MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 358 Three hundred meters of dragon remains
Chapter 358 The three-hundred-meter-long dragon remains
The next day, the weather was fine.
Sothoros, a desolate canyon somewhere in the Green Hell.
“Hiss…”
A terrifying demonic dragon as black as coal roared low, flapped its broad wings and swooped over the canyon, chasing its prey in a teasing manner.
Two thirty-foot long pterosaurs with mixed green and white stripes screamed in panic and fled in panic like headless flies.
But their speed and size are too weak.
Stab it!
The glutton's green vertical pupils were full of ferocious colors. He opened his dragon's mouth and bit a long pterosaur. His sharp fangs closed tightly and his body was instantly torn apart.
Blood was spilled all over the sky. The glutton raised his head and chewed a few times, and a long-winged dragon comparable to an adult dragon was swallowed into his belly.
Flapping its wings again, its huge body covered most of the canyon, including another fleeing long-winged dragon.
Even if it can't breathe fire, the destructive power of its fangs and claws is still astonishing.
Turning his head, Rhaegar just pulled out the real fire stuck in his spine, and the glutton screamed and landed slowly.
“Hiss…”
At his feet, a twenty-foot striped long-winged dragon died tragically on the spot, with a **** hole poked out of its pointed head by a spear, and the Valyrian steel sword - True Fire - was stuck on its back.
Rhaegar took the freshest of the litter and fed the rest to the gluttons.
Without waiting for the driver to react, the hungry dragon stretched out its neck and chewed up the body of the long-winged dragon.
The Longpterosaur is considered a top predator, and its adult size is comparable to that of an adult giant dragon.
In the canyon, in front of a deep cave.
The next second.
“Glutton, let’s go.”
Rhaegar cursed with a smile, and surveyed the barren rocky canyon with his eyes.
Rhaegar explored with his eyes open, played with the gray-white dragon egg for a while, and thought, "Can this thing hatch by itself?"
The glutton ate with his mouth full of blood. He glanced back at the driver, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing through his green vertical eyes.
Rhaegar raised his head and stared, his silver hair scattered around his shoulders, and his close-fitting black robe fluttering in the wind.
“Haha, you are really hungry!”
It is about the same size as a dragon egg, with a smooth surface and no dragon scale-like shell.
It fell to the ground with a thud and became a small snack.
Almost considered social animals, three long-winged dragons only lay one clutch of dragon eggs, with only two eggs in each clutch.
In addition, there are three light green Longpterodactyl eggs in the sack, from the Swamp Longpterodactyl last night.
If only a group of them could be tamed...
The uneven ground is filled with various kinds of bones, including those of wild boars, monkeys, and aboriginals.
…
There were three nests of dragon eggs in that swamp, three in each nest.
This one is a striped long-winged dragon egg. There are two eggs in total. They were taken from the deep cave just now.
With a pop, the dragon's entire body was crushed and its internal organs were sprayed into the air, leaving only its slender neck and wings hanging feebly.
Those three dead striped pterosaurs are considered the overlords of this canyon.
The long and narrow body of the long-winged dragon was caught by the dragon's claws like a chicken.
…
“Hiss…”
The sun above the head was blocked, the long-winged dragon screamed in fear, and a huge dragon claw made of black steel fell mercilessly from the sky.
"This thing is really difficult to deal with. It seems to have no pain. It can't be killed without hitting the vital parts."
Hands holding a spear tightly, he stood up from the ground, and a ball of smelly blood spurted out.
Speaking of which, the Swamp Longwing is obviously a solitary creature, and its number is rare enough, but it lays a large number of dragon eggs.
Rhaegar wiped the sweat from his forehead, casually held a gun in his hand to shake off the blood, and put the Valyrian steel spear Dawn back into the space bracelet.
Rhaegar turned around and climbed onto the dragon's back, tying a bulging sack to the saddle.
In short, a brainless beast.
Rhaegar simply ignored it, opened the sack and took out a gray-white long-winged dragon egg.
The pattern long pterosaur is different.
It has the meaning of a social animal, but it also means fighting each other.
To deal with large creatures, spears are better than others.
Rhaegar quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "Beasts without intelligence can be tamed by the indigenous people long ago."
Looking askance at the glutton who is salivating over the gray and white dragon eggs, he can't help but change his mind.
“If they can be hatched and a group of them migrate to Westeros, they can be prey for the dragon.”
Rhaegar’s eyes lit up and he thought this was a good idea.
Most of the dragons in the family were imprisoned as soon as they hatched, and were fed by cattle and sheep when they were hungry.
Over time, the dragon will lose interest in hunting.
The long-winged dragon is ferocious enough and larger than ordinary birds and beasts. It is the best opponent for training sub-adult and young dragons to fight.
“Hiss…”
The glutton roared, gave up asking the stupid driver for dragon eggs, and flew out of the canyon to find the next hunting place.
…
It’s approaching noon.
One man and one dragon destroyed three striped pterosaur nests one after another, and continued searching without stopping.
The glutton's green vertical eyes were cold, and his hunger was greatly relieved. He left the green **** and searched around several islands near the sea.
The long-winged dragon in the Green Hell hid so well that it didn't even dare to come out when it smelled its scent.
There are more pterosaurs on the island, and there are also some strange beasts that can barely be eaten.
"Roar…"
Suddenly, the glutton opened his dragon's kiss and smelled a faint smell of the same kind. His green vertical eyes stared at a large mango-shaped island.
Rhaegar felt something in his heart and warned: "Glutton, land!"
“Hiss…”
Glutton roared, flapped its wings and swooped down, its huge black dragon body streaking across the dense jungle above the island.
After a careful search, we found a deep, low canyon covered with green plants.
