Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Soon, Aemon found a large cave full of vines based on the scene in his dream.

There was no reason.

A faint familiarity, plus a trace of inexplicable fear.

"Squeak."

The golden-nosed rat crawled out of the bag, sniffing around with its golden nose.

Aemon put it on the ground, took off the bag, bent down and said, "You go, wait for me to come out."

Dragon training is too dangerous, there is no need to bring this little thing.

"Squeak?"

The golden-nosed rat was reluctant, and its head arched hard into the palm of its master's hand.

How could a rat be afraid of death.

"Be obedient, the dragon flame will roast you."

Aemon's eyebrows were gentle, and he pushed it: "Hurry up and take my precious bag."

"Squeak~"

The golden-nosed rat was reluctant to leave, and its little mouth picked up the bag strap and ran away, looking back every three steps.

Aemon smiled and watched the little thing slip away.

He was not 100% sure about dragon training.

Dragons are dangerous, especially those with violent temperaments.

According to the family's dragon training history, most of them were completed in their teens, and a few were completed in adulthood.

For example, his great uncle Viserys and his father Daemon.

As the bloodline of "Brave Baelon", the two brothers both trained dragons after the age of 20.

Daemon was even later, taming "Bloodworm" Caraxes in 105AC, when he was already 24 years old.

In this regard, only "Cruel Maegor" can match.

"Cheer up, don't lose face!"

Aemon patted his face, more serious than ever before.

Then, he strode into the cave.

Click!

Lighting a spare torch, Aemon squinted slightly to adapt to the dark environment.

Taking a few steps, the gravel under his feet rolled.

Aemon looked around and found that the inside and outside of the cave had changed greatly.

The naturally formed karst cave, with milky white stalactites hanging overhead.

Against the background of the flames, it reflected a hazy halo.

It can be said to be a different world.

"He's in, stop him!"

Suddenly, the urgent shouts of the elderly dragon tamer came from outside the cave.

Aemon turned back suddenly and saw a few flames flickering at the entrance of the cave.

Without waiting any longer,

Aemon's eyes were stern and he rushed deep into the cave.

There were footsteps behind him and the low voice of the old dragon keeper.

"There are two ownerless dragons sleeping in the cave. Don't wake them up rashly!"

But no one would listen.

In a short time, the small figure had already disappeared into the darkness.

Time passed by.

Deep in the cave.

Aemon rushed all the way and noticed that the environment began to change.

The naturally formed cave wall showed traces of artificial excavation, and the ground turned into a hard and heavy stone slab.

Correspondingly, the temperature rose rapidly.

Aemon ran for more than ten meters, sweating profusely and panting.

It didn't feel like a cave, but more like an underground fire vein close to Dragonmont.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and bypassed a wide fork in the road.

Immediately, the space suddenly became clear.

The stalactites on the top of the cave disappeared, turning into an empty and deep cave.

The stone slabs under his feet were laid forward all the way, expanding into a platform at the bottom of the cave.

"Where is this?"

Aemon paused, feeling inexplicably familiar.

Looking left and right, a row of thick stone pillars stood along the entrance of the platform.

It was somewhat similar in style to the stone wall inlaid with a natural furnace in his dream.

It was solemn and dignified, making people feel depressed.

Aemon's mind turned, and he realized that this was the end.

"Then, it's time to try to wake up the dragon."

And the method of awakening, Dreamfyre taught him that time.

Aemon cleared his throat, mustered up the courage to move forward slowly, humming the Valyrian ballad:

"Swallowing flames, riding wings."

"Standing with two heads, singing to three."

"By my voice, the words of fire."

The voice was clear and childish, and the melody was soft and melodious, echoing in the dark cave.

Aemon walked while humming and came to the edge of the platform.

This is the "Dragon Song" to awaken the dragon, using the High Valyrian to communicate with the dragon and establish a spiritual connection button.

"Blood magic, the sacrifice has been paid."

Aemon bent down, put down the conspicuous torch, and kept his eyes on the darkness.

Snap!

The torch fell to the ground, making a noise different from the childish humming.

At this moment.

There was a slight warm breeze in the air, and a great pressure swept over the whole body, with a feeling of impending disaster.

