Viserys looked at the golden dragon. Although it was already twelve feet long, it was still considered a hatchling in terms of age and size.
According to original history, thanks to the sacrifice of Blood Magic, the three fossilized dragon eggs of the Pentos Magisters hatched into magical dragons that grew rapidly.
However, it also depended on the dragon's own talent. Some dragons grew faster than others, such as the black dragon Drogon, who grew to 6.7 feet in one or two years.
And Vermithor, the "Bronze Fury," also became a large dragon very early on.
Viserys couldn't tell how old this golden dragon was; it might only be two or three years old, or a bit older.
Although hatchlings of this age were wild dragons, their temper was relatively better.
But given this golden dragon's cunning and cleverness, taming it would require a lot of effort.
If it were an old dragon accustomed to the wild, like Glutton or Sheepstealer, it would treat humans as normal food.
It would be full of malice towards humans, rarely leaving survivors.
Witnessing Viserys taming the golden-red wild dragon on the spot, Argos and Jarak and the others all widened their eyes.
But they dared not interrupt Viserys's rhythm; a rampaging wild dragon would be more terrifying than a wild horse.
However, what the group didn't expect was that the accident came too quickly.
Viserys's dragon-taming process was accelerated by the arrival of the Three-headed Blood Eagle, the griffins, and the Fire Zombiess on the ground.
The golden dragon faced two choices: one was to fly away and escape, and the other was to join Viserys's battle and enjoy a feast.
But before that, the golden dragon also had its own ideas.
The golden dragon was very aggressive, like other animals.
Wild beasts were more ferocious than domesticated ones, and the instinct to hunt stimulated their wildness and aggression.
A negative example was Queen Rhaenyra's Syrax, who, after being pampered, had no presence and died very comically.
Syrax originally also had yellow scales, a large body, and was very fierce.
But she was well-fed and hadn't hunted for many years.
The golden dragon looked at Viserys, its red vertical pupils flickering, smoke curling between its black teeth.
The golden dragon's slender neck arched like a bow, and with a warning roar, it sprayed rotating golden flames at Viserys.
The scorching golden-red flames struck, the breath hot enough to burn skin.
The flesh and blood of a magical dragon were composed of fire; this power was incomparable to grafted, hybridized beasts like the Three-headed Blood Eagle.
In the magical dragon's burning red eyes, Viserys was too small, too fragile, and it wondered if he could become its friend.
Wild dragons were different from tamed dragons; wild dragons followed natural laws more closely and were full of wildness.
Wild dragons' tactics also focused more on sneak attacks and charges, preying on the weak, just like a tiger hunting in nature.
The suicidal fighting style of owned dragons, where small dragons challenged large ones, and giant dragons perished together, did not conform to the habits of wild dragons.
In the Dance of the Dragons, wild dragons like Glutton, who had bad tempers and didn't fight losing battles, ended up living freely until the end.
Glutton was arrogant and cunning, and would never sacrifice itself for nothing.
Knights and wild dragons certainly needed to adapt to each other to become partners and perform difficult maneuvers.
But humans, humans also possessed their own courage.
Viserys caught a hint of hesitation in the golden dragon; this was his best opportunity.
The golden dragon understood Viserys's intention. The golden dragon was testing whether Viserys was worthy of being its partner.
The golden dragon didn't spray all its dragonflame at once, but rather sprayed it in bursts.
This was intimidation and a test, trying to scare Viserys away.
Viserys ran, a solitary and determined knight, bravely and resolutely.
He was like a newly forged, bright sword, passing through the fire array, showing the magical dragon his courage.
"Your Majesty is too reckless," Argos said anxiously. Argos saw the golden dragon spew golden-red flames, and Viserys running beneath the flames.
Facing dragonflame directly, and fire was humanity's most primal fear.
Jarak watched this scene with wide eyes, seeing the silver-haired knight charge towards the dragon's mouth. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was greatness or madness.
The young Dragon King was youthful, yet brave and fearless.
Viserys leaped forward, running while dodging the scorching golden-red dragonflame.
Fire magic danced at Viserys's fingertips, drawing in the violent Fire Element.
Not only Viserys's fire magic, but Viserys's sivver armor also shone brightly, preventing him from being burned by the flames.
Even so, the air was filled with hot wind and the smell of sulfur.
The distance of less than ten meters between man and magical dragon was rendered a path of fire by the flames, the magical dragon's scorching breath making one tremble.
The golden dragon watched Viserys get closer and closer, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, so it increased the intensity of its flame spray.
The golden dragon wanted a partner, but it didn't want to be restrained; this was a contradictory psychology.
It wanted to follow Viserys and eat its fill, but it didn't like being ridden.
The golden-red rotating dragonflame roared down; that scorching high temperature could only be withstood by a more skilled Fire Mage.
Some flames even splashed onto Viserys. Viserys was not yet a true Unburnt.
So Viserys still relied on his silver scales, his agility, and his elemental affinity to avoid being burned to a crisp.
"Disperse!" Viserys shouted, red and blue light points solidifying around him.
Water magic was used to protect himself, while fire magic was used to disperse the dragonflame somewhat.
The golden dragon looked at Viserys, not expecting this human to be more resilient and powerful than it had imagined.
Although Viserys was not a peerless Fire Mage, he was a unique dual sorcerer, and he also had the rhoynar set.
Five steps!
Three steps!
One step!
Viserys finally reached the starting point, facing the golden dragon eye to eye.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final outcome, wondering if King Viserys had succeeded amidst the smoke and fire.
Now Viserys felt a burning, stinging pain all over his body; real burns and infections could be fatal.
Fortunately, under the gentle effect of water magic, the silver armor also resisted most of the dragonflame, preventing it from turning into real scars.
Even so, Viserys felt dishevelled and embarrassed, almost burning his hair off.
Viserys stood before the golden dragon, and the golden dragon's eyes reflected Viserys's image.
There was an expression of
It roughly meant that he had passed the test and was qualified to be a hunting partner.
Viserys placed his hand on the golden dragon's snout, and the golden dragon ultimately did not refuse.
"By my fire, I call your name."
"King of Gold and Flame, Golden Dragon Tyrant, Sunfyre."
Viserys touched the golden dragon's snout to his silver armor, then tentatively soothed Sunfyre's emotions.
At this moment, dangers were everywhere; the Fire Zombiess, Three-headed Blood Eagle, and griffins, which were not far away, were about to arrive.