The Second Generation of Dragon Shepherds

Before long, the sky gradually darkened.

"Rooooar—"

Ulagas flew east all the way from Sunspear, crossing the sea and entering the Stepstones.

The old dragon glanced back from time to time, beating its wings slowly and steadily.

Despite its serious injuries, it still did its best to look after its young rider.

Compared with Vhagar, who was like an irritable old grandma, Ulagas seemed more like an elegant lady who had never aged.

Rumble—

Suddenly, golden flames erupted in the distance, and thick clouds of smoke billowed over a wide area.

Amid the din, shouts and cries of battle could just barely be heard.

Ulagas's slit pupils were indifferent. It circled once in place, then turned back toward Lemonwood, where it was temporarily staying.

The old dragon that had trespassed, along with the young dragon, were still in its territory. It had no time to go sightseeing.

With that thought, Sunspear appeared once more at the far end of the horizon.

"Mm..."

Baelor gradually awoke from his deep sleep, opening his eyes in a daze.

He looked around. Beneath him were dark green scales like moss, while a pair of broad wings with pale yellow membranes stretched far away on either side.

"Ulagas, is that you?"

Baelor shook his head and climbed to his feet on the dragon's flat back.

"Roar..."

Ulagas's slit pupils shifted as it answered its young master's question.

It was very docile and always answered when spoken to.

"Hehe, I'm all mixed up."

Baelor chuckled and stroked the rough scales beneath him.

The old dragon was a peculiar breed. Though old, it had developed slowly and was still in its prime at three hundred years of age.

Its body was covered in scars, clear proof that it had endured countless hardships.

"You don't have a saddle,