Chapter 20 Bronze Fury
The scorching Dragonflame swept past Dragonzel's body. Vermithor clearly overestimated the flexibility of its neck. If it were Caraxes, known for its long neck, perhaps turning its head to breathe fire could harm the small bug behind it.
But unfortunately, Vermithor's thick neck couldn't do that. However, its Dragonflame was large and powerful. The fire wave swept over half of Dragonzel's body, but it only ignited the boy's clothes and didn't even burn his silver hair.
A faint light, a mix of silver and red, protected Dragonzel within the flames. He clung tightly to Vermithor's bone spurs, pressing his entire body against the Dragon's back.
"Vermithor, fly."
The bronze-colored Dragon became even more agitated. It constantly shook its body, trying to shake off the small bug on its back, even though the small bug had a scent that made it feel very comfortable.
"Roar!"
Vermithor wanted to call Silverwing for help, but found that Silverwing was also trying to shake something off.
"Vermithor, fly!"
Vermithor roared towards the sky, charged forward a few steps, spread its thousand-foot Dragon wings, and lifted its Dragon claws off the ground. The Dragon finally took to the air with the boy.
Of course, this didn't mean Vermithor was obeying Dragonzel's command. The Dragon still wanted to teach the small bug behind it, who smelled comfortable but didn't know its place, a lesson.
Vermithor roared as it flew vertically upwards. Dragonzel's feet were in the air, which was very uncomfortable, but he could only cling tightly to the Dragon's bone spurs. The intense airflow swept past the boy's side, but something on the Dragon's back seemed to block the wind when flying high, so the rider actually didn't feel the airflow or coldness while flying.
Dragonzel could feel that when Vermithor took off, a stream of fire suddenly separated from the volcano in his magical vision. This stream of fire was the guarantee that the rider could sit stably on the Dragon's back.
"Vermithor, level flight!"
Vermithor opened its mouth and sprayed out a ball of Dragonflame, then plunged into the flames it had just emitted. The Dragon hoped to burn the small bug behind it this way, as in the Dragon's view, the previous mistake was just a minor accident.
"Vermithor, level flight!" Dragonzel tried hard to get his feet back onto the Dragon's back. The flames weren't a big threat to him, but his clothes were certainly ruined.
Seeing that the flames couldn't harm the kid behind it, Vermithor simply lifted its head sharply and stopped vertically, directly inverting its body in the air, trying to use this move to throw Dragonzel off.
Dragonzel's feet were in the air again. "Vermithor, turn your body, level flight!" Blood rushed wildly towards his arms, pooling in the hands that were gripping the bone spurs tightly. Silver-red blood slowly seeped from his already crimson fingers, gradually seeping into the Dragon's body.
"Vermithor, obey my command!" Dragonzel shouted with all his might. "Turn your body, level flight!"
Vermithor roared irritably. Flying upside down was also very uncomfortable for it, so it could only reluctantly turn its body. However, the Dragon wouldn't give up just like that. After flying level for a while, Vermithor immediately folded its wings and swooped down towards the ground. It wanted to use the dive to shake off the boy on its back.
Dragonzel's feet were in the air again, but a few hints of a smile had appeared on the boy's face.
His blood had successfully seeped into the Dragon's body. Through his magical vision, Dragonzel could see that inside Vermithor's volcano-like body, the fiercely burning flames had taken on a hint of silver.
Vermithor also felt this change. In its senses, the small bug on its back that smelled very comfortable now felt increasingly comfortable. It could even feel an extra surge of energy within its body, slowly improving itself.
In short, the current feeling was very comfortable, even more comfortable than when the previous individual who established a connection with it rode on its back.
Dragonzel's heart suddenly stirred.
He felt that the Dragon beneath him was no longer so fiercely resisting his control. A message, as if saying, "You kid are not bad, you make this old fellow feel very comfortable," somehow poured into his mind. Dragonzel immediately understood something. To establish a connection with a powerful magical creature like a Dragon, his blood magic alone was far from enough. There was only one possibility that could achieve such an effect, and that was that he had already tamed Vermithor. Now, it relied on the mysterious connection between a Dragon and a Dragonrider.
Vermithor spread its wings again and climbed steadily into the sky.
"Vermithor, level flight."
This time, Vermithor flew steadily and obediently. Dragonzel could feel that, whether from the perspective of blood magic or a perspective he couldn't quite explain, Vermithor had established a close connection with him.
"Roar!"
The Dragon seemed to sigh, flapped its wings a few times, and circled in the sky.
"Vermithor, climb!"
Vermithor lifted its head and quickly climbed to the height Dragonzel silently willed. Then it circled under Dragonzel's guidance.
"Dracarys!"
Dragonzel could finally roar that word in High Valyrian.
Golden Dragonflame burst forth in response, leaving a long streak of light in the sky. Then it exploded with a roar.
Vermithor carried Dragonzel through the flames. It roared excitedly.
"Vermithor, return."
Vermithor turned away from the rising smoke column and flew towards the direction of the ruins.
Just then, a silver Dragon shadow pierced through the black mist and flew alongside Vermithor.
Vermithor turned its head and glanced at Silverwing. Silverwing chirped happily, flapped its wings rapidly, and quickly surpassed Vermithor.
Dragonzel also saw the excited Valarr on Silverwing's back.
Although the sturdy boy's clothes and pants were also burned off, he seemed to have tamed Silverwing more smoothly than himself and had even flown several circles already. Now he was riding the Dragon to find his brother.
Feeling a wave of irritation and helplessness from Vermithor, Dragonzel smiled and patted Vermithor's scales. "Vermithor, we are preparing to land."
Vermithor flattened its Dragon wings and slowly glided towards the ground.
Just at this moment.
The Shadowbinding Stone on Dragonzel's chest suddenly emitted a strange light. It was as if figures were revealing themselves within the stone.
The next moment, the stone amulet shattered.
Dense black shadows instantly surged out of the stone like a tide. In the blink of an eye, they engulfed Dragonzel and Vermithor.
But in the eyes of the people preparing to welcome the Dragon's landing, and Valarr who had already landed successfully, nothing could be seen.
Only Silverwing seemed to sense something, conveying unease to its rider, but without much worry.
Valarr looked up at the slowly descending Vermithor with some confusion.
"Did something happen?"
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