A little boy saw Drogon sitting there eating and drinking like a human being. He broke free from his mother's arms and wanted to observe Drogon closely, but his mother pulled him back and slapped him hard on the head.
"Aren't you afraid of being eaten alive by disturbing a real dragon while it's eating?" the mother scolded.
When the little boy heard this, he was so scared that he quickly ran into his mother's arms.
Hearing the movements of the mother and son, Drogon, who had eaten everything, looked at them, flapped his huge wings and flew over their heads, scaring the mother and son so much that they fell to the ground.
After teaching the naughty kid a lesson, Drogon continued looking for barbecue. He was now as big as a pony, with a wingspan of more than six meters. This amount of barbecue was just enough to fill his teeth, not even enough to make him full.
After eating the tender barbecued meat, he no longer wanted to go through the trouble of catching sheep himself. It would be better to eat ready-made food! The grasslands were not short of mutton and horse meat.
It was lunch time for the Dothraki, and Drogon soon found a larger group of Khalasars with hundreds of tents and seven or eight barbecue grills. He used the same trick to drive everyone away and enjoyed the food alone.
Seeing Drogon grabbing the meat, a few people wanted to draw their bows and arrows, but were stopped in time by Kaa. Seeing that Drogon was covered in shiny black scales, it would be difficult for them to shoot arrows through his defense. Not only would they fail to kill him, but they might also anger the real dragon, which would then kill even the little Khalasars.
Drogon, who was eating happily, had already noticed their little movements. He was indeed not worried about the arrows. With his current defense, ordinary arrows could not cause any harm to him except for his eyes.
What? Backdoor? Is the tail white?
From the way this Khalasar was dressed, Drogon didn't seem to be very wealthy. After eating five grills, he flapped his wings and flew away, looking for the next target. He was a kind predator.
He finally had enough to eat and drink after robbing three grassland Karasas. None of the three Karasas dared to attack him, which made him feel a little proud and sighed that the dragon life was wonderful!
However, he also felt a little embarrassed. His appetite was getting bigger and bigger. He couldn't eat enough if he robbed too little, but it was not a long-term solution to keep robbing.
It would be a disgrace to the great dragon that he robs fat sheep everywhere if it gets out. Next time he comes, he should bring some gold or silver coins to pay for the meal, so that he can eat with peace of mind.
I was a little full, so I had to digest the food well on the way. I flew all the way back to the Dragon Queen's fleet and fell into a deep sleep on the boat.
Drogon didn't know that after he left, the news of the real dragon slowly spread throughout the grassland.
Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons, has long been accustomed to Drogon running around everywhere. She knows that Drogon has a big appetite and eats fine food. His appetite cannot be satisfied on the ship at all, so she lets him hunt on his own. However, she doesn't know that he didn't hunt anything this time and was only concerned with snatching food.
When he woke up in the morning, Drogon stretched himself and found that he had grown a lot bigger and was now the size of a horse. He couldn't even open his wings in his special cabin.
"Hmm?" Just as he was about to go out and move around, drogon suddenly discovered that there was another inherited ability in his mind - transformation.
The first time I saw Drogon transform, I thought of the skill he used when playing King of Glory. Could it be that it also came with him? And it became a hereditary ability?
Could it be possible to transform into a human? Drogon was excited. Although he had basically adapted to the dragon body and was very eager to live a dragon life, wouldn't it be even better if he could switch back and forth between dragon and human? He could also have sex with beautiful women...
What a perfect life! Drogon looked forward to a bright future and used a small amount of magic to transform.
"puff!"
What is this? A faint puff of smoke dissipated, and looking at the familiar little body, drogon asked the heavens speechlessly, where is my human body? Where is my beautiful life?
What does it mean to become the size of a newborn? This skill is still so bad!
After sitting on the ground with his wings covering his face for five minutes, Drogon finally figured it out. He jumped and flapped his wings twice, feeling the young body. The strength is about one-third weaker than that of an adult, and the defense, claws and teeth are also weakened.
They walked out of the cabin in small steps. The bright sunshine shone on the sea, causing sparkling light. Rhaegal and Viserion flew freely in the sky.
"Pretty leisurely!" Looking at the two dragons looking relaxed, Drogon suddenly flapped his wings and rushed towards the green dragon Rhaegal like an arrow. His strength was not much weakened, his body and weight were greatly reduced, but his speed doubled. Rhaegal was hit in the stomach before he had any reaction.
"Ugh!" A scream came from Rego's long neck, almost making her vomit up the overnight meal.
"With such a weak vigilance, it's no wonder they were killed by the giant crossbow's sneak attack. It seems that we need to make them more careful in the future."
After hitting the target, Drogon did not stop. His sharp claws tore off several scales from Rhaegal and then rushed to her neck to bite her.
After being hit hard, Rhaegal finally reacted and turned around to bite Drogon, but was easily avoided.
When he saw Drogon, Rhaegal was stunned. Why did this little guy look so familiar, and his smell was the same as the boss who tortured them every day.
Before she could figure out the reason, Drogon hit her on the head with his claw again. Being bullied by such a small dragon, Rhaegal was furious. It was bad enough that the big boss bullied them every day, but even the little one climbed onto her head. How could she tolerate it?
He no longer cared about his breath and shook his big head hard, trying to throw Drogon off and teach him a lesson, but Drogon's sharp claws were firmly stuck in his dense armor and he couldn't throw him off.
Viserion, who was not far from Rhaegal, flew over when he heard Rhaegal's scream. He was stunned when he saw Drogon clearly. He didn't know where he came from. His breath made him both disgusted and afraid, so he didn't dare to attack for a while.
"What a coward." Seeing Viserion standing there and not daring to make a move, Drogon immediately understood what he was thinking and let go of the Rhaegal Scales and rushed towards him.
Forced to take action, Viserion found the feeling of being trained by Drogon again, but this time it was very different from the past. At that time, he and Rhaegal surrounded Drogon and bit him, and their claws hit the flesh and their mouths were bloody.
But today, drogon was as slippery as a loach and escaped from his mouth many times. He even took the opportunity to hit him, causing him to grimace in pain.
"The dragons are fighting again." The sailors and crew on the deck watched while basking in the sun. This had become an important entertainment program during their boring journey.
"Who are they fighting?" Someone noticed something was wrong. In the past, it was usually a three-dragon fight, or to be more precise, the black dragon Drogon was fighting two alone. But today was a little different. The green dragon and the gold dragon were actually fighting a tiny creature.
Because they were too far away, they could only see a big black dot running back and forth between the two dragons, forcing the two dragons to look back and forth, roaring and screaming non-stop.
"This is a outsider." Seeing the situation in the sky, the bloodrider Aggo immediately went to report to Daenerys. After hearing the report, Daenerys hurried out of the cabin.
"impossible!"
Seeing the fierce fight in the sky, she simply couldn't believe it. The sky belonged to giant dragons. What other birds could compare to dragons?
Moreover, it was so small in size, extremely flexible, yet extremely ferocious, and it bit Rhaegal and Viserion so hard that they screamed continuously.
"Ago, can you shoot him down?"
No matter what kind of flying bird it was, it threatened her dragon, and Daenerys planned to shoot it down first.