Chapter 520: Treasures of Changxia Land
At night.
The sky was dark and the campfire illuminated the station.
"Wipe yourself quickly, don't get cold."
Rhaegar, with wet hair and a black robe draped over one arm, strode into the tent.
Helena's face was pale, her body was wet, and her hair was messy and stuck to her hair.
The little girl was very bold and walked into the tent without being shy.
Change clothes together.
Lanner had a serious look on her face, dried her wet long curly hair, and walked into her tent.
At this time, the three giant dragons, including the glutton, were lying on the ground panting, their scales steaming dry water vapor.
The station is quite far away from Yanhai.
He ran around for a whole day, destroyed several fleets in Slaver's Bay, and finally rushed back in a violent storm.
Even dragons get tired.
Menghuo was lying on the hillside, and a new tent appeared on the edge of the light blue dragon wings.
There were crowds of people in the tent, and sad prayers could be heard faintly.
…
At midnight, the dark clouds dispersed.
The bright moonlight shines down, washing the barren land after the haze.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Taking advantage of the darkness, a slender scarlet dragon shadow flew over, flapped its broad wings and fell straight down.
boom--
Colakxiu was in an excited state and landed on the ground actively.
Plop——
A figure fell from the dragon's back and rolled out several times in the dust.
The sound naturally alarmed the station.
Rhaegar was naked from the waist up, opened the tent curtain, and stuck his head out to take a look.
The moment the curtain was pulled open, a white figure flashed past inside.
"Damon!"
Lanner ran out at some point and found Colakxiu and the rolling figure.
Without hesitation, he hurried forward.
"I'm here."
Suddenly, a playful voice sounded, and a figure slid down from Colakxiu's back.
Damon's armor was intact. He excitedly picked up the falling figure and raised the corners of his lips: "You guys walked too fast. I caught an interesting guy."
"Woooooo~~"
Through the moonlight, the figure's face can be seen clearly.
A tall, scruffy man with white hair.
"Dragon type?"
Lanner glanced at it and frowned in confusion.
Damon picked up the sloppy man's collar and walked towards the camp. He said calmly: "More than that, I hope I can get useful information from him."
Not far away, Rhaegar changed his clothes.
Helena's face was pink, her head buried in her chest, her hands behind her back to tie the buttons.
Just about to get a good night's sleep.
…
A few minutes later, everyone gathered in Damon's camp.
Rhaegar looked around. In the corner were crouched Valyrian slaves who had not yet had time to interrogate them.
Different from the shivering of slaves.
Damon was sitting on a chair with a golden sword, one foot on the table, and one foot stepping on the sloppy man.
"what's the situation?"
Rhaegar spoke with a slight guess.
Damon laughed, kicked the sloppy man, and said generously: "A thief who claims to have seen the bastard Dragon King will definitely be able to interrogate useful information from his mouth."
Rega became interested and looked up and down at the sloppy man.
His hair was dirty and his original color could not be seen. He was kneeling on the ground and shaking all over, with an extremely frightened expression on his face.
After just one glance, Rhaegar's interest dimmed.
At first glance he looks like a strong man, but in fact he is a weakling who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
It is difficult to gain anything from such a person.
"Nephew, don't underestimate any little person."
Damon smiled uncertainly, stepped on the sloppy man's fingers and squeezed them hard, his voice cold: "Say! All the information you think is useful!"
"Yes, I said so."
The sloppy man was obviously frightened by the giant dragon, and said tremblingly: "The new Dragon King is a sheep herder, and I even bought wool from him."
"His family lives in a remote countryside and originally had no surname."
"The ships of the Three Kingdoms entered Meereen, and the Good Lords began to recruit Valyrian men."
"As soon as he heard that there was a dragon, the new Dragon King signed up to participate and was taken seriously."
boom--
Damon took the helmet, hit the sloppy man on the head, and said coldly: "Tell me some useful news, don't challenge my patience."
"I said! I said!"
The slovenly man's head was covered with blood, and he couldn't understand clearly: "The new Dragon King has promised that as long as the good Lord finds a dragon for him, he will be able to ride on the dragon and become a dragon controller."
"The good ones believed in him and invited wizards from Asshai to perform divination."
"Although I don't know the result, the good people who went out to find the dragon must have something to do with the new Dragon King."
I said a lot in one breath and was out of breath.
The slovenly man was hollowed out. The severe pain was like a spear being stabbed into his brain, and he fainted from fear.
Seeing this, Damon looked at him coldly and said calmly: "It's useless."
"The information he said is of some use."
Rhaegar crossed his arms and looked calm.
"Well, I know some information."
In the corner, a thin man with curly brown hair raised his hand.
Helena combed her hair and glanced lightly.
Lanner looked directly at the other party and said quickly: "Don't be afraid, tell the information you know, and no one will hurt you."
"Thanks."
The thin man was grateful for the victory and said timidly: "When I was sent to the ship, I was a slave of the Great Pyramid."
"While I was cleaning the toilet, I heard the good people at the Great Pyramid talking."
"Say...say..."
"What did you say?" Rega cheered up and asked.
"They say, collect maps of the Land of Long Summer."
The thin man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat was moist and thirsty, and he said tremblingly: "It seems to be the suggestion of the new Dragon King. There is a treasure left by their family in the Land of Changxia."
"Where is the specific location?"
Rhaegar was greatly interested and lowered his arms.
The thin man glanced longingly at the red wine on the table and forced out a flattering sneer.
"Drink."
