Chapter 542: The Poison That Kills the Dragon King
crackle~~
Sparks crackled, and the bottom of the dragon egg burned red.
Almos closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he smelled the scent of a dragon.
"Stop your mind, Master."
The black-robed wizard lowered his head to prepare the potion, his deep voice revealing his dark red mask.
Almos was in a daze for a moment, smiling intoxicatedly: "There is always a chance, isn't there?"
"Who can tell for sure." The black-robed wizard prepared a blood-colored potion, and said with dark eyes under the dark red mask: "Everything in the world is impermanent, just like the tide."
"I started my business by selling female slaves, and I believe in serving people."
Almos approached with his scepter in hand, looking at everything in the room with burning eyes.
Zi La La...
The black-robed wizard was as calm as water, pouring the potion on a gray-scale dragon egg.
When the blood-red liquid touched the hot dragon egg, it immediately triggered a cloud of pungent sulfur-smelling mist.
"what's the effect?"
Almos was immediately attracted and stared straight at him.
The black-robed wizard whispered: "The dragon's blood potion is just like you recruiting me from Yaxia. It has no effect except for being a gimmick."
As he spoke, he stretched out his pale and skinny fingers and touched the gray scale dragon egg soaked in potion.
Boom! Boom!
Knuckles rapped, making a muffled sound like stone.
"It's still useless."
The black-robed wizard seemed to be used to it. He turned around and flipped through a yellowed ancient book, and said with a mixture of obsession and resentment: "Blood sacrifice witchcraft, a kind of blood witchcraft that deprives life force, why is it incomplete."
This blood wizard came from the distant land of Changxia, but it was destroyed in advance.
If the blood wizards are complete, it will set off a new wave in the wizarding world.
"It's no use?"
Almos was so anxious that he couldn't help but want to touch the dragon egg with his palm, but he took it back when he felt the heat.
Suddenly, he smelled a hint of fishy and sweet smell, and asked in surprise: "What is the main ingredient of the dragon's blood potion?"
The black-robed wizard didn't even raise his head, and said annoyedly: "It's obvious."
"Fitznick's blood?" Almos carefully probed.
The black-robed wizard paused while flipping through the pages of the book and sneered: "Is he worthy?"
Hearing this, Almos's eyes widened and he burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm: "Is the legend true? Dragons come from the land of shadows?"
There are many strange legends about dragons.
The Dothraki believed that there were originally two moons in the sky.
One of them was too close to the sun, and countless dragons were born after the explosion.
According to mainstream legend, dragons were born in the Fourteen Fire Peaks of ancient Valyria.
It is precisely because of this that they were discovered, tamed and cultivated by the herdsmen of ancient Valyria.
Faced with the pointed question, the black-robed wizard seemed very calm and said calmly: "Everything in the world is impermanent."
"it is true?"
Almos was so excited and worried about how to deal with the dragon on the Iron Throne that he urged loudly: "Quiz, tell me, tell your master."
When the black-robed wizard heard this, his dark eyes flashed under the dark red mask, and he said half-truthfully and half-falsely: "Who said there is only one place in the world where dragons exist? It's just that humans are too weak to set foot there."
"Where?"
Almos's eyes lit up.
The black-robed wizard turned his head and continued to prepare a blue potion: "The King of Light told me that there are three semi-real dragons in the Yanhai. You can try it."
"What?"
Almos was stunned and secretly thought that there was more than just one young dragon in Yanhai.
Zhila!
Half a tube of hot scarlet blood was poured in, the potion turned from blue to transparent, and there seemed to be a shrill dragon roar in the dark.
Almos was confused as to what this was.
"The dead."
The black-robed wizard seemed to be able to spy on people's thoughts. He raised the potion and looked at it carefully, and murmured: "An ancient poison made using Fitznick's blood as a guide."
Homophonic, weeping for the dead.
Almos couldn't help but take the potion and asked curiously: "The blood of the Dragon King is used as a primer. What does it do?"
"Kill the Dragon King."
The black-robed wizard bent down and rummaged through the items and said seriously: "There is the blood of fire dragon worms in it. If the dragon king drinks it, he will be parasitic and the body's water will dry up and die."
After speaking, he took out a wooden box and said, "You cannot deal with the Dragon King on a frontal battlefield."
Almos opened the wooden box and found three potions neatly placed inside.
"take it!"
The black-robed wizard lowered his head to study, and his voice was bewitching: "Find a way to let the king on the Iron Throne take it without anyone noticing."
quite a while,
Almos walked out of the room holding the wooden box, and passed by the bedroom where the sound of Mi Mi was echoing in a daze.
…
Storm's End.
The patter...
Heavy rain poured down, soaking the towering ancient castle.
Kassandra's face was expressionless, standing in front of the window and overlooking the long queue of carriages carrying goods in the front yard.
Crack!
A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating a second face in the dim room.
"The treasury is half empty, and we will all have to live austerely."
Stephen Clinton, the bodyguard and lover, looked gloomy and expressed great dissatisfaction.
These belongings were supposed to be his and Cassandra's.
Just because of Emond's one-eyed words, half of his property was lost in vain.
Cassandra sighed quietly and asked, "Did the things I asked you to do have any results?"
Stephen was startled when he heard this, and said stumblingly: "I hired a witch from Pantos and put a curse on him."
"Curse." Cassandra slowly turned back and said displeasedly: "Do you think it's effective?"
