Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

In the gloomy night sky, Wormisor was galloping wildly, spraying dragon flames without any plan.

This posture shows that he is in a state of rage.

"Glutton, let's lure it away." Rhaegar ordered directly.

He didn't know whether it was his father or Aemond on the dragon's back, and he didn't know when the two would be able to control the dragon under their crotches.

While there is still time, the first priority is to ensure that the castle is not affected.

"Hiss-"

The glutton raised its head and roared, flapped its broad black wings, and rushed towards Vormisor, who kept provoking.

It could sense that the other party was waiting for it to appear.

The jet-black dragon left the castle range, and the other dragons felt a little relieved. Menghuo hid on the long steps of the stone bridge, and Syrax stopped on the cliff.

Yang Yan and Thesselien ran away without a trace, and did not dare to turn back for a while.

"..."

The glutton was very fast, flying into the sky with its wings, flying through the dark clouds and approaching Vormisor.

The distance closed quietly. Rhaegar, who was on the dragon's back, leaned over to look, and finally saw clearly the figure on the opposite dragon's back.

"Wormisor, adjusted flight trajectory!"

At this time, Viserys lay on the dragon's back, shouting at the top of his lungs for the dragon to obey his orders.

His long silver-gold hair was completely burnt at the ends, his thick beard was clean, and his bare upper body was exposed with cuts.

Even so, he still did not give up on taming the violent beast that sat down.

"Father, grab the dragon's back scales!"

When one person and one dragon were at a deadlock, the eldest son's sudden call came from the distance.

Viserys raised his head in surprise, but his body obediently hugged the dragon's back.

He knew that the noise he made was a bit big, but didn't the eldest son leave the island?

next moment.

"Hiss-"

Angry roars sounded from above, and a ferocious-looking black dragon rushed out of the clouds. Its dark green dragon flames locked onto the opponent precisely like vertical pupils.

boom--

Wormisor was still flying wildly, and the green dragon flames falling from the sky hit his head directly, instantly bombarding him with a scream, and his body fell uncontrollably.

"Wormisor, hold on!"

The dragon's body shook violently, and Viserys broke out in a cold sweat, not forgetting to take the opportunity to issue an order.

Only when the dragon agrees with the driver's instructions can the dragon training ceremony be successfully completed.

"Hiss..."

The attack passed quickly. Wormisor's vertical pupils were red, he adjusted his balance and immediately launched a counterattack.

Wormisor lacked dragon fighting experience, but had a lot of war experience.

It follows King Renrui through the Dorne Frontier War, the Shipbreaker Bay War, and the Great Wall's defeat of the barbarians, and has flexible adaptability.

Watching Wormisor flying towards him, Gluttony watched indifferently, then flapped his wings and dived into the thick dark clouds.

At the last moment of disappearing, Rhaegar looked back and shouted: "Father, try to control your dragon, don't let it stay so crazy!"

The fact that his father was able to ride on the dragon's back showed that Wormisor recognized him.

However, Wormisor's violent state affected the normal process of dragon training, and it must be brought back on track.

"Hiss..."

What responded to him was the roar of Wormisor, and a bronze beast chasing after him at great speed.

This dragon has such a bad character that it will get angry without any warning, like a madman who denounces the injustice of fate.

Viserys clutched the scales on his back, his haggard face full of worry, and his heart was agitated.

He saw the eldest son's intention and used the grudge between the two dragons to vent his anger to help him conquer Wormithor.

This method is very dangerous. If you are not careful, it will turn into a deadly fight between two dragons, causing innocent casualties.

But now there is no better way.

Wormisor went crazy for a while longer, not sure how long his weak body could last.

In an instant, Wormisor plunged into the clouds, raised his head and sprayed golden dragon flames.

Passing through the dark clouds with heavy moisture, Viserys shivered, and his sluggish spirit suddenly became more energetic.

When I looked up, the bright moon in the sky was bright, like a beacon guiding me up the long steps to the sky.

