The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter: Taming the Dragon

On the Invincible Iron Seed, Victarion, clad in heavy armor, stared at the strange figure before him, who was even taller than himself: blue flame tattoos covered every inch of exposed skin, and his skin was as black as the darkest night.

"You seek me? Priest!"

"Yes, you are Lord Commander Victarion Greyjoy of the Iron Fleet."

Victarion nodded, his mind filled with caution.

"Please have your guards leave. I have a few words that you will be most eager to hear."

Victarion's willingness to wear heavy armor on the sea was proof enough of his courage. Storms were frequent at sea, and falling into the water while wearing armor meant certain death.

His soldiers, like their commander, were clad in armor and wielded heavy axes.

The Iron Fleet was the absolute elite of the Iron Islands.

Victarion had never feared anyone, but facing Magiro, he felt a slight unease.

The strange man before him was a priest who had immediately driven away the Queen's most trusted right-hand man, Daario Naharis. Despite the Queen's displeasure, her order to leave, and Daario's scimitar, this man remained calm and composed, as if he didn't care about life or death.

Magiro was too mysterious, and the Ironborn warriors also feared the power of magic, an unknown, undefendable, and invisible mysterious power.

Victarion waved his hand, and the guards retreated. Soon, only the two of them were standing face to face on the deck, at the bow of the ship.

"Commander, I know you have something that the Queen urgently needs."

Victarion's expression changed slightly. "Priest, I am the Queen's Lord Commander of the Navy. Everything I have is something the Queen needs."

"You have the Dragon Horn." Magiro's tone was unremarkable, as if discussing the weather. "The Dragon Horn is a magical horn used by the ancient Valyrian dragon riders to control dragons. When used with magical incantations, it can turn a person into a dragon rider who controls dragons."

Victarion's hand gripped the hilt of his short knife, and he stared at Magiro coldly. "Priest, rumors are just rumors. Rumors are not to be believed."

"I saw you in the flames, Commander. Your Dragon Horn comes from the ruins of Valyria. Your brother, Euron Crow's Eye, risked his life to find it in the ruins of Valyria. Of course, Crow's Eye also found a large amount of gold and silver jewelry. You came here to seek the Dragon Mother, in fact, you are under the order of Euron Crow's Eye to arrange a marriage for him, and the gift for the marriage is the Dragon Horn. Am I right?"

"Priest, knowing too much is not a terrible thing. The truly terrible thing is when his mouth says what it shouldn't. Then, that person's life is usually not long." Veins popped out on the back of Victarion's hand.

"Don't worry, Commander, I'm here to help you." Magiro remained calm and unperturbed, even as Victarion exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

"Help me?"

"Yes, I happen to know High Valyrian, and the dragon riders' Dragon Horns are engraved with magical incantations to control dragons. The incantations, combined with the Dragon Horn, can make you a dragon rider. Commander, I know you don't recognize the Valyrian characters on the Dragon Horn, but I can read them!"

Silence, a suffocating silence!

"Why are you helping me?" Victarion said heavily.

"Daenerys won't listen to me, nor will she accept me as her grand advisor, but you are different. You will listen to me, and I can help you become a dragon rider."

"I will not be manipulated by anyone," Victarion said coldly.

"It's not manipulation. I can see some revelations in the flames, thereby predicting the future. This is the help you need."

"Are you a prophet?"

"I am not a prophet, nor can I compare to a true prophet. I can only foresee some small fragments of the future. The flames can tell me some secrets of the past or future that ordinary people cannot know."

"I am not interested in secrets, Priest. You help me become a dragon rider. What do you want me to do for you? Speak plainly!"

"Listen to me."

"That's impossible."

"You don't want to become a dragon rider?" Magiro looked towards Daenerys's warship in the front. "Daenerys has been persuaded by me to go to the Dothraki Sea to conquer more than one hundred thousand Dothraki cavalry. She went alone riding the black dragon, and she's weak and helpless, she will encounter danger. If there is no help, she will lose her life this time. She needs help to accomplish great things, it is the best time for you to choose to become a dragon knight, if you do not seize the opportunity, there will be others who become dragon knights. Think about it, a dragon will only recognize one person as its knight for life, and will never change again. Daenerys only has three dragons, the black dragon has already recognized her as a dragon rider, there are still the white dragon and the green dragon. Once the white dragon and the green dragon recognize a dragon rider, your Dragon Horn will be useless. That is a useless horn."

