"Fireworm Fruit."
Aemon was full of curiosity, shaking the strange-shaped red fruit. It looked a bit like a fire dragon worm. It also looked a bit like the "bloodworm" Caraxes. The effect was also suitable, enhancing fire magic.
"Roar!"
Vermithor stared straight at it with his vertical pupils, his desire evident. He had a hunch that it was a good thing. As a mature and irritable male dragon, he had learned to ask for things actively.
"Steady, go back and eat it."
Aemon said to comfort him and put the fireworm fruit into the space ring. He had a hunch that good things have two sides. The first time Vermithor swallowed the Blood Source Fruit, he fell asleep for half a year. The price of the fireworm fruit increased by 300 essence points. The effect must be more significant, and there might be some chain reactions.
"Roar!"
Vermithor was restless, his throat rumbling as he roared continuously. Aemon ignored him and let the old dragon lose his temper. He was over eighty years old and not stable at all.
After playing with the compass for a while, he put it into his space ring. It just so happened that he was going out to sea. With an accurate compass, he could avoid a lot of trouble.
"Let's go, Vhagar!"
Suddenly, Laena's shout came from the air, and the war came to an end. The Tyroshi mercenaries organized the remnants and rushed to the Narrow Sea.
"Roar—"
Vhagar let out a long roar, and dragon flames with billowing black smoke spewed out of her mouth. Aemon put his hand on his forehead, blocking the sun and looking out. The dragon flame was orange-yellow and very impactful.
Aemon pondered. The appearance and scales of dragons are different, and the dragon flames show different forms. If divided carefully, there are three points: color, shape, and power. Orange-yellow is a more common color of dragon flame. It's not bad, but it's inconspicuous. Most dragons are orange-yellow or mixed with a trace of other colors.
Shape and power are the top priority. Like the dragon flame of Vermithor, it is a viscous liquid like copper magma. As it ages, its temperature becomes terrifying and can melt rocks and armor. Weaker ones, such as Grey Ghost. The dragon flame is in the shape of a fireball, and its power is explosive. The dragon flame of Vhagar is already terrifying. It emits billowing black smoke and falls on the target. The powerful impact will crush the target. The temperature is also very high, slightly stronger than Vermithor. It has both form and power.
Aemon was greedy and silently expected: "I hope the fireworm fruit will be useful and make Vermithor stronger."
Thinking of this, he patted the dragon's back.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor's mind was in sync, and his wide wings suddenly shook. The huge dragon body jumped high into the sky on the spot. Retire after success and return to Tyrosh.
Tyroshi mercenaries entered the Narrow Sea, and the disputed land was quiet for two days.
Driftwood City.
The Sea Snake lightened his burden, and his stiff face became a little softer. It is true that Velaryon is a wealthy family. Unfortunately, the accumulated wealth of any free trade city is far greater than that of Velaryon. If he does not take a breath, all his soldiers and sailors will die.
"Notify Aemon and have lunch together at noon."
Corlys said with a smile.
"He is in the back garden, tinkering with the forging hammer all day long."
Rhaenys shook her wine glass. She did not understand her nephew's hobby but respected it. Her husband was prejudiced against Targaryens. Aemon helped and greatly relieved the pressure on Tyrosh, which was why he was treated with courtesy by the other party.
"Don't worry, let Laenor take time to go and see."
Corlys looked relaxed. He admitted that he had changed his mind about Aemon. But it was not because of the plan given by the other party, but because he respected the other party's strength. "Bronze Fury" Vermithor, a fierce male dragon who had experienced hundreds of battles. This dragon alone relieved the pressure of the battle. Cooperating with Velaryon's existing three dragons, they swept across the disputed land in four directions. All Tyroshi mercenaries were terrified.
"Laenor may not be free."
Rhaenys said helplessly. With her son's character, who knows if he is rolling around in the grass with his lover.
Corlys paused and smiled, "It doesn't matter. He will get it sooner or later."
