Chapter 58: The Strength of Vermithor

Not long after.

Hull Town, outside the port.

A huge beast with bronze scales all over its body and a majestic and powerful figure swept through the wind, crossing the Blackwater Bay with a momentum like thunder.

"Faster, Vermithor!"

Aemon lay on the dragon's back, his face full of excitement about riding the dragon.

After a day and a night, the man and the dragon recognized each other.

Now, Aemon sits astride an ancient saddle and gradually masters the skills of riding the dragon.

"With the saddle, it's really much easier."

Aemon's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Today is Aunt Rhaenys's naming day celebration, and he is a little late.

But there is a reason, it is to install the saddle.

Aemon stroked the dancing silver threads and lowered his head to admire the saddle with an ancient appearance.

Saddles are usually divided into two parts, the dragon saddle and the rope ladder.

This saddle was worn by Balerion, the "Black Death" during the Conqueror period. The dragon saddle is made of precious black steel, and the front is engraved with three lifelike red dragon emblems.

The lower end of the black steel dragon saddle is connected to a dense special rope ladder, which covers the thick and long neck and shoulder spine of the dragon like a net.

These special rope ladders are made from ancient Valyria. They are not only strong and wear-resistant, but also have the ability to resist fire.

The workmanship and quality of the whole set of saddles are treasures in the forty dragon king families.

However, during the reign of Maegor I, as Balerion continued to grow, the saddle gradually became unsuitable.

In addition, Maegor I was fond of new things and tired of old things, so he made another set of saddles for use.

This set of black steel saddles was stored in the tomb of the Stone Drum Tower and gathered dust.

It happened that the original saddle of Vermithor was burned, and after the dragon keeper reminded him, he replaced it with this set of saddles.

"It's a bargain for me."

Aemon held the exquisite handle that fit his palm, and he felt indescribably satisfied.

He has his great-grandfather's dragon and the conqueror's saddle.

Who can compare with him?

"Shhh!"

A loud dragon roar came from the sky above Hull Town, accompanied by the deep sound of the bell tower.

Aemon had sharp ears and looked at the clouds in the sky.

Boom!

The thick clouds rolled and surged, and a young dragon with a light silver color emerged.

Its body was well-proportioned and strong, and its appearance was very majestic. It shuttled through the clouds like a fish in water, and it was as light as the sea mist.

A rough look showed that its body was about 20 meters in size.

"Sea Smoke!"

Aemon recognized the young dragon without blinking.

"Roar!"

Vermithor roared, and his huge body accelerated in vain, knocking away all the clouds around him.

Its character is more domineering than Vhagar.

Not only does it not tolerate other dragons flying overhead, but it will also drive away nearby fellows in a moody manner.

Seeing Sea Smoke, it immediately released its dragon power.

"Hiss!"

Sea Smoke saw a bronze beast from afar. With the thrill of attacking Syrax, he roared back fearlessly.

Laenor also saw the flying dragon. He tensed up at first, but then his brows suddenly relaxed.

He recognized it.

It was the "Bronze Fury" of His Majesty the Centenary King, Vermithor. Someone had tamed it.

And the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back...

"Is it Daemon's son?"

Laenor looked tangled, but he still patted the dragon's back: "Sea Smoke, go to meet him!"

He had his own mission.

Riding a dragon soaring over the town of Hull, he showed his strength to the guests and gave the royal family a warning.

However, the person on the other side was Daemon's son, and strictly speaking, he was still an ally.

In addition, Vermithor was huge.

He only moved closer to let the passing ships see the dragons of the two families meet.

"Hiss!"

Sea Smoke received the order, raised his head excitedly and neighed, flapping his wings to charge.

At this time, the port was full of large and small ships, and many people looked up and watched.

Except for King's Landing and Driftmark Island, people have no chance to see dragons.

It is even rarer to see two dragons dancing in the air.

On the other side of the distance.

Aemon was stunned when he saw this, and then he smiled: "Attack!"

He ordered in High Valyrian, his voice was childish but contained irresistible power.

Yes, he was going to do something bad.

This time he came to Driftmark Island to dampen the spirit of the Velaryon family.

If the opponent dares to come, then take the opportunity to shoot down a dragon and first reduce the combat power of one of the opponent's dragon riders.

After losing a dragon, would the sea serpent Corlys still dare to be so unscrupulous?

