Chapter 379 Black Swan, Dragon Egg Hatching
Dusk, sunset.
Two giant dragons, one light silver and one light gray, hovered over Lys, playfully flying through the red fire clouds.
The majestic city-state is filled with ruins of buildings and billowing black smoke.
The port was breached, and troops flying the flags of three red dragons, seahorses, and tigers landed and poured into all parts of the city-state.
"Hiss..."
The glutton's dragon head reached forward, its wings supported the tall buildings around it, and its hind feet dug into a pile of rubble.
Mogul's remains were buried in the rubble near the ruins.
The glutton has only eaten young dragons and dragon eggs, and occasionally the remains of some adult dragons. This is the first time that he has hunted an adult dragon alone.
Cherish blood food after a long absence.
The street where it was located was reduced to ruins, with scorched black marks everywhere.
Rhaegar stood on the street, with a dead dragon head with closed eyes behind him.
"Prince, spare your life!"
"We are innocent..."
The elite of the Second Son Regiment surrounded the street, and dozens of luxuriously dressed dignitaries knelt down, crying and begging.
Rhaegar simply ignored it and weighed a fresh dragon egg in his hand.
The dragon egg is covered with diamond-shaped scales, and the big head is completely black, with a hint of silvery luster appearing downwards.
Two elite men from the Second Son Regiment stood aside, holding an unshaven silver-haired middle-aged man in custody.
"By Balerion's blessing, Morgul left a dragon egg."
Rhaegar's eyes were soft, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
Mogul comes from the Sea of Smoke, and his lineage is different from the dragons of the Targaryen family.
Together with Long Du, Mogul's life cannot be spared.
However, Mogul laid a dragon egg, and when it hatches, it will be a young dragon with a rare bloodline.
A young knight from the Second Son Regiment reported: "Prince, this dragon species was captured in a nearby building and was carrying a dragon egg."
Rega turned his head and cast his clear eyes.
"Prince, I am protecting the dragon egg, not stealing it and escaping."
Tristan shook his head, showing his haggard handsome face, and repeatedly defended his situation.
He really didn't expect it and obediently hid in the building to take refuge.
The Iron Throne's army seemed to have a dog's nose. After a search, he was arrested, and the dragon egg he risked to capture was also seized.
Hearing his cry, Rhaegar seemed to be thinking, and chuckled: "I remember you, Tristan Weishui. The illegitimate descendant of Maegor I, and you have an 8-year-old daughter."
Mogul laying dragon eggs was unexpected and reasonable.
On the eve of the attack on Lys, spies blocked all ports and kept a close eye on every move in the Camarasaurus cave.
Even if Tristan had second thoughts, he couldn't escape from Reese's range.
What he said was like a life-saving straw.
Tristan was anxious and nodded: "It's me. Belle hid the dragon egg selfishly. I took it back from Xiufu and wanted to give it to you, the prince."
The task of the dragon species is to tame the dragon.
He has not come into contact with dragons, but a dragon egg is enough to exchange for a lifetime of wealth.
Rega was noncommittal and waved his hand: "Take him down first, don't treat him harshly."
The dragon egg was an unexpected surprise, but he didn't have time to interrogate an illegitimate child.
Hearing this, the young knights of the Second Sons took Tristan away.
Rhaegar held the dragon egg and walked towards the group of dignitaries who were kneeling on their knees.
Looking around, everyone is crying and pleading, but no one has a strong heart.
"Are these people Lisians who support Bambaro?" Rega asked curiously.
"Yes, Prince."
Shiliu stood in front of the crowd, with a smile on his face.
Rhaegar nodded, considering what to do.
Xiliu was not idle and asked someone to drag the body of an old man in red robes, and handed over a parchment book.
The body was rather miserable, having been stabbed more than a dozen times.
Xiliu raised his eyebrows and said, "The blood witch worshiped by Governor Reese has this book with ghostly drawings in his arms."
The old man still wanted to abscond in fear of crime, but was hacked to death by soldiers.
Rhaegar said a curious "Oh" and took the parchment seriously.
His bloodline has undergone transformation and is in urgent need of supplementary knowledge.
Before I could look through it, two armies covered in blood arrived.
"Prince, the port is completely captured."
The sea snake spoke in a deep voice, full of momentum.