"Hmm~"
Rhaenys turned her head away.
The attic dedicated to forging.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
In front of the blazing fire, Aemon, shirtless, swung the forging hammer in an orderly manner. A bright red iron rod was gradually shaped into a sword blank.
Sizzle!
The sword blank was quenched in oil, emitting foul-smelling smoke. Aemon checked it from beginning to end, put it on the chopping board and continued forging. A layer of black impurities fell off the surface of the sword blank, revealing a slender silver-gray sword body. A bright red thin line runs through the head and tail of the sword body. It's like a meridian, growing on the root of this thin sword, giving blood as it beats.
It took more than half an hour to work. Aemon shook his head and shook off the sweat on his forehead. It's time to assemble the hilt. He privately collected quite a few of them, made of black steel, ivory, dragon bones, dragon horns... Among the many finely carved hilts, he picked up the dragon horn hilt with a small dragon pattern carved on the surface.
He frowned and assembled it patiently. At this point, this lady's one-handed sword with fire ore added is considered freshly baked.
In the corner of the attic, Laena sat sideways and watched the scene quietly. Looking at Aemon's serious look, her purple eyes were full of tenderness. Against the background of the fire, his strong body exuded an alluring breath. Drops of sweat fell, as crisp as falling on her ears. Unconsciously, Laena couldn't control her breathing, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
I want to ride!
"Huh, it's finally done."
Aemon wiped the sweat and smiled with relief. Turning around, he saw a mature beauty with a blushing face and legs crossed.
"Come on, this sword is great."
Aemon was like a child sharing a toy. Laena patted her cheek to make herself sober.
"Here it is."
Aemon introduced the rapier and asked her to try it. Fire ore is very rare, and adding a walnut size is enough for normal use. He added a fist-sized piece. Just the blood used to moisten the fire ore required a large basin of elephant blood. To be more precise, it was the blood of the dwarf elephant. Originally, the most suitable blood was human blood, followed by large livestock such as cattle, sheep, and horses. It was considered a kind of blood sacrifice.
Aemon was reluctant, thinking that the finished weapon would also be evil. After consideration, he used the gentle dwarf elephant instead. A basin of blood sounded like a lot, but it was not a big deal to put it on the dwarf elephant. The dwarf elephant was still a baby elephant, and now it was well fed and well raised in Driftwood City. No need to pull carts, no need to perform. Happiness was all.
"Aemon, give this sword a name."
Laena tried it out and easily cut off a piece of pig iron. It was simply a magical weapon.
Aemon hugged her, resting his chin on her soft shoulder, and thought: "You are honing the fourteen ancient dragon-riding techniques. After you succeed, you can be called a knight of honor."
"It's called the Dragon Rider."
"Dragon Rider?"
Laena repeated, her beautiful eyes gleaming. A knight is a knight, and a dragon rider is a dragon rider. The two cannot be confused. Dragon Rider, above all other professions.
"Easy to understand, it will be my heirloom in the future."
Laena smiled brightly. Rhaenyra has "Light of the Kingdom", which she treasures very much. Whose sword is sharper?
Aemon didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise he would tell her. They're the same! Both have good power, but are slightly inferior to Valyrian steel swords. Mithril is of higher quality, with superior toughness and sharpness, and can self-repair after minor damage. Fire ore specializes in hardness and sharpness. The material gives a touch of spirituality. Ordinary people will be hurt when wearing it, but true dragon blood will nourish the body when wearing it. In the ancient Valyria period, weapons forged from fire ore were hot items within the family of the forty dragon kings.
After a while of tenderness, Laenor intervened and asked the two to have dinner.
"Let's go."
Aemon put on his clothes and stopped letting Laenor take advantage of him. Laenor smiled helplessly. It's better to put them on so that Laenor won't see it.
On the dining table.
Aemon was focused on eating to fill his stomach and get nutrition.
"What a good sword."
