Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 185: The Second Transformation of Wormisol

"Firefly fruit."

Imon was full of curiosity and shook the strange-shaped red fruit.

It looks a bit like a fire dragon insect.

It also looks a bit like the "bloodworm" Korakshu.

The effect is also suitable, enhancing fire magic.

"Roar!!"

Womisol's pupils stared straight ahead, revealing a look of desire.

It has a hunch, and that’s good stuff.

As a mature and aggressive male dragon, you must learn to ask for things proactively.

"Hold on, and go back to eat."

Aemon spoke to comfort him and put the firefly fruit into his space ring.

He had a hunch that good things have two sides.

The first time Womisol swallowed the Blood Origin Fruit, he fell into a deep sleep for half a year.

The price of Firefly Fruit increased by 300 Essence points.

The effect will definitely be more significant, and there’s no telling what kind of chain reaction there will be.

"Roar!"

Womisol was very agitated, his throat rolling and growling continuously.

Aemon ignored it and let the old dragon lose his temper.

He is over eighty years old and not stable at all.

After playing with the compass for a while, he put it away and put it into the space ring.

It just so happened that he was going out to sea.

Having an accurate compass can help you avoid a lot of trouble.

"Let's go, Vhagar!"

Suddenly, Lannar's shout was heard in the air, and the war came to an end.

The Tyroshi mercenaries organized their remnants and headed for the Myr Sea.

"Roar——"

Vhagar let out a long roar, and dragon flames with billowing black smoke spewed out of his mouth.

Aemon put his hand to his forehead, blocking out the sunlight and looking out.

The dragon flame is orange-yellow and very impactful.

Aemon groaned.

The appearance and scales of dragons vary, and the forms of dragon flames are also different.

If we divide it carefully, there are three points.

Color, shape, power.

Orange is a relatively common dragon flame color.

Not bad, but unremarkable.

Most dragons are orange or mixed with a hint of other colors.

Form and power are the most important things.

Like the dragon flame of Wormisol, a viscous liquid like copper-water magma, its temperature becomes terrifying as it ages and can melt rocks and armor.

Weaker ones, like Gray Shadow.

The dragon flame is in the shape of a fireball and has explosive power.

Vhagar's dragon flame is already terrifying.

It will fall on the target with billowing black smoke, and the powerful impact will shatter the target.

The temperature is also very high, slightly higher than that of Womissol.

It has both form and power.

Yimon was very greedy and looked forward to it silently: "I hope the firefly fruit is useful and makes Wormisol stronger."

Thinking of this, he patted the dragon's back.

"Hiss-"

Womisol had a telepathic connection with his thoughts. He shook his broad wings suddenly and leaped high into the sky with his huge dragon body.

After completing his mission, he retired and returned to Tyrosh.

……

Tyroshi mercenaries entered the Myr Sea, and the disputed land was quiet for two days.

Driftwood City.

The sea snake lightened its burden, and its stiff face became softer.

It is true that the Valeryan family is wealthy and powerful.

Unfortunately, the accumulated wealth of any free trade city-state far exceeds that of Velaryon.

If he didn't take a breath, all his soldiers and sailors would die.

"Notify Aemon and have lunch together at noon."

Collis smiled and spoke.

"He's in the back garden, tinkering with his forging hammer all day long."

Rhaenys shook her wine glass. She didn't understand her nephew's hobby, but she respected it.

The husband is prejudiced against Targaryens.

Nephew Aemon came to the rescue and greatly relieved the pressure on Tyrosh, which is why he was treated with courtesy by the other party.

"Don't worry, let Lannino take some time to go and have a look."

Collis looked relaxed.

He admitted that he had changed his mind about Aemon.

But it’s not because of the plan given by the other party, but because of respect for the other party’s strength.

"Bronze Fury" Wormisol is a fierce male dragon who has experienced hundreds of battles.

This dragon alone can ease the three-point pressure of the battle.

Cooperate with Velaryon's three existing dragons to sweep across the disputed land in four directions.

All Tyroshi mercenaries were terrified by the news.

"Lannino may not be available."

Rhaenys said helplessly.

