Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Wormisor, having lost its target, roared angrily in the sky. At the same time, its bronze-colored dragon head warily surveyed its surroundings.

The next second, the glutton suddenly rushed out from the clouds and bit down hard on Vomisor's neck.

"Hiss—!"

Vomisor roared in pain, immediately twisting its body and tearing at the scales on the Glutton's chest with its claws.

Sensing danger, the glutton immediately tore off a small piece of dragon meat, quickly flew to the left, and provocatively swallowed the meat.

Womisol angrily twisted its dragon head, immediately flapped its wings, and spewed golden dragonfire at the glutton.

The glutton was not afraid at all, and responded with a ghostly green dragon flame.

Two bursts of dragon flame of different colors clashed.

In the end, the glutton prevailed, breaking through the thick smoke and immediately biting Vomisor's wing, beginning to shake its head repeatedly as before.

"Roar—"

"Hiss—"

Two dragon roars rang out in succession, one belonging to Vormisor and the other to the awakened Silverwing.

Sensing Vormisor's pain, it immediately crawled out of the dragon's lair, flapping its beautiful silver wings, and soared towards the gluttons in the sky.

"Dreamfire, Dragonflame!"

Upon hearing the command, Dreamfire unleashed its deep blue dragonfire onto Silverwing's neck.

Silverwing, in pain and anger, changed course and charged toward Dreamfire.

"Dreamfire, fly out of Dragonstone!"

Helena's mission is to hold back Silverwing, preventing the two dragons from attacking the Glutton, while also protecting herself and Dreamfire from harm.

Although Dreamfire was unwilling, it would not rashly disobey its pilot's orders. It turned around and took Silverwing away from Dragonstone Island.

……

Outside the dragon's lair.

"Damn it, this sheep thief is way too cautious; he won't even let anyone ride him!"

Imond had intended to try to tame the wild dragon, which was larger than Silverwing and had never had a rider, while the sheep thieves were eating.

Unexpectedly, Imond had barely climbed halfway up when he was thrown off by a sheep thief who was also nearby.

But Imond was not about to admit defeat, and the two continued their back-and-forth.

Finally, driven to desperation by the sheep thief, the dragon could only feign a warning roar, which inadvertently disturbed Vomisol, who was sleeping in the dragon's lair.

And then, this scene unfolded.

"Sigh, we should have listened to our elder brother and waited until we were more prepared before taming the sheep thief!"

Imond did not regret his impulsive act, but he felt sorry for himself.

Next time, when he is fully prepared, he will definitely be able to tame this wild dragon!

"Imond, I've finally found you! Come on up!"

Aegon rode Sunfire and landed slowly. Seeing that Aymond was safe and sound, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Great! As long as her younger brother is alright, Renilla won't take away her right to drink on the Steps Isles!

Imond nodded, immediately mounted Sunfire, and rode away from the dragon's lair.

The night view of Dragon Stone is beautiful; even with your eyes closed, you can hear the sound of waves crashing against the stone walls.

Of course, this also includes the unmistakable roar of the dragon.

At this moment, Vormisor had obvious scratches and bite marks on its neck, wings, and back, and its wounds were dripping with dragon blood, making it look extremely disheveled.

In contrast, the Glutton's deep green eyes suppressed excitement and joy, and its dragon head twisted in agitation, attempting to pounce on Vomisol several times.

"No, if you kill him, the family will lose a powerful and skilled dragon!" Baylor patted the Glutton's back.

The glutton roared and looked at Beller, as if to say that this was its nature as a dragon-eating species, and not a fault!

"Alright, alright, stop getting impatient."

"After the battle is over, I'll take you to find the best food."

The place the prince was referring to was, of course, the Smoke Sea, a place he had always planned to visit but had never actually been to.

The glutton roared in dissatisfaction, but still obeyed Beller's idea, letting Vomitor drag his mangled body back to the dragon's lair.

Soon after, Silverwing was also defeated by Dreamfire.

This female dragon, who had been locked in her lair for years and was extremely unruly, played a cruel trick on Silverwing with her own will.

Silverwing had shallow scratches on its wings, neck, and chest, and its once magnificent silver scales had turned somewhat charred gray, making it look just like a sheep that had been thrown into a fire.

"Hiss—"

Silverwing was furious and subconsciously called out to Vormisor, only to see Beller manipulating the Glutton, who, together with Helena's Dreamfire, formed a pincer attack on it.

"Silverwing, go back!"

Aside from needing to defeat Vormisor to establish his prestige, Bellor naturally avoided other battles with the dragons whenever possible.

"Go back, you are no match for us!"

Helena echoed the call, while simultaneously trying to calm Dreamfire, who still wanted to fight.

Knowing that there was no chance of victory, Silverwing roared and twisted its body, flying back to the dragon's lair with extreme reluctance.

After Silverwing returned to the dragon's lair, Beller and Helena controlled their dragons and slowly landed in front of Sunfire, keeping their distance from the restless sub-adult dragon.

"Big brother, I managed to get that brat Imond out of here safely for you. You promised me you wouldn't take away my right to drink on the Steps Isles!"

Aegon was a heavy drinker, and even prayed to the Seven that if he were to go to Heaven, he should be placed on the floor where he could drink.

Baylor shook his head speechlessly. "Is drinking all you think about?"

Aegon began seriously, "There are women too, but I've never been to the Stepstone Islands, so I don't know what the women there are like."

Baldr ignored Aegon and turned his gaze to Imond, who was cowering and trying to hide behind Helena.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Baylor did not object to Imond's ambition to conquer dragons, but he despised fools who disobeyed advice and acted on their own.

"I don't have any other thoughts. I just want to tame the dragon as soon as possible so that our family can conquer the Kingdom of the Three Daughters!"

Imond maintained the stubbornness expected of a Targaryen, but dared not look up at his elder brother Baelor.

Because he had personally witnessed Aegon, the mother's favorite, being hung up with a rope and severely beaten for three days by Baelor when he got into trouble.

Aegon's mother, Alison, pleaded with his father, Viserys, for help, but all they managed was to prevent him from being hung up by the ropes; however, he still received every beating he received.

Aegon covered his mouth with schadenfreude, looked up at the serious-looking Baylor, and knew that Aymond was definitely not going to escape a beating today.

Helena looked worried, gently tugging at Baylor's sleeve with one hand, hoping her brother wouldn't punish Imond.

Baylor sighed softly. "Imond, I admire your ambition and understand that you want to do your part for the family."

"So, I won't hit you like I hit Aegon."

Imond looked up in surprise, but before his expression of delight could last three seconds, Baylor continued to speak.

"Tomorrow, return to King's Landing immediately, and do not reveal the dragon you have tamed."

"Big brother, why?!"

"If it's to punish my impulsiveness, you can hit me or scold me, but you can't prevent me from taming the dragon!"

For Imond, preventing him from proving himself to everyone in this way was worse than killing him.