The Sea Snake and Rhaenys admired the fire sword "Dragon Rider" and exclaimed from time to time. Not only was the sword itself good, but it also had elements of ancient Valyria.
"Aemon, I want to hire you to make a family sword for the Velaryon family."
Corlys pleaded solemnly.
Aemon declined: "No."
"I will pay a generous reward, even if you want a ship."
Corlys insisted. Velaryon once had an heirloom called "Sea Foam," a rare Valyrian steel scimitar. During one of the voyages of the ancestors, both the man and the sword disappeared. Corlys made nine voyages and inquired countless times during the period, but did not get any news. He was eager to find "Sea Foam" or buy a Valyrian steel weapon as an heirloom with a large sum of money. Aemon had excellent craftsmanship and rare minerals. He heard that Aemon collected large ships, so he could only bleed a little.
"No!"
Aemon refused without hesitation for a second. Riding dragons is his profession, and blacksmithing is the prince's hobby. Whether it's making a sword for a future partner or making weapons for others. Wouldn't that be a job?
Corlys frowned and said unwillingly, "What do you want?"
"Father!"
He was interrupted by Laena halfway through his words. Laena said seriously, "The materials used by Aemon are very precious. It is difficult to find them in the world now, and the forging process involves blood witchcraft, which is very dangerous." She exaggerated a little. But the property of fire ore melting in blood does make people feel creepy.
Hearing this, Corlys shut up with a dark face. There is no way, who told the little cotton jacket to leak air.
"Humph!"
He snorted heavily to show his dissatisfaction. Aemon was indifferent, his mouth was stuffed with food. Seeing the Sea Snake being defeated, it was really delicious.
Laena had no choice but to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. Aemon squinted his eyes and enjoyed the service of his elder sister. Corlys's facial features were distorted.
"I'll take my leave first."
Laenor saw that things were not going well, so he ran away with a silly smile.
"I'm done, aunt, enjoy your meal."
Aemon followed him and ran away. He had finished eating, but there was still a dragon that hadn't eaten yet.
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly.
Stepstones, a nameless deserted island.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor looked up at the sky and roared like thunder. From his condensed vertical pupils, it can be seen that his emotions were quite unstable.
"Be quiet, Vermithor."
Aemon said softly. Vermithor glanced at him sideways and slowly lowered his dragon head.
"Good buddy."
Aemon hugged the dragon's mouth and stretched out his hand to rub the dragon's jaw. There was no slight drooping when they first met. It was covered with thick bronze scales, full of a solid sense of power.
"Roar..."
Vermithor stared at the rider, and kept roaring from the depths of his throat. He couldn't wait any longer.
Aemon didn't hesitate, but bumped the dragon's mouth with his head, took out the fireworm fruit and threw it into his mouth. Vermithor's vertical pupils shone brightly in an instant, and he swallowed the fruit with a roll of his tongue, raised his dragon head and turned to crawl away.
The deserted island was not large, and there was nothing on it. Vermithor crawled to the center of the deserted island and curled up his huge body.
"Come on."
Aemon encouraged in a low voice and walked to the golden beach. The fireworm fruit is different from the blood source fruit. It strengthens fire magic. He was afraid that Vermithor would spray dragon flames randomly, so he specially found an uninhabited deserted island. Laena rode Vhagar to patrol the surroundings to avoid the pirates of the Triarchy.
Time passed day by day. He thought it would take a long time, but it was much longer than expected.
On the third day, morning.
Aemon had a golden-nosed rat on his shoulder, quietly reading the books of the Belaerys family.
"Hiss——"
Suddenly, a roar full of pain resounded for dozens of miles.
"Vermithor!?"
Aemon was shocked, closed the book and rushed over immediately. He heard Vermithor's emotions.
At this moment, Vermithor roared loudly, his dragon head kept swinging, and his wings and forelimbs slapped the ground. He plowed deep grooves in the gravel land. When Aemon arrived, he just saw Vermithor open his dragon mouth and spurt out pungent black smoke from the depths of his throat.
