MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 317 prince under moonlight

Chapter 317 The Prince under the Moonlight

In the dim night sky, Vormisor 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, let alone when the two would be able to control the dragon beneath their crotches.

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

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

 It can sense that the other party is waiting for it to appear.

The huge 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 on the cliff where Syracuse stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 The dragon taming ceremony is completed only when the dragon agrees with the driver's instructions.

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

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

 “Seven gods above! How can it be so beautiful?” Visery was slightly absent-minded.

Wormisor was still flying wildly, and the green dragon flames falling from the sky hit his head directly, causing him to scream loudly in an instant, and his body fell uncontrollably.

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

 The fact that his father can ride on the dragon's back shows that Wormisor recognized him.

 “Father, grab the dragon’s back scales!”

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

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

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

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

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

 “Hiss…”

 But now there is no better way.

　　　…”

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

 As soon as I raised my head, the bright moon in the sky was bright, like a beacon guiding me up the long steps to the sky.

At a glance from the corner of my eye, the sky and the earth were covered in fog, and dark clouds as thick as the earth divided the night sky into two.

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

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

Glutton is very fast, flying into the sky with its wings, flying through the dark clouds and approaching Wormisor.

 “Wormisor, hold on!”

 “Wormisor, adjusted flight trajectory!”

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

Wormisor has little dragon fighting experience, but has a lot of war experience.

 “Hiss…”

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

next moment.

Boom—

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

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

This dragon has such a bad character that he gets angry without warning, like a madman who denounces unfair fate.

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

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

"Roar…"

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

Rumble —

Dark clouds rolled and surged, and a touch of green came out, just under Wormisor.

Wormisor remained vigilant in its rage, and its war literacy made it smell a dangerous rotten smell.

The thunderous roar of the dragon suddenly appeared, the glutton rushed out of the dark clouds with its dragon's 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!

With the roar of the two adult dragons, the green dragon flames and the golden dragon flames collided head-on, splashing out a torrent of heat waves.

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

 Wormisor glared with angry eyes, his dragon's kiss sprayed golden dragon flames, and he 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.

The deadlock was quickly broken. The gluttons became more and more courageous as they fought, and defeated the Golden Dragon Flame, which lacked sufficient stamina, in one go.

 Comparing speed, maybe Red Queen Melias is faster than it.

In terms of the strength of the dragon flame 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. Looking at it, the mandible 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 appearing 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.

 For a time, the situation reversed.

Glutton flapped his broad wings, and his 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 black robes and stood agilely on the back of the dragon, overlooking the man and the dragon below.

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

 “What a great opportunity to slay the dragon.”

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

Occupying the advantage of high altitude, Gluttony relies on its speed and is 80% sure to bite Vermisor's neck in one bite, hunting this impulsive and irritable bronze giant.

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

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

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

Rhaegar's visual inspection showed that even the glutton who had swallowed the essence of life was only one-fifth larger than the other person.

 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.

Contrary to that, Wormisor's temperament and driver became a drag.

I don’t know if it was Rhaegar’s illusion, but Wormisor 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 rage.

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

The battle was reduced to sparring, and the glutton was so angry that he reluctantly flew down to the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

 Other than 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, looking for the enemy vigilantly.

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

 “Wormithor, rear left!” Viserys said suddenly.

 “Hiss!”

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

Boom—

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

Dark clouds rolled in, and the glutton was well hidden in them. Even the smell was blocked by the water vapor.

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

Rumble —

The dark clouds were rolling endlessly, and green flames appeared in three directions in a row, 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 regains his sanity, use this method to promote the progress of dragon training.

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

"Roar…"

 Wormisor flapped his broad brown wings and let out a low growl of reluctance.

 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 wounded king physically and mentally exhausted, 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.

My 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.

Looking 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 Wormithor 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 courage to be decisive!"

 “Hiss!”

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

 The driver’s feelings also arouse its emotions.

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

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

This scene is just like when he rode on Balerion's dragon's back 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 more firm lines.

 (End of this chapter)