Chapter 599: Dirty Blood
The sea of smoke, the lost land.
The gloomy sky, the absurd and weird atmosphere.
The heavy rain stirred up water mist, and strange fish jumped from the sky among the broken walls.
"Hiss——"
The glutton stood in the ruins, the dark body was like a mountain, blocking the cold rain in half of the sky.
Rhaegar stood in front of the dragon, staring at the front with cold eyes.
"Dragon!!"
"It's a dragon, and a big ship..."
"..."
A group of ragged silver-haired figures huddled in the ruins, staring at the dark dragon and whispering.
In Rhaegar's sight, with the help of the dark dragon flame, he could see their appearance clearly.
They were a dozen young Valyrian men, wearing tattered armor and holding rusty swords in their hands.
But these men looked weird, even deformed.
Small scales grow on the face, purple pupils are too large or split, the spine is unnaturally curved...
Some even have buck teeth or noses that turn up, and their hands and feet are deformed.
"This is a group of... freaks."
Rhaegar's eyes were dark and his face was cold.
"Hiss--"
The glutton was drenched in the rain, extremely irritable, and strands of green fire flowed out of his dragon mouth.
"Dragon King, the foreign dragon king..."
The crowd shouted in panic, looking at the tall Rhaegar with trembling fear.
At this time, Rhaegar stood sideways, his wet silver hair stuck to his side face, showing the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family to the fullest.
Compared with this, the people in front were just a mob.
"Whose dragon king is it?"
Some people murmured timidly, quietly looking up at the mountain-like black dragon.
In a flash, the dark dragon head hung over the driver's head, the dragon's mouth opened a cruel arc, and two clusters of eerie green ghost fires looked down.
That terrifying and cunning look seemed to be staring at a delicious meal.
Snap!
Lei Jia took two steps forward, kicked away the ugly fish blocking the way, and shouted: "Who can tell me the origin of this city-state and you?"
Silence!
Deathly silent, the crowd was silent.
One by one, they lowered their silver heads and hid behind each other, wishing they could get into the cracks in the ground.
Lei Jia looked around and found no threat.
All he could see was fear and hiding his face.
They seemed not to want to be discovered by others for their deformed bodies and expose the window paper of their fragile hearts.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Korak Xiu landed on the side, stepped on half of the broken wall, and slowly lowered his snake-like dragon neck.
The sea snake led the sailors to land and surrounded the ruined city-state.
"Your Majesty."
The sea snake had a gloomy face, looking at the locals as if they were monsters.
When he set foot in the land of long summer, he imagined that there would be descendants of Valyria alive.
But after three months of wandering, not to mention the bloodline that survived the Doomsday Catastrophe, there was not even a decent beast.
Climbing onto this seemingly ruined city-state, there were actually so many...freaks.
"Be patient, Lord Corliss."
Rhaegar looked alert and took out the dragon-hunting compass to deduce.
The stone needle spun wildly, pointing to the west side of the ruined city-state, the ruins of the building opposite the cliff facing the sea.
This meant that the young blue dragon had not escaped, but was still hiding on this land.
Correspondingly, what he wanted should also exist.
Tap tap tap...
The rain gradually subsided, and a figure walked out of the ruined building behind the crowd.
Wearing a gray robe full of holes, leaning on a rattan cane, he limped when he walked.
"Guests from afar, we sincerely welcome you."
The figure lifted his hood, revealing a handsome and tough face.
"Who are you?"
Rhaegar said in a deep voice.
The man opposite had long gray hair, cloudy pupils, and a black robe that could not hide his bare limp.
He did not look like a descendant of Valyria, but rather a wizard from Qarth.
"My name is Shar, the honorable Dragon King."
The gray-haired Shar bowed slightly and clenched the cane he was holding.
"Sha'er?" Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly, and he asked, "What's your surname?"
He saw the flag of the Orion family.
The gray-haired Shar lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Honorable Dragon King, you don't need to test us, we are all descendants of the Orion Dragon King."
After a pause, a blush of excitement appeared on his stiff face: "May I ask which family you are a descendant of?"
As he spoke, his cloudy pupils looked at the dark dragon, revealing true respect.
A giant dragon, a truly adult giant dragon.
Let alone their descendants with incomplete bloodlines, even the Orion family before the Doomsday Catastrophe was an ancient creature that could be counted on two hands.
Facing the Orion descendants in front of him, Rhaegar was silent for a while, secretly holding the true fire at his waist.
However, he did not make a move, but winked at the sea snake.
The sea snake was thoughtful and suddenly understood:
"The one in front of you is Rhaegar I of the Targaryen family, the king of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and the protector of the whole realm, the conqueror of the narrow sea, the lord of Volantis, the breaker of shackles, the maker of ash, and the shepherd of dragons!"
The words were powerful and every word echoed in the rainy night.
The gray-haired Charles was stunned and subconsciously murmured: "The Targaryen family..."
Isn't that a family of dragon kings who were expelled and wandering?
Once upon a time, they were exiles ridiculed by everyone.
"Hiss—"
The glutton roared, and the dragon head slowly drooped, with green vertical pupils flashing fiercely.