"Roar!"
Vermithor was extremely manic and stretched his neck to spit fire. But the harder he tried, the more black smoke he spewed out. Finally, as if he was choked, he suddenly spit out a pool of black ash residue.
"What is this?"
Aemon was shocked.
At this moment, Vermithor's roar became more and more violent.
"Hiss—"
The roar startled the seabirds and cleared the clouds. Vermithor collapsed heavily on the ground, gasping for breath, as if he had scraped his bones to cure poison.
Aemon suddenly discovered. Its vertical pupils were tightly closed, and two lines of blood flowed from the corners of its eyes, which quickly evaporated when it encountered the burning breath.
"Hold on, Vermithor."
Aemon secretly encouraged himself, not expecting the effect of the fireworm fruit to be so strong. He didn't dare to go up, for fear of delaying Vermithor's transformation.
Waiting hard. Time passed by minute by minute. Soon, the sun set. Aemon sat there, staring at the situation of Vermithor. Seeing that it was motionless, it seemed to be in deep sleep.
Boom—
there was a loud noise in the sky, and a huge monster broke through the wind resistance and flew towards the wasteland. Vhagar landed. Aemon turned his head and saw Laena with a frown on her face.
"What's wrong?"
The disputed land has been peaceful recently. The Myr people accepted the Tyroshi mercenaries, and the two sides colluded with each other. However, due to the deterrence of several dragons, they dared not to form a group to counterattack. It won't be long before the false alliance will fall apart.
"It's news from Dorne."
Laena said solemnly: "Prince Qoren Martell of Dorne organized a fleet, sailed from Sunspear City, and headed for the Stepstones."
The Dornish finally showed their fangs. Aemon was startled when he heard the words, and was about to say something.
Suddenly, there was a tremor.
"Hiss..."
Vermithor suddenly opened his vertical pupils, and his copper-colored pupils glowed with cold light, as if a majestic king was roaring. The broad wings supported his body, and the bronze dragon body was like a mountain.
The next second. He stretched his neck, opened his dragon mouth, and poured out blazing dragon flames like a volcanic eruption. The dragon flames were as bright as copper foil, and their shape was like rolling copper water.
Boom!
The bright copper dragon flames sprayed on the nearby mountains, and the rocks burst instantly, splashing around with this as the center.
"The shape has changed!"
Aemon saw the key at a glance. In the past, dragon flames would only leave gray and black residues in place, without explosions and splashing effects. Feeling the scorching air waves in the air, the temperature seemed to have increased.
Boom—
Vermithor put away the dragon flames and flew into the sky covered with flaming clouds.
"Hiss..."
Flying in the air, the bright copper dragon flames spewed out again. It seemed that there was countless power, squandering recklessly.
The sunset slowly fell. The last ray of afterglow shone on the bronze dragon, stretching its shadow infinitely. Every time a dragon flame erupted, the deep copper eyes flashed. This is a transformation from the inside out. Fundamentally strengthen the foundation.
After a while, there was only a trace of sunset on the horizon. Vermithor circled for an unknown number of times and slowly landed on the golden beach. Aemon blocked the wind with one hand and walked in front of the dragon.
"Roar!"
Vermithor's copper-bright vertical pupils were piercing, and he roared at the rider, extended his dragon mouth and bumped him.
"You guy."
Aemon was hit and staggered, then laughed. Success!
Vermithor snorted heavily, one side of his shoulder and neck fell to the ground, and the huge dragon head pushed the rider. The intention was obvious. Come up and fly a circle.
How could Aemon refuse? He stepped on the dragon's neck and climbed onto its back, shouting, "Fly, Vermithor!"
"Hiss—"
Vermithor bent his knees, flapped his wings, and soared high into the sky.
The man and the dragon were united in mind. Without any instructions, they headed straight for Bloodstone Island.
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