"You're not even sure if it's real or fake?" Danny was shocked. She tugged at Moon Chant's sleeve and asked, "Have you never seen a dragon egg before?"
Moon Chant did not seem to want to talk to her anymore. She pulled up her sleeve and walked forward without saying a word.
"Alright, I apologize for my ignorance. I'll treat you to a big meal when we get back to the Merchant's House," Danny begged.
Moon Chant snorted and explained with an awkward expression, "The Dragon Incubator Mages were formed two months ago, but Marajo, or Volantis, only got the dragon egg today."
After a few words, the six followers came to the stage. According to their status, Danny was not in the center position. She stood at the side.
She saw two attendants place a two-foot square round table with long legs in the center of the stage. Another gray-haired, long-faced middle-aged man came out of the crowd with a black lacquered wooden box the size of a medical box. Without saying a word, he put the box on the table and pulled out a key from his collar.
As if he wanted everyone to see clearly, he raised the key up high and shook it before finally inserting it into the red copper keyhole of the wooden box.
Opening the lid, the long-faced man took a look and nodded to Marajo and Nessisor, saying, "Please check it."
"Braavosi!" Danny exclaimed softly.
The long-faced man's accent was exactly the same as hers, or rather, Priest Leila's.
It was like they were all from China, but when they spoke in Northeastern, Sichuan, Wuhan, and Wuxi dialects, experienced people would be able to tell the origin of the other party.
The Nine Free Trade City-States, including Slave Bay and New Guise, all spoke Valleglia. It was just that there were local accents mixed in every place, so it was easy to tell.
"Color, texture, scale, weight …" The Shadow Bind touched the box for a while and nodded to the two consul, saying, "It's a dragon egg."
The consul was a descendant of Valleglia's nobles. Of course, he knew some techniques to identify dragon eggs. After the three big shots looked at it, the consul personally checked it again. After that, it was the turn of the ten old nobles of Volantis.
Dozens of people surrounded the small round table for more than half an hour before it was the turn of the six young mages.
It was a dragon egg that was as red as the setting sun.
"It's a bit small," Danny commented after seeing it for the first time.
"Small?" The Fire Warlock put down the dragon egg doubtfully and said, "It's exactly the same as the dragon egg in the records. It should be real."
Before the other three fire mages could do it, Danny stepped forward and took the dragon egg. As soon as she touched the dragon egg, her expression abruptly changed.
"Oh my god, it's true!"
"Of course it's true," the Braavosi said unhappily.
Danny looked up at the Braavosi and said, "This is not a stone egg, not a fossil dragon egg from Asia."
"You can even tell?! Not simple. "The long-faced man revealed a look of shock.
"I've seen stone eggs in Qiles."
"I see." The long-faced man came to a realization and turned to the two archons. "It comes from the Westeros, the Targaryen Family's dragon egg. It has a history of only 250 years. Compared to a stone egg, it's more likely to hatch a dragon. "
"Very good!" Malachor nodded expressionlessly.
"Is the contract complete?" the long-faced man asked.
"As long as the dragon hatches successfully, we will definitely teach you all the secret arts," Nesisor said.
The long-faced man looked around and hesitated. "Only two archons?"
"Dofas will be eliminated, so there's no need for him to come. I represent the Elephant Party, and Malachor represents the Tiger Party. There are hundreds of nobles around as witnesses. It's enough," Nesisor said.
"Has Braavos and Volantis formed an alliance?" Danny asked the Moon Singer in a low voice.
"I'm not sure."
"Sigh, really …" Danny glanced up at the dome. The huge black shadow fell rapidly … What a pity!
"Boom!"
Colorful fragments scattered in all directions. A bright pillar of fire suddenly descended like a divine punishment, like a missile hitting the dome. "Crash!"
The magnificent glass palace was like a toy that had been slapped by a Titan. It exploded into pieces, and colorful pieces fell like a storm.
Before the people below could recover from the shock, a loud roar resounded through the entire place.
"Hiss —"
The demonic sound from hell made the people who reacted to it change their expressions.
"Dragon —" Archon Nesisor screamed like a woman.
Malachor's face was expressionless like a granite relief sculpture. Now, his face was extremely distorted as he looked at the black dragon descending from the sky in disbelief.
Four hundred years later, a true dragon descended on the Tower of Babel again. If this was during Valleglia's time, it would be a great honor for the Tower Master to receive a Dragon King, but now …
"No —"
"Boom!" The bright red dragon flame with black smoke fell directly on the head of the Volantis Land Army Commander.
It was like throwing a pencil box with ice cream into a charcoal furnace. A brown liquid with a strange meaty aroma seeped out from the gaps of the iron boots …
"Ah, Demon Dragon!"
"Ahhhh …"
"The Mother Of Dragons is attacking! “
The Volantis nobles shouted crazily as they ran around without thinking. They dove into the flames, rushed into the dark space around them, rushed out of the platform, and fell to the ground.
The glass dome shattered, and the wind howled at the top of the tower. The dragon flame was like a plow of death, flipping through the crazily shouting crowd, taking away lives one by one.
"Hiss —"
Another white dragon fell from the sea of fire. It seemed to be competing with its elder brother, venting its scorching heat and terror without restraint.
