"That's not the most amazing thing. Through the dragon spirit state, Blackie copied a full set of meditation runes from my mind. Now, his magic power is increasing crazily every moment. In the future, he will be at least ten times stronger than Bellerion.
By the way, old man, do you know the lifespan of a Megalosaurus? "
"Bellerion died of natural causes. He was not more than three hundred years old. However, I have seen the information left behind by my ancestors. There is an old dragon in Valleglia who lived for more than a thousand years."
Danny nodded and guessed, "I suspect that Blackie is not the first dragon to learn meditation. There are some powerful wizards who can enter the dragon spirit state like me."
"So, the necessary condition to hatch a dragon is a dragon spirit?" the old man asked.
"No, if the Dragon King, Dreamwalker, and dragon spirit are the three levels of a dragon rider, there is a fourth level above them, the Mother Of Dragons, which is my current state.
In the Magic Era where the magic tide surged, hatching a dragon is a natural phenomenon. As long as the dragon egg is alive, it can hatch when the time comes.
However, in the Magic Era where magic is dead, hatching a dragon is equivalent to creating life … It is not creating life out of thin air. It is more like a kind of mending. The dragon's life imprint exists in itself. It is not creating something out of nothing. "
"No wonder so many Targaryens in history failed in hatching a dragon. The requirements are too high." Yimont smiled bitterly.
"Hehe, the ancestors of the Targaryens did not need to waste time. They only needed to treat the dragon egg as an ornament and place it where all the Targaryens could see it.
If someone can dream of a Megalosaurus, place the dragon egg at her bedside. After a year or two, the dragon will naturally come out. "
"I heard from Sir Barristan that you are also an immortal? Can you burn it to test the constitution of the Mother Of Dragons? "Old Yimont asked curiously.
"The Mother Of Dragons was not born immortal. At first, I was just more resistant to high temperatures. After dreaming of the dragon soul in the dragon egg, my constitution slowly became stronger, to the point that I could not burn.
To put it simply, the Mother Of Dragons hatching dragons was a process of mutual improvement between humans and dragons. I gave them life, and they gave me a Megalosaurus' strong physique and heat resistance.
Yes, there was also a huge amount of magic power similar to that of the Megalosaurus.
It's impossible for Bright Flame Elon to pour the Wildfire Can directly into his mouth. "
Old Yimont was a little embarrassed and a little sad. "Our Targaryen blood contains a crazy desire for dragons. Aeron is just a little more radical."
Aeron called himself Bright Flame, but the others called him Aeron the Devil. He was old Yimont's second brother, Danny's second uncle, and a landmark figure in the history of House Targaryen's Mad Blood.
That guy was the crown prince, the heir to the Iron Throne, and the future ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. He clearly had a great future, but he stubbornly believed that he was a dragon in human form and that Wildfire could help him recover his true form.
Then he drank a can of Wildfire, and burned until not even his bones were left.
"I saw a message when I was flipping through the royal blackmail in the Old Town Library." Danny had a strange expression. "Aeron once sneaked into Igor's bedroom in the middle of the night, grabbed his manhood, gestured with a knife, and laughed that he would cut it off so that he could have a 'sister' to marry. Is it true?"
"Uh, the City of Knowledge even knows about this? My father explicitly ordered that this matter is not to be spread. "Yimont was angry and embarrassed, and his face was red with anger.
"This is nothing. The City of Knowledge dared to provoke the royal family to start the Dance of the Blood Dragon. Why would they care about this trivial matter?"
"That's why I have to warn you." Old Yimont's expression became serious. "You have to leave the Wall as soon as possible. Other than Sir Barristan and me, there is no one you can completely trust here.
Just like just now, if you enter the city gate alone and someone shoots at you with crossbows from the killing hole above, calling for the Megalosaurus won't help.
Also, Master Tanner, he suggested that you and Stannis go to the hall for a meeting. I deliberately found an excuse to help you decline. He may not have any bad intentions, but if you really enter the main hall of the castle, there may be hundreds of knights who will immediately attack you.
In short, before you bring a large group of trusted people here, never face Stannis alone, don't test his humanity, and even … "
Old Yimont's eyes were sad, and his tone was sad. "Since Stannis came to the Wall, he could not even trust the Night Watchers."
"I think my performance is not bad!" Danny said with a gloomy expression.
"Your 'Three-Way Lease' is almost perfect. To be honest, I'm glad that you can be kind to the barbarians."
Old Yimont smiled with relief, and then shook his head and sighed. "But the Night Watchers and the barbarians have an eight-thousand-year blood feud. When the raiders and the Night Watchers fall into each other's hands, their humanity will be completely suppressed by their bestial nature and hatred. Being beheaded is the best outcome."
"Before Stannis came, you were the only savior of the Wall. They had no choice but to listen to you. But without a doubt, the way Stannis dealt with the barbarians was more approved by the Night Watchers. "
After a pause, the old man sighed. "Four days ago, on the night you came to the Wall, I sent a messenger crow to Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower, telling them that the Targaryen Dragon King had come to the Wall's rescue.
Stannis must have arrived at Eastwatch by then, but Scholar Hamuen did not reveal any information to Dark Castle.
As the commander of Eastwatch, Carter Pike personally led the rangers to attack the barbarians' camp with Stannis … "
"They do not know about the Dragon Spirit, the Mother Of Dragons. I did not expect you to have such a close relationship with dragons. But everyone knows that dragons only have one rider. When that rider dies, the dragon will accept a new knight.