"Maybe it needs some time to settle."
Stephen avoided looking, making excuses for his incompetence.
Cassandra shook her head and said helplessly: "I shouldn't trust you."
Striding out, leaving the embarrassed Stephen behind.
…
"elder sister."
Outside the door, Malice had been waiting for a long time, bowing her head in greeting respectfully.
Cassandra glanced sideways and asked, "How much money is left in the vault?"
Malice answered fluently: "The weather has been long and summery in recent years. Storm's End Castle's finances are very good, and there are still 30,000 gold dragon coins left."
Cassandra nodded. He warned: "Aemond will send another letter asking for money and hand it over directly to the Royal Council in King's Landing."
Her friends in Lys brought word that Aemond had been banished by the king.
As her fiancé asked for a sum of money, Cassandra gritted her teeth and gave it.
But if you want to take more, the Baratheon family cannot afford it.
"I will, sister."
Like a good housekeeper, Malice took note of her master's requests one by one.
Cassandra was in a bad mood and wanted to go back to her room.
Just after taking two steps, Leng Buding remembered something important.
In Malice's confused eyes, Cassandra tilted her head and said: "We are four sisters, Elaine and I are already engaged, Floris..."
After a pause, it’s okay not to mention it.
Malice's expression changed slightly and she whispered, "Has anyone asked you to marry me?"
Cassandra smiled slightly and said matter-of-factly: "There are two good options. My father once promised the Minister of Justice, Jaspi, to marry a daughter to his son."
"However, his son got married a year ago, but he himself has been widowed for several years."
Malice's eyes twitched slightly and she hesitated to speak.
Jaspie was in his late forties, fat and bald.
Moreover, this person's nickname is "Iron Rod".
This title is not to praise his strict law enforcement, but to praise him for killing several wives, and there are rumors that he has an iron rod under his crotch to torture women.
"He is not a good choice, and my mother advised me to refuse the promise appropriately."
Cassandra whispered.
Malice was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, Cassandra stretched out her hand to touch her second sister's not-so-pretty face, and said with a smile: "You are very lucky. Earl Rowan of the Reach also proposed to you, the lady of the First Realm Guardian."
After that, he left briskly.
Malice's face was stiff, and her eyes showed a look of unhappiness.
Earl Thaddeus Rowan, noble guardian of the Reach.
But he is a fat old man over fifty years old who has killed two wives and has many children.
An old man of this age would have his feet half buried in the soil at any time.
His late father, Duke Boros, is still alive and he calls Count Rowan uncle.
The patter...
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, like pouring water.
Malice calmed down for a long time and silently walked down the attic.
If she remembered correctly, the castle recruited a new group of maids yesterday.
"My dear sister, I love you so much."
Malice murmured to herself, as if feeling the air was damp and cold, she hugged herself with her arms.
…
Across the Narrow Sea, Lys.
Sailors were busy in the port, carrying various supplies onto the ship.
On the blue sea.
Several fleets set sail, flying flags such as the Roaring Lion, the Burning Tower, the Purple Grape, and more.
The delay of half a month was spent on gathering the army.
Prepare for the conquest of Slaver's Bay.
Roofless Dragon Cave.
The Huanlong people were very energetic and spread out on both sides holding bamboo sticks.
Boom——
The glutton has deep green eyes, and the ferocious dragon head sticks out of the pit, crawling out slowly.
Every time I move, the heat of the smell of ash surges.
Through a layer of woolen clothes, the skin of the Huanlong people felt stinging, as if they were being roasted by flames.
"Get down, glutton."
Rhaegar walked straight over, wearing loose black robes.
"His Majesty,"
The Huanlong people quickly bowed their heads.
Rhaegar waved his hand and asked, "Where is Mekar?"
The old dragon man walked out and guided: "The princes and princesses are playing behind the dragon's lair."
"Very well, please step back."
Rhaegar looked hasty and told the glutton to wait where he was.
…
At this time, the dragon cubs, who regarded the dragon's cave as a playground, gathered together as usual.
When Rhaegar arrived, the dragon cubs were scheming.
Lyanna huffed and sat on the floor with her legs spread apart.
Belron said all his good words while holding a wilting bronze baby dragon in his arms.
A few meters away, Aemon crossed his arms and stared at his brother who was not playing with him.
Benila and Rhaena held hands and stood behind Aemon.
There was only one little Meka, squatting in the corner with Slax as usual, amusing himself.
"Meka!"
Rhaegar spoke and waved to his youngest son.
Meka turned around after hearing the sound and said in surprise: "Father!"
He quickly stood up and ran over.
"Little guy, I'm a little fatter."
Picking up the young son who was returning home like a swallow, Rhaegar smiled and asked, "Do you dare to take you to Volantis to find Aunt Rhaenys?"
"Really?"
Meka's blue eyes widened, and she nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I want to go."
He had long heard that his father was the emperor of Volantis, and he had conquered the rebellious Volantis by himself.
If you can go out for a walk, of course you should go.
Rhaegar pinched his cheek and reminded: "Volantis is still a bit dangerous, so I allow you to bring your own dragon."
Volantis is remote and in need of a ruler.
Just as the second son Aemon will inherit Lys in the future, Mekar should also become familiar with his fiefdom early.
"Father, where are you going?"
Bellon ran over upon hearing the sound, his eyes full of hope.
