Chapter 463: Neptune sacrifices, the young dragon breaks out of its shell
Chapter 463: Sea King sacrifices, young dragon breaks out of shell
Hearing the cry of the newborn, all the servants in the Red Castle breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what work you are busy with, put your hands together and express your heartfelt blessings.
Princess Rhaenyra is known as the "Light of the Kingdom" and has been loved by the people since she was a child.
Rhaegar cleans the streets of King's Landing, recruits proletarians to reclaim wasteland, and takes in orphans so they don't have to wander...
The achievements of the siblings were so eye-catching that all the people who had benefited from them praised them.
The birth of a new baby represents the continuation of a great bloodline and deserves the favor of the old and new gods.
Princess's bedroom, on the bed.
Rhaenyra's face was pale, her body was exhausted and her eyes were confused and helpless.
She seems to be a mother.
Thinking of this, Rhaenyra seemed to forget about the pain and looked sideways for the two little **** she had given birth to.
She had to take a closer look.
Rhaegar had told her a bedtime story before, in which a villain would swap the king's children and raise them with his own children.
She didn’t want to raise other people’s children while her own children would starve and freeze.
Rhaenyra whimpered twice and tried her best to look at the maids gathered around her.
“Don’t be afraid, the baby has been born.”
Lanner wiped the sweat from her forehead and comforted her with a gentle voice.
She understands the psychology of pregnant women and that they all experience anxiety.
It's a pity that she doesn't understand her friend's unique thoughts and has always been worried about keeping her child from being dumped.
Click! Click!
Owell picked up the sharp scissors twice, and then used both hands together for a while.
Rhaenyra looked so scared, but her voice had already become hoarse. She pushed her friend to check.
“Don’t worry, that’s necessary work.”
Lannaer said funnyly.
Owell cut the umbilical cords of the two newborns, knotted them and placed them on their bellies.
The midwife brought two basins of warm water, hugged the newborn and rinsed it gently.
After washing it, hold it in your arms and check it over and over again.
Rhaenyra waited in agony, waiting to hold her child.
Just listen to the midwife keep chanting:
“The arms are normal, the legs are normal…”
After a lot of tossing, less than two minutes passed, and I happily hugged Rhaenyra, who had been waiting for so long.
With a smile on his face: "Praise the Holy Mother, they are two lively children."
"grateful."
Rhaenyra burst into tears and smiled. The big stone hanging in her heart fell to the ground, and she couldn't wait to reach out to pick it up.
Having a child in each hand makes a perfect pair.
Rhaenyra smiled silly, glanced at the baby first, then looked at her friend sheepishly, and said, "A very healthy child, right?"
“Of course!” Lanner was filled with joy and lifted up the silver strands on her friend’s forehead.
“Let me take a good look.”
Rhaenyra couldn't help laughing. She opened the two swaddling clothes and saw two small, white faces.
“Wow~~”
The newborn in the left hand has not yet opened its eyes. It is twisting and turning in its swaddling clothes, and its chubby hands are grabbing at it randomly.
The newborn in the right hand is in a daze, with its two short legs exposed and dangling.
“Why are they so white?”
Rhaenyra’s eyes were full of wonder, and she rubbed her chin against the silver-gold fetal hair on the heads of the two newborn babies.
His eyes are still blind, and his hair is silver-gold.
It is undoubtedly her child!
The midwife, a plump lady, said happily: "This is also the first time I have seen babies born so white. They are so cute."
Normal babies are born with wrinkled and red skin.
Rhaenyra’s two children are surprisingly clean and pink.
“Bo! Bo!”
Rhaenyra looked left and right, and as if she couldn't get enough, she took a bite at each of the two children's faces.
The two newborns neither cried nor fussed, allowing their mother to kiss them gently and curl up in her arms to feel the warmth.
Lannar looked envious and said softly: "Rhaenyra, you really gave birth to two good children."
Rhaenyra curled her lips, sniffing the scent of the newborn's milk, and said with satisfaction: "Rhaegar will go crazy with joy when he sees them when he comes back."
“Hiss…”
As soon as he finished speaking, a loud dragon roar came.
Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled "bang" sound from the balcony, mixed with a burning breath.