Victarion stared at Magiro in silence. Magiro's gaze was as calm as water, never changing.

"Help me marry Daenerys, let me become the Dragon Mother's husband, and I will agree to listen to your advice and do my best to help you become the Emperor's grand advisor."

"Daenerys will not marry you," Magiro said.

Victarion's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression stiffened.

"But with my help, you can become a dragon rider. Think about it, you ride a dragon in the sky, and with a command, the dragon breathes out flames. Who can resist?"

"I know dragons are invincible!"

"Dragons are not invincible. Killing a dragon is difficult, but not impossible."

"Who can slay a dragon?" Victarion sneered.

"As far as I know, the Mountain, who killed Aegon Crow's Eye, can slay a dragon. In my flames, I saw him preparing to slay a dragon."

Victarion took a deep breath and refused to believe the priest's words. Priests and wizards are the same. They rely on mumbo jumbo and alarmist talk to bewitch people's hearts and control believers to be used by them.

Victarion hated the Mountain and believed that he would eventually have a battle with the Mountain. The Mountain killed Crow's Eye, defeated Crow's Eye's powerful army, and counterattacked the Iron Islands, taking the Iron Islands that belonged to the Greyjoy family. The current Lord of the Iron Islands is Count Gubber of Hammerhorn.

At sea, news travels the fastest. Every time a ship arrives at a port, it can hear all kinds of news from all over the world. The news that people on the continent get all starts from the port.

"The Mountain is thinking of slaying a dragon? He threw Rhaegar's child to his death and impaled Princess Elia Martell. He is afraid that the Queen will seek revenge on him, so he thought of slaying a dragon. What can he rely on to slay a dragon? Rely on bows and arrows? Hmph!" Victarion refused to believe that the Mountain could slay a dragon.

"I don't know. I only know that the Mountain is indeed prepared to slay a dragon."

"You didn't tell the Queen?"

"The Queen doesn't trust me, and besides, the Mountain is only prepared to slay a dragon and will not take the initiative to provoke and slay a dragon."

Victarion was silent again.

The Mountain has indeed become very powerful since the civil war in the Seven Kingdoms began, so powerful that Victarion couldn't believe it. He beheaded Stannis at the Blackwater, broke through the defenses in a night attack on King's Landing and captured Duke Tywin alive, killed Prince Oberyn Martell in a duel in the square of the Great Sept of Baelor, and personally beheaded Kevan Lannister in front of the Rainbow Pool of the Great Sept of Baelor... Now, that heinous guy has prepared to slay a dragon in advance... All of this is unbelievable...

"Priest, you want me to listen to you, but you just want me to do things for you. Tell me, what do you want me to do? I'll listen first. If it's something I can accept, I'll agree. If it's a harsh request that I can't accept at all, or even something that violates my dignity and honor, then please leave."

"I will never ask you to do anything that would humiliate the Greyjoy family, humiliate you and your family's honor, or violate your loyalty and your inner principles. I want you to listen because when making certain choices, I need you to obey my opinion, not the other way around. These choices are only about right and wrong, and have nothing to do with any stain on the honor of you, your family, or your family members."

"You won't force me to do anything that would tarnish my family's honor, violate my loyalty and my principles?"

"Yes! Never!"

"Okay, deal!"

*

Chirp!

In the sky, Daenerys flew with the black dragon, the white dragon and the green dragon, all the soldiers looked up and watched, all yearning for it, and their respect for the Dragon Mother reached an unparalleled level.

The black dragon chased the white dragon and the green dragon, and the three dragons attacked and fought each other in the sky, and from time to time they spewed out dragon flames to cheer.

Half an hour later, the black dragon, the green dragon, and the white dragon all landed on the Queen's Bellerion.

Bellerion - the name of the black dragon ridden by Aegon Targaryen, the first king of the Targaryen family, known as the Black Dread Bellerion. The Westeros calendar is named after Aegon. And his mount, the Black Dread, was so huge that it could swallow the current Drogon in one bite. Swallowing an adult wild ox and a mammoth, the Black Dread Bellerion only needed one bite.

Daenerys named her warship Bellerion to pay tribute to her ancestor Aegon and to show her ambition and determination to reclaim the Iron Throne forged by Aegon.

The green dragon landed next to the black dragon, and the white dragon followed closely and landed on the ship's side. As the three dragons landed one by one, the big ship lost its balance and began to tilt to one side.

