Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 245 Sheep Thief vs. Yang Yan

Chapter 245 Sheep Thief vs. Yang Yan
"finally reached."

Ignoring his scratches, Imond was filled with excitement.

But once inside the valley, they found themselves in trouble again.

The smoking cave that the wild dragon sheep thief just entered is surrounded by several other smoking caves of similar appearance.

As dusk approached, visibility decreased.

Imond stared at the smoking caves, completely baffled.

"Which one is the lair of the wild dragon sheep thief?"

After hesitating for a long time, I still couldn't tell the difference.

"Fine, I'll choose this one."

Imond gritted his teeth and crawled into the nearest smoking cave, which was covered with withered vines and spider webs.

Maybe it'll be the right thing to do if we give it a shot?

That's what they say, but once inside the cave, their mindset changed completely.

Imond's eyes were glazed over, and his legs went weak and unresponsive as he slowly shuffled deeper into the cave.

He was tense and fearful.

It wasn't just the fear of taming a dragon, but also the trepidation of facing a cunning wild dragon whose reputation was so powerful it could be manipulated by all.

As everyone knows, wild dragons are the most dangerous class.

They are untamed, full of primal wildness, and will burn any human who dares to covet them.

The gray figure tilted its head: "Hiss?"

"Gulu~~"

Imond was lost in thought, at one point comparing the wild dragon sheep thief to the wild dragon fire eater.

Both being wild dragons, they must be equally terrifying.

"what!!"

Imond suddenly shouted, pounding his thighs with both hands, forcing himself to charge.

Can't think any more!
Having overcome the difficulties of ninety-nine steps, how can we give up at the last hurdle?

It was all just me scaring myself.

With a roar of venting his fear, Imond swung his arms and ran wildly to the deepest part of the cave.

Dim, cramped, and stuffy...

Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared, and a new underground world radiating red light unfolded before their eyes.

Imond braked just in time, narrowly avoiding falling off the high platform he had been running up and plunging into the lava exposed by a crack in the rock strata below.

Upon arrival, the cave scenery becomes immediately apparent.

However, there was no sign of the wild dragon sheep thief.

"how come?"

Imond stared in disbelief, unable to believe he had come to the wrong place.

Before he could wallow in disappointment, a strange noise came from the dried-up magma surface below.

Click, click...

Imond's ears twitched slightly, and he knelt down in response to the sound, looking down directly below the platform.

The grayish-brown magma surface cracked rapidly, revealing streaks of scarlet red.

Imond was taken aback and instinctively held his breath.

He thought it was a sign of a magma eruption; the intense heat hit him, and the eerie sense of oppression left his mind blank.

hum-

Just then, a huge bulge rose from the surface of the magma, instantly revealing a cold, scarlet vertical pupil.

"what!"

Imond was startled and scrambled back.

He is bold, but not foolish.

If we don't run now, it will be too late.

"Hiss... Gah..."

As soon as I ran into the dimly lit passageway, a sharp, dragon-like roar came from behind, accompanied by a wave of heat that stung my skin.

Imond's vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

boom--

In the last second of their vision, a colossal dragon with scarlet scales all over its body and a slender, snake-like length slid through the passageway and sped towards the cave entrance.

Outside, in Dragon Valley.

"Hiss... Gah..."

Before the sun had set, a crimson dragon, as long as a snake, flew out of the valley, blocking the setting sun and becoming a waning, fading glow.

next moment.

“Hiss—”

"Hiss..."

Within Dragon Valley, roars echoed from all kinds of dragons, large and small, as if they had been provoked and were issuing warnings.

The crimson dragon flew atop the mountain, its large, fleshy red wings fluttering as it circled in the air, seemingly trying to orient itself.

Soon after, it soared eastward toward Changhu Lake and disappeared into the fiery red sunset clouds.

Dragon Valley, entrance.

"Kolaksh!?"

Aemon unconsciously stood up, watching the fleeting crimson dragon.

Before the other party disappeared, their figure was briefly exposed.

He was certain that it was the critically injured and dying Kolachu.

In a quick glance, it was clear that Kolachu's injuries had healed, but there was some swelling at the scapula of one of its wings, and some unhealed holes remained in the red wing membranes of both wings.

Compared to the thick neck and tail, the abdomen bears a scar with interlocking canine teeth. The newly grown scales are thick and hard, covering the original scarlet scales nearby, making it look somewhat abrupt and ferocious.

To everyone's surprise, it was indeed alive.

Aemon smiled, ignoring the roars of the restless dragons in the valley.

After the Battle of Long Lake, Kolachu mysteriously disappeared, and was told that he eventually entered Lonely Mountain.

Dragons are intelligent beings that know how to seek advantage and avoid harm.

For example, in the Dance of the Blood, Yang Yan was severely injured after the Battle of Ravenhill, and the Gluttons who migrated from Dragonstone at the beginning of the Dance of the Blood.

After repelling a Black Army army attempting to slay a dragon amidst ashes and ruins, the dragon heals its wounds and seeks a rider.

One sensed danger and simply escaped the vortex.

