Chapter 19: The Dragon Comes at the Call
A blood-red pillar of fire shot into the sky, its intense flames roaring straight towards the Silver Dragon tearing through the black mist.
The Dragon had scales as pure as silver and a small but still noble horn-crown. It flexibly folded its membrane wings, dodging the pillar of fire that ripped through the sky.
Immediately, like a hunting seabird, it swooped down towards the source of the flames, a giant Firewyrm that had suddenly burst out of the ground.
It raised its long body high, letting out a silent roar of defiance towards the sky.
"Roar!"
A thunderous Dragon roar echoed through the ruins.
A golden flame, no less impressive than the pillar of fire, cascaded down from the sky like a waterfall. The two flames exploded in the air, countless sparks raining down from the sky, as if a fire shower was falling.
Dragonzel pulled Lynn, who was half out in the open, into a protruding section of the ruins.
"Amos, Hofa, gather everyone. We'll meet up with the Arbitrator as soon as possible."
The people in the camp, realizing the situation was not right, did not sit idly by. Instead, led by Sebastian and Aslan Longdel, they quickly converged towards the direction of the ruined tower.
The Bronze Fury passed through the mushroom cloud of fire that erupted when the flames collided, raising its sharp Dragon claws to strike at the Firewyrm's massive lizard head.
The Bronze Fury's outstretched brown membrane wings covered the sky. Even from a distance, Dragonzel could sense its immense size.
The Firewyrm showed no weakness, allowing the Dragon's sharp claws to tear its rocky shell. Its long body twisted agilely, intending to bite the Dragon's chest and abdomen.
But it might have underestimated the Bronze Fury's combat power. With a fierce swipe of its claws, the Firewyrm's wide-open mouth was directly slammed shut, and its head was thrown high.
The Silver Dragon seized this opening, raised its wings, and instantly climbed. Its Dragon mouth opened wide, biting fiercely into the Firewyrm's "neck," if it had one.
The sharp Dragon teeth crunched through the Firewyrm's rocky outer shell that protected its body, and scalding, lava-like blood gushed out like a stream.
The Firewyrm roared silently in pain, its serpentine, coiled body writhing wildly, spewing out sheets of flames into the sky. But these were all blocked by the Bronze Fury's scales, which gradually turned molten gold under the flames.
Its claws were firmly embedded in the Firewyrm's lizard head, and then a stream of Dragonflame was unleashed, considerately bypassing the Silver Dragon that was biting its neck.
Bathed in the intense Dragonflame, the flames in the Firewyrm's eyes grew weaker, and the carapace protecting its head began to crack and melt.
Dragonzel swallowed nervously.
Is this the gods' reward?
Is it a bit exaggerated?
The heat in his blood gradually receded. He could feel the scorching things that had revived underground rapidly fleeing the area.
After all, it was the outskirts of the Valyrian Ruins, where a giant Firewyrm could reign supreme. Now that the king of these monsters was being hunted by a more powerful creature, how could these little fellows hidden in the city ruins not be afraid?
After a breath of Dragonflame.
The Bronze Fury bit into the Firewyrm's head, whose eye sockets were now devoid of flame. Its sharp teeth effortlessly tore through the flesh beneath the carapace.
The Silver Dragon pulled, and the Firewyrm's head and body separated.
Only at this moment did the Bronze Fury slowly carry the Firewyrm's head and turn towards Dragonzel and his companions.
The two Dragons, carrying the Firewyrm's corpse, slowly folded their wings and landed next to the ruined tower.
The Silver Dragon tilted its head to look at the skeletal remains of its own kind, then turned back to continue tearing at the Firewyrm's flesh, as if this scorching flesh was particularly to their liking.
The Bronze Fury looked down from above at Dragonzel, who was hiding under the ruins with the reunited group. Its Dragon eyes were cold, with a hint of frenzy.
Its body was at least a size larger than the Silver Dragon's, and its Dragon mouth, also more than a size larger, opened to reveal jagged, sharp Dragon teeth.
Unlike the Silver Dragon, which had small and few horn-crowns, the Bronze Fury's body was mostly covered with large, sharp spikes arranged neatly.
Its Dragon horns were thick and long, with multiple horns, some pointing straight back, some curving downwards, together forming a ferocious horn-crown like a king's crown.
The Dragon's lower jaw also had spikes resembling a beard.