Volantis had long been prepared for an expedition to the east. Once the election was over, they would publicly declare war on the Slave Bay and the Dragon Queen. But this peaceful city itself was not prepared to accept the baptism of war.
The two dragons were like demons that crawled out from hell, wantonly hunting the noblest people in the city on the platform. There was no mercy, no mercy. The handsome faces of the gods and goddesses melted in the dragon flame, and the dreamy heaven-like venue cried in the fire.
The roofless platform of eight hundred square meters was big enough for a banquet, but in the face of two Megalosaurus running back and forth with the dragon flame … the shortest dragon flame was at least fourteen to fifteen meters long!
In five minutes, they swept seven to eight rounds back and forth, and there was not a single groan in the entire venue. Everyone was dead.
The black dragon seemed to have intelligence. After burning Marajo to death, it had been blocking the entrance of the stairs.
"Hiss —"
"Hiss —"
The dragon's roar gradually disappeared into the sky, leaving behind a crackling inferno.
Another three minutes passed.
"Plop!"
In the center of the venue, where the fountain used to be, a few stacked burning corpses were pushed away. The pointed head of the Moon Chant popped out, shaking his wet hair vigorously.
His chest was like a bellows that was being pulled at high speed, and he was gasping for air.
"Cough cough cough …" The thick smoke and the burnt smell made him cough violently.
"Cough cough, gone, the Demon Dragon, cough, flew away, cough cough cough …"
"Plop, plop …" The corpses seemed to come alive, and rolled to the side. More than ten black figures sat up in the pool.
"Ouch, my hand is burned." Bo Cheng hugged his right elbow and wailed.
"It's good enough that you're still alive, cough cough …" Danny shook her head, looked around, and coughed. "The corpses are burning like candles, we can't stay here for too long."
The Binding Knight Tam struggled to get up, and luckily said, "Thank goodness you were smart enough, Leila. You pulled us straight to the pool, and didn't try to rush to the stairs like the others."
"Come and help me, ouch, my leg … was broken by someone."
Danny looked closer, and said in surprise, "Consul Nesisor? You're not dead? "
This was not an act. At that time, she did not even think of saving any Volantis. She pulled Tam with one hand and Bo Cheng with the other, and ran straight to the pool in a snake-like manner.
Oh, I didn't pull the Moon Chanter away, because that fellow had grabbed onto my robe in a death grip.
"Help, cough cough, I, I can't breathe, help me get out of here." He only cared about wailing.
Danny did not help him, but grabbed the Moon Singer who was about to run to the stairs and pushed him over. The consul immediately hugged the skinny zebra man like an octopus.
The Binding Knight walked over to support the other side of the consul, and asked curiously, "Your Excellency, why didn't the Mother Of Dragons burn you to death?"
Danny still had a longsword on her waist, and she took it down along with the scabbard. She pushed aside the burning corpses on the way, and moved step by step towards the stairs.
Other than the five of them, there were eight people who survived.
After all, the pool was twenty square meters, and more than half a meter deep. As long as they did not faint or suffocate, the people at the bottom would be half-alive.
More importantly, the two dragons adjusted their angles, and most of the dragon flames flew over the pool instead of directly burning it.
"I'm not stupid. If I don't run when I see Malacho melting beside me, am I going to wait for the dragons to burn me?" Nescisos groaned.
"Why did you think of running to the pool?" Moon Singer asked curiously.
"Hehe, this is wisdom." Narcissus grinned and said proudly, "That black dragon clearly has a rider, which is that vicious woman. Her heart is like a poisonous scorpion, but she's not stupid at all.
If I were in her shoes, if I was riding the dragon, I would also let the dragon block the stairs as I planned to attack the Tower of Babel.
Sure enough, that devil is as vicious as expected. She will definitely kill us all! "
Damn, even you thought of this. Are you a devil?
An old man from Volantis looked up at the dark night sky, and then looked around at the corpses that were burning with bloody flames and smoke. Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he came to his senses. He wailed, "Tragic, tragic, tragic, too tragic, sob sob sob …"
"This is war." Danny sighed with a complicated expression.
"Priest Corbett is dead. Darc, Lincoln, and Mace are also dead," the Fire Warlock said with a sobbing tone.
"You are still alive?"
Danny glanced at him in surprise. The face and clothes of the Westeros were black, and there was a large burning hole at the bottom of his robe.
"Dead, dead, all dead, sob sob …" The Fire Warlock looked around numbly and started crying without warning.
His crying was like the fuse of a firecracker, and a series of wails sounded in the dilapidated hall that was filled with the smell of meat.
"Stop wailing. Come and move the corpses. The stairs are blocked," Danny shouted.
"Is there anyone still alive?" Her words alarmed the people at the bottom. Across the pile of burning corpses, the people on the other side also started to shout and drag the corpses.
"It's Butler Fox," the Shadow Binder shouted. "There are still people upstairs. Butler Fox, move the corpses away."
"Ah!" The Fire Warlock who was sobbing was like a little girl who was being molested. With a sharp voice, he pointed to the northeast and said, "Look over there, the Mother Of Dragons hasn't left yet. She wants to burn the black wall!"
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