The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Dario laughed, "Big man, do you want to duel with me?"

"You have no chance, Dario!" Victarion said without a smile.

"Then let's try." Dario laughed easily. Since becoming the leader of the Stormcrows, he had never been defeated.

"I'd be glad to!" Victarion had never lost a personal fight on the sea.

His heavy axe looked clumsy, but it was actually surprisingly fast. Absolute strength combined with speed was his guarantee of never being defeated.

"Why don't you two adults try together? Dragons are magical creatures that choose their own masters. They are very intelligent, but people with Valyrian appearances are said to be more easily recognized by dragons," Marqiro said. "Commander Victarion and General Dario do not have Valyrian appearances. You should be more careful in getting close to the dragons."

"Her Majesty only needs one dragon rider," Dario and Victarion said to each other at the same time.

Both men were full of rejection towards each other.

There are three dragons, and two of them don't have dragon riders. Actually, both of you can try the dragon's acceptance. It is very difficult to get a dragon to recognize its master.

Victarion carried his battle axe, holding it with both hands; Dario wore a dashing smile, gripping his scimitar and longsword with both hands! They both looked at Daenerys, waiting for Daenerys to nod before immediately starting the duel.

"Victarion, can you show me your Dragon Horn first?" Daenerys said. She ignored the tension between the two men.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Victarion put down his heavy battle axe. Dario shrugged and released his grip on his swords.

Victarion walked towards Daenerys, walking cautiously, staring at the green dragon Rhaegal. If this big guy breathed dragonfire again, he would have to dodge in time, otherwise he would be ignited into a human-shaped candle.

He had just tried the ancient Valyrian spell for 'dragonfire'. The green dragon received the command and breathed dragonfire, but it was aimed at the issuer - Victarion himself.

Even with Daenerys here restraining Rhaegal, Victarion still thought it was better to be careful.

The command spell just now made Victarion realize that dragons are not to be underestimated. Even if you can issue spell commands, they will proudly attack you.

Dario wanted to laugh at Victarion's timidity, but the green dragon seemed to sense his strangeness and suddenly turned its head to stare at him, which made his heart jump. He was very close to the green dragon, and he could touch the green dragon's scales with his hand. The dragon's head was right in front of Dario, and the dragon's eyes were the size of a child's fist, giving people an unspeakable threat and pressure.

Daenerys didn't notice Rhaegal's abnormality, she was attracted by the Dragon Horn in Victarion's hand. Suddenly, Dario beside her suddenly exclaimed, it seemed that the green dragon just shook its head and knocked him into the sea.

Bang!

Dario fell into the sea, the green dragon's head stretched out of the ship's side, tilted, its green eyes staring intently, and soon, Dario emerged from the sea in a mess.

As long as its mother didn't notice it, it wouldn't let go of the opportunity to attack Dario.

Rhaegal couldn't accept this man standing next to it emitting an uncomfortable aura. Dragons are also intelligent creatures with a sense of security, and Dario was too close to it. It was only because its mother was here restraining it that Rhaegal restrained himself a lot. Once its mother noticed other places, Rhaegal knocked Dario into the sea. It was already polite enough to Dario.

Although Rhaegal was arrogant, it was still in awe of its mother. Daenerys hatched it and fed it to grow up.

Daenerys was taken aback and hurriedly turned her head to scold the green dragon, restraining Rhaegal from opening its mouth to spray dragonfire into the sea.

Rhaegal was much more obedient than the black dragon, not a naughty child. She patted its neck and told it not to attack Dario again. The green dragon spewed out hot breath, blowing up its mother's silver-gold hair.

"Don't attack him, Rhaegal, don't attack anyone here, they are my generals and courtiers, they are your comrades."

The green dragon Rhaegal's head gently rubbed its mother's arm, and its colorful eyes blinked, as if the light of emeralds was flashing.

Victarion had been stepping forward cautiously, but suddenly stopped. Although Rhaegal's head was lowered against Daenerys' arm, enjoying its mother's palm massaging between its horns, its eyes were staring at those approaching unkindly, which made Victarion break out in a cold sweat.

Victarion then truly felt that conquering a dragon was too, too dangerous!

The green dragon merely stared at him, and his courage suddenly disappeared. In front of the dragon, Victarion realized that he didn't even have the ability to resist slightly. This strong sense of insecurity was something he had never experienced before.

