Chapter 594 Dragon Soul Guidance
The next day, the sun rose.
The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone, and the snow at the foot of the snow-capped peaks sparkled.
Rhaegar lay in the ruins, sheltered from the wind and rain by the tall dragon skull.
Not far away, several dragon skulls had been chopped off and tied with ropes waiting to be transported.
The sailors got up early and picked up firewood to make a fire on the spot.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the dragon skull glowed with a flash of light, and merged into a ball silently.
A voice sounded, waking up the dozing Rhaegar.
"This exploration is over, please pick up the lost treasure."
Rhaegar raised his eyelids slightly, and the system panel appeared.
[Dragon Remains]
Exploration progress: 100%
"A night has passed, so fast!"
Rhaegar rubbed his cheeks, looking around with his eyes.
A watermelon-sized red halo floated on the closed jaw of the giant dragon skull.
Rhaegar raised the corners of his mouth, and reached out to touch it slowly.
Bo~
The bubble-like halo exploded, turning into a small group of bright light spots, and all of them drilled into the palm of my hand.
"The relic was picked up successfully, testing..."
"Testing successfully, it was determined to be a legendary relic, the wish of the dragon soul."
The prompt sound popped up one after another, and a dragon tooth named "Dragon Soul Wish" appeared in my mind.
"Legendary level, what an unexpected surprise."
Rega muttered softly, and his heart surged.
With a thought, the dragon tooth appeared in his hand.
This dragon tooth was pitch black, shining in the sun, and was only one foot long.
"A dragon tooth, look at the trigger conditions."
Rega was full of hope and checked the changes in the small words on the system panel.
"The souls of the dead are wandering, the dragon's vision, fulfill the wish, and repay it."
"Wish and reward?"
Rega's mind flashed.
To this day, no one has collected the dragon bones in the ruins.
He cut off the dragon skull yesterday and wanted to bury it underground.
This triggered the explorer mission.
"Then, the activation condition of the relic is the funeral of the dragon skeleton."
Rhaegar held the small dragon skull tied to his waist, and felt more responsible.
Equivalent exchange, this is fair.
Besides, he is willing to help these dragons who died in vain.
Just after walking out of the dragon skull where he was hiding, the sea snake came forward with a piece of barbecue: "Your Majesty, the site has little harvest, do you want to move?"
"Of course."
Rhaegar's eyes were firm, looking at the misty Fire Peak: "The grassland is too vast, let's go to the Fire Peak to explore first."
By the way, send the dragon skeleton back to its nest before death.
The sea snake didn't know the plot, just thought the king wanted to go to the Fire Peak, and said seriously: "I will send sailors to search around and find more ruins."
...
At noon.
A row of convoys drove on the grassland at the foot of the snow peak, and the wheels sank into the soft soil from time to time.
Squeak...
The sailors pushed hard, and the makeshift car board made a whine.
Several giant dragon skulls, from large to small, were placed on the body of the car.
"I'll help."
Rhaegar rolled up his sleeves and pushed the car with all his strength.
"Hiss!..."
A black dragon shadow streaked across the sky, and its red wing membranes were like a pair of cattail leaves.
Rhaegar looked over when he heard the sound.
Ilagas didn't fly very high, and made sharp hisses from time to time.
Not long after, it disappeared in the endless sea of grass.
"Ilagas, what happened?"
Rhaegar frowned slightly.
When the young dragon flew over his head, he saw a blood mark on his scale-covered abdomen.
There was also a body size that had just entered sub-adulthood, and it seemed to have grown a lot compared to when it entered the land of long summer.
Plop——
Without noticing for a moment, the frame of the car was pushed out of the pit.
The sea snake panted and wiped the sweat: "Your Majesty, it's almost the peak of fire."
Rhaegar said "hmm", and keenly realized that Ilagas was coming out of the peak of fire.
Looking into the distance, the grass under his feet bordered a barren land surrounded by fog.
Rhaegar had seen it once in Daenys's dream.
At the foot of the Fourteen Fire Peaks.
...
Across the Narrow Sea.
Dorne, Vance River Basin.
"Dragon!!"
"Run away..."
"..."
The black-haired and brown-skinned Dornishmen fled in panic, running out of the castles and villages where they lived.
Under the engulfing of the brown mud dragon flames, several poorly equipped armies died tragically, turning into burnt and smelly remains.
Overnight.
The rebuilt Vance City, God's Grace City, and the coastal city of Tor were once again reduced to a sea of fire.
Wailing and despair filled the hot summer.
...
King's Landing.
"Hiss!"
The ugly mud dragon flew over the city, flapping its wings and making excited hisses.
As if deliberately disturbing the people who were having fun in Silk Street and Flea Bottom.
After circling twice, it finally landed in the backyard of the magnificent Red Castle.
For a while.
In the Council Hall, there was a fierce quarrel.
Alisson's eyes were wide open, and he was furious: "What did you say, you burned Dorne!?"
"That's right."
