The little dragons flew from side to side through wave after wave of attacks, dodging their trajectories. But they could not evade every one, and a few cunning shots still struck them.
Although Daenerys felt a little pained, she knew this was something the Dragon Horde had to go through. If the Magic Dragons were to fly onto a battlefield, the attacks they faced would be far more dangerous.
"Send in the second wave," Gendry said.
Anguy nodded. The soldiers rotated, beginning a second round of attacks that were trickier, faster, and fiercer.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Bowstrings were drawn and released, and arrows stabbed at the dragons' silhouettes like fingers thrusting toward the sky.
The veterans in the second round were even more skilled, and the little dragons began to struggle somewhat. Slowly, however, they adapted to these attacks. After all, they knew how to circle through the sky and seize the right moment to fight.
Gendry watched the Black Dragon Balerion pass through the clouds and vanish as he soared. Then the Green Dragon and White Dragon followed their eldest brother's course, dodging the powerful storm of steel and making their escape.
A moment later, Balerion cunningly reappeared. He had even observed the rhythm of the attacks; ordinary longbowmen and spear throwers all needed intervals between attacks. Balerion spat black-and-red flames, directly burning away the arrows and short spears attacking them. The wood quickly crackled into flame. Although the steel could not be completely melted, it was diminished to some extent.
All the Magic Dragons breathed fire, filling the air with brilliant flames.
Only after training ended did the Magic Dragons return to the air above the courtyard. With the performance over, it was time to eat.
"The Black Dragon came first. Give him the highest reward."
"The Green