"Roar!"
Silverwing glanced at him sideways, and slowly climbed up with his huge body, spreading his wings to attack.
The command was issued in High Valyrian, with a majesty that could not be refused.
And this tough attitude stimulated the dragon's rebellious psychology.
Aemon's face was firm, and he shouted again: "Stop the fight, Silverwing!"
Every dragon awakened from its slumber was full of anger.
If you want to appease, you must not be afraid.
"Hiss!!"
Silverwing's pupils were cold, and he roared angrily at the silver-haired boy, opening his dragon mouth to accumulate dragon flames.
Aemon was face to face with it and could clearly see the shape of the dragon flame.
The orange-yellow flame mixed with silver-gray gathered in a vortex on the dragon's upper jaw.
"No! No dragon flame!"
Aemon's blood was boiling, and his voice drowned out the dragon's low roar.
"Roar?"
Silverwing tilted his head over the dragon's head, and his nostrils flared vigorously, as if he smelled a familiar smell.
There are partners, offspring...
and there is also a sweet smell similar to that of the previous driver, which is connected by blood.
After a slight hesitation, the dragon flame in his throat subsided.
"Don't panic, Silverwing!"
Aemon raised one hand high and walked forward cautiously: "Come with me and see the sky outside."
"Roar!"
Silverwing blinked his vertical pupils slightly, stretched his slender neck, and moved his dragon head closer to the silver-haired boy.
The movement was gentle and the attitude was friendly.
Aemon thought so, and smiled and quickened his pace.
"Hiss!!"
Silverwing suddenly turned his face and hit the silver-haired boy's chest with his dragon kiss, directly hitting a parabola.
Damn guy, dare to wake it up when it sleeps.
Don't think about cheating again.
Plop!
Aemon's eyes went dark, and the familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him. He fell to the gravel ground like a kite with a broken string.
"Cough cough..."
His head was buzzing, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
After a long time, he slowly got up from the ground.
"Hiss, what a ruthless move!"
Aemon felt dizzy and shook his head.
Thanks to [Solid as a Rock], he would have been seriously injured if not dead.
"Roar!?"
Silverwing's pupils widened, wondering if the silver-haired boy could still get up, and his dragon head was lowered almost to the ground.
At first glance, it looked like a curious cat.
Aemon took two steps forward and laughed dumbly: "Are you satisfied now?"
It is indeed an adult dragon.
Even if it has a good temper, it cannot be provoked.
You should know that during the "Blood Seeding", there were at least 80 dragon species that died in the mouths of the dragon couple, Vormithor and Silverwing.
It is not as docile as the rumors say, and anyone can ride it.
"Roar!"
Silverwing did not believe in evil, and the dragon head slowly approached, and arched lightly and quickly.
Aemon opened his arms and let the female dragon arch around.
The panel prompt sound came to his ears early.
"Discover a creature with special magic, and get +100 essence."
Call up the personal panel.
[Aemon Targaryen]
Talent: Dreamer (gold) Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (41.5%)
Skills: Binding Charm "Crippled" (proficient), Archery (Always Hitting the Target), Empty Hands (skilled)...
Magic Cards: Strong Body (blue), Solid as a Rock·Intermediate (purple), King's Temperament (purple) Equipment: Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious beast)
Comment: "The bloodline is steadily improving. You can try to study advanced dragon-riding skills."
Plop!
Silverwing arched three times in a row and knocked the man to the ground.
Aemon lay down and played badly, and the depression in his chest dissipated completely.
He got 100 essence points for free, and the purity of his bloodline increased by 5%.
This trip to Dragon Mountain is a sure win.
"Hey, why is there no movement?"
Aemon waited for a long time and was not harassed.
When he turned around, he saw a sewage canal with dragon excrement. He shuddered.
Fortunately, he didn't fall into it, otherwise it would be stinking.
"Roar!"
The dragon's roar came again, with more profound meaning and less lively and agitated.
Aemon propped himself up and looked up to see Silverwing in front of him.
Silverwing's head was lowered, and its huge body was crawling on the ground, revealing the ebony saddle on its back.
Aemon was stunned when he saw this, and then he laughed.
It seems that he has been recognized by the third dragon.
"Follow me, Silverwing!"
Aemon didn't ask for trouble by riding, leaving behind a swift and resolute back.
Silverwing tilted its head to express confusion.
But seeing it leave, he instinctively chose to follow.
Boom -
a pair of silver wings supported the ground, and the huge body was shining with metallic luster, like a war beast.
The total length is more than 50 meters, similar to the second-generation dragon Dreamfire and the third-generation dragon Meleys.
It is not known for its size, but it is both gorgeous and rich.
...
In the cave, Vormithor was lying in a ball.
"Look who I brought out, big guy!"
Aemon trudged through the mud with a smile on his face.
"Roar!"
Vormithor opened his vertical pupils, glanced at the driver, and kept an eye on the deep tunnel.
Rumble——
a silver-grey dragon followed closely, and its head slowly emerged from the shadows.
Vormithor's pupils suddenly shrank, and the bronze scales on his body stood up.
Silverwing's pupils were indifferent, and his appearance was fierce and elegant.
"Let's go out for a stroll."
Aemon climbed up the dragon's back along the rope ladder with great expectations.
"Roar?"
Seeing this scene, Silverwing opened his dragon mouth, and his sharp fangs showed his annoyance.
Vormithor growled and turned around to crawl towards the cave entrance.
