"Ouch!" The Raza priestess wailed in the flames, her voice shrill and filled with pain.
She was still not as strong as she had thought.
Danny sat cross-legged beside Drogo and threw the torch into the pile of firewood herself.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
Tiny blue flames followed the traces of the incense oil and jumped out from all over the pile of firewood like swift snakes.
The oil first ignited the twigs and dry grass, and a few seconds later, the firewood began to crackle. A wave of heat rose from the fire towards the people around the crematorium. At first, it was like the caress of a lover, gentle and warm, but soon, the flames transformed from fire snakes into fire dragons. They circled in the air, baring their fangs and claws as they wantonly squandered their light and heat.
Sir Jorah and the rest looked at the flames and heard the crackling of the burning wood and the priestess's singing.
At first, Mili had used her loud singing to hide her fear and vent her pain, but as the flames rose and the fire grew stronger, her singing became louder and sharper … Then, as the smoke came, she suddenly gasped for breath, and then gasped for breath, and then her singing turned into a trembling wail.
The smell spread into the crowd along with the heat, and it seemed to be no different from the smell of horse meat roasted over a bonfire. Jorah felt like vomiting after smelling it.
Would there be the smell of his princess in there?
Thinking of this, he really threw up with a "wah" sound.
The cross-shaped crematorium was completely lit, like a roaring Megalosaurus, its voice loud and clear, drowning out the priestess's gradually weakening screams.
The fire dragon shot into the sky, its long tongue shooting out in all directions, licking the belly of the night sky and gnawing at the skin of the Dothraki.
In the thickening smoke, the horse people could not stand the suffocation and heat, coughing as they retreated away from the fire.
The fire dragon let out an angry roar, bringing with it a strong wind from purgatory, flapping the nearby flags and exploding the firewood. Glowing embers rose from the smoke and drifted into the endless night like thousands of newborn fireflies.
Danny, who was in the sea of fire, seemed to have entered a strange world.
When the painted vest, silk pants, and sandals were burning, Danny was still laughing at the priestess Mili for using singing to cover up her wailing, but soon her attention was attracted by the black dragon egg in her hand.
The dragon egg emitted an aura that was hotter than the flames, and she almost couldn't help but throw it away.
Danny immediately forced herself to enter the Dragon Dream state.
The fundamental principle of Long Meng was that Danny and the dragon's soul were embedded as one.
Her own soul was a complete "1", and "Black Dragon's soul + Danny's soul" was still "1", a more complete "1".
(PS: Martin did not introduce Dragon Dream in detail. The explanation here refers to Wolf Dream and Wolf Spirit.)
In the Dragon Dream state, she had the vision and senses of a Black Dragon.
At this moment, she saw herself in a blood-red purgatory of flames. In front of her was her black dragon, which covered the sky just like before.
The Black Dragon opened its mouth wide and raised its head to roar. Countless tiny specks of colorful light that were like fireflies converged into a river and flowed into its throat.
Gold, silver, green, purple, bright red … Danny couldn't count the colorful specks of light.
"This is …" Danny suddenly had an epiphany. "Dragon Hatching!"
She immediately connected to her treasure and found the character panel … Other than the Immortal and Long Meng, the Mother of Dragons' bloodline talent also had the unique ability of "Dragon Hatching".
Dragon Hatching: Bestow flames and spirituality to the dragon egg, thereby allowing the dragon egg that retains its soul to fossilize, the dead dragon egg, and the healthy dragon egg to hatch into a young dragon.
"What's spirituality?"
Just as the thought came to her mind, a piece of information flowed into her sea of consciousness. Danny inexplicably had a more fundamental understanding of the Mother Of Dragons' "Dragon Hatching" talent.
Spirituality was the essence of a soul with life. It existed in the world where life existed, and it existed in the souls of life.
In the world without reincarnation, it was the gathering of spirituality that allowed organic matter to give birth to a miracle of life.
For example, a newborn baby was made up of a soul and a body. The body was inherited from the parents, and the soul came from the accumulation of spirituality in the body.
The three dragon eggs that Governor Illyrio of Pentos gave Danny had turned into fossils due to the passage of thousands of years. In theory, they were the same as diamonds and gems, beautiful dead objects.
Unfortunately, the fossilized dragon eggs met Danny, Liz Targaryen. Her bloodline was too rare, and it was almost the ultimate achievement of Valleglia's Dragon Magic civilization.
Not to mention the Targaryen family, perhaps in the thousands of years of history in Valleglia, there had never been a "Mother Of Dragons" like her.
Perhaps, Danny was a mutant.
Her "Mother of Dragons" talent could bestow the spirituality of the world to the dragon egg without her consciousness.
It was indeed a miracle that the fossilized dragon egg had obtained new life, but the dragon itself was a magical life that represented miracles. It couldn't be judged by common sense.
Originally, Danny had only subconsciously hoped that her dragon egg would give birth to a dragon baby. She had almost never actively developed the talent of dragon dreams and dragon hatching.