Aemond leaned on the table and said as a matter of course: "Someone passed the message to Braavos and Pentos and recruited soldiers privately, which has violated the law."
Alisson's face was unreasonable, and he shouted excitedly: "You are crazy, the dragon's wrath is still vivid, the Dornish people have just been quiet for a while, you are stimulating them to rebel!"
Under Rhaegar's high-pressure policy, Dorne was blocked by Prince's Pass, Bone Road and Greenblood River, and its economy and population plummeted.
Burning down three noble castles in one breath, isn't this forcing people to start a rebellion?
Aemond was unruly and said coldly: "If they dare to come, I will burn them all."
If you dare to cooperate with the enemy today, you will dare to rebel tomorrow.
There are killings on both sides, so it would be better to do it sooner rather than later.
"Seven Hells!"
Allison almost collapsed and said frantically: "Are you crazy?"
The fleets of Braavos and Pentos have not yet launched their attack, and the war is still in its preliminary stages.
If Aemond dared to ride the dragon to burn Dorne, he had to get out of the lair first.
What does this make the nobles of the kingdom, large and small, and the loyal nobles of Dorne think?
"It's burned, and it's too late to regret."
Aemond picked up the wine cup and took a sip, rebellion emanating from his body.
He only obeyed his eldest brother's orders to rule over the safety of Dorne, the Stepstones, and even the Narrow Sea.
Dornishmen who dare to collaborate with the enemy should be punished.
"What are you kidding about? This kingdom is not yours!"
Allison covered his forehead and advised earnestly: "If you do this, it will only cause a bigger counterattack."
Aemond curled his lips and acted as if nothing happened.
He lost an eye in Dorne, who will bear his counterattack?
Allison knew that his advice was useless, so he quickly looked at his daughter who was handling the memorial, and said quickly: "Helena, in the tone of a king, write a letter of reconciliation and send it to Prince Quill of Dorne."
It is hoped that the young Prince of Dorne will play a role in calming the subjects in Dorne.
"Counting on a brat."
Aemond clicked his tongue in surprise.
Since the surrender of Dorne, power has been in the hands of Morse Manwudi of King's Tomb City.
Prince Quill, who is under ten years old, is just a puppet manipulated by the other party.
"What else can be done?"
Alison was furious and asked: "Wait until the Dornishmen rebel, and Rhaegar will come back and chop off your head in a rage!"
Emond looked cold and said bluntly: "He would be more willing to kill your head."
"Eamond!!"
Allison was frightened and angry, and was about to curse.
"Wait a minute."
The quarrel was getting serious, but Helena put down her quill and timidly raised her hand to interrupt.
Allison and Emond stopped talking at the same time and stared at her.
I think the acting princess can say something insightful.
"that……"
Helena reached out and pointed at the wine cup in Aemond's hand, and said hesitantly: "This is my wine, you pay for it."
…
at the same time.
An emergency meeting was also taking place in Reese's tower.
Bang--
Rhaenyra slammed the wine cup down and said angrily: "Aemond burned Dorne, and the Dornish nobles sent me letters of reprimand!"
The densely packed envelopes were filled with all kinds of obscenities.
I just wanted to tear her apart from the letter and eat it.
"There's nothing we can do, we can't control his dragon."
Mesalia held her swollen belly, her tone full of helplessness.
If a dragon master wants to do something shocking, who can stop him?
"We have to give an explanation, understand!"
Rhaenyra's almond-shaped eyes widened and she said clearly: "Dorn will rebel and become the old enemies of the Free Trade City."
Rhaegar once said.
Since Dorn has surrendered, he should be treated with kindness.
If possible, it is normal to persuade nobles from all realms to marry Dorne.
Burning the Vance Valley with fire will only inspire the Dornish people's hatred of the "dragon's wrath".
"With all due respect, Your Majesty."
Messalia looked tired in her eyes and whispered: "Instead of arguing, it is better to send a letter to Sunspear City quickly and order Prince Quill and Lord Morse to appease them."
Rhaenyla's face froze, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay, let's do it!"
"Your Majesty, allow me to interrupt."
Varys put his hands in his pockets, looking embarrassed.
Rhaenyra asked in confusion: "What's wrong, my tower steward?"
"It's a big matter, you should make a decision."
Varys sighed and took out a piece of letter paper from his sleeve: "Early yesterday morning, Lord Morse was killed in a brothel in Slat Town. The murderers were a group of children who called themselves the Green Blood River Orphans."
"What?"
Rhaenyra was shocked and quickly grabbed the letter.
Its content records the assassination in detail.
There was only a day and night difference between the burning of the dragon flames and the murder of Mors, and the news of the reappearance of the dragon's wrath spread throughout Sunspear.
Morse accidentally encountered the assassination of a group of orphans who had lost their families' protection during the war.
He was stabbed dozens of times and his head was smashed.
"Who runs Sunspear now?"
Rhaenyra's breath hitched, her heart pounding.
