Chapter 488: Dragon Compass
Chapter 488 Dragon Compass
Dragonstone Island.
“Prince, thank you for your kindness. Braavos will always be your loyal ally.”
On the beach, Messenger Bells looked moved and bowed.
Rhaegar stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a slight smile: "Say hello to the King of the Sea for me. I will visit Braavos when I have time."
"my pleasure."
Bers said goodbye and reluctantly boarded the ship.
Rhaegar just smiled and his eyes fell on Doris Dayne on Dorne's side.
Doris looked solemn and saluted: "Prince, Prince Quill sends my regards to you."
Sunspear is controlled by the Iron Throne, and Quill Martell is a child who cannot bear the slightest hint of rebellion.
There was only deep fear and trepidation.
Rhaegar glanced around. Doris was followed by several Dornish nobles, and then waved back.
"prince."
An old man with a gray face stepped forward, holding a milky white giant sword in both hands.
Rhaegar took the giant sword, looked at it carefully, and said calmly: "Return it to its original owner."
He flicked the sword with his fingers, and held it out with both hands with a buzzing sound.
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Doris immediately knelt down on one knee, his face flushed with excitement: "Prince, the Dane family is always grateful for your kindness."
“If you do things for me, you will not be treated badly.”
Rhaegar looked down condescendingly, with deep eyes: "In the name of the Targaryen regent, I canonize you as the Sword of Dawn and the Steward of the Turbulent River."
The Turbulent River is a main river in the Crimson Mountains, and its outlet borders the Summer Sea.
The Dane family's Starfall City is based on the upper reaches of the Turbulent River.
“I dare to die if I don’t do it!”
Doris’ voice trembled, and he took the clan sword Dawn with both hands.
As early as Sunspear was defeated and news of his cousin's death came back, Dorris surrendered on behalf of House Dane.
Those who know current affairs are distinguished.
Six giant dragons took turns bombing. If you don't surrender, you will die.
Not to mention that the family sword Dawn is still in the hands of Targaryen.
Rhaegar waved his hand: "Let's go, say hello to Quill for me, and accept the teachings of the maester."
A child should have a childhood of cramming education.
Doris was foolishly moved and led the team on a long voyage with the dawn in hand.
The fleet is drifting away.
The huge black dragon roared and circled over the island in circles, as if patrolling its long-lost territory.
Rhaegar stood facing the wind, looking at the two fleets, and kneading his fingers carefully behind his back.
Peace agreement reached.
The Iron Throne and Braavos both win, and the Three Kingdoms and Dorne become victims.
“It will be repaid, the loan from the Iron Bank is very generous.”
Rhaegar then smiled, thinking that the money would be wisely spent.
As for repaying the loan?
Why should I pay back the money I borrowed based on my ability?
How to collect debts in Braavos?
Ask, how many fleets does the Sea King have?
If you don’t accept it, give it a try.
"Roar!"
The glutton felt the emotions of the driver, the dragon's kiss opened in a ferocious arc, and he roared wildly.
Rhaegar clapped his hands, turned around and walked back.
Stepping on soft gravel, you can see the blue sky, blue sea and white clouds behind you.
The arrogance of one person and one dragon relying on each other.
Entering the iron gate of Dragonstone Island, Rhaegar remembered the business and asked: "Are there any newly hatched dragons in Dragon Mountain?"
Speaks High Valyrian, concisely and concisely.
The old dragon man was one step behind, with a bitter expression on his face: "No, Longshan is very peaceful."
Rhaegar did not believe in evil and continued to ask: "Where are Wormisor and Silverwing? They didn't produce new dragon eggs?"
Following Vhagar, Silver Wing and Dreamfire have always been big egg-layers.
The old dragon man shook his head: "Silver Wings is sleeping, there are no dragon eggs."
While talking, he was holding a bamboo stick.
Rhaegar frowned slightly and said to himself: "Dragonstone Island has no young dragons, so it is the Sea of Smoke."
Commonly known as; wild dragon
Wild dragons are difficult to catch, especially the two inconspicuous young ones.
It’s not even easy to find.
“Maybe in Braavos, or Sothoros?”
Rhaegar thought as he walked, and couldn't help but recall his contact with Doris, the messenger of Braavos.
A shrewd politician.
Rhaegar had caught a hint of guilt in the other party's eyes.
What are you feeling guilty for?
Rhaegar's eyes became dangerous and he speculated: "There must be a hidden secret behind the death of the previous Sea King."
Compared to Sea of Smoke and Sothoryos, there are new hatchlings.
He would rather believe that Meng Huo's three lost dragon eggs hatched.
"If you have time to visit Braavos, you must place more spies."
Rhaegar's mind was spinning a thousand times, and he didn't want to alert the enemy.
Hatching dragon eggs in Braavos is a little questionable.
As long as the young dragon exists, it is impossible to hide the news.
Once the former Sea King dies, the two young dragons will inevitably become the competition targets of the forces behind the Iron Bank.
It shouldn’t be so quiet.
unless…
Rhaegar had an idea and guessed: "The young dragon is not in their hands."
Wildfire destroyed a port, with few witnesses around.
Unless someone arranges it in advance, the baby dragon will definitely escape.
Speaking of layout, the previous Aquaman was blown up.
Even if there are arrangements, they should be buried together in the wildfire.
Seeing that the prince was thinking about something, the old dragon man hesitated and said, "There are many dragon eggs in the greenhouse."
There are not only dragon eggs, but also pterodactyl eggs.
After the careful care of the dragon people, the long-winged dragon's eggs are well preserved. I wonder if they will hatch into young dragons.
Rhaegar came back to his senses and muttered: "Inform the Dragon Guard to step up patrols of Longshan and monitor the movements of Wormisor and Silver Wing."
