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

Chapter 96 Triumphal Dance

"Hiss..."

Wormisor roared to the sky, his anger igniting his reason, and his thick tail slapped the glutton's abdomen hard.

The glutton suffered a heavy blow, and the clever one separated from him.

Wormisor became angry and sprayed golden dragon flames at the glutton's back.

"Glutton, lower it!"

Rhaegar kept watching its movements and immediately gave orders.

Gluttonous roared and dived headfirst, narrowly avoiding the dragon flames.

The blow missed, and Wormisor wanted to catch up regardless of the injuries all over his body.

However, one shoulder blade was shattered and the wings were unable to use force.

Forcing it to teeter in the air, making it difficult to fly.

"Dragon Flame!"

Wormisor was still adjusting the balance, and Rhaegar's instructions had been sent.

Relying on his speed, Gluttony surrounded Vormisor, whose speed was greatly reduced, and kept spitting out green dragon flames.

For a moment, the gorgeous green color dipped into the clouds, creating a beautiful oil painting.

Wormisor is indeed strong, with surprisingly strong strength and physique.

Even though he was seriously injured, he still struggled to survive the glutton's repeated attacks, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

But it is destined not to wait.

Rhaegar drove the glutton to circle back and forth, riding steadily on the dragon's back, staring at the helpless and furious bronze beast.

Since losing the last dragon fight, he has often wondered about the reason.

In addition to the fact that Vermisor and Silver Wings are more than less, they cooperate well.

More often than not, gluttons get injured too quickly!

The key to injury is fighting!

Especially after the fierce battle with the shadow half-dragon, he realized the importance of fighting.

Unless the dragon's size reaches a crushing victory.

Otherwise, if any dragons of similar size fight together, the final result will be serious injury or even death.

Dragons are violent, cruel creatures.

Once the consumption of dragon flames turns to melee combat, claws and fangs are lethal weapons.

Last time, if Greedy had not fought with Yinyi early and had his stomach ripped open, he would not have been defeated and fled so quickly.

Combining the glutton's high speed and high-intensity dragon flame characteristics, Rhaegar drew up a plan.

Sneak attack!

Gluttony is fast and can have a good first strike effect.

As long as you inflict heavy damage on your opponent at the beginning, then let him do whatever he wants.

"Hiss..."

The gluttons screamed arrogantly and spewed dragon flames around Wormisor.

Each blast of dragonfire aggravates Vormithor's injuries and renders him confused.

……

below.

With the roars of dragons and explosions coming from above, the sheep thieves on the ground gradually became restless.

Greedily glanced at Yinyi lying in a pool of blood, the smell of blood deeply stimulated its appetite.

"Hiss..."

It flapped its wings and flew into the air again, shrouding Syrax in shadow, trying to force him to leave.

Rhaenyra looked up at this ugly mud head, fear flashed in her eyes, and said firmly: "Dragon Flame!"

"Hiss..."

Syrax had been waiting for a long time, and quickly rose into the air, spitting a golden dragon flame on the opponent's face.

The sheep thief was caught off guard and shook his head comically to avoid the dragon's flames.

This move also inspired its ferocity.

As one of the few wild dragons on Dragonstone Island.

Sheep thieves are more popular among residents than gluttons.

Even though the glutton is extremely large, its appearance is as sinister as an evil god.

But it has always stayed away from the crowd. It only appears near Longshan occasionally and basically does not cause harm to humans.

The sheep thief is an extreme extreme.

This mud dragon just likes to eat the sheep of herdsmen, and is even obsessed with the thrill of hunting sheep.

Once someone blocks it, or touches it.

will be attacked by dragon flames.

It ranges from being burned, to being turned into a charred corpse.

Every year, sheep thieves kill a certain number of people.

Now, it was angered by the golden dragon in front of it.

The sheep thief roared and sprayed orange dragon flames from his mouth.

Its dragon flame is very different.

It falls like mud dots and sprays over a wide area. “Get out of here, Syracuse!”

