Chapter 21: Dragon Fight of the Empire
"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me, big son? Well, even if you can hear me, you can't reply to your old man, so just pretend you heard it."
The moment the Shadow Binding Stone shattered, Dragonzel felt the shadow instantly engulfing him and Vermithor, but it was obvious that the shadow had no lethality, nor was it some strange curse, after all, his blood didn't give a warning.
Vermithor also conveyed the meaning of "What the hell happened, but I don't feel anything."
Dragonzel didn't know how he felt these unusually rich emotions from the Dragon, maybe he was special? Forget about that, Dragonzel just wanted to know what his old man had left behind this time.
Then he saw a strange scene.
The obstructing shadow receded, and his eyes were suddenly clear, and then Dragonzel received the emotion from Vermithor again: "What the hell is this?"
Vermithor flew steadily in the air, the sky was clear, and through the clouds, he could see the vast plain and the rushing river below.
A large army was marching along the river. Dragonzel narrowed his eyes, trying to see the flags and appearance of the army below. He was very adaptable and immediately realized that he might have fallen into an illusion, but there was no great danger.
"Big son, this is something passed down from our family. Your Grandfather and great-grandfather treasured this thing very much. Your old man didn't know what this was at first. Later, a Shadow Binder from Asshai recognized this thing. I really didn't expect these magicians who play with life and shadows to make such a thing. This Shadow Binding Stone sealed the shadows of many ancestors of the Varezes Family fighting with Dragons throughout history. Some are human, and some are Dragon."
Cleorius's voice paused.
"If you are lucky enough to tame an adult Dragon, this Shadow Binding Stone will shatter immediately, releasing the shadows of the ancestors, allowing you to experience the ancestors fighting with Dragons, or participate in the noble Dragon fights of Valyria. The ancestors used this magical item to train the younger generations of the family who successfully tamed adult Dragons, so that they could quickly become true Dragonlords and Warriors. Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so lucky to experience this in this world... Alas... Stop talking, let's get started. This thing was a very precious good thing even when Valyria was still around."
Dragonzel's thoughts detached from his old man's rambling. The army on the riverbank also became clearer. These Warriors had olive skin and black hair, slender physiques, and deep dark eyes filled with infinite fanaticism in their firmness. These brave Warriors were equipped with iron armor, well-equipped, and high-spirited. There were also many people wearing strange clothes standing by the river, and powerful magic fluctuations enveloped the entire army.
"Rhoynar army?" Dragonzel recognized the origin of those Warriors.
"Roar"
Vermithor suddenly noticed something and roared. Dragonzel looked back, and the entire sky echoed with Dragon roars.
Dragons, some no smaller than Vermithor, some smaller but equally fierce, and some even larger, emerged from the clouds. The largest Dragon was even twice the size of Vermithor.
The largest Dragon took the lead and swooped down. The Dragonlord on its back, whose face was unclear, blew a horn. Dragonzel also pressed down on the bone spur firmly. "Vermithor, dive."
Vermithor folded his wings and swooped down behind the other Dragons.
The Rhoynar magicians chanted spells, and the river flowed backward. A huge amount of river water rushed into the sky, turning into an incredibly large water spouts blocking the way between mortals and Dragons.
"Dracarys"
Countless sounds of Dragonflame rang out simultaneously.
The largest Dragon was the first to breathe pale Dragonflame, hitting the water spouts hard. The river water evaporated, and the sky-obscuring white mist instantly enveloped the sky and the ground.
The Rhoynar longbowmen raised their bows and arrows one after another, shooting arrows attached with water magic at the Dragons in the sky. Dragonzel felt as if someone was teaching him hand in hand. He smoothly manipulated Vermithor to dodge the arrows and poured Dragonflame onto the water spouts.
Three hundred Dragons breathed fire at the same time. Even if the water of the Lorne River was exhausted, it could not stop this disaster like a heavenly punishment. Dragonzel saw Vermithor's fire tearing open the completely evaporated water spouts, the remaining fire surged, instantly burning a string of Rhoynar under the water mist to ashes.
The same thing happened in various parts of the battlefield. But the scattered Rhoynar still bravely raised their bows and arrows and spears, trying to teach the Dragonlords in the sky a lesson.
Then more Dragonflame came in return.
Dragonzel controlled Vermithor to circle carefully in the air, occasionally spitting out a few breaths of Dragonflame, not getting close to the distance where he might be hit by arrows.
In fact, many Dragons also breathed Dragonflame at this distance. Only those true Dragons dared to chase the Rhoynar almost close to the ground.
Vermithor circled and burned and killed dozens of Rhoynar soldiers with Dragonflame before spreading his wings and soaring high. At this moment, Dragonzel's vision blurred. The scene changed again.
This time they came to the high tower of Valyria. Another brown Dragon no smaller than Vermithor was circling opposite him, and the rider on its back was shouting something loudly. But Dragonzel couldn't hear anything.
Then that Dragon pounced towards Vermithor.
"Dragon fight?"
The familiar hand-in-hand teaching mode started again. Dragonzel skillfully pressed the bone spur that he used as a handrail on the Dragon saddle. Vermithor dropped sharply the moment the opponent pounced. The opposite Dragon also quickly flapped its wings a few times to stop urgently.
Vermithor raised his head and rose vertically at the moment the brown Dragon hovered. Then, amidst the shouts of the opposite Dragon rider, he turned around and pounced fiercely towards the brown Dragon's head. The Dragon claws directly grabbed the brown Dragon's head, leaving a long scar on its head.
"Vermithor, Dragonflame."
The brown Dragon was not to be outdone. It took a claw from Vermithor and then tilted its head and sprayed out a breath of Dragonflame, which collided violently with Vermithor's Dragonflame in the air. The scorching Dragonflame scattered, and the brown Dragon rider below was smoked by the falling fire rain and closed his eyes. Although the master couldn't directly command temporarily, the brown Dragon still raised its Dragon claws and collided violently with Vermithor's Dragon claws in the air, scratching each other, leaving scratches on each other's bodies almost simultaneously.
The two Dragons circled and descended like this, and the surging Dragonflame sprayed towards each other's heads almost non-stop.
"Vermithor, attack the abdomen."
At this moment, the brown Dragon, which had been suppressed below, revealed a fatal flaw.
It exposed its chest and abdomen.
Vermithor took the opportunity to swipe away the brown Dragon's claws with one claw, and then grabbed fiercely. Several hideous scars immediately appeared on the brown Dragon's abdomen.
But the brown Dragon's claws also left scars on Vermithor's body, just not as fatal as the ones left by Vermithor.
The pained brown Dragon roared in pain, and its rider was also shouting something desperately.
"Vermithor, attack the neck."
Vermithor roared angrily, and the hideous Dragon head instantly lowered.
Hot blood splattered.
The brown Dragon's neck was bitten by Vermithor.
Everything started to blur again.
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