Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Soaring with the Dragon

Viserys's voice was hoarse and weak, but it revealed a determination that could not be refused.

"Roar…"

Wormithor was attracted by the shout, and his cold vertical eyes locked on the Targaryen who was trying to order him.

Viserys was breathing rapidly and looked at him without hiding.

Occasionally, I can still hear my heart beating violently in my chest.

A flash of anger flashed across Wormisor's vertical pupils, the huge dragon head poked out, and the dragon's kiss spurted scorching heat waves.

 “You all move away, don't be affected!” Viserys suddenly had an idea and shouted suddenly.

next moment.

The dragon head kept approaching, and the dragon guards surrounding him were blown away by the heat wave and couldn't open their eyes, and were roughly knocked away by the giant beast.

The strength of an adult dragon is unmatched. Even with a slight shake of its head, more than a dozen dragon guards were knocked away and fell to death like kittens and puppies.

 In an instant, Wormisor opened his dragon's kiss, and his anger regained the upper hand.

 “Hiss!”

Viserys was dizzy and struggled to open his eyes.

At the critical moment, Viserys's mind went blank, and his desire to survive outweighed his cowardice and hesitation.

Wormithor's head just broke through the defense line and approached Viserys infinitely, barely staying a few meters away.

Viserys was facing the dragon's kiss with intertwined fangs, and a hot and fishy wind blew towards his face, causing him to stagger, and his long silver hair flew randomly.

 Viserys breathed heavily, stared at the dragon in front of him with drowsy pupils, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "Vormithor, surrender to your king!"

 His eyes looked back and forth between the dragon and inside and outside the grotto, but he never saw the shadow of his third son Aemond.

 One person and one dragon looked at each other, and the dragon-shaped mark was reflected in the cold vertical pupils of the giant bronze dragon.

With a crisp popping sound, the buttons on the silk nightgown fell apart and were blown away by the strong wind like a kite with broken strings.

 Suddenly encountering the furious Wormisor, he had an arrow on the string and had no choice but to fire it.

Wormisor tilted his head slightly, and the doubts in his vertical pupils deepened.

 He didn't know why he shouted like this.

In the shadow that was invisible to others, a pair of cold vertical pupils the size of a copper bell blinked rapidly, and an old man with silver-blond hair and a long beard was reflected in the depth of the pupils.

 He raised his palms high, mobilizing the remaining magic power in his blood, closed his eyes and roared: "Wormisor, shut your mouth!"

What caught his eye was a pair of cold vertical pupils and a giant bronze beast with a long neck.

Magic power poured into the palm one after another, and the pale palm quickly turned red, outlining a dragon-shaped mark.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the blood in his body boiled, and waves of heat surged into his raised palms.

 For a long time, the wind and waves were calm.

 It's this weird feeling again, familiar yet strange.

Seeing the tragic death of the guard, Viserys was anxious and angry, and shouted again: "Wormithor, be quiet!"

Viserys closed his eyes tightly, and his body collapsed under the weight. He was supported by the dragon guards who crowded behind him, and he managed to hold on for a breath without fainting.

Viserys' face turned pale, the magic power in his blood was short, and the dragon mark was instantly extinguished.

　　From the other party, he felt an inexplicable attraction.

It mistakenly thinks that the other person wants to tame it, just like the silver-haired kid before.

Wormisor remained unmoved, like a cold-blooded butcher, and his roar continued for a long time.

Taking advantage of the dragon's momentary pause, Viserys's mind was flooded with thoughts, and he spoke with difficulty: "Wormithor, where is my child?"

Wormithor lay prone on the ground, his wings supporting the steep rock climb, his vertical eyes staring at Viserys full of scrutiny.

 But he just wanted to shout like this to make the dragon in front of him be more honest.

  The dragon-shaped mark reappeared, accompanied by a roar that occupied Vormisol's vision and hearing.

The old man has a resolute face, and even though he is aging, he can still see his heroic spirit from his straight back.

It didn't understand the Targaryen's question in front of it.

Wormisor roared in a low voice, crawling slowly, and the dragon's head was always pointed at the person in front of him under the influence of his neck.

The dragon's snout opened wide, Vormisor glared angrily, and let out a deafening roar.

Wormisor's angry movements paused, and a flash of doubt flashed across his violent and brutal vertical pupils.

His original intention of landing on Dragonstone was to tame a dragon.

"Roar…"

 He has learned the "Forbidden Curse" and can barely mobilize the few magic powers in his blood.

 The wisdom of dragons is not inferior to that of humans, but communication between the two parties is a problem.

 Its first and only current master was Jaehaerys the Human King.

Jaehaerys' sister Rhaena placed a dragon egg in her brother's cradle.

 The dragon hatched from the dragon egg is Vermisor.

One person and one dragon knew each other from the moment they were born, and have been together for 69 years through countless hardships and dangers.

 “Hiss!”

Recalling the driver who had passed away long ago, Wormisor was filled with rage, raised his head and let out a roar, and the golden dragon flames streaked across the dark night.

　　When he lowered his head again, his vertical pupils became more scrutinizing, and Dragon Kiss ignored Viserys and thrust it in front of him.

 “Wormisor.”

Viserys was unable to retreat. He waved his hand to drive away the Dragon Guard, standing alone with his knees weak.

Wormisor's nasty front-arch dragon kiss hit his nose hard.

Viserys turned his head to avoid the heat, and the dragon's kiss hit his chest, forcing him to stagger back a few steps.

Wormisor's vertical pupils flashed with amusement, and the dragon's kiss that pressed closer and closer gradually overflowed with golden dragon flames.

 It intends to give the other party a chance to ride on the dragon's back, provided that it can gain its approval.

