Chapter 554: Dragon's Horn Notes
Chapter 554 The Notes of the Dragon's Horn
Rhaegar quickly held his breath as the hot torrent washed over his body.
"Roar…"
The black dragon's eyes were erect, staring at him like a small insect.
Rhaegar was frightened, and his own temperature was getting higher and higher, as if he was about to cook himself.
The black dragon is not huge, but very young.
According to Rega, his body size is only comparable to that of Yang Yan, and he is still a dragon that has just entered adulthood.
But I don’t know why, but the impact it brought was stronger than ever.
It felt like meeting a glutton for the first time.
"Stop, Balerion!"
Denise rolled on the grass and made a hasty noise.
Rhaegar's heart seemed to skip a beat when he heard this.
When I saw the appearance of the black dragon, I already made some guesses.
Due to the hordes of ancient Valyrian dragons, I always had a trace of doubt.
When Denise called out the black dragon's name, her idea was confirmed.
"Black Death is right in front of you."
Lei Jia's brain buzzed, and he raised his eyes dizzily to look at him.
"Roar…"
The black dragon turned its head sideways and stared at the human cub, a flash of suspicion flashing across its vertical pupils.
He stretched his neck and twitched his nose, trying to distinguish the smell.
"Balerion."
Rega's heart was beating wildly, and he breathed out when he spoke, and asked emotionally: "Are you okay?"
In his mind, Balerion had always lived in people's mouths.
This legendary dragon, even after many years of death, still gave him a lot of help.
“Hmph hum…”
The black dragon had an arrogant temperament. He raised his head in confusion and punched his nose hard.
Rhaegar was below, sprayed with fishy smell.
The black dragon had deep eyes, turned around silently, and lay lazily on the grass.
Wants nothing to do with human pups.
"Gaimon, follow me."
Denise struggled to get up and couldn't help but drag her brother back.
Rhaegar's head was dizzy and his body was steaming like a steamer.
Hot, too hot.
Denise didn't realize it, even though the little hand in her palm was like a piece of hot coal, which was not at all normal.
Rhaegar's eyes lost focus and he felt a high fever in his body.
It had been a long time since he had felt the concept of "heat".
"what happened."
Rhaegar muttered under his breath, realizing something was wrong.
Tend to the longing in my heart, I turned back curiously.
The black dragon was lying on the ground, its dragon's kiss gently licking its wings, its long and thick tail swaying back and forth.
Tick tock~
As the dragon's tail swung, a five-foot-long scratch on its belly was revealed, and the dragon's blood dripped and burned the green grass.
"he got hurt."
Rhaegar was dazed, and his consciousness gradually became chaotic.
"Cuckoo."
The sound of toads was heard in my ears, and I slowly closed my eyelids.
…
"How is it going?"
"It's nothing serious, it's just that the dragon's blood was overactive due to the fright."
“…”
An empty room with murals carved on the walls of black dragon stone.
Rhaegar opened his eyes again, and a scene of Valyrian shepherds being attacked by a dragon came into view.
"you're awake."
There was a voice beside him, and small hands helped him up.
Rhaegar turned his head and saw Denise scooping up a spoonful of soup and saying to herself: "You are sick, drink some."
"No…"
Refusal was useless, the porcelain spoon was raised to his mouth.
Rega was slightly stunned, and his body stiffened uncontrollably.
Denise continued to administer the medicine and repeated without raising her head: "Drink, drink."
Rhaegar wanted to refuse, but his body was drinking the medicine honestly.
"what's the situation?"
His body was numb, and only his eyeballs could glance around.
Rhaegar was confused, feeling strangely affected by his body.
"Cuckoo."
The toad chirped in silence and jumped to the pillow.
Rega was in a daze for a moment, and some memories in his mind seemed to be triggered. He asked alertly: "Did you bring me here?"
"Cuckoo."
The toad stared with a pair of dead fish eyes and screamed lifelessly.
That look makes one question his intelligence.
"Who are you, a puppet created by the Asshai wizard?"
Rega frowned and then asked: "Where is this?"
"This is home."
Denise responded, put away the medicine bowl and stood up silently.
Until then, Rhaegar found that his body could move.
boom-
The door was closed, and there was only one person and a toad left in the room.
Rhaegar beat up the carp, grabbed the toad, and asked: "Where is this?"
"Cuckoo."
The toad was almost crushed and still motionless.
"Seven Hells!"
Rhaegar slapped his forehead and looked up to the sky and sighed: "A toad cannot communicate."
It was clear to him that he was in trouble.
Get off the boat and explore along the dragon stone murals.
"Huh?"
Rhaegar was slightly surprised, not feeling the cool or warm touch.
In fact, I can't even feel any touch.
Rhaegar's eyes flickered, and he put a finger to his lips.
Click!
The fingertips were bitten, and a trace of blood flowed.
Rhaegar blinked, but he didn't feel any pain.
"This is not the real world."
In an instant, there was a definition in my mind.
Rega rubbed his face hard, but there was still no feeling, and he laughed dumbly: "Fake, it's all fake."
He remembered.
The Asshai wizards attacked him, but were killed first.
But the other party placed some kind of curse on him before he died.
Rega tried hard to remember and wondered: "Nightmare, is this a dream?"
A dream that transcends time and space and goes back to the past.
This happened once.
When Lanner was having a difficult childbirth, he accidentally entered a dream that did not belong to him and witnessed his mother's death in childbirth.
"But this is not a nightmare."
Rega looked at his child's body and asked in confusion: "Did the death of the caster affect the curse?"
