For Pantos, the other end of the Dothraki Sea is like the end of the world.

They didn't expect that there were seven Kao gathered there, close to one hundred thousand Slarks, ready to expedition Pantos across the Doslak Sea aggressively.

Revenge for their 'friend' and divide up this rich city-state by the way.

However, two of the seven Kao launched the negotiation midway, and were not prepared to participate in it, even if they offered attractive benefits.

However, even if Ogokao and Kumokao insisted on choosing to leave, there were still five Kao and Dothraki troops with nearly 80,000 people who remained in this gluttonous feast.

Then the five remaining Kao swear by the Mount of Our Lady, testified by the stars in the sky.

More than 80,000 Slarks are marching toward the Western world with great strength.

And in Pantos.

Viselis was not at all wary of this.

He didn't know that there were close to 80,000 Slavic people on the lakeside of the distant "womb of the world" who were targeting him and marching towards Pantos.

Now he... is practicing dragon riding.

On a barren land four or five miles outside the city of Pantos, the weeds underfoot were withered, and there was a winding stream not far away.

Bellerion's huge body was lying on the ground, his huge wings spread, and a large amount of white mist sprayed out from his nostrils, even with the smell of sulphur and saltpetre.

Phoo~

Bellerion shook his head slightly again, white mist sprayed out of his nostrils and made a dull sound.

The huge head was slightly sideways, and his scarlet eyes glanced at Veselis, who was studying how to climb up. He blinked slightly, showing contempt in his eyes.

It has been lying here for a long time, feeling a little numb in its hind legs, but Viselis is still studying how to climb up here.

But this is actually not to blame Viselis.

After all, he had no experience riding a dragon for the first time, and Bellerion's scales were too sharp, and his clothes would be scratched if he was not careful.

But the only thing that went well is that people say that Bellerion's body temperature is very high, and an egg may be cooked.

But Vesai Lisbon had awakened the purest blood of the true dragon, and the lava flowing in the cracks of Bellerion's scales was just a glass of warm water that exuded heat to him.

"never mind."

Then Viselis gritted his teeth, ignoring Bellerion's sharp scales.

One of his hands grasped the gap between the scales, and then stepped on his hanging wings to climb carefully upwards, and finally managed to climb onto Bellerion's back.

Phoo~

Bellerion's breathing was heavy, and his body was gently rising and falling following his breathing. When Viserys climbed onto his back, it was like stepping on a mountain of active meat.

"Wait for a while, I haven't sat down yet."

For the first time, Viselis realized what kind of experience it would be to grow so tall.

The high wind shook his hair. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then barely found a fairly flat place on Bellerion's back and sat down.

This place is located at the junction of the dragon's neck and spine. There is a recessed area where you can sit down and get stuck effectively.

At the same time, there are raised long horns on the scales on both sides, which look extremely sharp. Visiris can grasp the two raised long horns with both hands to stabilize his figure when riding a dragon.

"good!"

Visiris finally took a deep breath after sitting down.

The bitter cold wind blew his hair, but he could still open his eyes. After reaching the transcendent realm, his physique seemed to be strengthened in every aspect of his body.

And when Viserys sat on Bellerion's back, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the connection with Bellerion had been strengthened to a certain extent.

This may have something to do with the black mist.

Veselis once asked the other two girls, Raynes and the green dragon Lego, Daenerys and the white dragon Vesselion did not have such a wonderful connection.

They just rely on familiarity and then slowly explore the habits and temperament of the dragon.

And the cultivation of this kind of feeling must be two-way. Perhaps the dragon is also trying to be friends with them, so everything becomes much simpler.

However, the connection between Viserys and Bellerion is simpler, and the black fog serves as their medium of communication.

When Bellerion was just a dragon egg, he was injected into the dragon egg through a dragon dream black fog, and then Bellerion hatched out of Viserys, and there was such a wonderful connection with him.

It's even more like a kind of telepathy.

Viselis can know what Bellerion is thinking, and Bellerion can also know what Viselis thinks.

In the end, Viselis made a comprehensive preparation.

"Take off."

Visiris thought silently in his heart.

As if Bellerion had noticed Visiris's thoughts, he turned his head and glanced at him with scarlet eyes.

Then there was a deep and deep roar.

"Ho"

Bellerion's wings stretched and the gust of wind swept up the dead grass and fallen leaves on the ground.

Then he ran forward a few steps, and then his legs suddenly exerted force, and the huge body of the dragon instantly rose into the air.

Phoo~

Viselis sat on Bellerion's back, tightly grasped the two raised scales on the dragon's back with both hands, and then felt the raging wind slap on his cheeks. The steep angle rushes straight up towards the sky.

"Fuck!"

"Too exciting!"

Viserys opened his eyes wide, feeling the raging wind swaying his hair, and even couldn't help but burst out a swear word.

However, Bellerion felt that Visiris' thoughts did not slow down the speed ~www.mtlnovel.com~ but accelerated the speed of the wings.

Phoo~

With a wingspan of more than ten meters, the huge wings lifted, driving the entire huge body, and Bellerion took Viselis to speed up to the sky.

The huge figure is like a black-gold meteor, and the caravan passing by on the ground heard the roar of the dragon not far away.

Then they raised their heads and saw a scene that they would never forget, standing blankly one by one, looking up at the huge figure above their heads passing by the sky.

The horse under the crotch of the caravan guard was frightened and wanted to escape, while the packhorse carrying the cargo simply lay down on the dirt road.

And Veselis, sitting on the back of the dragon, spent the first rush.

He had to admit that he was a little flustered when he just took off, and Bellerion's sentiment even mocked him.

But when he came to the sky and calmed down, Visiris's heart became calmer and calmer.