The canyon is adjacent to a low peak. Rhaegar observed repeatedly and felt a faint burning sensation, as if it was an active volcano that had been dormant for many years.
"volcano!"
Rhaegar murmured softly.
Since the explosion of the Fourteen Fire Peaks in ancient Valyria, the only known volcano left is Dragon Mountain on Dragonstone.
The underground magma under Qianmian Island is slow to develop and can barely be regarded as a miniature volcano.
Other than that, volcanic landforms are really, really rare.
Sensing the driver's faint expectation, Gluttony flapped its wings and circled around the extinct volcano, then slowly landed above the canyon.
Rhaegar took the opportunity to observe carefully.
The mountain of the active volcano is densely covered with green vegetation, and many birds have built their nests. There has been no eruption for at least several decades.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar exploded, and the glutton seemed to be stimulated by something. The green dragon flame instantly accumulated deep in the dragon's kiss.
Rhaegar quickly looked away and stood up from the saddle, his eyes showing shock.
As far as the eye can see, there is a very big, very big, extremely huge dragon-shaped remains!
The remains are completely black, with a densely grown horn crown on the head and a pair of gray dark dragon horns that are more than ten meters long.
The canyon is only a few hundred meters long and dozens of meters wide, and it is located deep in a remote dense forest.
The remains of this giant dragon were stuck in the canyon. A pair of wide wing bones protruded out of the canyon, hanging down in the open space on both sides of the canyon, spreading hundreds of meters away.
“Glutton, come closer!”
After the initial surprise, Rhaegar breathed quickly and felt calm inside.
Compared with the body of the glutton, the dragon's remains are about three times as big.
From the ridiculously large dragon head to the thick dragon tail.
Rhaegar speculated that the dragon's remains were more than 300 meters long and had a wingspan of more than 600 meters.
“Seven Hells! Is this really a dragon?”
Rhaegar became more and more frightened as he watched, and a turmoil arose in his heart.
Throughout the brief history of the Targaryen family, the largest dragon is none other than Balerion, the Black Death.
Balerion died at the age of more than 200 years. He was larger than the largest Vhagar today, but still did not cross the two hundred meter mark.
You must know that Balerion is a noble bloodline originating from the heyday of ancient Valyria. Looking at the forty dragon king families, he is also ranked among the top dragons.
The remains of the giant dragon in front of him were easily over three hundred meters in size, and Rhaegar could not bear this fault-like impact for the moment.
“Glutton, let me down!”
Rhaegar took a few deep breaths and made a decision.
He had to examine the dragon's remains up close.
One is to trigger the explorer.
A dragon larger than Balerion should be considered a relic.
Second, I am unwilling to accept it and cannot believe that there is such a huge dragon in the world.
He wanted to take a look at the age of the dragon's bones and speculate on the time of the dragon's death.
According to the standard age of a dragon, which is 200 years, this dragon was hatched before the doomsday catastrophe.
Given the extraordinary size of this dragon, there should not be anyone in the Dragon King family discovering it.
Even for wild dragons, things are a little strange.
“Hiss…”
The glutton did not immediately follow the driver's instructions. Instead, he sniffed around and lowered his head as if looking for something.
After a while, a hint of doubt appeared in the glutton's green vertical pupils, and his tense body gradually relaxed.
It seemed to have discovered something that made it no longer vigilant.
"Roar…"
The glutton roared dully, flapped its wings and flew towards the canyon, choosing an open space in front of the dragon skull to land.
“Glutton, beware of your surroundings.”
Rhaegar slid off the dragon's back and rushed towards the dragon's remains.
Because of the dense vegetation in the canyon, most of the dragon's remains are wrapped in green plants, giving it an absurd beauty of intertwined life and death.
As the distance got closer, Rega intuitively felt the difference in body size.
The dragon skull of the remains is comparable to a small castle, and each fang is thicker than his waist.
"Miracle!"
Rhaegar murmured to himself, reaching out to touch a thick dragon tooth.
——
The expected explorer notification sound did not sound. Instead, there was a crisp sound of bone cracking.
Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to push the dragon tooth.
boom-
The root of the dragon's tooth connected to the mandible was directly detached, and it crashed precariously on the grass.
Lega opened her mouth slightly and didn't react for a long time.
Squatting down and touching the joint of the mandible, the dragon's tooth fell off by its roots rather than being broken by weathering.
Cold Buling, Laga's brain flashed, and surprised: "Three hundred meters of dragons, and dragon horns?"
When a dragon grows to a certain age, the growing bones and muscles crowd out unimportant horns, horns, and even scales.
Vhagar was 170 years old at the time, and his originally majestic pair of dragon horns had long since fallen off, leaving only some new, fine horn crowns.
The muscles of the jaw and neck are relaxed and sag weakly.
Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he immediately exited the dragon skull, shouting without hesitation: "Glutton!"
“Hiss…”
Glutton roared, his huge body suddenly turned around, and his thick black dragon tail swept across the place.
Boom—
The dragon's tail suddenly hit the skull of the giant dragon's remains, and there was a loud bang. The dragon's skull broke away from the spine in an instant and hit the stone wall of the canyon.
In an instant, the dragon's skull was torn into pieces, its tusks were stretched and broken, and two huge dragon horns were broken in response, turning into a pile of bone residue and falling down.
Witnessing the scene of bones flying with his own eyes, Rhaegar's eyes were cold and he said in disappointment: "The bones of a true dragon are immortal."
Keel is a solid material that can resist magma erosion. Even if it is exposed to wind and rain for hundreds of years, it can still maintain its hardness like steel.
There is something wrong with this dragon remains!
Something is very wrong!
(End of this chapter)