Morse was the spokesperson of the royal family, and his death may well herald the complete loss of control in Dorne.
Varys touched his bald head covered with tattoos and speculated: "It seems to be the young Prince Quill. He organized his own guards and ordered the army to blockade Sunspear City."
"Huh, that's okay."
Rhaenyra breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as Sunspear holds on, the garrison at Planktown can control eastern Dorne.
Combining Prince's Pass and Bone Road to the north, the rebellion will not have much impact.
"Your Majesty, the matter has not been resolved yet."
Messalia frowned deeply and suggested: "There must be someone to assist Prince Quill to prevent his young mind from being misled."
Rhaenyra thought it was reasonable and asked cautiously: "Who is qualified?"
"Of course they are Dornish nobles who are loyal to the royal family."
Messaria clicked to the end and looked at the white knight standing guard at the door.
Rhaenyra thought for a moment and thought of a new guard who helped the commander of the Kingsguard, Erik, guard the Red Keep in King's Landing.
Ser Berris Dayne of Starfall, the modern Sword of the Dawn.
"Let him go. Ser Berris has always been a loyal minister of the royal family."
Rhaenyra took a deep breath and made a decisive decision.
The loyalty of a Kingsguard is unquestionable, and he comes from a great noble family in Dorne.
There is no more suitable candidate.
Messaria nodded, pleased with the queen's judgment.
Rhaenyra changed the subject and said coldly: "Send the letter back to King's Landing by raven, and write another one to condemn Aemond's evil deeds. He must pay the price for his actions."
Burning Dorne without permission.
At this tense moment, it can be regarded as a fuse that ignites war.
Messaria hesitated slightly: "Your Majesty, you should know Aemond's temper."
He will not listen, but will only fight back and ridicule.
"Go do it!"
Rhaenyra's voice rose, her anger was about to overflow from her eyes.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Messaria did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly got up and went out.
Varys saw this and left silently as well.
Suddenly, there was only one person left in the hall.
Rhaenyra slowly closed her eyes, leaned back against the back of the chair, and said painfully: "It's a tormenting disaster."
Without Rhaegar, everything was so tiring.
There were obstacles everywhere, and she was forced to give in step by step.
...
The scene changed.
The land of long summer, at the foot of the fire peak.
"Hiss...Gah..."
Shrouded by thick fog, Rhaegar led the team to step onto the barren land, and heard sharp roars echoing from a long distance.
"It's Daemon's dragon."
The sea serpent said vigilantly.
Rhaegar waved his hand and said: "It's okay, I don't hear any danger."
The sailors behind him pushed the wheels, and climbing up the high slope became more and more difficult.
Looking around, the vision was blocked by fog.
Fortunately, after searching for a while, they found the entrances to two underground mines.
Rhaegar spotted a large mine and said with a smile, "This is it."
The sailors gathered their strength and pushed the frame into the mine.
"I'll go to the other side, let's act separately."
Rhaegar patted the sea snake on the shoulder and walked into another mine alone.
"Your Majesty."
The sea snake was stunned for a moment and didn't have time to stop him.
He had no choice but to order the sailors to bury the dragon skull a little and abandon it together with the frame.
...
On the other side, Rhaegar fell into the mine tunnel along the landslide.
Crack——
A bone was broken, stirring up dust.
"Cough cough..."
Rhaegar coughed and covered his mouth and nose to look around.
The tunnel was deep and long, and you couldn't see your fingers when you stretched out your hand.
Stumble!
Pulling out the true fire from his waist, the black sword burned with flames.
Rhaegar kicked away the dry bones on the ground with the help of the firelight.
After a while, they came to a wide corner.
There were no dead bones on the ground, and there were faint spots of light from crystal ore.
"Let's go here."
Rega carefully observed it and dug a deep pit with his sword.
Immediately, he buried the small dragon skull tied to his waist.
After doing everything, Rega inserted the true fire into the ground, closed his eyes and waited quietly.
That was the last moment of the dragon skull, which should be able to activate the relic.
"Hiss--"
As expected, a series of dragon roars suddenly broke into the ears.
"Congratulations, the wish of the dragon soul has been activated, and you have obtained..."
[Dragon Soul Guidance]
Level: Legend (Red)
Function: Complete a direction guidance (based on the memory of the dragon before his death)
Evaluation: "The dragon soul contains the wisdom that is fading day by day, telling unusual secrets."
Dragon fangs appeared out of thin air, and pale lines appeared on the dark surface.
Not long after, five dragon-shaped patterns of different sizes and shapes were outlined.
Without waiting for Rega's reaction, he pounced back into his palm, trembling slightly as if he was thirsty.
"Guide the direction, in the sea of smoke?"
Rega whispered softly, and his mind was instantly opened.
Among the dragon skeletons, the largest one was already larger than the slender Korakshu.
It was roughly estimated that the age would not be less than sixty years old.
A sixty-year-old dragon, the changes in time it has experienced are a deep treasure.
Moreover, he has the guidance of five dragons.