The other is a Fanbang team with soldiers with tiger tattoos on their faces.
The leader is the Tiger Party Archon "Teslio" of Volantis.
Tesirion's face was strong, and he lowered his body and saluted: "His Royal Highness Rhaegar Targaryen, long time no see."
Rhaegar chatted briefly, then ordered the two of them to clear the streets and supervise order in the city.
The elite of the Second Son Regiment picked up dozens of dignitaries and followed him towards Reese's headquarters building.
——Governor's Palace.
There is someone waiting for him somewhere.
…
The sun gradually sets and the temperature plummets.
Rega, led by two charming women, arrived at an elegant attic in the Governor's Mansion facing the sunset.
Crunch——
Pushing open the door, a beautiful figure in a white gauze skirt stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sunset.
Rega was very calm and did not speak in a hurry.
It was the other party who was tipping him off and working together to capture Reese.
Hearing what Xiliu wanted, the other party wanted to meet him and said that he could help him solve the problem.
Qianying slowly turned around, revealing her beautiful face, and said with a smile: "Johanna from the Swen family, sincere greetings to the prince."
Rega frowned slightly and took a serious look at the beautiful woman in front of him.
The voice is somewhat familiar, and so is the appearance.
But I can't remember where I saw it.
Johanna has a charming smile, black curly hair hanging on her chest, and her graceful waist is swaying as she approaches.
Every gesture exudes feminine charm.
Intellectual and charming, with the flavor of a mature woman.
Rega suddenly thought of a scene, his brows knitted into a knot, and he asked bluntly: "Are you the prostitute three years ago?"
During the First Battle of the Stepstones, he led his army to sack Lys.
When looking for the Luojiale Bank, a brothel prostitute boldly gave him directions.
Johanna's beautiful eyes flashed a little brightly, and she did not deny it: "Including this time, I helped you twice."
The distance kept getting closer, and when it was less than two meters away, the long white legs stopped.
Rega's eyebrows relaxed, and he walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window, curling his lips: "Except for my people, if you want anything, just ask."
He had heard the name of Johanna, the robbed daughter of the Sven family. The uncle of the earl was unwilling to spend money to redeem her, and was forced to live in prostitution.
It must be said that a prostitute who got involved in Reese's government affairs was an extraordinary woman.
but! Don't be greedy for his body!
Being flatly rejected, Johanna was slightly stunned and felt some misjudgment in her heart.
As far as she knew, the Targaryen prince preferred mature women, so he should like her appearance.
"Hmm~"
Johanna smiled gently and said frankly: "Prince, you will be the master of Reese, and I can be a profitable housekeeper."
"Don't want to go back to Westeros?"
Rhaegar sat down on the window edge, turned to look at the sunset, and said jokingly: "I can help you get rid of Count Sven and let you become a countess."
Johanna shook her head gently: "I am a black swan, I am not liked."
Rhaegar smiled and said nothing.
Johanna smoothed her hair, wiped the white greasy on her chest with her green-white fingertips, and said softly: "Leave me here, I can help you take care of Reese, and make those powerful people sincerely loyal to you."
"Can."
Rhaegar nodded and suggested: "Get rid of those disobedient guys first, and then negotiate with Volantis and the Velaryon family for me."
After taking Lys, only Tyrosh, who was attacked from both sides and from both sides, was left in the Three Women's Kingdom.
Of the three city-states, one was under the direct control of the royal family, one was enfeoffed by Daemon, and the remaining one was divided between the royal family and various parties.
This is a preliminary strategy, and the details need to be discussed back in King's Landing.
Black Swan is not simple. Help him control Reese in advance, and he will have a greater advantage in negotiations.
"no problem."
Johanna accepted it readily, leaned against the door frame, and said charmingly: "I'm going out right now. Do you need to call some beauties for you?"
Rhaegar was too lazy to look and said with great disgust: "Go out and work hard."
Johanna was not angry either, bowed and stepped back with a smile.
Communication between smart people is simple and convenient.
boom--
The door closed and the sky became darker.
Rhaegar stretched his waist and looked at the dark dragon crawling in the ruins.
The gluttons satisfied their desire to hunt, dug up Mogul's remains, and slowly and methodically chewed them into their stomachs.
Within two hours, only a broken skeleton was left in the ruins.
