Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 319

Chapter 319 Dragons Dance Together

 “Hiss…”

Noticing the silver-haired boy's burning eyes, the sheep thief became more and more complacent, and the pair of vertical pupils in the sunken eye sockets showed scrutiny.

 Seems like he is thinking about whether to give the other person a chance to have himself.

As soon as the thought came up, the lean body swayed slightly, and the thick **** skin on the brown scales plowed deep grooves into the ground.

Aemond was not in the mood to waste time with this mud dragon, and shouted angrily: "When you are full, leave by yourself, and don't come to me again!"

 He wants to tame a majestic and powerful dragon.

 Even if you miss Vermithor, you should try to contact Silverwing instead of this mud dragon with a bad character.

 When he thought about how he was abducted by sheep thieves, he couldn't restrain his grief and anger. Aemond turned around and left with his head hanging down.

　　He sneaked out, and now that he has failed to tame the dragon, he still doesn't know what kind of scolding he will face from his mother and what kind of ridicule he will face from Aegon.

 “Hiss…”

The Sheep Stealer may seem ugly in appearance, but in fact, its body structure is different from that of ordinary dragons.

Eamond was annoyed and subconsciously wanted to curse.

The sheep thief neighed and stared at the back of the silver-haired boy with his head tilted.

Aemond turned around in panic, and saw the mud dragon hanging over his head, with its fangs exposed and its dragon's kiss holding the cloak.

The other person spoke neither Dragon Taming Language nor High Valyrian, so it couldn't understand why.

　　When the young dragon was often hindered by shepherds and sheepdogs from stealing sheep, it would have this negative emotion.

 The dragon's scales are hard and reliable, and continue to thicken with age.

 “Hiss…”

Before he had gone far, the roar of the mud dragon sounded from behind, accompanied by a roaring wind with flapping wings.

 “Sheep thief!…”

The sheep thief spread his wide brown wings, lowered his head and held the silver-haired boy in his mouth, and shook the dragon's head evilly.

Its body is as skinny as wood, and from a distance it looks like a thick skeleton covered in mud.

The combination of these two factors makes the sheep thief look ugly with its skinny appearance, shriveled dragon head, and irregular brown mud-colored scales all over its body.

Aemond fell heavily onto the dragon's back, which was like a steel plate, and cursed dizzily.

 The brown scales are finely distributed, with a rough cuticle growing on them, mixed with mud to form a lumpy and uneven shell.

Aemond staggered and almost fell down, and the cloak tied behind him was blown to the top of his head.

 Under the covering of scales is fragile nervous tissue.

　　Unable to understand what the silver-haired boy was saying, the sheep thief was not interested either. He neighed and spread his wings and flew high.

Later on, when he entered his sub-adult age, people and dogs who dared to stop him would be choked by it.

 It senses that there are many dragons over there, and there is no harm in getting close to the dragons.

 The body structure of the sheep thief is exactly the opposite.

 “Sheep thief, you scoundrel, let me go.”

Only this silver-haired boy stared at it with fiery eyes when they met for the first time, which greatly satisfied its vanity.

 He is going crazy, how on earth can this mud dragon let him go!

 “Hiss…”

 But emotionally, it seems to be full of disappointment.

Aemond walked forward in silence, not caring about the darkness of the night.

 Once the scales are broken, the dragon will suffer extraordinary pain.

 After a few times, stealing sheep became much smoother.

There was a tearing sound from the green cloak, and then his feet left the ground, and his body hung uncontrollably.

Um…

The sheep thief neighed in a low voice, a flash of cunning flashed through his vertical pupils, and he raised his head and threw the silver-haired boy onto his back.

The wild dragon's career lasted for more than 70 years, and the surrounding creatures looked at it with eyes full of fear and malice.

 “Hiss…”

Just in time, a fiery red meteor streaked across the night sky. The sheep thief turned around with his vertical pupils wary, then turned around and headed towards the black stone mountain where humans live.

 Because he felt that his future was darker than the night.

 “Sheep thief, stop it!” Aemond screamed.

Hence, ordinary dragons will develop strong muscles to ensure that even if their scales are severely damaged, their bodies can still maintain adaptability.

“Wormisor flew away, and Longshan still has a silver wing..."

 The real purpose is to survive.

 “Hiss…”

 The dragons on the left and right are of average strength and cannot hurt it.

 “Sheep thief, where are you taking me!?”

Eamond finally grasped a piece of mud-like back scale, and asked loudly in shock and fear.

 “Hiss…”

The sheep thief responded with a strange neighing sound, his body flying up and down, deliberately rubbing against the silver-haired boy on his back.

the other side.

 Red meteors flashed across, startling Wormisor, who was soaring above the clouds.

Viserys sensed Wormisor's agitation, struggled to get up, and tried his best to comfort him: "It's just a shooting star, let's go back to the castle first."

He has tamed Vormisor, and it's time to return to his family.

"Roar…"

Wormisor roared low, obediently rushed down from the clouds, and soared towards the Black Stone Castle in the distance.

 It was very fast and arrived with the driver in a short time.

 “Hiss!”