Aemon's body froze, realizing that the test had come.

Indistinctly, the darkness quietly surged, and it seemed that a vague outline emerged.

Through the weak firelight, a copper halo was reflected.

"The words of fire, supplemented by bright eyes."

Aemon suppressed his uneasiness and looked at it without moving away.

Boom -

Suddenly, a huge dragon head rose from the ground, and the giant mouth with dense fangs opened, spewing sticky copper flames to the sky.

It was as if the hot magma surging underground suddenly erupted.

Aemon's breath was choked, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

The copper flame was the great horror in the dream.

With the help of the firelight, the rocks above his head burned hot and red, and the cave was as bright as day.

Finally, everything was seen clearly.

A huge dragon with bronze scales all over its body was crawling under the platform, and now it had a dragon head with a sharp horn crown.

The huge dragon's mouth, covered with bronze scales, continuously poured out bronze dragon flames.

It was like venting the rage in his heart after being suppressed for a long time.

Aemon's expression was blank, and his pair of purple eyes reflected the whole picture of the dragon.

He had only one thought in his mind.

The natural furnace in the dream was clearly the dragon's mouth in front of him.

The rolling copper water that swallowed him several times was the bronze dragon flame that looked like magma.

"Roar!"

The bronze dragon raised its head and roared, then slowly lowered its dragon head, staring at the silver-haired boy on the platform with a pair of bronze vertical pupils.

Aemon was stunned and chanted according to his instinct: "Destined to fly, free and beautiful."

He recognized the giant beast in front of him.

Vormithor, known as the "Bronze Fury", is the largest and perhaps the most ferocious adult dragon in the world besides Vhagar.

Vormithor shook his head gently, approached the dazed silver-haired boy, and showed a mouthful of sharp fangs.

It seemed to be a warning, but also seemed to reveal its true nature.

Aemon's heart was pounding, and he couldn't help but smile.

Opposite him was the most special dragon he had ever seen.

The messy fangs were different from any dragon with neat teeth.

The dragon's mouth was covered with bronze scales, leaving a downward slanting scar on the upper jaw.

Under the extremely majestic appearance, it showed an arrogant and domineering attitude.

"Too perfect."

Aemon fell in love at first sight. Facing the giant beast with bared fangs, he forgot what fear was.

This is the dragon that Targaryen should control.

Suddenly, there was a noise behind.

The dragon handlers and guards all ran over and stood at the entrance of the platform.

"No!"

The old dragon handler was so scared that his legs softened and he almost fell.

The prince actually woke up Wormisor.

This is the worst outcome.

In the smoking cave of Dragonmont, two ownerless dragon companions are sleeping.

Wormisor has a manic temperament and will not show mercy to anyone who disturbs him.

Moreover, it protected its partner very well, blocking the gentle dragon deeper in the cave.

If anyone came to offend, they would be hit by dragon flames at the first time.

"Prince!"

Eric hurried over, his black robe in disarray.

The other party was outnumbered, so he did not stop them.

"Roar!"

Vormithor's pupils suddenly shrank, his fangs stood up, and a pair of wide wings were placed on the platform.

Seeing this, Aemon suddenly woke up and turned back and shouted: "Ser, get out of the way!"

Eric was stunned when he heard the words, and hurriedly fell down as ordered.

The others were dumbfounded when they saw it.

Aemon did not meddle in other people's business and dodged.

He knew.

These people angered the dragon and were about to pay the price.

"Hiss--"

Vormithor roared, and opened his mouth to spit out a blazing copper dragon flame.

"Lie down!"

The old dragon keeper was experienced and held an assistant to the ground.

The next second.

Boom!

The bright copper dragon flame sprayed at the cave entrance above, and the hard stone melted quickly, turning into pools of lava dripping with dragon flame.

Several guards did not obey the order and stood there stupidly.

The lava fell off and smashed them to the ground, burning them and their armor into slag.

"Ah!!"

A young dragon keeper who was chasing actively failed to dodge in time and was hit by a pool of lava on his shoulder, and he screamed miserably.

In the painful wailing, his chest was burned empty.

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