“Rhaegar!?”
Rhaenyra quickly turned back, wanting to see the person she longed for.
Into the eye, an orange-yellow dragon head stared at each other through the window with a pair of cute vertical pupils.
Lanner was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It seems that someone is more responsible than a dragon."
I can only see out the window.
Syracuse lay on the glass window and sneaked around to look inside. He raised his wings to block the sun, stepped on the balcony floor with his hind feet, and kept his whole dragon tightly in a half-suspended position.
Looks like a yellow gecko climbing the wall.
“Hiss…”
Syrax's eyes lit up when he spotted the driver's figure with his vertical pupils, and he neighed excitedly.
It lives in the back garden of the godswood.
Feeling the driver’s emotional ups and downs when giving birth, he rushed to the rescue.
It seems that it arrived too late and its efforts are not needed.
Rhaenyra looked at the giant dragon outside the window, angry and funny: "Good girl, I am a mother too, go to bed quickly."
Although it was not Rhaegar, the appearance of Syrax still gave her plenty of warmth.
As expected of the dragon that has been with him since childhood.
“Hiss…”
Clear stupidity flashed through Sylax's vertical pupils, as if he understood that the driver was laying eggs, and flew back to the back garden with a flutter.
Lannar hugged her friend and softly expressed condolences: "Lord Leonor has sent a letter to recall Rhaegar, and you will meet soon."
"Um."
Rhaenyra nodded, leaned into her friend's arms, and closed her eyes tiredly.
…
At this time, Rhaegar was flying back.
Glutton soared at full speed, rushing to the Mander River Basin in one breath, and still kept moving forward.
Rhaegar looked firmly and leaned on the dragon's back to reduce wind resistance.
He guessed that Rhaenyra was in labor and rushed back covered with stars and moonlight.
…
It’s late at night.
Beyond the Narrow Sea, Braavos.
In a remote port, a small team of people carried special wooden barrels into a deep underground corridor.
The barrels are pulled by wooden carts, and the bottom is covered with a layer of soft sand.
Sniff it lightly when you get close to it, and it emits a pungent and strong smell.
It turned out to be buckets of rare wildfires.
Not long after, a carriage drove slowly, and a tall figure with silver curly hair stepped out.
As soon as the figure landed on the ground, he kept cursing: "Damn Iron Treasury management, if you don't grant me enough money, how can you compete with the Iron Throne."
The moonlight shines, revealing his true face.
King of Braavos, Ferregor. Accompanying him was a brave swordsman who stood by his side at all times.
Ferrego's eyes were bloodshot and his expression was impatient: "Have the fire warlocks and blood witches made arrangements?"
“All involved in the plan.”
The heroic swordsman lowered his voice.
"good!"
Ferrego was overjoyed and had a strong emotional reaction. As he walked, he said: "Success or failure depends on this one move, it depends on tonight!"
The hatching of dragon eggs that has been planned for half a year is finally coming to a successful conclusion.
Ferrego walked into the underground palace, followed closely by the heroic swordsman.
After a long time, the gate of the underground palace was closed and locked together with the guards carrying the wildfire.
Hatching young dragons, information must not be lost.
With this thought in mind, Ferrego kept the matter a secret, even to his wives and concubines.
In this way, a long-planned sacrifice began.
Time passes bit by bit.
Outside the port, a carriage drove over a purple bridge.
The car is parked at one end of the bridge, far away from the port.
Suddenly, the car curtain opened a corner, revealing a young and handsome face.
Purple curly hair, one yellow and one green pupils, with a shrewd look under his eyes.
“What is this guy Ferrego preparing for mysteriously?”
The young man with different eyes groped his chin and looked at the hidden underground palace gate from a distance.
From the outside, it looks like a broken stone wall. If you don’t know what’s going on inside, you can’t find it at all.
His name is Spandam, a representative of one of the many families behind the Iron Bank.
Ferregor has been running for the Sea King of Braavos so far, but has achieved very little credit. Instead, he participated in the war and destroyed most of the Purple Sail Fleet.
The families behind the Iron Bank are dissatisfied and disgusted with this incompetent Sea King who cannot bring money and trade.
“Wait and see.”