　　The person chooses the dragon, and the dragon chooses the person.

Wormithor came into contact with Aemond and Viserys successively, but the senses given to it by the father and son were very different.

The silver-haired kid looked at it with eyes full of desire, which was the weak's endless pursuit to become stronger.

 But Wormisor is inherently strong, and it is unwilling to lend its power to a weak person to satisfy the weak's trivial wishes.

  "Roar..."    Wormisor's throat rolled, and he stared at Viserys coldly with his vertical pupils.

From the Targaryen in front of him, he felt the majesty and dominance of a king.

 Even though this feeling is very rare, it is less than one-tenth of its previous driver.

  But if one of the conditions for being strong and being a king is met, you can give it a try.

Viserys finally stopped. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dragon flames accumulated in the ferocious dragon's kiss, and his heart suddenly rang with alarm bells.

Having had a training experience, he knew that he must not show fear when facing a giant dragon.

Viserys cocked his neck and stared at the dragon's vertical pupils, trying his best to show his fearless side.

　Time passes bit by bit...

Viserys was sweating and shaking.

  Dan's eyes were always fixed on Womisol, with a shadow of a bronze giant reflected in the depths of his pupils.

Wormithor extinguished the dragon flames and crept quietly on the ground. Jaehaerys's figure disappeared in his vertical pupils, and the shadow of Viserys gradually appeared.

 The reflection appears very slowly, with only a scrawled upper body.

"Roar…"

Wormisor roared muffledly, swung the dragon's head irritably, and raised up billowing dust.

 “Wormisor, take me flying around.”

At this moment, Viserys gasped and spoke, approaching the dragon unsteadily.

 He saw Wormisor's intention.

Since it didn't hurt him and didn't fly away directly, he had to ride on the back of the dragon.

Viserys ignored Vormithor's restlessness. As soon as they got close to each other, he put his palms on the scales of the dragon's neck and began to climb.

 “Your Majesty.”

 Two loyal dragon guards hurried back, daring to help the king climb onto the dragon's back.

Viserys' face darkened and he scolded: "Step back, I'm not useless enough to need someone else to push my butt!"

 Long Wei's movements stimulated him, and a surge of strength came out of nowhere in his body, and he successfully climbed up with quick hands and feet.

 “Hiss!”

The moment he climbed onto the dragon's back, Wormisor raised his head and roared, his broad brown wings flapped, and he kicked off the ground with both feet and quickly rose into the air.

The dragon suddenly flew, and Viserys almost fell. His upper body lay on the dragon's neck, and his hands tightly grasped the scales on his back.

 Wormisor had no saddle or fixed ropes on his body, so he could only stretch his limbs as much as possible and use the swaying scales on his back to reduce wind resistance.

  Thanks to the tiny scars on the thick scales of Wormisor, Viserys's feet were stuck in two small gaps not far apart, barely able to stabilize his figure.

Boom—

Wormisor didn't plan to simply find a driver. He spread his wings and flew, spewing out golden dragon flames, and plunged in.

"ah!…"

Viserys raised his head to meet the dragon flames, shouting as if to vent his anger.

Scorching stinging pain spread all over his body, his messy long hair and beard were set on fire, and several holes were burned out of the remaining pajamas.

Soon, one person and one dragon passed through the blazing dragon flames.

Viserys trembled all over, his head buried among his scales, his skin all red.

 Ordinary people would have been burned into cokes long ago if they experienced dragon flames.

 But he is a Targaryen and is naturally resistant to fire.

The dragon flames of Vermithor are indeed scorching, but not as difficult as the smoke-like dragon flames of Glutton.

One man and one dragon flew very fast, and the dragon flames were blocked by Vermisor's dragon head and back scales, indirectly protecting Viserys.

As he breathed through the dragon's flames, Viserys' skin was only burned, and his beard and hair were ignited.

 Below, the dragon guards saw the king being taken away by the dragon with their own eyes, and they were as panicked as a group of ants.

 “You, you return to the castle to report the news, and the rest of you will follow me to pursue His Majesty.”

A dragon guard commander pointed out two people one after another to report the news, and led the remaining men to chase the dragon.

Within a moment, they turned into birds and beasts and scattered.

 The dragon and the people have left, and the deep grotto has returned to deathly silence.

Suddenly, there was a sporadic sound of footsteps coming from the grotto, accompanied by a panting and humming sound.

With the help of the scattered torches of the Dragon Guard, the disheveled Aemond struggled to hold on to the stone wall and ran out of the grotto.

 At this time, he was no longer as energetic as when he first entered the grotto.

 His clothes were in tatters, and his elbows and knees were scratched, revealing **** scratches.

The only thing left on his body is a green cloak with holes, but he can still look past it.

Emond endured the pain, ran out of the grotto and looked around, feeling chilled when he saw the mess all over the ground.

Looking up at the night sky, a majestic dragon shadow shoots straight into the sky, spraying out golden dragon flames.

 “Wormisor!…”

Seeing the dragon fly away, Aemond roared unwillingly, his voice full of tears.

 That's the dragon he likes! The dragon used to change destiny!

 “Asshole! I won't give in!”

Aemond shouted angrily, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and rushed into the grotto again.

 He remembered that there was more than one dragon in Longshan.

 Without Wormisor, there is also its companion Silver Wing.

As soon as he turned around, a huge shadow fell from the night, covering the top of the grotto.

 Aemond just kept his head down and ran, unaware.

 “Hiss…”

A dragon's roar as sharp as a needle suddenly appeared, and the shadow suddenly descended and pounced on the silver-haired child in front of the deep grotto.

 A strong wind blew from behind, and Aemond looked back in astonishment, his eyes widening in horror.

"don't want!…"

 (End of this chapter)

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