Kolakhuu entered the isolated mountain, which had just been developed into a volcano, perhaps in an attempt to seize a glimmer of hope.

"Korakshyu is alive, and the family has exactly 20 dragons."

Imon calculated with his fingers and smiled broadly.

His Highness is broad-minded and not worried that Corakshee might find Damon and cause him any more trouble.

He only saw a terrifying dragon with immense strength and extraordinary talent.

Damon is already over 40 years old.

How much longer can Old Deng live?

Once he cries out, the "Bloodworm" Korakshu will become a masterless dragon, which can then be passed down to the descendants of the family.

As the saying goes, "One dragon can be passed down for three generations; even when people are gone, the dragon still exists."

A dragon is far more important than a Targaryen.

……

Inside the smoking cave.

"Sigh~~"

Imond gasped for breath, clutched his head, and scrambled to his feet.

That just now looked like Uncle Damon's dragon, the "bloodworm" Corakshyu that had been missing for many years.

Imond was a little dazed and staggered deeper into the cave.

He couldn't tell which way was which; he was just going by instinct.

Soon, they returned to the high platform.

"Where is this...and where is that?"

Imond shook his head, finally regaining his senses, his gaze drawn to a pile of dull, grayish, irregular stones.

The rock is surrounded by a layer of cracked and flaking magma ash, which is where Korakshul lay prostrate.

There weren't many stones in that pile, only about a dozen or so scattered around.

Each piece is no larger than a fist, with an irregular outer shell mixed with black stone.

It appears to be some kind of crystalline mineral.

"what?"

Imond wasn't stupid; he realized that it was a rare and valuable item.

However, it has probably lost its effectiveness.

"Let's go first, finding the sheep thief is the priority."

Imond didn't care about anything good, nor did he care that he had accidentally awakened the dormant Korakshyu.

His only obsession was taming the wild dragon sheep thief.

He gritted his teeth and walked out of the smoking cave.

"Hiss!"

A golden young dragon flew overhead, its majestic body dazzling, circling above the valley.

It was Aegon's Sunfire; it seemed to have been disturbed by something.

Imond lay prone at the cave entrance, not daring to act rashly.

A soft rustling sound...

Suddenly, some faint noises came from a nearby smoking cave.

About a few breaths.

A pungent white mist billowed from the smoking cave, and from the swirling smoke emerged a massive dragon head with two horns.

Imond stared wide-eyed, then covered his mouth, too afraid to utter a sound.

It's it!

Wild Dragon – Sheep Thief.

"Gah?"

The sheep thief blinked his beady vertical pupils, stretched out his dragon head, and looked around, observing the situation.

For some reason, these expressions and actions, when they appear on a dragon, give off an inexplicable lewd vibe.

Imond didn't care at all; he just thought the other person was incredibly handsome.

"Gah~~"

The sheep thief looked up and spotted Yang Yan, then stealthily retreated into his cave, preoccupied with something unknown.

When it peeked out again, the dragon's snout was carrying a tattered sheepskin package, which it swayed and rattled. A corner of the sheepskin loosened, and a bright orange-yellow lump of gold fell out.

"Um!?"

Imond looked as if he had seen a ghost.

pat!

The sheepskin was completely torn apart, and equipment scattered all over the ground.

Orange-red copper ore, multicolored gemstones, pearls the size of longan fruits...

There were even two dragon eggs of different colors.

"Ah this..."

Imond was stunned.

That wild dragon is really cunning!
Pooh!
He's not a thief, he's a master thief.

"Hiss!!"

The sheep thief was terrified. He frantically rummaged around with the forefingers of his brown wings, gathered them into a pile, and used his nose to push the treasure back into the tattered sheepskin bundle.

His flustered and disorganized manner made him look just like a stupid thief.

At this point, there was no time to hide, and its massive body was completely exposed.

This gave Imond, who was obsessed with it, a real treat for the eyes.

Its entire body is covered with brownish-brown scales, and its surface is covered with a layer of mud-like keratin, making it look like the pitted and uneven ground after rain when viewed from a distance.

It is enormous, with a length exceeding sixty meters from head to tail.

Strangely, it had large, mottled white patches on its jaw, neck, and abdomen, as if it had some kind of skin disease.

As for the appearance of the dragon's head, it has only a pair of small, sharp horns on its head and a mouthful of sharp, black fangs.

At first glance, it looks somewhat similar to Kolaksh.

However, the most striking feature of this dragon is its wings, which resemble demonic claws, and the sharp thorns that cover its neck and back.

In terms of appearance alone, it is unlike any other known dragon.

It is both ugly and ferocious, and exudes an ancient and savage aura.

As if it didn't belong to this era of magnificent dragons, everything seemed out of place.

"What an ugly dragon."

Imond was engrossed in watching, but showed no disgust whatsoever.

Beyond the shockingly ugly appearance, one can see a lonely and desolate soul.

He will conquer it.

"Hiss!"

Yangyan also discovered the ugly wild dragon that had stolen his treasure, instantly arousing his ferocity and attacking without fear.

boom--

A golden wave of dragonfire swept out, striking the ugly wild dragon's treasure-bearing head, exploding and billowing smoke.

