Stormcloud let out a low growl, signaling the younger dragons behind it to follow.
It wasn't too concerned about Igaras's predicament; after all, with matters between dragons, no one could really say how things would turn out.
Caraxes's sharp roar came again, telling Stormcloud the direction of Syrax's and Morgul's caves. It specifically warned Stormcloud not to bring the younger dragons to disturb these two dragons.
Stormcloud knew exactly why; it was the same in the Dragonpit of Dragon Nest City. Vermithor didn't allow them near Silverwing's Dragonpit—of course, aside from Zhuohuo and Sarafasas, no dragon dared approach Silverwing's Dragonpit. Shadow Nightmare and Star Song would also prevent other dragons from approaching the relatively weaker Dawn and Dawn's nests.
This was to protect some of the dragons in the Dragonpit.
Stormcloud scanned the caves around the Dragonpit, chose one, spread its wings, soared into the air, and slowly entered. It was still lamenting that these man-made caves were not as comfortable as natural ones shaped by their own fire.
Caraxes still hung from the dome, its slender dragon neck dangling like a snake wrapped around a tree, staring at the younger dragons beginning to search for caves in the Dragonpit.
At this moment, The Pale Shadow no longer clung to Igaras; it suddenly let go of Igaras and disappeared somewhere. By the time the somewhat slow Igaras realized The Pale Shadow was gone, the stout young dragon joyfully flew two circles around the Dragonpit before finding a spacious cave and entering it.
It wasn't until a few days later, when The Pale Shadow precisely clung to it again, that Igaras realized how naive it had been.
The Pale Shadow was hiding nearby, waiting for it to choose a nest, then directly found a nearby cave and slipped in, just waiting for Igaras to let its guard down.
Jade Olins and Geleisos chose the cave below Stormcloud; these two young dragons were quite clever, knowing that Stormcloud, now very large, could protect them, so they decisively chose to stick with the big one.
This made Horn Tide and Unicorn, who were a step behind, extremely annoyed, and they could only find slightly more distant caves to settle in.
Tragedy also struck at the same moment.
That blue-black young dragon chose a cave and slowly crawled in.
But as it crawled, the young dragon suddenly felt something was wrong.
No, why is there the scent of a kin in this cave?
No, why is this kin a little angry?
No, why is this cave so big? No, I need to run fast.
Although roars between dragons didn't convey much meaning, lacking even subjects or predicates, when dragons communicated, roars would transmit richer details than their literal meaning.
For example, Caraxes specifically mentioned a "bad-tempered blue old fellow" when warning the young dragons. The young dragon immediately realized who the kin it sensed was.
Dreamfyre.
The young dragon hurriedly tried to turn around and escape, letting out urgent cries.
"Blue Unicorn Crystal Red Snake White Worm Proud Sun. Help!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. Fiery dragonflame erupted almost instantly from the depths of the cave, engulfing the entire young dragon. As a dragon born after the War of Conquest, among the dragons alive today, Dreamfyre is the oldest. Over a hundred years old, its dragonflame was already approaching the terrifying temperature capable of melting rock. The young dragon couldn't endure even a single hit.
Its entire body of blue-black scales instantly charred, and the young dragon whimpered as it collapsed on the path leading to the cave entrance.
Blazing dragonflame emanated from the cave entrance, and the young dragons who had just settled down almost simultaneously poked their heads out.
Stormcloud roared, telling the young dragons to go back, then flew out itself, preparing to fly towards the cave from which the fire emanated, followed by a teeth-grinding chewing sound.
But it was blocked by the dangling Caraxes.
"Unlucky hatchling. Intruding bad-tempered blue old fellow. Death."
The sharp roar explained everything that had just happened.
A charred dragon corpse was thrown out by a vaguely visible blue dragon head. The old dragon extended its still massive head and let out a spine-chilling dragon roar.
The meaning was simple.
Don't provoke me. Dreamfyre coldly glanced at Stormcloud hovering in mid-air and Caraxes hanging from the dome, roared, and silently retreated into its nest.
Actually, it wasn't the unlucky young dragon's fault, as no dragon knew that Dreamfyre, for its own comfort, had secretly dug through several caves over a long period.
This kind of mountain-melting dragonflame, among the currently existing dragons, only Dreamfyre, Vermithor, Shadow Nightmare, Star Song, and Igaras can breathe it.
So, for the matter of modifying the Dragonpit, one can only sigh deeply.
Upon learning that a young dragon had died, the people of King's Landing were helpless.
After all, this was quite normal for dragons.
Only Viserys was annoyed for a long time that the Targaryen family had lost another dragon.
King's Landing, Red Keep, Maegor's Holdfast, Viserys and Lara's bedchamber.
Fourteen-year-old Viserys lay naked on the bed, looking empty. The thin but somewhat sturdy body of the fourteen-year-old youth was wrapped only in a silk sheet.
Lara patiently wiped her young husband's body. The young woman's face was still rosy, and her silver hair, cascading behind her, was as soft as ever, showing no sign that the woman had also just gotten out of bed.
"My love, what happened? Why are you sweating so much?"
Viserys hesitated whether to tell Lara what he had just dreamed. Emotion told him he could, but reason told him he couldn't.
He dreamed of the Throne Room in King's Landing.
On a base of three red dragons, the Iron Throne stood majestically.
A King, whose face was unclear, sat on the Iron Throne, wearing a crown and holding a scepter.
Below the Iron Throne.
All sorts of creatures danced gracefully.
Viserys saw gray direwolves blowing horns, crowned Bucks performing comical dances, countless roses surrounding a harp, emitting melodious music, and longswords and suns dressed as farcical knights, fighting each other, only to entertain the King on the Iron Throne.
Trout beat drums, eagles played lyres, lions sang ancient ballads, and multicolored dragons led seahorses in elegant classical dance steps nearby. Seven-pointed stars twinkled, and flames burned.
Everything seemed so harmonious.
But Viserys saw threads growing from the animals' bodies, and even the King on the Iron Throne had similar threads on his head; they converged and extended to the infinite heights of the sky.
Viserys looked up at the sky in confusion.
He saw a silver shadow flash across the sky.
"No, dear, I just dreamed of my brother Lucerys."
Viserys said to Lara with a bitter smile.
End of this volume. The next three volumes are titled:
"Advancing Dragons"
"Absurd Summer"
"Feast of Many Fires"
Aegon decided to rely on Dragonzel's power to maintain the Targaryen dynasty's rule, but Viserys noticed the hidden danger of allowing the Varezes family to grow, and he decided to do something.
Children are growing up, new children are being born, and the new generation of dragons yearns to achieve great deeds; their stories are equally exciting.
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