Faced with danger, Rhaenyra reacted quickly, using Syrax to dodge, while counterattacking with dragonfire.

"Hiss..."

In the first battle, the young Syrax seemed very excited and neighed in a mighty manner.

The golden dragon flame was like a pillar of fire, crushing the sheep thief's dragon flame.

Unable to compete with the dragon flames, the sheep thief became more and more angry and flapped his wings towards Syrax, intending to win by virtue of his size advantage.

Syrax is undersized, but fast and nimble enough.

He quickly distanced himself from it, shouting and spitting out dragon flames, his figure as nimble as a petrel.

The sheep thief failed to pursue him several times and growled in anger.

Then, he pounced on the seriously injured Silver Wing.

Its target has always been this adult dragon that has lost the ability to resist.

"Hiss..."

Silver Wing neighed in fear, and the pain in its neck made it difficult to move, so it could only flap its wings in warning.

How could the sheep thief be afraid? He would fall next to it and open his huge mouth to bite it.

"Dragon Flame!"

Seeing that Silver Wing was about to die, Rhaenyra looked anxious and drove Syrax back to stop the atrocities of the sheep thieves.

Rhaenyra was indeed anxious at this moment.

Rhaegar was fighting with Vermithor in the sky, and you could tell from the sound that the battle was fierce.

She wanted to go up to help, but was held back by the sheep thief.

Silently praying that the black dragon can defeat Vermithor and bring Rhaegar back safely.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a loud noise in the sky.

boom--

I saw a giant bronze beast falling from the sky, roaring with all its might, accompanied by majestic green dragon flames.

Wormisor was seriously injured, and blood was constantly flowing from his neck, tail, and wings.

Rhaegar controlled the Glutton, pressing Vermithor down in a swooping posture to spray dragon flames, preventing it from turning over.

When the chase reached mid-air, Rega issued a stop command. Gluttony held back its dragon flames and slowly flapped its wings to slow down.

Warmisor had considerable combat experience and quickly flapped his wings to slow down his fall.

Finally, it smashed through the ebb and flow of the sea with a thud and fell into the sea.

The dragon's blood instantly dyed a large area of ​​sea water red, and the scalding temperature caused the sea surface to boil.

There was a gurgling bubble sound.

"Hiss..."

After a while, a ferocious dragon's head broke through the sea, breathing heavily.

The sea water stirred, and Wormisor flapped his wings and crawled toward the beach with difficulty.

It was covered with wounds all over its body, but fortunately no vital parts were hurt.

Using both wings and feet, he rescued a life from the sea.

By the time it landed back ashore, it was already too tired to move. It lay limply on the swollen beach, its eyes gasping for breath.

Above, Rhaegar overlooked the scene.

Dragons are precious resources and cannot be killed out of whim.

He stroked Glutton's dark scales and said happily: "Glutton, we have revenge!"

"Hiss..."

The glutton held his head high, his green vertical pupils full of pride, and his body was tumbling up and down as he traveled back and forth.

While roaring wildly, the green dragon flames drew streaks of color in the sky.

The huge body is exceptionally flexible, as if dancing a victory dance.

At this moment, it is the overlord of Dragonstone Island.

Having severely damaged Vermithor and Silverwing successively, Dragonstone could no longer threaten its existence.

"Dragonstone, your prince is back!"

Rhaegar was in high spirits and cheered loudly in a childlike voice.

It’s as much a celebration of gluttony as it is a recognition of strategy.

Although he was happy, Rhaegar did not forget to lower his head and look in the direction of Rhaenyra, his expression slightly changed.

"Glutton, go help!"

　The glutton's fighting power is very strong.

　　In the setting of this book, due to the wild dragon, its body is slightly larger than that of Vermisor and Silverwing at the same time.

　　The glutton's talents are focused on speed and dragon flame intensity.

　　For war and dragon fighting, these two aspects are crucial.

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(End of this chapter)