"It seems the magical pollution in the Valyrian Ruins is no longer suitable for Dragons to live in."
Dragonzel keenly caught that hint of frenzy; the Dragon had been affected as soon as it arrived.
Coupled with the very obvious physical characteristics, it can be inferred that these two Dragons are most likely the Dragons of the surviving Dragonlord family, House Targaryen, mentioned in the intelligence.
They are the partners of King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, the Conciliator, the temperamental and battle-hardened Vermithor, named after the Ancient Valyrian god of forging, and Silverwing, the Dragon of the Good Queen Alysanne Targaryen.
In other words, they are the Dragons of Dragonzel and his companions' maternal grandfather and grandmother.
Among the known Dragons existing at that time, Vermithor's size was second only to the old Dragon Vhagar.
The gods are quite generous.
If he could survive Vermithor's Dragonflame.
"Valarr." Dragonzel called his brother. He cut his palm and smeared blood on both his and his brother's faces.
Silver-tinged blood slowly flowed down the faces of the two youths.
Valarr was only momentarily puzzled, then immediately followed his brother with some excitement.
The Dragon that had landed nearby seemed not to notice these two "little bugs."
Vermithor crunched through the Firewyrm's head, swallowing the jelly-like, lava-like viscous substance inside its head, then closed its eyes contentedly as if greatly enjoying it.
Although the thick smoke constantly coming from its nostrils proved that the Dragon's mood was not so pleasant.
Silverwing lowered its head and bit open the rocky carapace on the Firewyrm's body, slowly tearing at the steaming flesh of the Firewyrm.
Vermithor searched inside the Firewyrm's head for a while, then turned and roared at Silverwing.
"Roar!"
Silverwing was stunned for a moment, then seemed to move a few steps aside as if somewhat wronged, but immediately, as if realizing something, it roared back mercilessly.
"Hiss!"
But Silverwing only roared once, then shook its head, flinging a piece of the Firewyrm in front of Vermithor, and continued to swallow the remaining flesh in small bites.
Seeing this, Vermithor did not entangle further and lowered its head to bite off the flesh Silverwing had thrown over.
Dragonzel, who had already touched Vermithor's wing, turned pale. He finally understood why Dragons were so terrifying.
Vermithor's massive size of several hundred feet and a wingspan of over a thousand feet, in his magical vision, was a fiercely burning volcano.
Endless flames burned intensely in its core; fire flowed in the Dragon's blood, and fire was contained in the Dragon's muscles.
It could be said that, from a magical perspective, a Dragon is living fire.
If it weren't for the two Dragons slowly absorbing the magical pollution in the ruins, and his own protective runes, which were actually derived from his father and the mages' research on pollution, Dragonzel would have no way to subtly influence the emotions of the two Dragons through the connection between them.
In fact, it had little effect. Perhaps due to the influence of their former masters, these two Dragons had a strange harmonious atmosphere. Even when their emotions were polluted, they did not tear at each other for food like ordinary wild beasts.
Dragonzel grabbed the black prism stone embedded with silver threads hanging around his neck. This was something his father had left him, specifically instructing him in his notes that if he encountered an adult Dragon that could be tamed, he could take out this Shadowbinding Stone from Asshai.
As for what effect this stone had, his father did not know either.
Dragonzel made up his mind, grabbed a spike on Vermithor's body, and began to climb onto it.
Vermithor felt something climbing on it and shook uncomfortably. Dragonzel held tightly to a spike, which kept him from falling.
"This can't go on."
Dragonzel knew very well that if Vermithor moved again, he would not be able to hold on. With a hardened heart, he slapped a spike.
Blood instantly gushed from the pierced wound, but it did not drip, instead slowly seeping into Vermithor's scales.
Silver light surged, and the wound on Dragonzel's palm quickly stopped bleeding and healed as before.
Seeing Vermithor calm down, Dragonzel continued to climb towards the concave area on Vermithor's back.
There were several bone spurs there that could be grasped.
Vermithor had just torn off a piece of meat and swallowed it when it suddenly realized that the little bug from earlier seemed not to have been shaken off; instead, it had already climbed onto its back.
How could this be tolerated?
"Vermithor, fly!" Dragonzel shouted in High Valyrian.
Vermithor unceremoniously turned its neck and unleashed a breath of Dragonflame towards its back.
"Roar!"
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