From the corner of my eye, I saw that the sky and the earth were covered in fog, and dark clouds as thick as the earth divided the night sky into two.

The bright moon was shining brightly, and the moonlight fell freely on his face.

"Seven Gods! How can it be so beautiful?" Visery was slightly absent-minded.

Any beautiful scenery I had seen in the past was eclipsed at this moment.

"Roar……"

Unlike the driver who was attracted by the scenery, Wormisor glanced back and forth restlessly, his vertical pupils looking for his opponent coldly.

Rumble——

The dark clouds rolled and surged, and a touch of green came out, right under Wormisor.

Wormisor remained vigilant in its fury, and its war literacy made it smell a dangerous rancid smell.

"Hiss-"

A thunderous dragon roar suddenly appeared, the glutton rushed out of the dark clouds with its dragon kiss wide open, and the smoke-like green dragon flames pierced the sky.

"Hiss!!"

Having suffered a loss a few years ago, Wormisor responded as quickly as possible and launched a counterattack against the green dragon flames coming from below.

boom! !

Accompanied by the roars of the two adult dragons, the green dragon flames and the golden dragon flames collided head-on, spewing out torrential waves of heat.

Under a bright moon, two dragons, one bronze and one black, faced each other, not flinching from each other.

Wormisor glared with angry eyes, the dragon's kiss sprayed golden dragon flames, and stayed in the air above to suppress fire.

The glutton's head is held high, its broad black wings sweep across the dark clouds, and its green vertical pupils stare at its prey like an evil god.

The two dragons moved up and down, and the dragon flames surged like a torrent, rendering the night sky unique.

"Hiss-"

The deadlock was quickly broken, and the glutton became more and more courageous as he fought, defeating the golden dragon flame that lacked back power in one go.

In a competition of speed, perhaps Red Queen Melias is faster than it.

In terms of the strength of dragon flames alone, this wild dragon king has no opponent so far.

Without the Dragon Flame confrontation, Wormisor's condescending advantage was immediately reversed.

The glutton roared, and the dragon flames attacked the weaker scales on the opponent's abdomen, all the way to the more deadly jaws.

"Hiss..."

Forced to shut his mouth, Wormisor screamed in pain, flapped his wings and escaped from the confrontation, his red vertical pupils gradually fading.

At a glance, the lower jaw covered with bronze scales was scorched black, and many of the scales were dry and cracked.

Viserys lay on the dragon's back, a look of excitement on his pale face.

One person and one dragon established a weak connection. He sensed that Wormisor's anger was slightly reduced and his sanity slowly returned.

"Wormisor, keep your balance, the enemy hasn't flown far yet!"

Viserys looked forward to it as he boldly sat up from the dragon's back, clasping his back scales with both hands and looking in all directions.

He may not be a person who is good at overcoming difficulties, but he definitely knows how to seize the opportunity.

Wormisor understood the new driver's instructions, his mind was confused, and he subconsciously followed the instructions to distance himself.

Rhaegar watched this scene, stopped the glutton's pursuit of victory, and flapped his wings to fly high into the sky.

Suddenly, the situation reversed.

The glutton flapped its broad wings, and its dark figure lingered in the sky under the bright moon, reflecting a terrifying dragon shadow that obscured the brightness of the moonlight.

Rhaegar was dressed in a sharp black robe, standing agilely on the dragon's back, overlooking the man and the dragon below.

Wormisor just mastered his balance and dived close to the clouds.

"What a great opportunity to slay a dragon."

Rhaegar murmured softly, his mind continuing to comfort the glutton.

Occupying the advantage of high altitude, the glutton relies on its speed to bite Vermisor's neck with 80% certainty, hunting this impulsive and irritable bronze giant.

Patting the dragon's back, Rhaegar muttered: "Glutton, let's go down below."

The battle situation is already clear, there is no need to dwell too much on it.

Wormisor is a very powerful dragon, not only has a ferocious temperament, but also grows faster than dragons of the same age.