Rhaegar stood in front of the black dragon and said deeply: "I am here to find a rare treasure from ancient Valyria to treat my father who is mentally damaged. Do you know anything about it?"
…
Late at night, the rain stopped.
In an abandoned, collapsed palace, two tall figures were walking.
Rhaegar stepped over the rotten masonry, his eyes suspicious: "You said this is Telia, where resurrection orchids grow?"
According to clear records in various Dragon King books, Telia is an ancient city-state.
It is one of the core city-states of ancient Valyria.
The gray-haired Ciel always remained humble and answered all questions: "As you said, Telia was destroyed long after the doomsday catastrophe, and there is no trace of its former glory."
Then, he took the initiative to mention: "You said that coming from the land of Changxia, there should be an Oros ruins on the other side of the Sea of Smoke. My ancestors went back there."
If the fleet does not choose to cross the Sea of Smoke, but instead searches for land plates in parallel.
You might encounter that ruins.
Rhaegar rolled his eyes and asked, "Is your ancestor really Dragon King Orion, the survivor who proclaimed himself the emperor of ancient Valyria in Qohor?"
"It's not self-proclaimed. The ancestors at that time were the great men who restored ancient Valyria."
The gray-haired Ciel immediately retorted.
I didn't pay attention to my steps for a moment and almost tripped over the gravel.
Rhaegar glanced at him, saying nothing.
Realizing that he was too excited, the gray-haired Charles quickly changed his words: "Of course, no one could have imagined that compatriots of Targaryen blood could take root in the Western Continent."
"Not only did they unite the First Men, the Andals, and the Rhoynar, but they also reintegrated both sides of the Narrow Sea and Volantis into the territory of ancient Valyria."
As he spoke, the envy in his eyes almost overflowed, and his steps became swaying.
Such achievement is not exactly what Orion Dragon King pursues.
Adhering to the legacy of their ancestors, Ancient Valyria was their hope to survive in this prison.
Rhaegar secretly calculated and asked: "Dragon King Orion disappeared after entering the Sea of Smoke. Why did he leave his bloodline in Telia?"
This is what concerns him.
An ancient Valyrian emperor passed down by word of mouth, a survivor of the doomsday catastrophe, and one of the few noble dragon kings who control dragons.
The story he left behind is far more valuable than a ruined city-state.
"Your Majesty, that's too far away."
The gray-haired Ciel lowered his eyes and whispered: "The ancestors wanted to return to the Free Fortress Empire, but they encountered extreme weather and monster attacks, and finally fled to Telia."
"Telia was in devastation at that time, and the fleet led by our ancestors was almost destroyed, so we could only stay here temporarily."
"But disaster strikes."
Having said this, the gray-haired Ciel slowly walked to a charred wall, lowered his head and said, "That dragon is dead."
"The dragon of King Orion?"
Rhaegar asked.
"Yes, a ferocious red dragon."
The gray-haired Ciel looked pitiful and said: "It's just like the scarlet dragon ridden by the dragon king accompanying you, but it's even stronger."
Hearing this, Lei Jia nodded slightly.
The entire fleet was destroyed, and the only dragon was wounded and died.
The Orion Dragon King completely lost the capital to restore Valyria, and even more lost the ability to get out of the sea of smoke.
No need to think too much, he must have died trapped in Telia.
"But, your bodies..."
Rega pondered for a moment and stopped talking.
"You mean our deformity."
The gray-haired Ciel was already numb and said calmly: "The Sea of Smoke is a cursed place. No matter whether we marry outsiders or follow tradition to maintain our bloodline, there will be more or less problems with the newborns born."
The entire city of Telia has a population of less than a hundred people.
Most of them are freaks with congenital deformities and stupid cripples.
Even newborns in recent years are monsters with scales and tails that die immediately after birth.
Before long, Telia will be a dead city.
Lei Jia's brows knitted into a knot, and his understanding of Yan Hai became even higher.
No wonder there are no indigenous people in the fertile land of Long Summer.
If he was lucky enough, his bloodline would probably be cut off.
"So, your merciful Majesty."
The gray-haired Ciel fell to his knees with a thud and begged: "Please, for the sake of being of the Dragon King's blood, you can bring my people out of the sea of smoke, and don't continue to fall."
Rhaegar's expression remained unchanged and he refused: "My ship cannot hold so many people."
"Your Majesty, please show mercy."
The gray-haired Ciel raised his cane and knocked on the charred wall, and said sincerely: "Guarantee the continuation of the ancient Valyrian bloodline, and you will receive the gift of friendship."
"For example?" Rhaegar tilted his head.
"The Resurrection Orchid you need is cultivated in the secret room."
Gray-haired Ciel's eyes were full of sincerity and he spoke faster: "There are also some relics left by the ancestors in it. You will definitely not be disappointed."
"Oh, and the secret room?"
Rega looked at the ordinary broken walls in the ruins with strange eyes.
Boom——
The gray-haired Ciel made a simple operation and opened a gap under the charred wall, forming an underground entrance.
"Your Majesty, as long as you enter it, you can get whatever you think of."
