62 Lanar Vhagar« Prev≡ Table of ContentsGoogleNext »East coast, beach.
Aemon walked out of Climax City and walked slowly here.
"Zhizhi."
The golden-nosed rat got out of his backpack, turned his head and looked around.
Whenever we go to a new place, it has become a habit to look for treasures.
Aemon patted it, pinched the furry body and put it on his shoulder.
The little thing is very loyal and always stays at Longshan while training the dragon.
His Royal Highness was very moved.
From now on, if he has a bite to eat, there will be leftovers for Shushu.
"The Velaryon family is really rich."
Aemon looked around and saw many ships sailing.
This is still a remote area, replaced by Hull Town and Spice Town. There are as many ships in the port as chess pieces on a chessboard.
"A roaring naval battle, everything was burned down."
Aemon shook his head secretly, his determination to become stronger and more independent became stronger.
If the "Dance of the Blood Dragon" cannot be stopped, no matter how prosperous the town is, it will be in vain.
The scenery is just temporary.
Half an hour later.
Eamonn walked up a steep slope and saw a familiar silver-haired figure from a distance.
"Lanael?"
What a coincidence, we met here.
Eamonn became interested and decided to hook up with him.
Of course, just sharing the joy of taming the dragon.
He has a fiancé who is still alive.
At this time, Lanner was sitting on a sparse grass slope, blowing the sea breeze alone.
Silver-gold wavy hair floated in front of her eyes in the wind, and her white fingertips gently tucked behind her ears.
Because her back is facing away, her graceful figure under the blue dress is uneven, showing her natural beauty without reservation.
But no matter how beautiful the appearance is, it can't hide the loneliness in the heart.
"What are you doing?"
Eamonn climbed up the grassy slope, his big eyes full of curiosity.
Lanner looked back in surprise and asked doubtfully: "Aemon, how did you find this?"
"Just walking around, I happened to see you."
Of course Eamonn did not admit his little thoughts. Seeing that the other party showed no sign of crying alone, he asked a question: "You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing?"
Could it be that he knows how stupid his fiancé is and is hiding here to relax.
He guessed correctly.
Lanner rolled her eyes, patted the seat next to her, and said, "Sit with me for a while."
"no problem."
Aemon sat down obediently, his ears straightened up.
There are not many opportunities to hear gossip from the person involved.
Lanner held her chin with one hand, revealing her white swan neck, and turned her head to tell her troubles about marriage.
The main problem lies in the lack of candidates for marriage.
The political resources behind it have plummeted, and they are beyond the eyes of the sea snake Corliss.
"Then what do you think?"
Aemon was in high spirits.
Lanner said nothing and stared at him seriously for a while, her beautiful eyes calm.
"Huh?"
Aemon was startled when he saw this, and carefully moved to the side.
I have been in contact with Allison and Rhaenyra for a long time, and I feel uncomfortable meeting such smart women.
This bitch doesn't look like a good person!
"Are you scared?"
Lanner chuckled and couldn't help but said: "I can't kill him, can I?"
Eamonn:…
That's not necessarily the case!
Lanner didn't know what he was thinking, so she smiled and said, "With my father's shrewdness, he will consider it for me."
Aemon nodded, somewhat impressed.
She was sober, and Velaryon's brain worked well.
"Follow me and I'll show you the scenery."
Interested in sitting there, Lanner took the conversation elsewhere.
Eamonn has everything he needs.
The two of them walked... side by side.
There is no way, His Royal Highness is too short.
Lanner has a tall figure, is dignified and elegant in a light blue dress, and walks with lightness and elegance.
Aemon followed, his head only reaching the arc of his hips.
"How can these legs be so long?"
Comparing the body proportions, Eamonn was full of questions.
The big bear has legs from the bottom down, right?
He consciously leaned to the side, for fear of being hit in the face by his butt if he wasn't careful.
Not long after, we came to a remote open space.
"Baa baa~~"
Far away, I saw a herd of fat sheep.
boom--
A dark green behemoth crawled slowly, stretched its neck and sprayed out dragon flames, shrouding more than a dozen sheep in it.
The fat is dried and burned into charcoal in an instant.
Then, enjoy the meal.
"It's Vhagar."
Aemon turned around in surprise.
Then he found that it was facing his buttocks and silently raised his head.
With a smile in her eyes, Lanner stretched out her hand to pinch his cheek and said, "It's eating, let's not get too close."
After saying that, he led the other party not far away.
Aemon frowned, vaguely seeing through the evil woman's little thoughts.
One of the three major illusions in life.
Doesn't she have a crush on me?
Aemon's heart trembled, thinking it was very possible.
Who is Lanner?
The eldest daughter of "Uncrowned Queen" Rhaenys and the sea serpent Corlys, she has pure ancient Valyrian blood.
The driver of the largest and oldest dragon "Vhagar" today.
With such a background and ability, the requirements for choosing a mate must be higher.
How could a majestic dragon master fall in love with the son of the former Sea King of Braavos?
Otherwise, she could get married after her 16th name day last year.
According to the "Targaryen Law of Mutual Attraction", Lannar's mate selection...
Aemon lowered his head and held out four fingers.
Looking at the entire Targaryen family, there are only four males.
Uncle Viserys...crossed out.
Dad Daemon is still a widower, so he was also crossed out.
In the end, only Aegon, who was two years old, was left, and he had just finished taming a dragon.
Aemon felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and he was speechless in his heart: "There are too many wolves and too little meat."
You know, there is no choice for Lady Wang for Rhaenyra.
There is also a hungry Helena below.
"Dear uncle, your favorite eldest daughter Rhaenyra is not competitive."
Aemon secretly complained.
Pure loser.
At this time, Lanar brought a sheep from somewhere and coaxed it to Vhagar.
"Can I touch it?"
Aemon put aside his distracting thoughts and approached warmly.
After taming Wormithor, the panel gained an additional 900 essence points, making him rich overnight.
Don't miss the opportunity to touch other dragons.
"No!"
Lanar shook her head and said seriously: "Vhagar is old and has a very bad temper."
Even when feeding, only she was allowed to get close.
Aemon stopped and listened to the advice.
The older the dragon, the worse its temper.
This is basically an iron rule.
Just like Wormisor, he didn't even give face to his driver.
Because they have lived too long, they have seen too many separations of life and death, and their hearts are covered with a haze over time.
Before recognizing the master, they will choose to sleep.
This can isolate them from external interference and reduce their food intake during sleep.
After recognizing the master, they will leave the Dragon Mountain.
"Hiss--"
Vhagar's vertical pupils turned, glanced at the driver, and let out a low roar like thunder.
In a few bites, he ate up the charred mutton.
Aemon watched from a distance, and his heartbeat slightly accelerated.
Vhagar is already 160 years old.
Its body is comparable to a small mountain, and standing on the open space is like a dark green forest rising from the ground.
According to Aemon's naked eye measurement.
Its body is at least more than 100 meters, and even reaches an unimaginable 120 meters.
Even Wormisoar couldn't match him.
However.
Aemon frowned slightly, noticing Vhagar's drooping jaw and the sparse pointed corners of his temples.
Under that huge body, it was hard to hide the aging of his age.
A closer look revealed that he looked a bit old.
"How much combat power he can still exert is a question to be estimated."
Aemon's eyes flickered, and he was alert to fight against this old dragon.
During the Dance of the Dragons, the 180-year-old Vhagar could replace the young and strong Korakshu.
Now he is 160 years old, and his strength has not declined so seriously.
Invincible!