He was targeted by Rhaegal. The threat was real, enveloping Victarion's entire body.

Dragons, unapproachable!

Daenerys, who lowered her head to appease Rhaegal, noticed that Rhaegal was staring at Victarion again, and she hurriedly wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck, speaking softly to Rhaegal. The light in Rhaegal's eyes gradually dissipated.

Daenerys breathed a sigh of relief and looked back at her naval commander: "Victarion, calm down. Rhaegal is very unfamiliar with you, it's your first time..."

While Daenerys was looking at Victarion and appeasing her naval commander, Rhaegal, who had shown docility, suddenly opened its mouth. Victarion saw Rhaegal's mouth full of sharp teeth, densely packed in two rows, like a forest of steel thorns. Its tongue was also covered with fine, milky white barbs, and a ball of orange-yellow light suddenly appeared in the depths of its throat. That was dragonfire brewing in its throat, aimed at Victarion...

Victarion suddenly became like a stone sculpture. He was too close to move. Even if he lay down, the dragon only needed to lower its neck slightly to still be able to aim at him and spew dragonfire. And any rash action of his might provoke the dragon's sensitivity, thinking it was a provocation.

Victarion's determination to conquer the dragon instantly vanished. He felt his insignificance and helplessness for the first time. In front of the dragon, a person was insignificant, nothing at all. This feeling was only felt most deeply when facing the dragon at close range.

"Stop, Rhaegal!" Daenerys flashed and stood in front of Rhaegal, her body blocking between Rhaegal and Victarion. Rhaegal let out a low鸣, but its mother resolutely blocked it. It could have bent its neck to bypass its mother to attack, but it didn't. After a while, the terrifying light in Rhaegal's throat slowly disappeared.

"Child..." Daenerys said softly.

Rhaegal鳴了一声, as if responding to its mother, suddenly flapped its wings, and with a whoosh, flew into the sky.

The black dragon Drogon and the white dragon Viserion also jumped up and flew into the sky together.

Victarion's neck was stiff, and he mechanically looked up at the three dragons soaring in the sky, feeling as if he had gone from life to death and from death to life. His underwear was already soaked with cold sweat.

Daenerys could hear the dissatisfaction in Rhaegal's cry!

Rhaegal was angry!

Victarion and the others heard the aggressiveness in Rhaegal's cry. Victarion was even more sensitive to Rhaegal's threatening intent towards him. He had only surrendered to Daenerys not long ago, and he had not had close contact with Rhaegal and the other two dragons. This was the first time he had gotten too close to Rhaegal, and Rhaegal had obviously felt offended. It wanted to kill him, but its mother stopped it and restrained it, which made Rhaegal unhappy.

This was Rhaegal's clear rejection of Dario and Victarion. Perhaps it was out of respect for its mother that it didn't kill the two little bugs it looked down on. If it were the black dragon, Daenerys wouldn't dare let anyone try to approach it. The black dragon had a violent personality and dared to directly express its dissatisfaction with its mother. If its mother scolded it, it wouldn't go home for several days; if its mother whipped it, it would take the whip and burn it to ashes. If its mother ordered it to go left, it would definitely go right.

Victarion escaped death. He looked back at Priest Marqiro. This guy said that if he had the Dragon Horn and mastered the spells on the Dragon Horn, he could control the dragon. Was he telling the truth or was he lying? Victarion lost confidence in whether he could become a dragon rider.

From a close-up perspective, dragons are too powerful! Just one look gives people an irresistible pressure!

Victarion said, "Priest, if I had said 'squat down' in ancient Valyrian just now, would it have angered Rhaegal?"

"Only if Rhaegal recognizes you will your commands be binding on it," Marqiro said.

"Oh, really!" So the spell could not force the dragon to submit. It had to recognize its master first before the spell could be used to restrain it and make it obey.

Dragons cannot be forced to submit!

Suddenly a flash of light flashed through Victarion's heart. He suddenly thought of his hated brother Euron Crow's Eye - Euron found the Dragon Horn, but why did he dare to let himself bring the Dragon Horn to propose marriage to Daenerys for him? Why didn't he use the Dragon Horn himself to control the dragon and become a great dragon rider?

If he had the opportunity to become a dragon rider, Euron Crow's Eye would definitely do it. He was constantly trying to make himself stronger, and for this reason, he also went to the East to learn witchcraft.

