Chapter 97 The Sorrow of the Sheep Stealer

"Dragon Flame!"

With a clear voice, Rhaenyra steered Syrax to fight against the sheep-stealers.

After several interruptions, the sheep thief finally failed to have a full meal and continued the pursuit.

Rhaenyra was addicted to the battle and could not extricate herself. She commanded Syrax based on her feelings, and fought back and forth with the mud dragon.

The two dragons, one chasing and the other fleeing, breathed dragon flames in mid-air to attack, reaching a stalemate for a while.

After a while, the sheep thief pretended to give up tracking and turned towards the silver wing on the ground.

Rhaenyra hurried back with the dragon, and tried to stop her by breathing dragonfire again.

The sheep thief had been waiting for this moment.

As soon as Syrax approached, he immediately turned around and spit out a large mouthful of dragon flames, showering them like fireworks towards one person and one dragon.

"Syrax, get out of the way!"

The situation reversed in an instant, Rhaenyra's expression changed drastically, and she drove Syrax to turn around.

Syrax hurriedly stopped flying, and the orange dragon flame had arrived.

It was obviously too late to escape at this moment.

The hot dragon flames rushed towards his face. Syrax tried his best to roll back to protect Rhaenyra on his back from harm.

"Hiss..."

The next second, its chest and abdomen were sprayed by dragon flames, and it howled in pain.

Syrax had never experienced combat before, and when he encountered pain, he was immediately at a loss and found it difficult to maintain his balance.

The body fell downwards, flapping its wings in an effort to adjust.

This also fully exposes its weaknesses.

The sheep thief's eyes flashed, and he rushed forward eagerly, intending to bite off its neck.

Rhaenyra had a chain around her waist that kept her from falling from the saddle.

But the oppressive feeling of weightlessness made her uneasy.

The sheep thief arrived in an instant, and she could only witness the greedy dragon rushing towards him, pinning Sylaxon down, tearing and biting him.

She looked back down below her.

After being pinned and bitten by the sheep thief, Syrax will fall to the ground.

By then, she will not be able to escape disaster.

"Hiss..."

When his life was hanging by a thread, a high-pitched dragon roar resounded in all directions, and a huge black dragon fell from the sky.

The strong wind swept by the dragon wings made her unable to open her eyes.

She only saw the black dragon belonging to her younger brother roaring towards him, and a pair of sharp dragon claws inserted into the sheep thief's back.

"Hiss..."

The sheep thief screamed, and was hit hard without any defense, his skin and flesh torn and pierced.

"The glutton... is Rhaegar..."

The hot dragon's blood dripped from her cheeks. Rhaenyra was slightly absent-minded, staring at the figure on the black dragon's back.

"Hold it and take it away!"

Rhaegar's angry voice sounded, followed by the chilling sound of flesh being ripped open.

The glutton grabbed the sheep thief's ribs with a pair of dragon claws, cruelly split the dragon's snout, flapped its wings and lifted it up.

The sheep thief suddenly felt a wave of pain, screamed in horror, and flapped his wings to take off.

Without the suppression of the sheep thief, Syrax hurriedly twisted his body and turned over before falling.

At the same time, the glutton was teasingly dragging the sheep thief all over the place.

No matter how hard this mud dragon struggled, it couldn't break free.

Rhaegar's eyes never left Rhaenyra's direction.

Seeing Syracuse resume flying, he was greatly relieved.

He didn't know how Rhaenyra came to fight with the sheep thief, but it didn't matter.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise he would have lost a relative.

After thinking about this, Rhaegar stared angrily at the sheep thief.

He said sternly: "Glutton, throw it into the sea!"

"Hiss..."

The glutton neighed in response, flew to the sea with the rather large sheep thief, and released his claws.

The restraints disappeared, and the sheep thief flapped his wings, trying to fly away.

boom--

Green dragon flames poured out like a torrent, overwhelmingly hitting its head, burning it and making it scream.

Plop——

The second dragon fell into the water today.

The sheep thief was thrown straight into the sea. He choked on a large amount of water while struggling wildly and was in a state of embarrassment.

The glutton didn't just leave.

Rhaegar steered it as it hovered above.

Whenever the sheep thief climbs out of the sea, it will blow out dragon flames to knock it back.

Dragons are creatures of fire and are very unaccustomed to water, and drowning can be fatal.

The sheep thief drank a lot of sea water, and after struggling fiercely, he gradually became weak and howled for mercy.

Seeing this, Rhaegar patted Glutton's back and said calmly: "Let's go, Glutton."

"Hiss..."

The glutton growled in displeasure, turned around and flew away reluctantly.

It originally wanted to drown the mud dragon so that it could have a feast later.

But when the driver spoke, it still respected it.

Scanning the shore with disdain, the sheep thief wriggled like a loach and struggled to climb up the beach.

On the other side of the beach, Wormisor has disappeared.

The tide washes away the devastation it left behind.

Rhaegar also discovered this and hurried back to find Rhaenyra.

"Rhaegar, I'm here!"

Just as they flew to the cliff, Rhaenyra's cry came.

Rhaegar lowered his head and saw Syrax falling to the ground, and Rhaenyra with messy hair standing aside and waving to him.

Not far away, the seriously injured Silver Wing also disappeared.

"Glutton, land."

When the glutton landed, Rhaegar slid down one of the dragon wings and hurried towards Rhaenyra.

The two long calves were soaring very fast.

He rushed into Rhaenyra's arms and said anxiously, "Are you okay?"

Rhaenyra shook her head, her face flushed with excitement, and said softly: "I'm fine, Syrax blocked the dragon flames for me."

Rega's tense face softened upon hearing this, he buried his head in her belly, and said in a muffled voice: "You scared me to death. You even said that I was messing around and I almost lost my life."

Rhaenyra held his back with one hand and rubbed his head with the other, her eyes full of apology: "I want to help you, but that brown dragon wants to eat the silver wings."

"Where are the silver wings?" Rhaegar raised his head and asked casually.

"Wormisor climbed up from the cliff just now and flew away with his silver wings." Rhaenyra was breathing rapidly and was a little scared.

"Next time you encounter a dragon, you should stay far away." Rhaegar said with a serious face.

Rhaenyla's face froze, and she said awkwardly: "This is just my first time fighting, and you are so young..."

"No! But my dragon is very big, far greater than your Syracuse." Rhaegar was a little angry.

On the one hand, he dares to engage in dragon fighting because he is brave.

On the other hand, it all depends on the glutton's large size and brave temperament.

Now that Vormithor and Silver Wing have been defeated, looking at the entire continent of Westeros, except for Vhagar, the only remaining dragon in the generation, I am afraid that no dragon can be its opponent.

Syracuse was less than twenty years old, just a young dragon that had passed through its infancy.

There is no comparison between the two.

After being taught a lesson by her brother, Rhaenyra knew that facts spoke louder than words, and if she lost, she lost.

Thanks to Rhaegar for his timely rescue.

She knelt down, face to face with Rhaegar, pressed her cheek against his, and whispered: "You are right, Rhaegar."

Rhaegar hugged her neck, rubbed his cheeks together, and said in a soft voice: "I miss you very much, sister."

"Where did you go after that night? My father and I were worried about you?" Rhaenyra buried her head in Rhaegar's shoulder.

When he mentioned his experience on the peninsula, Rhaegar's face fell and he muttered: "I fell into the den of savages. They are all idiots and have no meaning at all."

Among the dragons of the Dragon family, Balerion, the Black Death, is recognized as the strongest.

The weakest ones are hard to tell.

At this stage, I personally think that Sheep Thief and Gray Shadow are dragons with low talent.