Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 387 I Finally Caught Up with You
The wheat waves fell in the wind from the dragon's wings, forming circles of golden whirlpools. Brynden Rivers's white hair danced wildly in the air currents, and he could smell the special smell emanating from the blood-eyed scales - like the smell of old parchment mixed with moss on the ice field. The albino dragon was now making a roar he had never heard before, between a warning and fear.

"Southeast, we found them." Brynden's pupils contracted. The gray-blue sky seemed empty, but his years of dragon training made his muscles tense before his mind. He pulled the dragon rope hard, and Blood Eye immediately rolled sideways. A blazing column of dragon flame just brushed the wing membrane. The heat wave burned Brynden's right face, and a few strands of white hair curled and burned black.

The sheep thief's silhouette gradually became clear in the clouds. When the male dragon, one-third larger than Bloodeye, spread its wings, the shadow cast by it could plunge the entire army into darkness. Aegor's black armor gleamed on the dragon's back like a beetle crawling on rotten meat.

"You damn crow! You're chasing me pretty closely!" Aegor's shout came with the wind, "Your broken dragon is not even worthy of being my target!"

Brynden did not answer. Bloodeye swooped down under his control, its white scales almost invisible in the sunlight. The sheep thief's second burst of dragon fire was in vain, and the turbid flames turned the oak forest below into torches.

The albino dragon appeared like a ghost on the left side of the sheep thief, and its sharp claws tore bloody marks on the opponent's wing membrane. This is a unique advantage of a small dragon. Aegor cursed and turned around, drawing his long sword and slashing at the air helplessly, but only cut off a few strands of hair that were singed by dragon flames. The blood eye had already slid to the other side, and the slender dragon tail whipped the sheep thief's nose like a whip.

The two dragons performed a death dance a hundred meters in the air. The sheep thief's attacks were all devastating, but Bloodeye always managed to dodge at the last second. In Brynden's green vision, every move of Aegor seemed to be in slow motion - the loosening of the shoulder armor when the steel sword was raised, the trembling of the little finger when his left hand pulled the dragon rope, and even the meat scraps stuck in his teeth could be seen clearly.

"Is all you can do to hide?" Aegor's roar was mixed with panting. The sheep thief's sixth attack missed again, and the peat-colored scales were oozing with blood due to frequent turning.

Brynden finally spoke, his voice like rust, with a hint of inexplicable mockery: "I'm waiting for you to die of exhaustion."

Daemon Blackfyre and his men didn't have time to move far before they were caught up by four dragons. Brynden rode Bloodeye to hold back the sheep thief, Hovenders roared and attacked Koraxhu, Centroros was a step late and could only roar and pounce on Sea Smoke, and Shayel, the weird-looking dragon, fought one against three. Although he had no advantage in size, he forced the three dragons to be driven away in a miserable state. Poison fire may not have much effect on dragons, but it is deadly to riders.

At this time, another fight was taking place in Sendros.

This dark green monster was not as graceful as Bloodeye. Dan Vareses didn't even wear a helmet, and his silver hair was tied into a warrior braid. He and Beile had killed dozens of long-winged dragons that were as big as some young dragons in Sothoryos. In terms of dragon fighting experience, he might be the one with the most experience in the Vareses family.

Haiyan tried to use the height advantage to maneuver, and the dragon flames that expanded into mushroom clouds poured down like waterfalls. Centroros did not dodge or evade, and the scales covered with leaf veins glowed red like lava in the high temperature. When the distance between the two dragons shortened to ten yards, Dan suddenly let out a strange roar - it was not a command in High Valyrian, but it sounded like a direct call to the dragon's cry.

The ferocious beasts in the forest passed directly through the flames. Haiyan's dragon flame did not hurt Sendroth, nor did it hurt Dan who was protecting himself with bone plates.

Then it was time to hunt. Cendros's antler-like dragon horn accurately caught Haiyan's neck. Rehogar Targaryen watched in horror as the dark green dragon's throat bulged - that was not an ordinary dragon flame preparatory action.

“No! Wait—”

The light became dimmer and dimmer until it suddenly erupted from the ink-black color. It was not the common cone-shaped flame, but a sticky, liquid fireball with green smoke. If it was farther away, Haiyan's scales might be able to withstand it with their thickness - but unfortunately, it was too close, and Senderos almost sprayed the terrifying fireball close to Haiyan's throat. Haiyan's silver-gray scales curled and peeled off at the moment of contact, revealing the boiling muscle tissue underneath. Lei Huojia's screams were drowned out by the creaking sound of dragon flames burning through flesh and blood. His dragon saddle belt melted and the whole person fell into the wheat field like a rag doll.

Cendros roared in triumph. Its claws had already broken open Haiyan's chest. In the flickering light of fire, the old dragon of the Targaryen family was torn into pieces by the beasts in the forest. It seemed that they had not killed enough. Cendros was about to swoop down and give the little bug on the ground a fatal blow. Dan suddenly grabbed the hand guard on the dragon saddle. "Enough!" His roar made the dragon shake its head unwillingly, but it still obeyed the order. "Go help Shayel."

In the wheat field, Rehogar twitched in a pool of blood. His leather armor had melted to his skin, but his chest was still rising and falling slightly. When the cavalry of the Raven's Tooth Guard surrounded him, the noble prince was trying to grab the sword that fell beside him with his charred fingers - the Targaryen family emblem on the hilt had been distorted.

The blood eye in the sky suddenly screamed like an alarm. Brynden saw the scarlet figure of Korakshu swooping down from the clouds, followed closely by Hovenders, whose slender dragon beard tried to catch the knight on the bloodworm's back, but failed every time as the scarlet dragon evaded flexibly.

"Retreat!" Witnessing the fall of Haiyan, Damon felt dizzy and shouted to retreat without hesitation.

Gerorion and Igris, who were avoiding Sayer's poisonous fire, immediately fled in panic, while Jade Orins, who had been torn open with a bloody scar by the ferocious beast in the forest, no longer had his previous arrogance. He now just wanted to stay as far away from the monster as possible.

Aegor's curse came from behind. The Sheep Thief was almost the second one to withdraw from the battlefield. The right wing of this peat-colored dragon was already covered with scars, and every flap of its wings brought out tiny beads of blood. Bloodeye was too agile. Even so, the Sheep Thief still gave Bloodeye a hard blow. It left a deep claw mark on Bloodeye's chest, causing the white dragon to almost lose its combat effectiveness for a time.

In the wheat field below, as Rehogar was dragged onto the stretcher, his blurry vision caught a glimpse of a fallen dragon scale. Silver-gray, with charred edges, it looked very much like the ones he had picked up on the beach in Oldtown when he was a child. At that time, Uncle Aemon would touch his head and say "good boy".

Before the darkness devoured his consciousness, he heard a soldier mutter, "It's a pity for the dragon knight prince's dragon."

The captain of the Raven Teeth Guard kicked the speaker and said, "Shut up. This is a prince of the royal family. How many heads do you have?"

(End of this chapter)