Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

With his pupils vertically blank, Vermithor rushed straight into the bronze dragon flames, which then engulfed his entire body.

Aemon would not sit still and wait for death, and thought of the only way to save him.

He called up the [Magic Essence Panel], and the card panel was filled with three useless cards, two green and one blue.

At this moment, the dragon flame rushed to his eyes.

Aemon remained calm and counted his breaths in his heart.

In a flash, 0:00 a.m. arrived, and the card panel was refreshed.

Buzz! The three cards spun wildly, and the white mist rolled and surged.

When the gorgeous light took shape, it turned into three new cards.

Aemon did not hesitate at all, and turned all the cards over three times in a row.

One white and two blue, the sky-like blue color is better than green.

[Constitution +1]: Safe and harmless physical enhancement.

[Sapphire Amulet]: Provides three magic shields to resist three high-level magic attacks.

[Solid as a Rock]: Bones harden like stone.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Aemon's mind was stretched to a line, and in an instant, three cards were connected and activated.

The white card shattered in an instant, turning into a milky white halo that rushed into the chest.

Two blue cards were cut off from it, and a water blue halo fell on the chest, condensing into a silver necklace inlaid with sapphires.

A dark blue halo drilled into the heart, pumping blood with every beat, flowing into the depths of the bone marrow, strengthening bone density, and cleansing the impurities in the marrow.

When the halo disappeared, the bones of the whole body underwent earth-shaking changes, and the blood flowed all over the body, subtly strengthening the hair, hair follicles, organs, etc., shaping the small body into a hard stone.

Boom! Aemon didn't have time to have extra emotions, and the bronze dragon flame rushed in his face, like a surging wave that swallowed him up without leaving an inch.

It's so hot!

It's like a purgatory!

Instantly, this thought occurred to Aemon, and there was no part of his body that was not in pain.

Buzz! The sapphire amulet on his chest activated, releasing a water-blue full-body shield that enveloped him.

Vermithor was extremely fast, and the ferocious dragon head rushed out of the dragon flame, lowered its head and was about to dive down.

Coincidentally, a bright moon rose into the sky and hung in the center of the night.

Snap! A water-blue halo flashed in the copper dragon flame, which lasted for a second and a half, like a broken mirror, and turned into dots of light that disappeared with the wind.

Aemon was at the edge of the dragon flame, and the terrifying high temperature hit again.

The sapphire amulet entered a cooling period and no longer provided a shield.

Aemon's heart seemed to stop, and the black robe and clothes on his body were instantly burned to ashes, and his skin was impacted.

"Fly!!"

At the moment of life and death, Aemon's heart was filled with madness, and his small body opened his arms.

There was no escape, so he embraced death.

"Hiss--"

Vermithor roared passionately, and his huge body dived down, completely out of the coverage of the copper dragon flame.

At this moment, it seemed to be baptized.

The vertical pupils flashed with divine light, and the bronze scales glowed with metallic luster. The whole dragon looked like a work of art made of bronze.

Flame!

It also brought him strength.

However, the world suddenly became quiet.

One second, two seconds...

This continued for several breaths. Except for the night breeze, there was only the heavy breathing of the dragon.

A trace of haze flashed across the vertical pupils of Vormithor, and he did not hear the young and ambitious voice of a child.

He flapped his wings and planned to leave the island.

"Fly, Vormithor!"

Suddenly, the familiar voice came again, with blood-pumping wildness.

Vormithor's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked back at the back slightly.

I saw the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back climb up again, facing the moonlight with his head held high and one arm raised high.

He is still alive!

"Haha, you can't kill me!"

Aemon laughed, showing the pleasure of surviving a disaster.

In the last period of time when he was immersed in the dragon's flame, he chose to put aside everything and resist the high temperature of the distorted air.

The panel automatically appears.

[Aemon Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (Gold) Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (33%)

Skills: Riding (Mastery), Archery (Great Mastery), Stupid Hands (Adept)…

Magic Cards: Solid as a Rock·Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple) Equipment: Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (Blue), White Deer (Auspicious Beast)

Comments: "The pure blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king, originating from blood and fire."

Aemon glanced at the [Bloodline Column] and turned over the card panel.

All three cards disappeared and turned into a supreme and precious red card.

[God-given Bronze]: "Contains a large copper vein, and a designated mountain can be put into practice."

What really attracts the eye is the number next to the golden hourglass.

[Essence Quantity: 1002]

Aemon couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, and joy filled his heart.

When touching Vormithor, the blood purity +5% and provide 100 essence points.

In order to fight against dragon flames, exchange three cards.

The prices are: 10, 150, and 300 respectively.

These three cards were also the key to his success.

Just now, a free red card was refreshed on the card panel, and the number of essences was provided again by 900 points.

What does this mean?

"Vormithor, let me be your new master."

Aemon supported the dragon's back with both hands, staring at the dragon intently.

This dragon left by his great-grandfather.

Vormithor's pupils were suspicious, and he was also staring at the silver-haired boy with white and red.

Under the dragon's flame, the stone would melt.

The opponent was just almost cooked?

That's right, Aemon's skin was red, simply burned.

Thanks to 33% of the blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king, and the secondary enhanced [Solid as a Rock].

Otherwise, he would have turned into ashes.

Aemon stroked his scattered and burnt silver-gold hair, revealing a cute and handsome face, with piercing purple eyes.

Without saying a word, he just looked at him.

He will succeed, for sure! Vermithor flapped his wings, and his huge body stopped in the air, and his pupils were also staring at the other party.

In the night, the man and the dragon looked at each other.

Aemon raised his chin proudly, his eyes reflecting the majestic appearance of the bronze beast.

Vormithor's pupils narrowed slightly, and the figure of a silver-haired old man in the depths of his pupils slowly faded, and the full picture of the boy on his back emerged unconsciously.

In the dark, a close connection was formed and continued to deepen.

Aemon blinked, stretched out his bloody right hand, and said instinctively: "Fly, Vormithor!"

Vormithor's pupils widened, and quickly turned back to the dragon's head.

"Hiss--"

The next second, a thunderous roar resounded through the night, sweeping up into the sky with gusts of wind.

But this time, it was steady and slow.

Aemon saw it, and his palm holding the dagger loosened, and the big stone in his heart finally fell.

He fell backwards and lay flat on the broad dragon's back.

The bright moon in the sky came into view.

Aemon blinked, stunned, and stretched out his hands to catch the moon.

In the plain moonlight, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

Gray hair, old face, thin waist and straight body, wearing a golden crown on the head.

Aemon's lips moved slightly, with thousands of emotions in his heart, and whispered softly: "Great-grandfather, are you okay?"

Uncle Viserys inherited your throne.

Alicent became the queen.

And now I, have inherited your dragon! Looking at the moon under the moon, the old friend is gone.

Aemon grinned, put his body into a big word, closed his eyes and said to himself: "From now on, it is my dragon, and the new history of the Targaryen family will be written by us."

"Hiss--"

Vermithor seemed to have a sense, turned his head to glance at the driver, raised his head and let out a rough roar that kept echoing.

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