Chapter 169

A cold air stream went south from the distant place of eternal winter, broke through the magnificent desperate Great Wall, and crossed the mountains, rivers and seas with heavy steps.

A heavy snow fell suddenly.

In the distant andalos, you can't feel the cold breath here, let alone the snowflakes you haven't seen for years.

Under the boundless blue sky, the breeze was accompanied by white clouds, and wesselis was in uniform.

With snow-white fur on his shoulders, a black three headed fire dragon cloak and a sword hanging from his waist, he rode on the back of a snow-white war horse.

Since he got the star heart, wesselis has studied how to make it into a weapon. However, the best blacksmiths in andalos have no way to forge the star heart.

So wesselis could only endure for a while and invited the forging master who could melt the heart of the star to come over.

The best craftsman in the world must be in kohor. It is said that kohor craftsmen master the technology of recasting valerian steel. However, kohor people keep this technology strictly confidential, and anyone who spies into this secret will be punished.

Naturally, wesselis could not invite a craftsman master from kohor, and he was not at ease to give this precious star heart to kohor people to build.

Finally, one of his subordinates was depressed and frustrated among the seven countries. Finally, he heard the news of the "real dragon", so a wandering knight who crossed the sea to take refuge gave his advice.

He told wesselis that in the city of King's landing, there was a blacksmith's shop on the steel Street on the top of the hills of visania. There was a weapon forging master named tob Mott, who was very skilled.

He once ordered a long sword from tob Mott, and the other party mentioned it to him at that time, but he didn't know if it was bragging.

Tob Mott said that he had studied forging in kohor and mastered the methods and spells of forging valerian steel.

Then the wandering knight took the long sword from his waist and gave it to wesselis for observation.

Wesselis took the sword and looked carefully. It seemed that master tob's craftsmanship was better than that of andalos's own craftsmen.

So wesselis immediately decided to send someone to King's landing and secretly invited this forging master.

Now after such a long time, this forging master has finally been invited across the sea.

Wesselis now mounted on a high hill, surrounded by more than a dozen cavalry.

And at this time.

Ho——

A bleak and melodious voice rang from the people's heads.

Then a huge shadow fell on the ground, covered the Knights below, and then flapped its wings and swept away quickly.

Wesselis performed fairly well on his horse, but he was a little frightened and sounded uneasily.

The cavalry around wesselis almost peed, and their horses fell on the ground trembling.

Roar——

Then a huge dragon roar came from a distance, and there was a strong fire. It seemed that bellerian had caught his prey.

Tob Mott, the forging master from King's landing who was being brought not far away, didn't see the figure passing through the sky. Just hearing the terrible roar, he felt that his legs were numb and almost couldn't stand stably. He still needed the soldiers nearby to help him.

This is the powerful deterrent of creatures at the top of the food chain. Just as the roar of tigers and lions can make people scared, dragons are creatures at another level.

"This... What's this calling?"

The cold sweat slipped from his bare head, and tob Mott's pale beard and voice in his throat trembled slightly, and then asked the soldier holding him.

"Dragon, of course."

And the soldier holding the little old man said impatiently.

He didn't see what forging master this guy would be. Even the boy invited with him looked bolder than he did.

This guy with only a few hairs on his head is not a liar, is he?

The soldier looked up and down with some doubt at the forging master who was famous in Junlin.

Following them was a boy with black hair and big eyes. He was startled when he heard the terrible roar with strong penetration and almost ran away.

However, seeing that the soldiers around him did not change their faces, their inner uneasiness gradually eased down.

In his heartless view, since the people around him are not afraid, he has no reason to be afraid.

After all, he has no noble blood, only a cheap life. Others are not afraid. Why should he be afraid?

So the black haired boy summoned up his courage and looked up to find the direction of the sound source.

However, at this time.

They were finally brought to wesselis's horse.

Wesselis was now setting up a shed to watch the hunting of the black dragon bellerian in the distance.

Wesselis doesn't know why. Bellerian's growth rate is far more terrible than his brothers.

After a few months, Rego and vesseleon have grown up a lot, but they are still a little rusty and are mastering flight skills.

However, bellerian is not only three times larger than them, but now it is more than the length of a strong doslak war horse. With the tail, it can reach an amazing four meters.

And you can hunt by yourself very skillfully. Sometimes you even want to eat seafood. You can fly to the coast of andalos and then drill into the sea to catch fish.

Because of its frequent appearance, many people know that andalos now has a dragon, but it can't be concealed.

However, although bellerian grew very fast, wesselis has not tried to ride the Dragon himself. Even if he is connected with the dragon, it takes great courage to sit on the dragon's back.

After all, if you want to get down from the sky, I'm afraid few Roast Whole cattle can't do it.

Wesselis is still in the stage of cultivating feelings with bellerian, and bellerian has not passed his infancy. Riding the dragon in person can be slowed down.

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"Your Majesty, I have brought you."

"This is master tob Mott, the blacksmith from King's landing."

The soldier took tob Mott to wesselis's horse and said.

Wesselis withdrew his gaze from the distance and noticed that the guest had come before his eyes.

Holding the reins in one hand, he looked up and down at the forging master, then patted the saddle gently, and then took the initiative to get off the horse.

"Welcome to andalos."

"Master tob Mott."