Why didn't Euron come to become a dragon rider himself? He didn't recognize the words on the Dragon Horn. Why didn't he try to get the wise men to teach him? What price would Crow's Eye not be willing to pay in order to control the dragon?

Something cracked in Victarion's heart like an eggshell. Priest Marqiro's voice rang in his ears: They are very intelligent, but people with Valyrian appearances are said to be more easily recognized by dragons.

Valyrian appearance?

That must be just an excuse!

It's not appearance, it can't be appearance, it must be related to blood - Valyrian blood!

Could it be that while finding the Dragon Horn, Crow's Eye also knew a fact that he was unwilling to accept - people who do not have Valyrian blood may be almost impossible to make the dragon submit and recognize its master with the Dragon Horn and dragon-riding spells.

If you recognize ancient Valyrian words, then the Dragon Horn and dragon-riding spells mean that anyone can learn to use them, but in fact, not everyone can be a dragon rider, because the spells and the horn are dragon-riding techniques, but before riding the dragon, you must first get the dragon's recognition.

Most likely - only - people with Valyrian royal or noble dragon blood can make the dragon recognize its master!

Victarion's heart suddenly turned cold!

His face became very ugly!

Was Marqiro using him?!

He wanted to stay by Daenerys' side, so he used himself to offer the Dragon Horn to Daenerys. The Dragon Horn is a rare treasure for Daenerys, and it is difficult to obtain.

Victarion looked at Marqiro. This priest was not familiar with him. It was impossible for him to come specifically to help Victarion. Priests only help themselves.

Victarion's eyes caught sight of his heavy axe. No matter what kind of monk, priest, or wizard, one axe down, the head falls to the ground, and all magic is useless, and no god can resurrect this Marqiro.

The priest thought he was as rough and stupid as ordinary pirates, but the priest was wrong. Victarion was rough on the surface, but secretly meticulous, and very intelligent. Victarion possessed all the schemes, intrigues, black bellies, compromise, forbearance, violent bloodlust, and slaughter.

From his submission to Euron Crow's Eye, giving up the struggle for the Seastone Chair, and honoring Euron Crow's Eye as the King of the Iron Islands, it can be seen his forbearance and scheming at that time. Theon and Asha handled it differently, and as a result, they were exiled and fled.

"Your Majesty, please accept my Dragon Horn." Victarion knelt on one knee and raised the Dragon Horn high with both hands.

The Dragon Horn was neither gold nor jade, and shone like a beautiful jade in the sunlight. On the gilded surface of the horn, there were circles of faint black smoke and dragon-shaped ripples formed by flames. Little Devil and the others looked at the Dragon Horn held high in Victarion's hands, everyone's eyes focused and shocked.

The horn was the length of a long dagger, small and exquisite, beautiful and magnificent, and it was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary object.

There were many words on the Dragon Horn - ancient Valyrian dragon-riding spells, each word was golden jade in color.

Daenerys took the Dragon Horn. The Dragon Horn was warm and smooth, as if it were alive, as if it were a life with body temperature. She looked at the Dragon Horn carefully, her hands trembling slightly, and she could no longer control her excitement. She could recognize some of the words in it. She knew that these ancient words were ancient Valyrian, and she also understood that with the Dragon Horn and the dragon-riding spells, she would no longer be afraid of the black dragon being disobedient.

In the past, dragons were as difficult to tame as wild beasts, and Daenerys relied on her own exploration. She was the blood of the Unburnt and was not afraid of dragonfire attacks, which brought her convenience and advantages in taming dragons. If it were not for the blood of the Unburnt, she would have been burned to death by the dragonfire spewed out by the dragons if she had explored taming dragons alone without understanding the dragon-riding spells. With the Dragon Horn and the spells, she could control the three dragons at will and turn the violent and impulsive black dragon, who refused to listen to her mother, into an obedient boy.

"I am very sorry that I cannot read the words on the horn." There was no hint of regret in Daenerys' tone, only surprise. She would copy the words and then ask the knowledgeable grand scholars and respected wise men for advice, word by word, at a high price. As long as she understood the pronunciation and meaning of each word and connected them in order, she could unlock all the secrets of the Dragon Horn.

Marqiro recognized these ancient Valyrian words, but he did not step forward to show his talent. The Mother of Dragons had already kept him, and he had achieved his goal of assisting the Mother of Dragons in learning to use the Dragon Horn and the spells, and everything was no longer a problem.