If he is the caster of the spell, he will plunge people into endless nightmare torture. But Rhaegar himself was not afraid of nightmares.
He has long been used to it and has the ability to mess up dreams.
Unable to figure it out, bring up the Explorer panel.
【Rhaegar Targaryen】
Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragonborn (+59%)
Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue)
Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Mirror Flower, Water Moon...
Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...
Comment: "You're aware of your situation, right?"
"The bloodline has grown."
Rhaegar looked at the "bloodline" column, and a "+" appeared before the number.
That means the bloodline is slowly being refined, waiting for the numbers to jump.
Rega pondered for a moment and immediately thought of the situation he encountered before he fell into coma.
When he encountered the injured Balerion, his body became uncharacteristically hot.
"Is this really a dream?"
Rega pinched the tender flesh on his arm and said in confusion: "I had a sense of touch before, why did I lose it?"
It was the clarity of his five senses that made him get lost in his dream.
After being knocked unconscious once, a loophole appeared.
"Cuckoo."
The toad chirped, a pair of mung bean eyes as hollow as death.
Rhaegar looked at the culprit repeatedly, his eyes fell on the relics column on the panel, and he muttered: "Dream Vision, is it effective?"
Dare to think and do, and trigger the ability of dream vision.
Buzz —
There was a loud ringing in my ears, as if a hammer had hit my head.
Rhaegar rolled his eyes and fell limply backwards.
Plop—
He fell back on the bed and fell at the toad's feet.
"Guga."
The toad called softly, very calmly.
…
"Well…"
I don’t know how long it took, but the dizziness returned to my brain.
"Gaimon, don't lean on the table."
There was a mess in my ears, and there was a faint sound of instruction.
Rhaegar raised his head and opened his mouth to respond.
“Ho ho…”
The gas passes through the vocal tract and the exit becomes a hoarse scream.
Rhaegar woke up instantly and covered his mouth with his hands.
The teeth bite the base of the tongue, but there is still no pain.
Rhaegar's heart tightened and he tried to make a sound.
When the words reached his lips, they turned into hoarse screams again.
"I'm mute."
Rhaegar's eyes widened and he cried in his heart.
"Gaimon, sit upright."
Denise's face was haggard, and she took away her brother's hand covering her mouth.
Rhaegar didn't resist and immediately checked his surroundings.
The sky is filled with mist, blocking a peak that reaches into the clouds.
The two siblings were at the foot of the mountain, stepping on the barren land covered with stones.
Rega kept an eye on it and turned around to observe the surrounding area.
There were people all around, wearing clothes made of linen or wool and wearing various hairstyles.
But one thing is that no matter men, women, old or weak, they are all Valyrians with silver hair and purple eyes.
At a glance, there are hundreds of people at least.
A Valyrian group of this size is rare even in Volantis.
However, Rhaegar was surprised to find that he could not see the faces of these people clearly.
It was as if a mass of mist had obscured it, and only the fair skin of the neck could be seen.
Rhaegar turned around and saw a tall man with silver hair and dark skin standing close by. He secretly cursed: "Could this man be Velaryon?"
With dark skin and white hair, this is the Valyrian race.
Suddenly, a solemn congratulation sounded in the distance:
"Two bloodlines merge into one."
"Gloomy flames, ode to shadows."
The solemn oath was recited in High Valyrian with a clear accent.
Rhaegar followed the sound and saw a man and a woman wearing ancient costumes holding a ceremony.
Both men and women wear silver-haired shawls, and their foreheads are close to each other.
A red-robed wizard stood on the rock, waving his staff and reading aloud.
"They are members of House Belerys and Orion."
Denise lowered her head and could not hear the emotional murmur: "The cousin relationship, you and I will do this in the future."
Rhaegar tilted his head and found that he could see Denise's cheek clearly.
Delicate, pale, and with a sense of weakness.
It matches the appearance described in the book.
"Want something to eat?"
Denise's eyes were calm and she took out a fresh red grape from her arms.
Rhaegar hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth to accept the feeding.
In the mouth, there is no temperature and no sweetness.
Rhaegar was startled and swallowed as if chewing wax.
This time in coma, he not only lost the ability to speak, but also lost his sense of taste and smell.
Rhaegar's eyes wandered, and he leaned closer to Denise and took a special sniff.
Without the virgin fragrance of the first contact, there is no smell.
Even among the crowd, you can't smell any strange smell.
Rega lowered his head silently, thinking to himself: "With all five senses gone, does a dream exist?"
It is to break away from the dream, or the consciousness sinks into nothingness.
Just as she was thinking about it, Denise raised her eyes and said suddenly: "Gaimon, you didn't like sweets before."
Rhaegar's heart skipped a beat and he raised his head to pretend to be innocent.
Denise avoided looking and whispered confidingly: "I was dreaming."
Rhaegar's lips moved, wanting to say that I did too.
"Tomorrow is promised in the cup, and the stars in the sky are witnesses."
"The oath travels through time, day and night."
The red-robed wizard's voice was loud and clear as he finished reciting his final congratulations.
Dong Dong Dong…
The next moment, heavy drums were beating nearby, and the drumbeats were as dense as rain.
Rega suddenly looked back and found that the crowd around him was interestingly dispersed.
"Woooooo-"
A melodious horn sounded, like lightning in the dark night, shattering all illusions and confusion.
Rega's eyes dimmed, and his body was out of control again.
"Woooooo-"
The sound of the horn continues, and if you listen carefully, the tone is complex, and it seems to be a piece of music.
"Listen carefully and don't think blindly."
Denise's eyes were empty, like a misty ghost at the moment.
(End of chapter)
