyes suddenly became clear. Then Longzell received the emotion from Wormisor again: "What the hell is this?"

Wormisor flew smoothly in the air, with the clear sky in front of him. Through the clouds, he could see the vast fields and rushing rivers below.

A large army was marching along the river. Long Zell squinted his eyes to try to see clearly the flag and appearance of the army below. He is very adaptable and immediately realized that he might have been under an illusion, but there was no great danger.

"Eldest son, this is a thing passed down in our family. Your grandfather and your great-grandfather treasured this thing. Your father and I didn't know what it was at first. Later, a shadowbinder from Asshai recognized it. I didn't expect that these magicians who played with life and shadow could make such a thing. This "Shadow Binding Stone" contains the shadows of many ancestors fighting dragons in the history of the Varese family. There are people and there are dragons.”

Cleorius' voice paused.

"If you are lucky enough to tame an adult dragon, this Shadow Binding Stone will immediately shatter, releasing the shadow of your ancestors, allowing you to experience an ancestral dragon battle, or participate in the noble dragon battles of Valyria. The ancestors used This kind of magic item is used to train the descendants of the family who have successfully tamed the adult dragon, so that they can quickly become real dragon kings and warriors. Hehe, I didn’t expect that your kid is so lucky that he can still experience it in this world. Alas. I won’t say anymore, get ready. Let's get started. Even when Valyria was here, this was a very valuable thing."

Long Zell's thoughts were separated from his father's ramblings. The army on the river bank became increasingly clear. These warriors have olive skin and black hair, slender bodies, and dark eyes with determination and infinite fanaticism. These brave warriors are equipped with iron armor, are well-armed, and have high morale. There were many people wearing strange clothes standing by the river, and powerful magic waves enveloped the entire army.

"The Rhoynar army?" Long Zell recognized the origins of those warriors.

"roar"

Wormisor suddenly noticed something and roared. Long Zell looked back, and dragon roars resounded across the sky.

Demonic dragons that were either no smaller than Wormisor, smaller but equally ferocious, or even larger emerged from the clouds. The largest dragon among them was even twice as big as Vormithor.

The giant dragon swooped down first, and the Dragon King whose face could not be seen clearly blew the horn on its back, and Long Zell also pressed the bone spurs hard. "Wormithor, dive."

Wormisor folded his wings and swooped down behind the other dragons.

The Rhoynar magician chanted a spell, and saw the river surge backwards, and a huge amount of river water rose into the sky, turning into an extremely huge waterspout that stood between the mortals and the dragon.

"Dracarys"

Countless dragon flames sounded simultaneously.

The largest dragon took the lead in spitting out pale dragon flames, which hit the waterspout fiercely. The river steamed, and the white mist that covered the sky and the sun instantly enveloped the sky and the earth.

The longbowmen of the Rhoynar raised their bows and shot arrows with water magic at the dragon in the sky. Ronzel felt as if someone was teaching him step by step. Smoothly maneuvering Vermisor to dodge arrows and pour dragon flames onto the waterspout.

Three hundred demonic dragons spit out flames at the same time, and even if the water of the Rhoyne River were exhausted, they could not stop this disaster that was like a punishment from heaven. Longzell saw the flames of Vermithor tearing apart the evaporated waterspout, and the remaining flames surged, instantly burning a string of Rhoynar people under the mist to ashes.

The same thing happened all over the battlefield. But the burned-out Rhoynar bravely raised their bows, arrows and spears, trying to teach the dragon king in the sky a lesson.

Then in exchange for more dragon flames.

Longzell drove Wormisor to hover carefully in the air, spraying out a few puffs of dragon flame from time to time, never getting closer to the distance where he might be hit by an arrow.

In fact, many dragons also breathed dragon flames at this distance. Only the real dragons dared to chase the Rhoynar almost close to the ground.

Vermisor circled and burned dozens of Rhoynar soldiers with dragon flames before spreading his wings and flying high. At this moment, Longzell's eyes flashed. The scene changes again.

This time they came to the high tower of Valyria. Another giant brown dragon, no smaller than Vormisor, was circling opposite them. The knight on the dragon's back was saying something loudly. But Longzell couldn't hear anything.

Then the giant dragon rushed towards Wormisor.

"Ryuu Dou?"

The familiar hand-in-hand teaching mode began again. Longzel skillfully pressed down the bone spur that he used as the handrail of the dragon saddle. Womisol suddenly dropped down at the moment when the opponent pounced on him. The dragon on the opposite side also hurriedly flapped its wings a few times to stop urgently.

Womisol raised his head and almost at the moment when the brown dragon hovered, he suddenly rose vertically into the air. Then, amid the shouts of the dragon rider on the opposite side, he turned around and pounced fiercely on the head of the brown dragon. His dragon claws directly grabbed the head of the brown dragon, leaving a long scar on its head.

"Womisol, dragon flame."

The brown dragon was not to be outdone. It took Womisol's grab and immediately turned its head to spray out a mouthful of dragon flame, which collided with Womisol's dragon flame in the air. The blazing dragon flame spread out, and the dragon rider of the brown dragon below was smoked by the falling fire rain and closed his eyes. Although the master could not give direct command for the time being, the brown dragon still raised its claws, colliding and scratching violently with Womiso's claws in the air, leaving scratches on each other's bodies almost at the same time.

The two dragons circled and descended, and the surging dragon flames almost non-stop sprayed at each other's heads.

"Womiso, attack the abdomen."

At this moment, the brown dragon that had been pressed down revealed a fatal flaw.

It exposed its chest and abdomen.

Womiso took the opportunity to pry open the brown dragon's claws with one claw, and then grabbed it fiercely. The brown dragon's abdomen suddenly cracked with several hideous scars.

But the brown dragon's claws also left scars on Womiso's body, but they were not as fatal as those left by Womiso.

The painful brown dragon roared in pain, and its dragon rider was also shouting something desperately.

"Womiso, attack the neck."

Womiso roared angrily, and the hideous dragon head pressed down instantly.

Hot blood splattered.

The brown dragon's neck was bitten by Womisor.

Everything began to blur again.

First update check-in, just came back from outside, sorry sorry, there is another chapter around 11:45.