Chapter 226 The “Truth” of History
One day later.
Dragonstone Island, Dragon Mountain.
"Hiss..."
The well-proportioned gray figure stopped on the top of a black stone mountain, stretched its slender neck, and looked around with vigilant eyes.
Beside it.
The glutton, which was more than twice its size, was lying on the ground, a pair of green vertical pupils tightly closed, and its slender dragon tail hanging low on the edge of the cliff.
The two giant dragons were not far apart, with a flat rock in between.
Rhaegar was wearing a tattered black robe and his silky silver hair was spread out. He lay flat on the rock and slept soundly.
Under his head, there was the tip of Gray Shadow's slender tail.
A summer wind blew by, the black robe was slightly folded, and a dark sword hilt was exposed in his arms.
Just yesterday.
Rhaegar and his two dragons attacked the three free trade cities of Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh, which belonged to the Kingdom of Three Women.
Countless slaves rioted and resisted the oppression of the slave-system city-states.
Of course, it doesn't matter.
After this battle, the strength of the Three Women Kingdom was greatly reduced, and it no longer had the ability to conquer the Stone Step Islands.
Rhaegar returned to Dragonstone at night and rested on Dragon Mountain for a night.
Don't ask why you don't go back to the castle.
The attack went so well that he couldn't adapt, and he didn't want to see his father and Rhaenyra.
"Snoring..."
Rhaegar was snoring lightly and sleeping soundly.
Unknowingly, the dream suddenly appeared.
The waves rolled gently and a cool breeze blew slowly.
An island city located in the Summer Sea.
The island has a cool climate, abundant sunshine, fertile land, and a large number of palm trees and fruit tree vegetation.
The ocean is green, and fish jump out of the water from time to time.
Rhaegar stared at the island city in his dream, his vision gradually getting closer.
The island's residents have blue eyes, platinum curly hair, and smooth skin.
In addition, there were a large number of poor slaves with different skin colors and hair colors.
Rhaegar recognized where this was at a glance: "Les!"
"Hiss!!"
A fierce dragon roar suddenly sounded, spreading throughout the surrounding sea area.
Rhaegar was startled, and his vision narrowed again.
In the city-state, there is a closed circular building.
A giant dragon with silver scales, its neck and feet were shackled respectively, and it was fluttering in the narrow space.
"Kill it!"
"Kill the dragon..."
A large group of people swarmed into the building, armed with axes, spears and other weapons.
The crowd shouted at the top of their lungs and charged towards the dragon with ferocious faces.
Among these people, there are slaves and soldiers...
The giant dragon flapped its wings, opened its mouth and spouted dragon flames, and a large number of people died without any body parts.
But the dragon flames failed to repel the crowd blinded by hatred.
The slaves launched a suicidal attack, jumping on the dragon and slashing with all their strength with their swords and axes.
Vow to break the dragon's scales and cause damage.
The dragon shook its body, and the slave was thrown off like a bug, falling to death on the spot.
Dragon flames spurt out like pillars, burning nearby enemies.
However, the crowd gathered more and more, frantically slaying the dragon.
The chaos continued into the evening.
The building was covered with charred corpses and debris, and the flames scorched every stone brick.
The giant dragon lay on the ground with bruises, breathing heavily.
There were several more shackles on its neck, and its wing membranes were penetrated by spears to connect new chains.
The crowd was still rushing in, attacking the dragon like crazy.
Axes cut through the dragon's scales, spears pierced bleeding wounds.
"Hiss..."
The giant dragon had no way to retreat, and raised its head and let out a desperate roar.
Wow…
The giant dragon stood up fiercely, tearing off all the shackles regardless of the chains and tearing its wing membrane, and took off with all its strength.
The golden vertical pupils stared at the dome of the building and hit it head on.
Rumble——
The stone dome suddenly collapsed, causing the entire building to collapse.
The giant dragon was hit by the overwhelming rocks and fell to the ground hard. The hot dragon's blood flowed like a stream.
The people who slayed the dragon were retaliated by the dragon, and they were all buried in thousands of rubbles.
a long time.
All that remains is ruins.
Rega watched all this from the perspective of a spectator, dumbfounded.
This scene also happened in other corners of Reese.
A brown-gray sub-adult dragon flew unsuspectingly over the city-state.
Below, a dozen scorpion crossbows were hidden in the darkness, aiming at it.
Poof——
A fine steel spear flew out and penetrated the chest of the sub-adult dragon.
"Hiss..."
The dragon let out a scream of pain, and his body immediately became unstable and fell to the ground, dripping with dragon blood.
More scorpion crossbows fired steel spears, constantly piercing its body.
Until complete death.
A towering luxury penthouse.
A middle-aged man with silver-blond hair looked nervous, clutching a Valyrian steel sword at his waist.
Rega looked around and knew the name of the sword.
--the truth.
"Rush quickly, the damn Dragon King is inside."
"Keep your voice down, don't let him find out..."
There was a murderous conspiracy downstairs.
"Lilith, take your dragon and hide."
The master of the truth gritted his teeth and looked back at his little daughter behind him.
It was a little girl with silver-blond curly hair and dark purple pupils.
The girl was curled up in the corner of the bed, holding a cat-sized red-scaled baby dragon in her arms.
The young dragon twisted its body, struggled and screamed, as if it felt the danger was coming.
boom--
The door was kicked open and a large number of soldiers rushed into the room.
"Kill these remnants of the Freehold!"
"There is another demon dragon. Kill the demon dragon..."