But this newcomer Danny understood that at this critical moment, she had to do something.
"Big Black, I'll help you." She shouted at the black dragon above her head.
The next moment, her position changed, from the burning ground to the black jade dragon's head.
She rode on the dragon's neck.
As if she had come to the position that was destined to belong to her, Danny had a different experience at this moment. She and the dragon had merged into one, and the dragon had obtained new life in the fire with her.
In a split second, the spirituality on top of the black dragon's head became more and more concentrated. Gradually, a colorful vortex appeared above its open mouth. Those who didn't know would think that it was activating a bijudama!
"Ang, ang!" After an unknown period of time, Danny sensed dragons other than the black dragon for the first time. White and green dragons.
Previously, even when she was hugging the dragon egg, she couldn't form a dragon dream connection with the white and green dragons like she could with the black dragon. At this moment, she could clearly "see" the white and green dragons flying towards her.
She rode the black dragon, and the white and green dragons circled around her like wingmen. The four of them wandered freely in the colorful sea.
They were so happy, so proud, as if the sky was under their feet …
She was the Mother Of Dragons, born from the mother of the Megalosaurus. Perhaps fate had arranged her birth, but her talent had nothing to do with any other gods or anything else.
"Only death can exchange for life," came from the mouth of the Witch. She said this as a servant of the devil in the shadows.
The Shadow Lord was an evil god, a demon, and at the same time, another identity of Lahlo. Together with the "Lord of Light", they formed the complete god 'Lahlo'.
The Targaryens belonged to the ancient Valleglia. The Valleglia had their own gods, Bellerion, Miracis, and Varghal.
There was no Lahlo, the Lord of Light.
In the era of Valleglia, the civilization of dragons and magic was at its peak, and Lahlo had nothing to do with it.
The Lord of Light might have coveted the dragons, but he had no connection with them.
Danny's "birth" of a dragon had nothing to do with the Lord of Light. Her Mother Of Dragons constitution came from Valleglia's superb blood magic.
The fire had weakened to the point where it couldn't be seen by the naked flames in the middle of the night, but the red charcoal under the ashes still scorched the earth and air.
When the cold fog of the night was dispelled by the morning light, Jorah Mormont, who had suffered through the night, could finally endure the scalding ground. He found Danny in the center of the cross-shaped ashes.
She was half-squatting on the ground, surrounded by charred charcoal and glowing embers, as well as the charred bones of people and horses. She was naked, and her lower body was covered with nearly half a meter thick of soot. He could see her bare arms and back. If it wasn't for the conspicuous silver hair, he almost couldn't tell that this body was the same color as charcoal.
(Ps: In the Song of Ice and Fire, Danny's hair was not immune to fire, but in the Game of Thrones, her silver hair was not damaged. I really can't accept Danny with a light bulb on her head. This is a setting from the TV series.)
"Bless the Seven Gods!" he exclaimed in ecstasy, bending down to hold her shoulders.
"Hiss — gah —" The black "snake's head" snaked out from Danny's hair, hissing and spitting out a few wisps of white smoke from its mouth and nose.
The surprise on Jorah's face immediately turned into horror. He retracted his right hand as if he had been electrocuted, and looked at the red eyes on the "snake's head" for a moment.
"Dragon?!" he said bitterly.
Although he didn't want to believe it, behind the long neck of the "snake's head", there was a pair of wings that flapped with soot … It was not a snake, but a dragon that was miraculously born from fire.
The knight didn't say a word. He took a few steps back and knelt down on one knee with a respectful expression that he had never shown before.
Danny woke up from her strange state and slowly raised her head. She first glanced at Mormont, and then swept her gaze over the Kars behind him.
The Dothraki, regardless of gender, age, or even the ten Ordo warriors who were detained, all put down their weapons, put their faces close to the smoking ground, and knelt on the sandy ground in awe.
Danny knew that from this moment on, they were completely submissive to her. Today, tomorrow, and forever. It wasn't submissive out of fear of Drogo's power, but from the bottom of their hearts.
She directly bathed in soot and stood up naked. At this time, all of them had their heads bowed.
"Irri, go and get my clothes. Doreah, Jiqi, prepare hot water for me to bathe." She ordered her maidservants.
The black dragon lay on her shoulder, its snake-like neck almost coiled around Danny's neck. The other two were hanging in front of her chest, and she hugged them with both hands.
Ellie jogged to fetch a silk robe and carefully draped it over Dani's shoulders. She looked at the two young dragons sucking and her expression changed drastically. She muttered, "They are riding the steeds of the world, they are riding the steeds of the world! Khaleesi, you really gave birth to the steed of the world. The old woman's prophecy has come true. "
"You talk too much." Danny said lightly.
"Hiss — Hiss —" The black dragon immediately turned its head and roared at Irri. Its two brothers also let go of Danny at the same time and joined in its roar.
"Ugh …" The poor centaur girl covered her mouth and was about to cry.
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