I can even guess what some people are thinking. If they kill you and let someone more familiar with the bloodline of a true dragon inherit your dragon, the conflict and killing of Westeros will be reduced by ninety percent. The Targaryens have an irreconcilable blood feud with five of the dukes of the Seven Kingdoms! "Old Yimont said bitterly.
"Killing you is equivalent to saving the Westeros. Killing you is a righteous act."
"Dani, let's go. Leave tonight. No, leave now. You've completed your mission."
Danny was silent for a long time before she asked, "After I leave, what about the barbarians?"
"Let Sir Barristan stay. He is your captain of the Kingsguard. He can sign the sacred contract on your behalf."
Danny was struggling. Rationally, she agreed with Old Yimont's suggestion to leave immediately. Also, there was a voice in her subconscious that reminded her that there was something important waiting for her in Ursos.
But she was still worried about the threat of the Other Ghosts. She did not want to leave just like that.
After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Stannis and his thousand men will not be able to stop the army of Other Ghosts!
I will take the barbarians to the forest tomorrow to look for the ghouls.
When we catch the ghouls, I will leave immediately and have the Night Watchers send them to the King's Landing and to the old town. I will ask the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms to end the war and support the Wall. "
"Will it be dangerous? We can ask Stannis's men to do it, "the old scholar said worriedly.
"I will ride my dragon there. Besides, I also want to evaluate the abilities of the Other Ghosts."
After chatting for a while, Gilen, the Stupid Bull, called for Yimont in the yard. "Master Yimont, there is not enough milk of the poppy flower. Knight Daemon with a hole in his stomach is waiting for you to stitch it up."
"I will be right there," Yimont replied. He then reminded Danny again, "Do not go out after dark. It is hard to guard against a sneak attack. Jon is getting busier these days. He has no time to help you guard the gate. I will ask Gilen to take his place. If there is anything you need, ask him to do it. "
He dragged his old body to the door. Before opening it, Yimont turned around and reminded her, "I almost forgot. From now on, do not accept food from anyone.
If you want to eat, you can wait for Sir Barristan to return. The White Knight knows this better than I do. Do not go to the hall for dinner. I will arrange for someone to send it over. "
"Sigh, there are so many bastards in the shallow pond. Even the allied forces of the Free Cities did not annoy me this much."
"You have a dragon. You have an absolute advantage on the battlefield. Those who are unwilling to lose can only use methods outside of the battlefield to deal with you. Even if they lose their honor and go against tradition, the Seven Kingdoms now … "Old Yimont shook his head and left with a sigh.
.....
Not long after Yimont left, Yergret called Danny out of the door.
"Dragon Queen, those knights have been harassing Marg and the others," the red-haired girl said as she pointed at Gaudifalin.
Gaudifalin had already taken off his helmet. He had a handsome face, a bum chin, and a short golden beard. He was in his early twenties and looked like a tough guy. However, his eyes were a little frivolous, which ruined his good looks.
"I just want to compete with him," Gaudifalin said with a smile. "I heard that he is the Giant King. I killed a giant this morning and received the title of 'Giant Killer.' If I can defeat the Giant King, I will receive more honor."
"The Strong" Marg was 4.3 meters tall. That day, he used his fist, knee, and shoulder to smash three iron fences that were as thick as an arm and an old oak door that was 10 centimeters thick.
Yes, only the inner city gate was broken by him. The outer city gate was 30 centimeters thick and was smashed by a mammoth.
At this moment, the Giant King Marg was a little miserable. There was a white cloth wrapped around his back to his shoulder armor. There was also a large gray bedsheet that emitted the smell of herbs on his lower abdomen. He looked dispirited and weak.
No wonder this stupid knight wanted to use him to become famous.
Danny crossed her arms and glanced at Gaudifalin and his companions in disdain. She sneered, "Go find Stannis. As long as he signs the 'No Responsibility Life and Death Contract', any of you can challenge Marg."
Gaudifalin looked at the big guy beside him in surprise. The giant Marg looked back at him indifferently. There was no fear. Instead, he clenched his fists and seemed to be eager to fight.
Could it be that this sickly look was an act?
The knight could not help but suspect. He smiled and said, "I mean a spear competition. There is no need to fight to the death."
"You took a seat in the latrine and stepped on a white maggot that was wriggling over. Could you control your strength and not step on it until its stomach is broken? "
This disgusting and vicious comparison made the young knight explode with anger.
"I killed a giant!" He emphasized.
Danny raised her chin and said coldly, "Before Stannis used the Flaming Sword, the giant tore apart more than a hundred knights like you without much damage.
Wake up, without that weird red sword and the red-robed witch, you wouldn't even be able to touch a single hair of the giant. "
"Wah wah wah …"
"Wah wah wah …"
While they were talking, the sound of a baby crying came from outside the newly built wall and the hole in the city gate.
A fat man walked over from outside the wall and pulled out his longsword. He stood behind a blonde female barbarian who was holding a crying baby. He screamed in despair, "Seven Gods above, Dark Castle has been conquered by the giants? Gilly, we are done for. "
"Sam?" Gilly, who was beside Danny, quickly walked over and exclaimed, "Sam, you're not dead?"
"Uh, Gilly …" Sam, who was as fat as a pig's shoulder, was stunned. He asked in confusion, "Did you guys surrender to the barbarians?"
Gilly's face darkened and said in a bad mood, "We won. These giants are all captives. They are helping us repair the city."
"Captives? Why aren't they shackled …"
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