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

Chapter 582: Three Hundred Years Old Dragon
The young dragons were ferocious, with hostile eyes, and they tore and bit it wantonly.

This is normal among young dragons, competing with each other to hone their fighting abilities.

The mottled scars on the dragon's head are bloody scars left over from its childhood.

As time passed, the other young dragons grew rapidly and welcomed the riders with whom they established bonds.

Only the green dragon has been growing at a lukewarm or even extremely slow rate.

The same batch of baby dragons leave the dragon cave, and the second and third batches of baby dragons hatch.

The green dragon's companions were replaced one after another, and the scars on their bodies became more and more.

After about a hundred cycles of frost in the dragon pit, the green baby dragon finally passed the sub-adult stage and stepped into the threshold of adult dragon.

During this period, the red-robed wizard appeared twice and then there was no news of him again.

Soon after, several silver-haired figures teamed up to tame dragons, and a coward picked out the freak.

Rega saw clearly that it was the first time that Ulagas was ridden by someone.

Flying high for the first time.

After several years, the freak dragon was still slow to mature and was disliked by its rider.

The thin, silver-haired figure never rode his dragon again.

The dragon has the power to fly freely. The freak flew out of fourteen huge volcanoes where its kind were everywhere, and returned to the place of birth with the help of memory.

At this point, the dream scene is fragmented.

Rhaegar tilted his head and noticed a certain fragmented picture.

A red flame erupted in the distant sky, and the fire magic in the air dropped drastically, and it was difficult to see another of its kind in the world.

"Doomsday disaster."

Rhaegar knew what was going on. He loosened the rope and walked to the top of the dark green dragon's scarred and bumpy head.

The dragon's head is long and shriveled, with almost no horns, and only a pair of curved dragon horns like cow horns extending from both sides of its cheeks.

The whole body is dark brown, and the sharp tip is creamy yellow.

Ulagas lay helplessly in the mud, the dragon blood oozing from the wounds all over his body dyed the sewage red, and the high temperature burned out bubbles and smoke.

"His-"

The dragon groaned in pain, its vertical pupils fixed on the silver-haired figure above its head.

Once upon a time, a similar silver-haired figure rescued it from the dark crypt.

Unfortunately, both of them are equally disgusting to dragons.

Rhaegar's expression was complicated. He gently rubbed the scales on the dragon's forehead and sighed, "Old man, you are actually three hundred years old."

Counting from hatching, a dragon's life can be roughly divided into two parts.

A hundred years of humiliation in the sub-maturity period, and two hundred years of being in opposition in the adult and prime period.

At this moment, the dragon under him was just an adult dragon that had reached its peak.

"Hiss..."

Ulagas growled, his vertical pupils slowly moved away, and he lay powerlessly in the ruins.

The pair of vertical pupils that were once filled with anger and hatred are now dull and numb.

Having lived too long, its spirit and spirituality have been worn away.

Rega hesitated and called up the explorer panel.

Taking a quick glance, I noticed a special relic.

【Dragon Essence】

Level: Legend (Red)
Function: Increase the growth rate of dragons (only for adult dragons and below)
Comment: "The size of the dragons continues to grow with age, and one dragon lived to be three hundred years old."

Rhaegar sat down and sighed softly, "A freak among dragons. He inherited the essence of an old predecessor, and his body has undergone a strange transformation."

The pale dragon's condition was clearly abnormal.

His talent is undeniable, otherwise he wouldn't be so big.

But the price is huge, leaving it barely surviving.

A sacrifice replaced a failure.

Uragas, who exchanged his growth cycle for a long life, is a poor creature who was forced to become a test subject.

"Damn evil wizard!"

Rhaegar pounded his fist on the thick scales, feeling hatred in his heart.

Dragons are sacred magical creatures that should not be exploited or harmed.

“Hiss—”

A dragon's roar as muffled as thunder resounded through the rainy night. The Glutton circled in the sky, its green vertical pupils flashing with evil danger.

Ulagas tensed up, his right wing sunk into the mud, and tried to stand up and fight back.

"Quiet!"

Rhaegar shouted, rebuking the two dragons above and below without giving them room to refuse.

With a wild dragon riding under him, he would have to change his surname to Targaryen.

No one can be presumptuous.

“Hiss—”

The Glutton roared in anger, circled once, and slowly landed, picking up a piece of bloody dragon meat and chewing it in big mouthfuls.