The soldiers roared wildly, besieged the master of the truth to death, and chopped off his head with a knife.
The little girl and the red-scaled dragonet were equally doomed.
were mercilessly slaughtered.
Rhaegar frowned and secretly clenched his fists.
He probably knew what period this dream was from.
Old Valyria suffered a devastating natural disaster and the Free Fortress collapsed overnight.
Forty dragon king families, except for the Targaryen family, who immigrated to Dragonstone in advance under the prophecy of Denise Targaryen, and luckily escaped everything.
There are always some members of the other thirty-nine Dragon King families who are still living in the world.
At that time, Lys was the colony of Old Valyria and the best summer resort.
Naturally, there are a few lucky people who are enjoying it and are not killed in the natural disaster that will destroy the world.
Unfortunately, the remaining dragon kings underestimated the horror of human nature.
The Freehold Empire enslaved Essos for many years, and many people suffered persecution from the Dragon King's family.
When Old Valyria fell to the Scourge, all the oppressed people began to rebel.
Lys's people, slaves, slew dragons and unsuspecting dragons.
Slaughter the weak surviving Dragon King.
The scene changed to Reese's vegetable market.
Several heads with silver-gold hair were hung on bamboo poles at the door of the vegetable market.
Three dragon corpses, two large and one small, were put on rafts by slaves, dragged into the sea and thrown into the sea.
At this point, there is no longer a Dragon King family or a dragon in Reese.
Ushering in the free trade city era.
Click——
The dream was shattered and fell into silence.
outside world.
Rhaegar's eyelids moved slightly, waking up from his sleep.
"This exploration is over, please pick up the lost treasures."
A system beep sounded in his ears, and Rhaegar opened his eyes and groaned unconsciously.
"Hmph..."
The pale face was stained with blood, the purple eyes were dazed, and the dark circles under the eyes were slightly gloomy.
The system panel automatically appears.
【the truth】
Exploration progress: 100%
"The exploration is complete..."
Grabbing his messy silver hair, Rhaegar sat up with one hand on the ground and touched the "truth" in his arms.
Suddenly, he remembered the dream he had just had.
Rega was stunned and whispered: "Is this the truth of history?"
The surviving Dragon King who was killed fell into the hands of the Luo Jiaer family after several twists and turns.
"Haha, take the Dragon King, get the Dragon King."
Rhaegar shook his head and laughed.
He didn't feel much about the slaughtered survivor Dragon King.
The forty Dragon King families are in a competitive relationship, and the competition is fierce.
If those guys hadn't died, those who lost their dragons would have lost their dragons.
It is also not the turn of the Targaryen family, which ranks in the middle and lower reaches of the overall strength, to stand alone and dominate the continent of Westeros.
Lowering his head, the dragon-shaped sword of truth stared at him, a pair of ruby-encrusted vertical pupils shining brightly.
"Your family is dead, and your surname will be Targaryen from now on!"
Rhaegar muttered to himself, putting the truth aside.
There was also a grapefruit-sized purple light ball in his arms, trembling slightly like flowing water and glowing slightly.
Rhaegar rubbed his hands and silently prayed to Balerion: "Black Death bless you and bring out a valuable relic."
Reach out and touch the purple light group.
Wave~
The light group shattered at the touch and turned into dots of fluorescence.
"The relic was picked up successfully, under detection..."
"The test was successful and it was determined to be an epic relic, the truth of history."
Rega kept up his efforts and checked the keywords that triggered the relic.
"The tragedies buried in the long river of history are waiting for revenge from the same people."
Rhaegar frowned in confusion, thinking about the meaning of the keyword.
"Revenge?"
Muttering something, Rhaegar wondered whether burning Lys would count.
As soon as the thought came out, a ray of light came out.
"Congratulations, the truth of history has been activated, you have obtained..."
[Blood Witchcraft: Dragon Stone]
Level: Excellent (blue)
Function: Collect materials, mobilize blood magic, and melt black dragon stone.
Rating: "The blood magic of the old Valyrian period has endless creativity."
The relic was activated at the right moment, and knowledge about blood witchcraft flooded into his mind.
Lei Jia shuddered, a cool air hit Tianling, and his body felt indescribably comfortable.
With the experience of accepting the knowledge of runes last time, I didn't lose my temper this time.
Rhaegar opened his lips and teeth slightly, savoring the beauty of knowledge.
Ten minutes later.
"Huh~" Lei Jia exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling refreshed.
This kind of joy from the soul is really fascinating.
Raising his hands, Rhaegar glanced at each one and said with a smile: "Am I a fire warlock or a blood wizard now?"
After thinking about it, I brought up my personal panel.
【Rhaegar Targaryen】
Talents: Dreamer (gold), Pyromancer (purple), Longevity (green)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (44%)
Runes: Ouroboros (blue), Bronze (green)
Blood Witchcraft: Dragon Stone (Blue)
Relics: Blood and Fire, True Dragon Bloodline, Vision of Dreams...
Comment: "The ancient bloodline gradually masters the ancient power."
"The craft is gone, replaced by runes and blood magic."
Rega murmured, knowing that the rune system and the blood witch inheritance were extraordinary powers and were of higher importance.
From the inheritance of [Dragon Stone], he learned some basic knowledge of blood witches.
Blood witches rely on the magic hidden in their blood and have strict requirements for their background.
Other than that, he and the Pyromancer reached the same destination.
Both are the inherited knowledge of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King and are not mutually exclusive.