"Hiss--"

A fierce light appeared in the vertical pupils of Vermithor, and his huge body swayed back and forth, accelerating continuously with the help of inertia.

At this moment, he showed his rich experience in hundreds of battles.

Even if the speed is not superior, it can make up for the shortcomings.

In a flash, the two dragons met in mid-air.

Laenor saw that the opponent on the other side was not friendly, and thought of the title of "Bronze Fury", and exclaimed: "Dragon Flame!"

He was very decisive, and wanted to use the dragon flame to block and avoid the battle.

Sea Smoke was excited, and a mouthful of orange-yellow dragon flame mixed with silver was sprayed out, like clouds and mist gathering and surging.

Laenor stared closely, hoping that it would work.

Boom!

Unexpectedly, Vermithor did not dodge or avoid, but ran into him head-on.

Not only did Aemon not stop him, but he also smiled and lay down.

It was this smile that made Laenor shudder.

"It's going to happen!"

As soon as the thought came up, the mist-like dragon flame burst out and scattered, covering a large area.

Laenor looked around and couldn't find the shadow of the bronze dragon. He thought that the other party had hidden away at the critical moment.

His heart fell down and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to hurt his young cousin.

"Hiss--"

Suddenly, a rough roar came from below, as if rolling thunder was striking.

Vermithor rushed up from the blind spot of vision, and the ferocious dragon head opened its dragon mouth and bit Sea Smoke's right wing.

There was a click, followed by Sea Smoke's piercing cry of pain.

"No!"

Laenor was shocked, and his body was almost blown away by the impact, shaking violently with the giant dragon under his crotch.

He felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a dizzy feeling came over him.

"Hiss!"

Sea Smoke's condition became worse, and one of her dragon wings broke directly, and blood was instantly splattered.

The previous excitement and fighting spirit disappeared, and the fear of death filled his heart.

He was immediately confused and kept struggling and wailing.

Vermithor revealed his bloodthirsty nature, occupying an absolute advantage, and the dragon kiss locked Sea Smoke tightly.

He let it wail miserably and threw it around like a toy.

It wanted this little dragon to pay the price for its arrogance.

"Haha, well done!"

Aemon laughed heartily, and his body swayed left and right with the movement of the giant dragon.

It was his first dragon fight in his life, and he was not a bit cowardly.

It seemed that he was born to ride a dragon.

"Roar!"

Vermithor's pupils flashed with anger, and a pair of broad brown wings flapped, biting Sea Smoke and tearing it wantonly in mid-air.

The dragon claws tore the scales, and blood gushed down.

With a size difference of four times, Sea Smoke had no power to resist.

It was like an eagle catching a sparrow.

The claws could not touch the opponent, so he could only scream and spit out dragon flames randomly.

But there was no aim at all.

Aemon dodged from time to time, and his resistance to dragon flames was extremely high.

His blood was surging, as if he had endless strength.

In an instant, the roars and roars of the two giant beasts echoed within a radius of dozens of miles.

The crowd in Hull Town could not see the dragons fighting, but they realized that the battle was fierce just by the sound.

The azure sky was soon painted scarlet by the hot dragon blood and flames.

Boom -

Not long after, the huge bronze dragon rushed down from the sky, still locking the opponent in its mouth.

"Leave it, Vermithor!"

Flying until it was less than ten meters above Driftmark Island, pure High Valyrian language sounded on the dragon's back.

In the eyes of the people below, the bronze dragon finally let go and threw the light silver dragon away.

Then, it turned around and took off.

"Hiss..."

Sea Smoke was extremely miserable, one wing drooped weakly, and she kept falling with a whine.

The light silver scales were stained with blood, and emitting hot white smoke.

It fell to the ground, splashing dust and sparks.

The crowd was horrified when they saw it.

That's a dragon, a dragon fell!

"Land!"

Aemon glanced back, with the idea of stopping while he was ahead.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharper dragon roar came from a corner of Driftmark Island, full of deterrence and warning.

Aemon looked up.

A sturdy dragon with red scales all over its body, sharp teeth and claws as bright as copper foil, and a streamlined body flew high into the sky.

Its size was much larger than that of the young Sea Smoke.

Slightly inferior to the snake-like Caraxes, it is comparable to the Dreamfire in the dragon's lair.

Aemon was slightly surprised: "Melyas."

Could it be Aunt Rhaenys?

Thinking in his heart, he clenched his hand tightly.

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