There are only these two giant dragons left on the island, so we still have to be careful.
The old man did not dare to be negligent and said humbly: "As ordered."
At Rega's signal, he led the team to the majestic Longshan Mountain.
…
Stone Drum Tower, Greenhouse.
It is said to be a greenhouse, but in fact it is a special warm cellar.
Click!
Rhaegar lit the oil lamp on the wall and walked through the deep tunnel with the dim light.
The greenhouse is spacious and can be compared to an underground palace.
There are recesses cut out in the surrounding walls, where heating utensils are placed one after another. “They’re all dragon eggs!”
Rhaegar opened the lid of a stove, and sulfurous white smoke came out, revealing a dark dragon egg.
Other than that, all the remaining heaters store a dragon egg.
Green, blue-white, dark red…
Rhaegar counted them one by one and found a total of sixteen healthy dragon eggs.
Contains the three dragon eggs first laid by Syracuse.
They are green, gray and orange respectively.
Syrax laid two clutches of dragon eggs, three each time.
The dragon eggs produced for the second time hatched into Moon Dancer and Dawn almost at the same time.
The last bronze dragon egg was placed in the cradle of the eldest son Baelon.
“The family is very thin, otherwise we would always be able to hatch a few dragon eggs.”
Rhaegar's eyes were hopeful, he picked up the dark dragon egg and rubbed it with his cheek.
“Old man, when can you hatch?”
Feeling the familiar roughness, Rhaegar asked with a smile.
Dark Dragon Egg:…
This dragon egg was produced from the Dreamfire, selected by Rhaenyra herself, and placed in Rhaegar's cradle.
It’s a pity that one person and one egg have no fate.
The black baby dragon in the eggshell has not hatched yet, which makes it easier for the **** dragon that specializes in eating baby dragons.
Rhaegar played with the dark dragon egg for a while, put it back into the stove with reluctance, and said to himself: "Keep it well and leave it to your future children."
Speaking of which, Janey has been pregnant for several months, and the delivery is expected to be in early summer.
Rhaegar thought for a while, shook his head and said, "It's better to choose another dragon egg."
As he spoke, a man wandered around the greenhouse, picking out dragon eggs that were close to his eyes.
Rhaenyra breaks up with Jayne, if he takes the dragon egg Rhaenyra picked for him and gives it to Jayne's child.
Alas, the day is not.
While picking and picking, Rhaegar adapted to the dim light of the greenhouse, and a hint of sleepiness came to his mind.
“Yawn~”
After checking the last long-winged dragon egg, I yawned greatly.
“So sleepy.”
Rhaegar murmured, feeling a special feeling.
He needs a nap!
Go back to the side of the greenhouse and take out the dark dragon egg.
Rhaegar spread out a blanket, hugged the dragon egg and dozed off.
——
The alarm tied around his waist fell and was pinned down by a man and an egg.
Gradually, I fell into sleep.
…
Outside, long bridge with stone steps.
——
A huge black dragon broke through the clouds and mist, its green vertical eyes looked down at the mountains below, and its nose was twitching as it sniffed fiercely.
It smelled a special smell.
Suddenly, the glutton's green eyes glowed fiercely, he roared with excitement, and a trace of ambergris slipped out of the dragon's kiss.
It reminds me of what it tastes like.
That’s the smell of prey!
A pair of jet-black dragon wings flapped, and the huge body immediately turned around, nimbly getting into the clouds and rising into the sky.
Goal, Longshan.
…
It is getting late.
In the greenhouse, Rhaegar was half asleep and half awake.
The handsome face looked confused, and his eyes were half-opened and half-closed, like a broken boy who had lost his footing.
As expected, he fell asleep again.
Connecting with last night’s dream, some overlapping fragmentary images of fog, waves, and baby dragons kept appearing.
Like compressed knowledge, crazily squeezed into the brain's memory.
Rega passively endured, and the scene was frozen in the last scene.
Mist, a mountain, black baby dragon…
“Hiss…”
The young black dragon panicked, broke through the layers of fog, and plunged into Rhaegar's arms.
That’s right, Rhaegar’s arms.
Rhaegar's eyes widened and he hugged the baby dragon defenselessly.
—
Hunted against the chest with great force, Rega was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe. He slipped and fell to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, hit the back of the head.
A voice suddenly sounded.
“This exploration is over, please pick up the lost treasures.”
Rhaegar woke up when he heard the sound and looked around blankly.
With a swipe of his hand, he found a hard dragon egg and a light purple halo.
wave~
The purple halo broke with a poke and turned into a small group of purple light spots, which penetrated into his hand like cotton wool.
“The relic was picked up successfully, checking...”
“The test was successful and it was determined to be an epic relic, a legacy of the prophet.”
Rhaegar was startled for a moment, then slapped his forehead hard and woke up completely.
“Epic relic, prophet?”
Muttered something and tried to summon the relic itself.
The vigilance of the Hightower family is actually the treasure of the prophet.
I can only say that he is worthy of being a top noble who has been passed down for thousands of years.
–
Rhaegar sat up, and a stone compass appeared out of thin air.
The compass is all gray and has tiny gaps all over it, about the size of two adult palms.
Very rounded, with ferocious patterns of more than a dozen giant dragons carved on the surface.
“Inscription?”
Rhaegar looked at the compass and could vaguely see the inscriptions forming a circle.
It's a pity that it is blurred by the passage of time.
Lega looked forward to the font changes on the system panel.
“The dragon compass was made by a prophet who longed for blood. When it meets a dragon, it becomes spiritual.”
“Encountering a dragon?”
Rhaegar murmured softly and saw the keywords "bloodline" and "dragon".
The knife cut his palm, and a drop of blood fell on the compass.
(End of this chapter)
