Chapter 94 Above the sky, blood and fire blend

Welcoming the dragon back into this world, if there is a way of heaven in this world, then this is going against heaven.

The weather was dark and cloudy, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming.

Standing on the top floor of the towering Poseidon Tower, the howling sea breeze passed through the stone pillars and hit Clay hard on the face. At the same time, it blew his long forehead hair and let them flutter in the air.

Clay's eyes moved away from the fleet in the port, which was preparing to go out, and looked towards the sea in the east. At the end of his sight, he could not see land.

But he knew that on the continent east of the strait, a girl as young as him would soon use a blood sacrifice, using the Targaryen blood as a guide, to bet three lives, and eventually produce The powerful magic power awakened the dragon in the stone.

But now, time is not on his side. It is impossible for him to sacrifice his blood, but he still wants to hatch his own dragon with his own hands.

Before coming here again, Clay filled his body with up to 500 points of magic power in one breath. This was already the limit of his body, and he once again experienced the feeling of being almost unable to move even an inch.

"I have prepared so much and have been waiting for this day."

The murmurs were blown away by the strong wind, and Clay no longer hesitated and walked into the room located at the top of the tower, high in the sky.

Locking the door, Clay checked the side carefully. This time he hatched, he must not be disturbed.

The old man issued the strictest order. No one can enter the top of Poseidon Tower. Intruders will be killed without any reason.

Opening the partition at the highest point of the tower and opening all the windows at the same time, Clay wanted to set a fire today, and he couldn't do it without enough oxygen.

There was nothing in the room except for a shelf made of the most flame-resistant wood in the center. If Clay hadn't known what it was used for, he might have used it as a cremation platform.

Take the blue-gold dragon egg out of the inventory and place it firmly in the center of the wooden shelf.

The new Dragon King bloodline was pulsing in his heart. This powerful bloodline power that combined the two powers gave Clay the same abilities as Daenerys, who was not yet the Mother of Dragons on the other side of the strait.

He is not afraid of fire!

This was something he only realized after one night, Zhu's tears fell on his hand, but he felt no pain at all.

Putting his fingers into the candle flame, Clay confirmed his guess. The flames jumped at his fingertips, but nothing happened to his fingers.

All he felt was heat.

"I wonder when I will also have the title of Unburnt One?"

Clay smiled, then took off his clothes.

It's not that I have any hobbies, but if I don't do this, this expensively fake aristocratic costume will probably turn into a wisp of fly ash under the blazing flames.

Although he has huge wealth, he will not waste it on such things.

As for your hair? Oh, it's not important anymore.

The blue-gold dragon egg still looked radiant even in the dim light. His intuition told him that what hatched would be a very beautiful little guy.

Already ready, Clay no longer hesitated and pointed his left hand at the wood, magic power surging.

Witcher's Seal, Igni, Stream of Flame, Release!

A bright stream of fire suddenly spurted out from the palm of Clay's left hand, illuminating the dark room.

The wood used as a kindling ignites instantly and is covered with grease, which is the best combustion accelerant.

A heat wave instantly filled the entire room, and the fire spread to the entire bottom of the wooden frame within a few minutes.

This small circular room makes the heating effect of the flame more obvious.

Taking a deep breath, Clay sent his body into the flickering flames. The high temperature alone could not awaken the magic dragon in the stone.

Now, it's time to offer the most pious blood for this grand sacrifice.

With a flash of light, the dagger, which was the only one used in this ceremony, cut Clay's wrist open. In an instant, blood spurted out and sprinkled on the blue-gold shell of the dragon egg.

The bright red blood beads, paired with the blue-gold shell, have an enchanting beauty in the bright firelight.

He could feel his blood draining, but Clay gritted his teeth and did not stop. The Three-Eyed Crow's method did not specify how many ml of the Dragon King's blood was needed to awaken a dragon egg.

He wants to use all of it within the scope of what he can bear.

Wisps of blood were evaporated, but inadvertently, some blood merged into the blue-gold dragon egg.

Now that the sacrifice has been offered, now should be the moment for the magic to surge!

The bloated magic power in his body finally found a way to vent. Clay covered his hands on the dragon egg, blood dripped from the breach, and magic power flowed out from his fingertips.

Their common goal, under the scorching fire, is getting hotter and hotter at this time.

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Outside the Poseidon Tower, the people of the Mandalay family in White Harbor stood in shock, raising their necks and looking at the top of the family's main building.

The smoke from burning wood flew out of the window, forming a thick column of smoke in mid-air under the evening sky.

Poseidon Tower caught fire? This is a big deal, especially now that war is coming.

Countless residents of White Harbor who finally came to the Mandalay family came straight to the family's new castle with various vessels filled with water.

The guards stationed on the walls of New Castle have long received orders from Earl Wyman. There may be abnormal situations at the top of the Poseidon Tower tonight. They must stick to their posts and there must be no chaos in White Harbor.

Although they could not tell them the truth, the majesty of the old earl who had ruled White Harbor for decades still made these family guards loyally carry out the orders.

As a result, these anxious White Harbor people who went to put out the fire were stopped in front of the city gate of New Castle.

They were told that the family was under control of the situation there, and that the family also had enough water in the new castle, so they should rest assured.

The crowd gradually dispersed, but the eyes of countless people were still attracted by the plume of smoke that shot straight into the sky. They discussed what the family was doing.

As the only insider, the old man personally moved a chair and sat on the stairs leading to the top floor. The family sword was placed in his hand.

No one can go up tonight. The old man has not taken out this sword for more than ten years since the Usurper War.

Although it is not a sword made of Valyrian steel, this sword placed here represents the absolute authority of the family. Any member of the Mandalay family must bow before this sword.

Everyone in the family came, but after seeing the old man's unyielding expression, they finally left.

Whether they can sleep well tonight is not what Earl Weiman has to consider. All his thoughts are on his grandson, but he can't go up to such a big fire.

He must guard this door for his grandson. Whether the family can fly into the sky depends on tonight.

But there was something else besides this plume of smoke over White Harbor tonight.

"The main building of the Mandalay family in White Harbor, Poseidon Tower, caught fire at night. The cause is unknown. However, the Mandalay family seems to have predicted the fire in advance. The specific reason is under investigation."

The ink was dried, the letter was folded and stuffed into the raven's mailbox.

"Fly, bird, and carry this news south."

Someone laughed.

Born in fire, and let the fire burn for one night, everyone, tomorrow is the moment of birth!