It was this attack that melted most of the metallic treasures into a lump.

"Hiss!!"

In an instant, an angry roar erupted throughout Dragon Valley.

As soon as the thick smoke cleared, the sheep thief rushed out and viciously pounced on Yang Yan in mid-air.

I stole your treasure, so you can hit me and insult me.

But you must not destroy the treasure!

boom--

The two giant dragons collided and engaged in a fierce and bloody close-quarters battle.

Click!

Kagerou, warlike by nature, bit down on the ugly wild dragon's neck, its sharp snout closing tightly.

The sheep thief seemed to have lost all feeling of pain, letting the golden dragon tear him apart, while he aimed his dragon head down and spewed dragon flames down at the dragon.

boom--

The dragon flames were dark brown, resembling scattered specks of mud, and they pelted Yang Yan head-on.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan cried out in pain, instinctively closing his vertical pupils, and the dragon's kiss was forced to release.

The dark brown dragon flames struck his face, seemingly sticking to his golden scales, sizzling and billowing thick smoke.

Yang Yan swung his neck forcefully, and mud-like dragon flames flew down from the sky.

Phew!

The sheep thief immediately counterattacked, his gaping maw biting into the golden dragon's slender neck.

To defeat a dragon, first slap its face.

I'll make you good-looking, make you overconfident, and then I'll disfigure you—are you scared?

Yangyan struggled fiercely, its claws tearing wildly at the ugly dragon's chest and abdomen, causing a layer of mud-like keratinous fragments to fall off.

The brownish-black scales beneath the stratum corneum have an oily sheen, indicating that the defenses have not yet been truly breached.

The opposite of.

The sheep thief was three times the size of Yang Yan. He locked the opponent's neck and swung him around forcefully, creating a crushing and fatal situation.

Make you look good!

I'll stop you from stealing!

Is it a hit? Is it a hit? ...

"Hahaha, that's amazing."

Imond ran to the area below where the two dragons were fighting and actually laughed.

A sinister thought crept into his mind.

Imagine how Aegon would cry if Sunfire were killed and he tamed the sheep thief.

"Gah!!"

Yang Yan gradually suffocated, her resistance weakened, and she was on the verge of death.

"Dragon Flame, Gray Shadow!"

At the critical moment, a sharp voice suddenly rang out.

"Hiss!"

A pale gray dragon shadow flew out of the fiery clouds and plunged into the sky, releasing a super-large dragon fireball with a diameter of more than three meters.

boom--

Before the sheep thief could dodge, he was struck squarely on the dragon's head by a fireball, which emitted a large amount of thick black smoke.

The impact of that single strike was so great that even an adult dragon couldn't withstand it.

The sheep thief was stunned by the explosion, and the scales on his forehead shattered and bled.

"Hiss~~"

Yang Yan's vertical pupils blazed with light, allowing him to escape.

It turned its body 180 degrees, spread its wings and glided along the ground, then took off again and flew while making a cry.

Like a whining monster that has been wronged.

"Fly, Gray Shadow!"

Using the greenery as cover, Imon emerged from the side of the mountain.

The gray shadow flapped its wings and floated lightly back to the fiery clouds, letting out a joyful cry.

It prefers to bully the weak and fear the strong.

Seeing the excitement in the grown-up little wild dragon's sapphire-blue vertical pupils, Imon felt helpless.

Vormisor is in Lonely Mountain Dragon Nest, as is Silverwing, his companion.

Only Gray Shadow, known as the Valley Scout, had nothing to do, so he was temporarily conscripted by him.

Judging by its size, it should be enough.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief burst out of the black smoke, looked up to search for the attacking dragon, but when he drew his sword and looked around, he was at a loss.

Grey Shadow is a not-so-strong dragon, but it possesses the most superb stealth skills and the most powerful dragonfire properties.

Unfortunately, his timid and cowardly nature led him to disguise himself as weak and helpless.

“Hiss—”

Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded from the summit of Lonely Mountain, revealing unparalleled majesty.

"almost."

Imon patted his chest, as if he were a little scared.

"Gah!?"

The sheep thief was unwilling to give up, but the bad memories he recalled haunted him, and he fled the valley in disgrace.

slip away.

"Don't go!"

Imond was shocked and rushed out immediately.

Aemon saw it.

I ignored it!

Nothing can stop a Targaryen's pursuit of dragons.

Just like when I was a child, no one could catch up with my little father who was smuggling himself across to Longshi Island and heading straight for Longshan.

Amon glanced back at the sky, made a circle with two fingers, put it to his lips, and whistled.

The fiery clouds rolled by, a fleeting wisp of pale gray-white.

The gray figure left without a sound.

Imon perked up and scanned the smoking caves on the mountainside, quickly spotting one of them.

The farce is over; time to clean up the mess.

Stepping over the path blocked by withered branches and leaves, I easily climbed to the top and swaggered in.

People!

Sometimes it's important to pay attention to details.

There is a clear path, but they insist on taking a shortcut.

……

Deep inside the smoking cave.

A pool of lava was churning normally, and not far away was a stone platform.