The glutton was finally full, and he lay prone on the ground sleepily, falling into a light sleep.
"Digestion." Rhaegar thought to himself.
Transforming into a dragonborn, the bond between one person and one dragon becomes stronger.
Gluttony conveys the concept of "sustaining" and "transforming" energy through sleep.
Rhaegar put his chin on his hand and cursed: "Ten years have passed, and a glutton has had a full meal."
However, this kind of feast is really too expensive.
Swish…
Putting the dragon egg on his lap, he took out the blood witch's parchment and read it with one hand.
The books of an old blood wizard may contain a lot of knowledge.
The sun had completely set and the sky was dark.
Lei Jia's purple eyes were bright, and he was reading over and over in the darkness.
The pages of the book record some medicinal materials and medical experience, as well as some descriptions of the geography, famous customs and customs of the Essos continent.
The book is interspersed with some special symbols and patterns, recording unknown blood witchcraft concepts.
Halfway through, the pages of the book changed.
Several passages are clearly recorded in Valyrian script.
"Quiet", "Stop", "Loyal"...
Rega's eyes flashed, and he said in surprise: "Flying spell?"
Looking further, the spell is incomplete and the key word "flying" is missing.
Rhaegar was greatly regretted.
Without key words, the spell cannot be cast, and only limited use of dragon training skills can be made.
No wonder Mogul was tamed, it probably has something to do with the flying curse.
Rhaegar licked his lips and continued to flip through the book.
Speculations about "dragons", knowledge about dragons of a certain Dragon King family, preparations and process of training dragons...
The pages turned faster, until the last page.
"Huh~, this unknown Dragon King family has some experience in growing dragons."
Rhaegar smiled with satisfaction.
For example, dragon habits, volcanic landforms, and dragon egg preservation.
Targaryen also has some of this knowledge, but it is not as detailed as recorded in the book.
"Dragon eggs... hatch."
Rhaegar put down the parchment and thoughtfully picked up the silver and black dragon egg beside his leg.
Raise it above your head and take a closer look under the dim moonlight.
An idea flashed in Rega's mind, and he mobilized the fire magic in his blood to nourish the dragon egg bit by bit.
The book says that dragon eggs are preserved in the volcanic landscape, which is the dragon nest of the Fourteenth Fire Peak.
Dragon eggs have a higher hatching rate and baby dragons grow faster.
Rhaegar said seriously, "Dragon eggs, dragon eggs, hatch quickly."
He suddenly remembered his childhood.
Rhaenyra selected a black dragon egg from Dreamfire and placed it in his cradle.
After so many years, the dragon egg still hasn't hatched in the dragon's lair.
Seeing the sisters Benila and Renya successfully hatching dragon eggs, he felt a little itchy.
Click——
Suddenly, the dragon egg made a crisp sound, and a silver-black scale fell off.
"Huh?" Rega's eyes widened and he sat upright instantly.
The sea breeze blew away the dark clouds, and a bright moon shed its light.
Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, it happened to fall on the dragon egg and also on Rhaegar's face.
Click click click…
The dragon egg shook slightly, and the broken area became larger and larger.
puff--
As if the film was broken, a small dragon head poked out of the eggshell, reflecting a silver-black luster in the moonlight.
Rega's breath was stagnant, and he raised his hands and did not dare to move.
He couldn't believe it, but he hatched a baby dragon with his own hands.
"Hiss..."
The young dragon's dark vertical pupils glanced wildly, and it slowly crawled out of the egg shell, stretching like a little black cat.
Looking at the appearance alone, the young dragon is almost a replica of Mogul.
The skinny silver-black body is not that big, but the black head is as big as a goose egg, and the head-to-body ratio is astonishingly one to three.
The young dragon's thin neck supported its head, and it moved its body with great effort, and its large gray wings hugged Rhaegar's arm.
Plop——
One was not careful, his head was too big and he couldn't control the balance well, so he fell crookedly.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Rhaegar put his arms together to hold it back, preventing a tragedy in which the young dragon died just after hatching.
"Hiss..."
The young dragon neighed weakly, stood up with its wings supporting Rhaegar's arms, and looked back and forth at him with its head.
"Uh-huh!~"
Lei Jia's eyes were full of joy, and he smiled and said: "Little guy, are you okay?"