Lanner had a soft heart, so she filled Damon's half-drunk glass and handed it to him.
"Thank you so much."
The thin man thanked him repeatedly, and drank heavily while holding the wine glass.
The wine flowed down his chin and was wiped away by his palms. He put it to his mouth and licked the aroma of the wine.
Damon glanced sideways, his expression terrifyingly cold.
Did you get his consent when you voluntarily claimed to take his wine glass?
Lanner didn't even look at him and said softly: "Keep talking."
"Yes, kind lady."
The thin man was extremely satisfied and said in detail: "I don't know the exact location, but it seems to be closer to Cedar Island, and the Sea of Smoke is very dangerous. The good masters only dare to let the slaves die."
"I guess the location of the treasure must be more dangerous, and even the slave soldiers in the fleet don't know about it."
Hearing this, Lei Jia and the other four looked at each other in shock.
The message is useful, very useful.
Unfortunately, there is no specific location, leaving anxious people scratching their heads.
Rhaegar winked and said, "You all get out."
The thin man immediately got up, and together with others, dragged the sloppy man away.
Soon, everyone inside and outside the camp was cleared.
Rhaegar mused: "Fitznik is a dragon king family known for its fertility, and is very keen on leaving a leg up for future generations."
The Dragon King Ruins in Myr is one of them.
Therefore, the information about the thin man is probably true.
In the Land of Long Summer, there is truly a treasure of the Fitznik clan.
Helena smoothed her hair and said softly: "Without a specific location, it's still a waste of effort."
“But it’s valuable!”
Damon leaned back in his chair and said with deep eyes: "The treasure of a Dragon King family is of immeasurable value."
"We don't know the location."
Ranal shot back.
"Then go and find him. The Good Lord of Meereen and the Bastard Dragon King must be clear about it." Damon thought clearly.
Rhaegar thought over and over and analyzed: "These fleets are rushing to find young dragons, which proves that in their eyes, the value of young dragons exceeds the treasure."
It turns out that the treasure is not easy to find.
Moreover, the new Dragon King dares to say that he will be able to ride on the dragon's back, and he may have the legacy of his ancestors.
For example, binding spells and the like.
Daemon was silent, wondering how to unearth where the treasure was hidden.
In the end, Rhaegar made the final decision: "The Yanhai blockade has been broken, our mission has been completed, and we should not waste any more time."
"Go back?"
Helena's eyes lit up and she was eager to try.
"Yes!" Rhaegar nodded: "Instead of staying here, it is better to return to Westeros and rest for a while."
During this period of time, both humans and dragons had difficulty eating and chasing, and continued to work at high intensity.
The fleet was delayed and the effort was in vain.
Daemon thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "That's fine, wait until the fleet gathers, first Volantis, and then threaten Slaver's Bay."
Rhaegar didn't answer, just nodded at Damon and Lanner, and took Helena back to the camp.
The possibility of the new dragon king and dragon species to tame the dragon is eliminated, eliminating a major worry.
What remains is to completely eradicate the new Dragon King.
Otherwise, I will always feel uneasy.
…
Seven days later.
Lys, Tower.
Four giant dragons landed one after another and entered the roofless dragon cave.
Rhaegar slid down the dragon's back and asked Daemon, "Aren't you going to stay to rest?"
Damon walked up to Colakxiu, rubbed the scarlet dragon's kiss with his hands, and said calmly: "No, after feeding Colakxiu the sheep, I will return to Tyrosh."
"Roaring..."
Korakxiu's snake-like long neck leaned forward, and the dragon's head looked at Vhagar's back as he entered the dragon's pit.
Soon, the Huanlong people drove a group of sheep to feed several hungry dragons.
When Corakxiu had eaten and drank enough, Daemon climbed onto the dragon's back.
Lanner held her left arm with one hand and looked at her silent husband quietly.
Damon couldn't stand the reproachful look in his eyes and turned around to drive away.
"Damon!"
Suddenly, Lanner called out his name after much hesitation.
Damon turned back and looked at her condescendingly.
For an instant, the couple looked at each other.
Lanner saw a hint of indifference and a hint of boredom.
Suddenly, I wanted to speak but I suppressed it.
"..."
After a few seconds, Damon regained his cool expression and gave the order: "Fly, Corakxiu!"
"Hiss... Ga..."
Korak Xiu obeyed the order, his body was winding and undulating like a snake, and his two broad fleshy wings flapped and took off.
Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.
Rhaegar watched the whole process, feeling extremely complicated and not knowing how to speak.
Compared to Damon, he is not much better.
Nothing more than that, as a sister and wife, Rhaenyra was more tolerant of him.
The two of them got pregnant early and had an heir, so there was no need to argue about inheritance rights.
Heirs are always a hurdle that "rights" cannot overcome.
"Let's go, Lanner."
Helena was considerate, took the arm of the silent Lanner, and dragged the other party's heavy footsteps back to the tower.
Rhaegar followed closely.
…
Tower.
At this moment, someone arrived at the port earlier than them and was received by the queen and the parliamentarians.
The parliament hall.
Rhaenyra wore a black off-shoulder dress with a hollow dragon-shaped ornament made of gold and silver threads.
A person sat in the main seat with one leg crossed.
She looked at the people below with a faint look, showing the queen's noble and cold demeanor.
In front of the conference table.
A foreign man in brown clothes, black hair and olive skin, with a shrewd look in his eyes.
Boldly, he stood there with his eyes slanted.
On his thin chest, he wore a badge of a harpy.
At a glance, he was a merchant from Slaver's Bay.