"His-"

Uragas was filled with rage, and without caring about the exposed bones of his right hind limb, he shook it in warning.

"Be honest, Uragas!"

Rhaegar spread his legs and stretched out the dragon whip in his hand.

Ulagas was too seriously injured.

The chest and abdomen were covered in blood, the left wing was almost broken, and the right hind limb was almost bitten to pieces.

If we fight for even one more round, I'm afraid we will be defeated.

“Hiss—”

The glutton had dark green eyes as he swallowed large chunks of flesh and blood, then slowly disappeared into the darkness like a hungry ghost.

Seeing this, Rega and Ulagas both breathed a sigh of relief.

I was afraid that the dragon-eating species would be unwilling to let the meal fly away. "Big brother!"

“Hiss!”

Daeron came flying from afar in the heavy rain, riding on the shaky Tesserion.

"His-"

Upon seeing the cobalt blue dragon cub, Ulagas seemed to be stimulated and pounced forward with all his might to bite it.

"stop!"

Rhaegar lashed out with his whip, striking the dragon on its bloody snout.

Tesserion screamed sharply, dodged the dragon's kiss and almost threw the rider out.

Darren held a pitch-black dragon egg in his hand and said happily, "Brother, I'm glad you're okay."

As he said this, he urged Tesserion to land and handed over the jet-black dragon egg in front of the dark green dragon.

Rhaegar saw it clearly and asked the seriously injured dragon: "Do you still have dragon eggs in your nest?"

Uragas is a dragon from a certain dragon king family.

Although it is unknown which family it belongs to, the bloodline must be different from the dragons of the Targaryen family.

Due to the special nature of the mother's body, it is unknown whether the offspring will inherit the long lifespan.

"Roar……"

Uragas hesitated for a moment, then swung his huge dragon head.

"No?" Rhaegar remained skeptical.

It is impossible for a dragon to lay only one egg in a nest.

"Roar……"

Uragas buried the dragon's head in the mud and refused to answer any questions from the silver-haired figure.

A man and a dragon cannot establish a bond, so naturally there is no trust between them.

Rhaegar was half-believing and half-doubting, and silently climbed down from the dragon's back.

If there are none, then there are none. The egg-laying ones are all in our hands, so there is no need to worry about not having dragon eggs.

"Brother, look what this is."

Darren stepped forward to support his brother and took out a water-blue crystal from his arms.

"Where did it come from?"

Rhaegar frowned slightly, seeing a clue.

Seems to be some special mineral, but the effect is unknown.

“Tesserion brought it back.”

Daeron scratched his head, ashamed. "It stole the wild dragon's nest and stole the dragon's eggs."

If Teserion hadn't caused trouble, there wouldn't be any danger tonight.

"Well done."

Rhaegar smiled calmly and patted his younger brother on the shoulder: "Without it, we can't catch the old guy like this."

Darren lowered his head and didn't think so.

Rhaegar took the dragon egg and crystal and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I'm a little tired."

After this dream, my spiritual strength increased again.

Especially for space inscriptions, many new ideas popped up out of thin air.

This high-speed brain circuit was about to drain his energy.

Darren didn't say anything and helped his brother back.

“Hiss!”

Tesserion looked aggrieved as he hovered over the brothers' heads, glancing at the huge beast with fear from time to time.

call--

Dark clouds gathered in the night sky, and a pitch-black dragon shadow flashed by, leaving a streak of eerie green light.

……

It was night, and dawn was approaching.

It was raining heavily and the sky was still gloomy.

On a certain low mountain, the crypt was exposed.

The dead trees fell down after the fire, and when they came into contact with the rain, they emitted crackling black smoke.

wow-

A huge monster flew by quietly, and a large amount of rain rolled away into the distance.

Crack!

A bolt of thunder struck, briefly illuminating the chaotic world.

The shadows crept into the clouds and then disappeared into the forest.

It wanders around the crypt non-stop, as if avoiding a certain existence.

a long time.

Rumbling--

The rain became more intense, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky.

Sewage filled the gully in front of the cave, and tributaries flowed back into the cave entrance.

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck.

A long, pale tail flowed through the dirty water and then quickly sank into the wet cave.

After a while, a faint crackling sound was heard.

It seemed as if something was being bitten and swallowed.

"Woooo..."

The rain stirred up the mist, reflecting a skinny silhouette, which spread out a pair of huge wings with holes and flew into the night sky.

(End of this chapter)