Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"Gluttons, soar into the sky!"

Beller, eager to give his first command in Higher Valyrian, did not wait.

The Glutton is a proud wild dragon. Since he has chosen to acknowledge Beile as his master, he will never go back on his word and disobey orders.

It immediately took to the skies, soaring over Dragonstone as Baylor had envisioned.

Baylor turned his head slightly, looking at Dragonstone, which seemed to be able to be completely held in one hand. The excitement and joy in his heart were no less than when he left Oldtown.

"From this day forward, I am a true dragon rider!"

Baylor spread his arms, enjoying the air brushing against his cheeks. Despite the slight pain, he was still having a good time.

After enjoying the flight in the sky, Baldr ordered the Gluttons to fly back to Dragonstone and let Rhaenyra, who had been waiting for them, know that they were safe.

"roar--"

Just then, the glutton suddenly accelerated and flew directly downwards into the sky.

Beller knew that the dragon's roar was a warning signal from the Glutton, telling him that two dragons that did not belong to Dragonstone had trespassed here.

"Gluttons, catch them!" Baylor immediately gave the order.

A dragon that can make a glutton wary must be about the same size as Silverwing, or even possibly two dragons of equal size.

The Glutton was fast. Baylor quickly spotted a mud-brown dragon, its breath spitting dragonfire, chasing a small, silver-grey dragon on several small islands near Dragonstone.

The size difference was too great; the small, silver-gray dragon couldn't even put up a fight and could only scream in terror as it flew towards Dragonstone.

In contrast, the muddy brown dragon behind it, despite having the ability to easily catch up, deliberately maintained its flying speed, like a bored parent deliberately teasing a child.

Baylor, being very knowledgeable, naturally recognized the two wild dragons.

One is the gray shadow that fishermen say likes to hide in the clouds.

The other is the sheep thief, who frequently appears in various territories and likes to steal sheep.

Like the Glutton, both dragons have never had a tamer and have always relied on their own abilities to survive in the wild.

"Glutton, catch up with the sheep thief! Don't let him hurt Gray Shadow!"

Beller had long had the idea of ​​bringing the two wild dragons that were wandering outside back into the family, but he was troubled by their elusive nature. Even if he wanted to gather information, it would take at least a month.

Now that you've encountered them here, don't even think about leaving Dragonstone so easily!

There's a saying: In this world, every living dragon belongs to the Targaryens!

"Hiss—"

The glutton responded to Baylor.

flapping its wings, it swiftly flew towards the sheep thief who only bullied the weak and feared the strong.

As wild dragons, sheep thieves also possess a keen sense of smell and agility.

After sensing the unique aura of the glutton, the sheep thief was about to turn and run when he was instantly knocked off his feet by the larger and faster glutton.

"Dragon Flame!"

Beller didn't let this opportunity pass him by, ordering the gluttons to spew dragonfire, which burned the sheep thieves until they screamed in agony.

Unlike the flames of ordinary dragons, the Glutton's green dragonfire seems to have a clinging effect, causing pain when attacked and even more pain when continuously burned.

Although the sheep thief is a dragon, he has always made a living by stealing sheep. Apart from bullying the weak Gray Shadow, he has almost never fought against dragons of the same level, let alone monsters like the Glutton.

The sheep thief, completely disregarding the dragon flames engulfing him, hurriedly turned and fled.

The gluttons wouldn't let this opportunity to eat slip by, so they immediately sped up and kept using their dragon flames to wear down the sheep thieves in front of them.

At the same time, Grey Shadow ran to the safe cave on Dragonstone and turned to look at the small figure on the Glutton's back.

It knew that the other party had saved it.

……

Rhaenyra, along with Aegon and Helena, fled to the dragon's lair. They mounted Syracuse, keeping a watchful eye on the vanished silver-grey dragon.

Aegon was very obedient and followed the dragon guard obediently.

Only Helena, disregarding the Dragon Guards' obstruction, gazed with adoration at Baylor, who was riding the Glutton.

"Go, brother! Drive the dragon away!"

"Helena, you stupid sister, come back here right now!"

"If anything happens to you, Mother will beat me to death!" Egon was terrified by her.

There is at least one unfamiliar dragon lurking outside the dragon's lair. Helena, that fool, is really fearless!

"Useless." Rhaenyra clicked her tongue and looked at Aegon speechlessly.

Despite bearing the name of a conqueror, his courage was less than that of a three-year-old girl.

If Renilla hadn't watched her grow up, she would have thought this was some kind of switched-up baby.

Helena exclaimed excitedly, "Sister, brother's dragon has caught up!"

Everyone looked up at the sky.

After a period of pursuit, the sheep thief's strength gradually declined, and his body became noticeably unsteady.

In contrast, the glutton still had plenty of energy and had even slightly opened its dragon snout, ready to devour its prey.

Seeing that the time was right, Beller gently patted the glutton and gave the order to attack.

The glutton sped up and flew directly above the sheep thief, its sharp claws instantly piercing the thief's back.

The sheep thief flapped its wings, trying to break free from the glutton's claws.

Unfortunately, his strength had been completely exhausted, and after struggling for only three minutes, he was completely powerless.

"Excellent, with the sheep thief under control, let's land on Dragonstone!"

Beller excitedly issued the order.

The glutton's dragon claws gripped the sheep thief's back tightly, then flapped its black wings and slowly descended onto Dragonstone.

As soon as it landed, the sheep thief tried to escape, but the glutton's dragon claws exerted only a little force and stomped it under its feet.

Then, its dragon head slowly approached, excitedly sniffing the scent of dragon blood.

"You must not eat it, you glutton."

Baylor patted its body, giving the order to refuse.

"roar--"

The glutton looked at Beller with a puzzled expression, its deep green eyes seeming to ask: If you don't give me food, do you still want to tame this ugly dragon?

Beller gently patted its dragon head as a sign of affirmation.

"Loosen up a little, glutton."

Beller spoke in Valyrian.

Although the glutton was dissatisfied, it had no choice but to obediently reduce its strength due to the tamer's orders.

As if grasping at a straw, the sheep thief's longan, which had been turning pale, finally regained its vitality.

It raised its head and keenly sensed that the boy in front of it had the same scent as the glutton, and immediately let out a pitiful howl begging for mercy.

Beller was pleasantly surprised, never expecting this wild dragon to be so intelligent.

"Don't worry, I won't let the Gluttons eat you, but you must promise me that you will stay in the dragon's lair and become one of our Targaryen dragons." Baelor spoke fluently in Valyrian.

A hand rested on the head of the sheep-thief, a muddy brown dragon, gently soothing it.

"ha--?"

The sheep thief stared at him suspiciously.

Although the other party spoke Valyrian, it was very difficult for the dragon to understand Baelor's words.

"Simply put, it means you'll stay here and do as I say."

"From now on, I'll cover all the lamb you eat!"