The weight of a dragon is not too heavy, but the weight of three dragons landing on one side of the ship was still revealed.

Courtiers, ladies-in-waiting, soldiers, and guards all hid in the corners. If they were swept by the dragon's tail, they would fly into the sea even if they were wearing armor. If they were accidentally sprayed by dragon fire, they would be ignited into a human-shaped candle. In the chirping sounds of the three dragons, when they opened their mouths, they could see the bright light shining in their throats, like the dazzling light of flames.

"Daario, come and try." Daenerys jumped off the black dragon's back and reached out to stroke the forehead between the green dragon's horns. The green dragon's scales were the most beautiful and dignified, the bronze green was brighter than black and more solid than white.

Daario was prepared, but when the dragon really flew in front of him, his heart beat uncontrollably. He walked towards the green dragon, feeling his whole body burning, as if on fire, and his mouth instantly became dry.

Daenerys saw Daario's nervousness! This nervousness was beyond Daario's control.

The green dragon looked back at Daario, and Daario's breath caught in his throat, and he stopped immediately.

"Come over, slowly, approach it little by little," Daenerys said. She kept stroking the green dragon's head and occasionally said a syllable that Daario couldn't understand. The syllable was very simple, not complicated, but it was difficult to pronounce the correct tone.

Daario finally approached the green dragon and stood on the side of the green dragon's head. He could feel the heat from the dragon's body. The bronze scales were like pieces of exquisite armor.

"Reach out your hand, first touch it, let it smell your breath."

Daario stood still, slowly stretched out his right hand, held his breath, and slowly approached the green dragon's head.

Under Daenerys's soft and gentle comfort, the green dragon, whose character was not as strong and violent as the black dragon, just shook its head, and the hot breath that it spewed out blew Daario's blue curly hair. Daario stopped moving, and when the green dragon stopped moving, the man and the dragon's eyes met, and Daario was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead. Fortunately, the green dragon did not take any further action.

Finally, Daario's hand touched the green dragon's forehead, Daenerys's expression relaxed, and she said, "Daario, not bad, it looks like..."

Whoosh! Bang! Boom!

The green dragon suddenly spewed out a strong hot wave of breath, spraying it all over Daario's face, almost suffocating Daario. Then it swung its head and slammed into Daario's chest with a bang, sending Daario flying out like a stone in an arc shape, and crashing into the sea with a boom.

Water splashed, waves rolled, and Daario was instantly submerged by the waves.

Daenerys hurriedly reprimanded the green dragon. The green dragon shrugged its head and wagged its tail indifferently. Under its mother's reprimand, the heads of the green dragon, the black dragon, and the white dragon stretched out of the ship's side together to look at the unlucky guy who fell into the sea. The three dragons tilted their heads together, their eyes focused, and the three pairs of dragon eyes were as bright as the most precious black, green, and gold gems in the world.

Splash!

Daario emerged from the sea. He was a Tyroshi, from a family of pirates. It is said that boys in Tyrosh learn to swim from birth. Daario was no exception. He was a top swimmer and had the same ability to adapt to seawater as a fish. Give him a piece of wood in the sea and he can drift for a month. You must know that no matter how strong the sun is, the seawater is cold, especially at night.

Daario darted out of the sea, and the three dragons kept stretching their long necks and tilting their heads to look at him, occasionally making low cries, as if discussing whether to get this guy back into the water.

Daenerys ordered someone to bring salted meat. After the salted meat basin was placed at Daenerys's feet, the three dragons immediately lost interest in the guy in the sea. They all looked at their mother with a hungry look. The white dragon's neck kept stretching, like a gluttonous long snake, while the black dragon lowered its head and its long neck circled to the other side. From its appearance, it was preparing to steal a piece of salted meat first. The green dragon touched its mother's arm and chirped softly at the basin under its mother's feet, signaling its mother to throw out the salted meat quickly.

Daario climbed up the rope ladder thrown down by the soldiers. He was soaked, but in good spirits, his eyes shining brightly, and he was very excited.

"Daario, come here, learn to feed the dragon with me. Dragons are very proud, and it is not easy to get it to recognize you as its knight. You need to be patient."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A small boat approached the Bellerion, carrying two men: Marlo and Victarion! They were after a dragon. Victarion, wielder of the Dragon Horn, intended to become a dragon rider!

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