Judging from my son's character, I don't know if he is rolling around on the grass with his lover.

Collis paused and smiled, "It doesn't matter. He will get it sooner or later."

"Hmm~"

Rhaenys looked away.

……

Exclusive forged loft.

Ding dong! Ding dong!
In front of the blazing fire, Aemon, shirtless, swung the forging hammer in an orderly manner.

A bright red iron rod gradually took shape into a sword blank.

It's sizzling!

The sword blank was quenched in oil, emitting thick, foul-smelling smoke.

Aemon checked it over from beginning to end, then put it on the chopping block and continued forging.

A layer of black impurities fell off the surface of the sword blank, revealing a slender silver-gray sword body.

A thin bright red line runs through the sword from head to tail.

It was like a meridian growing on the root of this thin sword, supplying blood as it beats.

It took more than half an hour.

Aemon shook his head to wipe away the sweat on his forehead.

Now it’s time to assemble the hilt.

He privately collected quite a few of them, made of black steel, ivory, dragon bones, dragon horns...

Among the many finely carved sword handles, he picked up the dragon horn sword handle with tiny dragon patterns carved on the surface.

Frowning, he assembled it patiently.

At this point, this one-handed sword for ladies with added fire ore can be considered freshly made.

Attic corner.

Lannar sat sideways and watched the scene quietly.

Looking at Iamon's serious expression, her beautiful purple eyes were full of tenderness.

Against the backdrop of the firelight, his sturdy body exudes an alluring aura.

Drops of sweat fell, as crisp as if they were falling on your ears.

Before she knew it, Lannar couldn't control her breathing and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Want to ride!

"Phew, it's finally better."

Aemon wiped the sweat off his face and smiled with relief.

When I turned around, I saw a mature beauty with a blushing face and legs crossed.

"Come on, this sword is great."

Aemon was like a child sharing his toys.

Lannar patted her cheeks to sober herself up.

"Here we go."

Aemon introduced the rapier and asked him to try it out.

Fire concentrate is very rare, and for normal use, adding a walnut-sized amount is enough.

He added a fist-sized piece.

A large basin of elephant blood was used just to moisten the fire ore.

To be precise, it is the blood of the dwarf elephant.

Originally the most suitable blood was human blood, followed by large livestock such as cattle, sheep, and horses.

It's a kind of blood sacrifice.

Imon was conflicted, thinking that the finished weapon would also be evil.

After consideration, the gentle dwarf elephant was used instead.

A basin of blood sounds like a lot, but it's nothing to worry about when it comes to a dwarf elephant.

That pygmy elephant was still a baby elephant, and now it was well fed and kept in Driftwood City.

No need to pull the cart, no need to perform.

Happiness is all.

"Aemon, give this sword a name."

Lannar tried it and easily cut off a piece of pig iron.

It's simply a magical weapon.

Aemon held her in his arms, resting his chin on her soft shoulder, and thought: "You are honing the fourteen ancient dragon-controlling skills. When you succeed, you will be called a knight of honor."

"It's called Dragon Rider."

"Dragon Knight?"

Lanar repeated, her beautiful eyes gleaming.

A knight is a knight, and a dragon rider is a dragon rider.

The two cannot be confused.

Dragon Knight, above all other professions.

"It's easy to understand. It will be my heirloom in the future."

Lanar smiled brightly.

Rainier has a "Light of the Kingdom", which she treasures very much.

I wonder whose sword is sharper?

Yimon didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise he would tell her.

Half a pound!

Both are powerful, but slightly inferior to Valyrian steel swords.

Mithril is of higher quality, with superior toughness and sharpness, and can self-repair even minor damage.

Fire concentrate specializes in hardness and sharpness.

The material imparts a touch of spirituality.

Ordinary people would be harmed if they wore it, but those with true dragon blood would be nourished if they wore it.

In the days of Old Valyria, weapons forged from fire ore were in great demand among the forty dragonlord families.

It stayed warm for a while.

Lannino intervened and asked the two to go have dinner.

"Let's go."

Aemon put on his clothes and stopped letting Lanaer take advantage of him.

Lanar smiled helplessly.