"Fly, Vormithor!"
Aemon was keenly aware of the strangeness of the dragon under his crotch and gave a command to test it.
"Hiss--"
Vormithor jumped down from the cave entrance without hesitation.
Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt the strong wind blowing, and couldn't help but cheer.
"Dragon Flame!!"
Subconsciously, he gave the command.
Vormithor dived into the sky, and his huge dragon mouth spewed out dragon flames, breaking through the thick clouds.
"Hiss!"
Silverwing followed closely behind, flapping his silver wings to chase.
Vormithor's pupils were cold, and he lowered his head to avoid the bronze dragon flames, and dived down at high speed.
Aemon closed his eyes tightly, and his long silver-gold hair fluttered in the wind.
"Hahaha."
He could still laugh.
"Hiss!"
Silverwing crashed into the dragon flames, and the metallic color of his scales became brighter, and he let out a melodious and sharp dragon roar.
Aemon shook his head and opened his eyes a little.
He found that Silverwing loved to sing.
He soared and neighed, which was somewhat similar to Caraxes who was used to intimidating enemies with sharp calls.
...
Stone Drum Tower.
Hearing the roar of the dragon, Rhaenyra hurried to the front yard to watch.
Then she saw two giant dragons, one bronze and one silver-gray, entwined and dancing in the high-altitude clouds.
"Dragon Flame!!"
Aemon's voice suddenly sounded, giving an order.
"Hiss--"
Vormithor raised his head and roared, and the bright copper flames sprayed wantonly.
"Hiss!"
Silverwing followed suit, spewing out a vortex of dragon flames, and his body swayed flexibly from side to side.
Rhaenyra was surprised: "Great, he succeeded."
Not only did he awaken Silverwing, but he could also make it fly with him and order it to spit out dragon flames.
This was no different from controlling a dragon.
"Hiss~~"
Syrax crawled from behind, looked up at the two dragons and roared.
It was as if he was announcing his existence.
...
At the foot of the Dragon Mountain.
Boom--
Vormithor and Silverwing flew over one after another, sweeping up gusts of strong wind.
Aemon closed his eyes and quietly established a connection with the two dragons.
After the blood was purified to more than 40%, there was an additional inspiration in the dark.
It seemed that as long as he wanted, he could deepen his bond with the dragon.
It was not the kind of telepathic induction when fighting with dragons.
It was a kind of weak connection that sensed each other's body and mind at all times.
Just like now, he could feel the strong flame in Vormithor's heart, which would burn and destroy without reason once it erupted.
In the past, it was still words and actions to appease it.
But now, it is enough to use the collision of hearts.
"Hiss!"
Silverwing flew above the heads of a man and a dragon, without establishing any connection, but flew with them instinctively.
One is a partner, and the other is very attractive.
This is why it did not leave.
The two dragons flew side by side, immediately attracting countless eyes.
The rocky back mountain of Dragon Mountain.
A skinny dragon with a brown mud body and ugly appearance was eating.
"Hiss?"
The dragon was attracted by the roar and looked up vigilantly.
The dragon mouth held a charred sheep carcass with blood streaks and threw it away with the action.
One of the three wild dragons on Dragonstone Island.
The ugliest appearance, the dragon wings are like devil claws, and it is a freak who often steals and eats sheep.
It is called "sheep thief" by the residents of the island.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief's pupils were flexible, and his nostrils twitched slightly. He followed the scent of the two dragons.
He wanted to see what was going on.
If the two dragons left, Dragon Mountain would be his lair.
And there was another terrorist who shared the same idea.
A remote corner of Dragon Mountain.
Crack, crack...
the harsh noise of stones being crushed, scratches left by the hard rocks.
"Roar..."
A thick, long and powerful dragon tail covered with black scales flashed by.
Just looking at the tail, it must be quite large.
The behemoth quietly entered Dragon Mountain, and faint sounds of sniffing could be heard, looking for delicious food.
...
At noon.
Aemon drove Vormithor and led Silverwing to fly out of Dragonstone Island and soar over Blackwater Bay.
"Hiss!"
Silverwing was very happy and especially liked to fly everywhere.
One person and two dragons soared for a long time, and reluctantly returned to Dragonstone Island.
Boom -
as soon as they returned to the island, an explosion sounded halfway up Dragon Mountain.
A dark green flame like smoke and mist rushed out of the mountain, just like a wildfire exploding.
"Hiss!!"
A mud dragon screamed and rushed out in panic.
Its body was stained with dark green dragon flames, emitting a rotten stench.
"Is it a wild dragon?"
Aemon was stunned for a moment, grabbing the handle and not rushing to land.
Vormithor smelled the stench, and his copper-bright vertical pupils flashed a fierce look, looking around for the damned fellow.
At the same time.
A huge monster as black as carbon crawled out of the cave, its claws tightly grasped the rock, hiding in the dark green dragon flame.
Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly and vaguely saw a vague outline emerging in the dark green dragon flame.
Swish!
Suddenly, a pair of green vertical pupils full of cunning, coldness, and evil appeared, staring at him coldly.
"Hiss! Hiss!"
The wing membrane of the sheep thief's wings burned sporadic holes, and it wailed and was about to fall.
The green vertical pupils turned to stare at it, revealing the desire to eat.
In an instant, the bloodthirsty instinct overcame reason.
"Hiss--"
a black shadow rushed out and pounced on the frightened mud dragon.
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