Lei Jia's visual inspection showed that even the glutton who had swallowed the essence of life was only one-fifth larger than the opponent.

Six years apart, the two dragons clashed twice, both times ending in Vermisor's defeat.

One is that Glutton's wild dragon experience is more experienced in dragon fighting, and the other is that Rhaegar, as a driver, is highly compatible with Glutton.

On the contrary, Wormisor's temperament and driver became a drag.

Whether it was Rhaegar's imagination or not, Vermithor seemed to be suffering from some kind of talent defect.

Suspected to have inherited the bloodline from his mother, Vhagar, he is very emotionally unstable and can easily fall into irrational rages.

If this talent flaw can be overcome and matched with a suitable driver, the potential of this dragon will be immeasurable.

"Hiss-"

The battle was reduced to a sparring session, and Gluttonous was so annoyed that he reluctantly flew down into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Except for the dim old dragon, he rarely felt the same sense of threat as tonight.

One man and one dragon disappeared, and Wormisor flew high into the sky, vigilantly looking for the enemy.

After suffering two serious blows to its head, it has regained its sanity.

"Wormithor, rear left!" Viserys suddenly spoke.

"Hiss!!"

Wormisor subconsciously followed the instructions and sprayed out a burst of dragon flame.

boom--

A green dragon flame appeared from below and was just blocked by the golden dragon flame.

The dark clouds rolled in, and the glutton was well hidden among them, even the smell was blocked by the water vapor.

Wormisor's eyes were indifferent, overlooking the dark clouds below, soaring under the moonlight.

Rumble——

The dark clouds were rolling incessantly, and green flames appeared in three directions, but they were hidden and silent.

Viserys pointed out the direction of the dragon flames one by one, seizing the opportunity to issue instructions to Vormishor.

He saw what the eldest son was planning.

While Wormisor regained his senses, he used this method to promote the progress of dragon training.

After a long time, the dark clouds stopped rolling and everything around them returned to calm.

"Roar……"

Wormisor flapped his broad brown wings and let out a reluctant growl.

It sensed that the eating dragon had left.

"Wormisor, don't try to catch up. We all need peace of mind."

Viserys was sweating profusely from exhaustion and lay weakly on the dragon's back, trying to stop the dragon from pursuing him.

A series of thrilling adventures made the injured king exhausted physically and mentally, and he did not want to move a finger.

"Roar……"

Wormisor shook the dragon's head irritably, but his body obeyed and soared in the air without resisting the order.

"Haha, I sense your restlessness."

Viserys smiled bitterly, while communicating with the dragon, he looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

His eyes gradually became hazy, and an old man's shadow seemed to appear on the moon.

"Grandfather." Viserys murmured after being stunned for a moment.

Staring blankly and fantasizing in his heart, Viserys couldn't help but choked: "Grandfather, I inherited the Iron Throne from you, and I have been anxious and at a loss what to do."

It was an iron chair filled with swords. Sitting on it would only hurt him.

"Roar……"

Wormisor sensed the sadness of the driver and growled lowly.

"Don't worry, I'm just not used to flying high in the sky."

Viserys took the time to comfort Vermithor and murmured to himself: "Grandfather, after so many years, I have inherited your dragon again."

Abandoning the distracting thoughts in his mind, Viserys prayed silently: "I hope that you and Wormisor can give me the decisive courage!"

"Hiss!!"

Wormisor seemed to understand the driver's words. He stared at the bright moon with his vertical eyes, stretched his neck and let out a melodious roar.

The driver's feelings also arouse its emotions.

One person and one dragon soared slowly, surprisingly peaceful and unified.

Viserys panted slightly and lay calmly on the dragon's back, enjoying the bright moonlight falling on his face.

This scene was just like him riding on the back of Balerion's dragon many years ago.

The difference is that his not-so-handsome face is no longer young, and his status has changed from a prince to a king.

Only one thing remains unchanged.

The high-spiritedness of his youth reappeared, and his tired face gained a bit of toughness.