It’s better to put it on so that Lannino won’t see it.

……

At the dining table, Yimon was only focused on eating to fill his stomach and get nutrition.

"What a nice sword."

The sea serpent and Rhaenys admired the fire sword "Dragon Knight" and expressed admiration from time to time.

Not only is the sword itself great, but it also has elements of old Valyria.

"Aemon, I would like to hire you to forge a heirloom sword for House Velaryon."

Collis pleaded solemnly.

Yimon declined: "No."

"I will pay you handsomely, even if you only want a ship."

Collis insisted.

Velaryon once had an heirloom called Seafoam, a rare Valyrian steel scimitar.

During one of our ancestors' voyages, both the man and the knife disappeared.

Collis made nine voyages and inquired countless times, but he did not get any news.

He longed to recover Seafoam, or to spend the fortune to purchase a Valyrian steel weapon as an heirloom.

Yimon has excellent craftsmanship and also has rare minerals.

I heard that he collected big ships, so the worst that could happen to him was that he would bleed a little.

"Don't do it!"

Yimon continued to decline without hesitation.

Riding dragons is his profession, and blacksmithing is His Royal Highness's hobby.

Whether it's making a sword for your future partner or making weapons for others.

Doesn't that mean I'm just working?
Collis frowned and said unwillingly: "What do you want?"

"Father!"

He was halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Lannar.

Lanar said seriously: "The materials used by Aemon are very precious. They are hard to find in the world now. Moreover, the forging process involves blood witchcraft, which is very dangerous."

She exaggerated a bit.

But the property of fire ore melting in blood does make people feel uneasy.

Hearing this, Collis shut up with a dark face.

There's nothing I can do. It's my fault for letting the cotton-padded jacket leak.

"Humph!"

He snorted heavily to show his dissatisfaction.

Aemon remained indifferent, his mouth bulging with stuff.

Watching the sea snake being humiliated is really appetizing.

Lannar had no choice but to use her handkerchief to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.

Aemon narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the service of his older sister.

Collis's features were distorted.

"I'll take my leave first."

Seeing that things were not going well, Lannino ran away with a silly smile.

"I'm done eating, please enjoy your meal, auntie."

Aemon followed suit.

He had finished eating, but the dragon had not yet eaten.

……

The sun is shining brightly in the afternoon.

Stone Steps Islands, an unnamed deserted island.

"Hiss-"

Womisoer looked up at the sky and roared like thunder.

From his condensed vertical pupils, one can tell that his emotions are quite unstable.

"Be quiet, Vermithor."

Aemon said softly.

Womisol glanced at him sideways and slowly lowered his dragon head.

"Good guy."

Aemon hugged the dragon's mouth and rubbed the dragon's jaw with his hand.

There is no slight droop as when I first saw it.

Covered with thick bronze scales, it is full of a solid sense of power.

"Roar……"

Womisoer stared at the driver, growling from deep in his throat.

It can't wait.

Aemon didn't waste any time. He bumped Dragon Kiss's lower lip with his head, took out the firefly fruit and put it into his mouth.

Womisol's vertical pupils instantly gleamed with brilliance. He rolled his tongue and swallowed the fruit into his stomach. He raised his dragon head and turned around to crawl away.

The deserted island is not large and there is nothing on it.

Womisol crawled to the center of the deserted island and curled up his huge body.

"come on."

Aemon whispered encouragement and walked out to the golden beach.

The firefly fruit is different from the blood source fruit in that it strengthens fire magic.

He was afraid that Womisol would spray dragon fire randomly, so he specially found an uninhabited desert island.

Lannar rode Vhagar and patrolled the surrounding area to avoid any roaming pirates from the Three Women's Kingdoms.

Time passes day by day.

I thought it would take a long time, but it far exceeded my expectations.

The third day, morning.

Aemon had the golden-nosed rat on his shoulder, reading quietly about the Bellerys family books.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, a roar full of pain resounded over dozens of miles.

"Womithor!?"

Aemon was shocked, closed the book and rushed over immediately.

He heard the emotion in Womisoel's voice.

Right now,

Womisol roared loudly, shaking its dragon head and beating the ground with its wings and front limbs.