Without the need for the driver to say anything, Wormisor roared with all his might like a declaration, circled twice in a row around the castle, and then slowly landed in the clearing on the edge of the cliff.

  The roar of the bronze beast caused a great response.

People in the Stone Drum Tower ran out of the castle gate one after another and came to the cliff near the coast. Everyone knew that someone had tamed Wormithor, but they didn't know whether the person riding on the dragon's back was Viserys, Aemond, or a dragon from some island.

"Roar…"

 Wormisor was lying on the ground, his cold vertical eyes scanning the approaching crowd.

 “Womisole, they are my family.”

Viserys was pleased that the dragon was protecting him, and chuckled as he explained.

 Speaking, he rubbed the rough bronze scales a few times, picked a lower position and slowly climbed down the dragon's back.

 “Viserys, it was you who tamed this dragon!”

Allison, who was dressed in green, was the first to rush to her husband, staring at the bronze dragon with timid eyes.

 She has been educated as a lady since she was a child, and she does not like dangerous dragons.

As a girl, Rhaenyra invited her friend Allison to ride on Sylaxon many times, but she would find excuses to decline.

 In the blink of an eye, Rhaenyra, Daemon and others also hurried over, looking at Wormisor in surprise.

No one expected that the seemingly weak father and brother could actually tame such a violent beast.

 “Alison, you should be proud of me.”

Viserys smiled proudly and couldn't help but step forward and hug his wife.

The thrills he experienced tonight were more than those in the previous half of his life combined.

Allison raised his hands helplessly, wanting to be gentle but not knowing where to start, and said incoherently: "Viserys, you smell so strong."

 After saying this, she regretted it and spoke her mind openly.

Viserys didn't think anything was wrong. He lowered his head and sniffed his body, pretending to be disgusted and said, "I'm covered in stinky sweat, and I still have the stench of a dragon queen."

 While he was talking, he saw his younger brother Damon and a group of children.

　　 Patting his wife on the back, Viserys relaxed his arms with satisfaction and asked teasingly: "Do I smell very strong?"

 “Hahaha~”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, which seemed to show off.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes cutely, stepped forward to hug her father, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth: "Father, congratulations."

 She was worried about her father's safety, but she was even happier for him at the moment.

　　Not because my father could tame the powerful Wormisor, but because my father abandoned the idea of ​​trying to please and laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Da Meng led his two daughters forward and said with a complicated expression: "Brother, should I say it is the family's honor to see you riding a dragon again in my lifetime?"

 “Perhaps.” Viserys's smile did not fade.

A dragon roar as dull as a bell came from afar, and the dark dragon shadow passed through the billowing dark clouds and soared over the castle.

"Roar…"

Wormisor's eyes were fierce, staring at the night and grinning a dragon's kiss.

 “Wormisor, the struggle is over.”

Viserys spoke soothingly, his words calm and firm.

 He read the heart of Wormisor, a violent and irritable beast.

Before tonight, this was his stereotype of dragons, and he was disgusted with them.

However, at this time, he is willing to help the other person calm down his emotions and awaken his reason.

Wormisor glanced at the driver, suppressed the anger in his heart, and simply closed his vertical pupils to avoid seeing.

 “Hiss…”

At this moment, another sharp hiss sounded, coming from the direction of the long steps of the stone bridge.

Boom—

Gluttony was the first to land, his sturdy feet firmly stepped on the grass on the cliff, and he folded his wings that were whipped up by the strong wind.

 “Hiss!”

"Roar…"

 “Hiss…”

As soon as the glutton landed, the four dragons that had originally flown back to the castle began to scream in panic again.

This time, they did not flee, but instead hovered in the sky and looked back and forth.

Glutton landed on the south side of the cliff, and Wormisor lay prone on the north side.

The two dragons are clearly separated, with a large area in between.

 “Hiss…”

Menghuo neighed, flapped its light blue wings, and tentatively approached Wormisor.

Wormisor showed no reaction and remained motionless in his sleep.

 Sensing that nothing happened, Meng Huo landed not far from Wormisor cautiously, staring at the glutton with a pair of vertical pupils vigilantly.

 “Hiss…”

Seeing this situation, Yang Yan anxiously moved around and settled on the other side of Wormisol.

 The glutton glanced at the two dragons, his green vertical eyes filled with contempt.

 “Glutton, put me down.”

Rhaegar patted his dark scales in a funny way and climbed down the ladder onto the dragon's back.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the golden-scaled Syracuse slowly flew over and crawled behind the glutton about ten meters away.

 The pilots are close to each other. Even if the two dragons have different habits, they are still used to each other's presence.

 In the night sky, only Theselion was still circling in circles, screaming and daring not to land.

 The appearance of Wormisor broke the original dominance of the Glutton.

Two giant dragons divided the two sides. Menghuo and Yangyan did not dare to set foot in the middle area, subconsciously staying away from the dangerous glutton.

 Thessalyon was too young, unfamiliar with both sides, and was left alone.

 “Hiss…”

There was a sharp scream again from the long steps of the stone bridge, and a brown mud-colored mud dragon flew slowly over.

 (End of this chapter)

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