Spandam sat in the carriage and waited for Ferreto to reveal his true identity.
Midnight, everything is silent.
Braavos is plunged into darkness, with only a few areas lit up, dividing the nightlife between the rich and the common people.
Tranquility as usual.
Boom!
Suddenly, an accident happened, and the explosion sounded for dozens of miles.
At the underground palace gate, the dilapidated walls trembled, and cracks appeared in the granite material.
next moment.
Boom—
Two walls flew upside down, and majestic green wildfire burst out, shooting straight into the sky like a volcanic eruption.
Boom! boom! boom!
The explosion didn't stop there, the entire port was shaken, and the ground collapsed during the shaking.
Spandam was drowsy while waiting in the carriage, and was suddenly awakened by the explosion.
“What happened…”
As soon as I lifted the car curtain and looked out, a hot and stinking torrent hit my face.
Boom!
The horses screamed at the top of their lungs, and the heat wave overturned the carriage and the horse, almost falling under the bridge.
Spandam felt his eyes blurred, his face turned hot, and he suddenly fell unconscious.
Boom—
The underground palace collapsed completely, wildfires continued to break out, and everything was destroyed in explosions.
In the dark night of Braavos, an extraordinarily bright green bonfire is lit.
Burn, devour.
…
The next day, it was bright and clear.
The fire engulfed everything and the port was devastated.
Looking around, there are only broken arms and tattered and charred corpses.
The entire population of Braavos stayed up all night, huddled in their homes for fear of the rumored Deathwing attack.
Deep in the underground palace.
In other words, in the ruins covered by a pile of rubble.
A pitch-black dragon skeleton crawls in the dust. Even if it lacks a skull, its overall length is still considerable.
Near the skeleton, charred corpses lay scattered.
These are the capable men and strangers that Ferrego invited to hatch the dragon eggs.
Farego misheard the alchemist's words and adopted the strategy of heating the dragon eggs with wildfire.
Obviously, it failed.
And risked his own life.
Click!
Suddenly, a crisp sound came.
Beneath the bones, three oval dragon eggs were buried in the ashes.
As if being pulled, the three black dragon eggs, whose original color could not be seen, gradually shook, and the shells cracked one after another.
Click!
A dragon egg in the middle was broken, and a small black dragon head was knocked out.
The dragon's head is the size of a fist, holding a piece of burnt black eggshell, looking around.
Click! Click!
There were two more shell-breaking sounds, and the two dragon eggs on the left and right cracked open, and two small things the size of house cats came out.
It has red scales all over its body, its wing membranes are slightly gray, and it is trying to spread its wings.
It has blue scales with deep stripes all over the head, and its back scales and wing membranes are light red.
“Hiss…”
A subtle neighing sound came from the black baby dragon stuck in the eggshell.
The young black dragon neighed first, opened its snout and bit the eggshell, revealing its entire body.
The whole body has black scales, the scales on the back and wing membranes are red, the dragon head has small horns, and the amber vertical pupils are lively and lively.
“Oh oh oh~~”
A vigorous rooster crows, and the morning sun gradually rises.
“Hiss!”
The young black dragon seemed to be frightened, flapping its wings hurriedly, and got out of the narrow and cramped ruins.
“Hiss…”
“Hiss…”
The two young dragons, one red and one blue, followed the same example and flew out with a neighing sound.
The young dragon has just hatched, and even flying is very difficult, let alone breathing dragon flames.
However, the three young dragons flew up unsteadily, actually mastering their balance.
“Hiss!”
The young black dragon instinctively resented the ruins where it was born. It sniffed around and chose a direction to fly in the direction of the sea.
The other two young dragons hesitated for a moment, neighed in dissatisfaction with each other, and each chose a direction to fly around.
If anyone is here, they will find the direction chosen by the three young dragons.
The red baby dragon is unruly by nature, choosing the east where the sun rises, and soaring along the uninhabited ditch.
The blue dragon is timid and takes a fancy to a piece of farmland, so it enters and flies towards the south.
The young black dragon simply resisted the island beneath him and hated the big crowing rooster, so he chose to escape in the opposite direction toward the sun.
Across the Narrow Sea is Westeros, known as the Western Continent.
(End of this chapter)