He plowed deep furrows into the gravelly land.

When Aemon arrived, he just saw Wormisol opening his dragon mouth and pungent black smoke coming out from the depths of his throat.

"Roar!!"

Womisol was extremely manic and stretched his neck to spit fire.

But the harder you push, the more black smoke comes out.

Finally, as if choked, he suddenly spat out a pool of black gray residue.

"This is?"

Aemon was shocked.

At this moment, Womisoel's roar became more violent.

"Hiss-"

The roar startled the seabirds and cleared the clouds.

Womisol collapsed heavily to the ground, gasping for breath, as if he was having his bones scraped to cure poison.

Aemon suddenly realized.

Its vertical pupils were tightly closed, and two lines of blood flowed from the corners of its eyes, which quickly evaporated when it encountered the hot breath.

"Hold on, Wormithor."

Yimon was secretly encouraged. He didn't expect the firefly fruit to be so effective.

He didn't dare to go up, for fear of delaying Womisol's transformation.

Waiting eagerly.

Time passes minute by minute.

Soon, the sun sets.

Aemon sat there, keeping an eye on what was happening at Wormithor.

It was motionless, as if it was in deep sleep.

boom--

There was a loud noise in the sky, and a huge monster broke through the wind resistance and flew towards the wasteland.

Vhagar landed with a thud.

Aemon turned his head and saw Lanaar with a frown on her face.

"what happened?"

The disputed land has been peaceful lately.

The Myr people took in the Tyroshi mercenaries and the two sides colluded with each other.

However, due to the threat of several giant dragons, they did not dare to counterattack together.

It won't be long before the false alliance collapses.

"It's news from Dorne."

Lanar said solemnly: "Prince Keoran Martell of Dorne organized a fleet and sailed from Sunspear City to the Stepstone Islands."

The Dornish finally showed their fangs.

Aemon was startled when he heard this and was about to say something.

Suddenly, the ground shook.

"Hiss-"

Womisol suddenly opened his vertical pupils, and his copper-colored pupils flashed with cold light, as if a majestic king was roaring.

With its broad wings supporting its body, the bronze dragon looks like a mountain.

next second.

The dragon stretched out its neck, opened its dragon mouth, and spewed out blazing dragon flames like a volcanic eruption.

The dragon flame is as bright as copper foil and its shape looks like rolling copper water.

Rumble!
The bright copper dragon flame sprayed onto the nearby mountains, and the rocks instantly exploded, splashing in all directions with the flame as the center.

"The form has changed!"

Aemon saw the key at a glance.

In the past, dragon flames would only leave gray and black residues on the spot, without any explosion or splashing effects.

Feeling the scorching heat in the air, the temperature seems to be rising.

boom--

Womisoer suppressed the dragon flame and flew towards the sky covered with fiery clouds.

"Hiss-"

Flying in the air, the bronze dragon flame spewed out again.

It seems as if there is endless power, squandering it recklessly.

The sun sets slowly.

The last ray of afterglow shone on the bronze dragon, stretching its shadow infinitely.

Every time a beam of dragon flame erupted, a flash of deep copper light would appear in his eyes.

This is a transformation from the inside out.

Fundamentally strengthen the foundation.

After a while, only a ray of setting sun remained on the horizon.

Womisol circled for who knows how many times and slowly landed on the golden beach.

Aemon blocked the wind with one hand and walked in front of the dragon.

"Roar!"

Womisol's bronze-bright vertical pupils were piercing with spirit. He growled at the driver and extended his dragon's snout to bump into him.

"You guy."

Aemon staggered a little, then laughed.

It worked!
Womisoel snorted hard, lowered one shoulder and neck to the ground, and pushed the driver with his huge dragon head.

The intention is obvious.

Come up and fly around.

How could Aemon refuse? He stepped on the dragon's neck and climbed onto its back, shouting, "Fly, Vermithor!"

"Hiss-"

Womisol bent his knees, flapped his wings, and soared high into the sky.

The man and the dragon are united in mind.

No need for instructions, head straight towards Bloodstone Island.

(End of this chapter)