Magic and the power of the gods were real.
For those with extraordinary talents, magic was the blessing of the world, giving them the possibility to see the truth.
But extraordinary magic was too high for ordinary people, more like a curse than a blessing.
Comparison of power levels: the magic of ordinary people, extraordinary people, and the divine power of gods.
The magic of extraordinary people could "curse" ordinary people.
But in the face of the divine power of gods, even extraordinary people could not resist being contaminated.
In this world, there were five places suspected to be contaminated by high-energy divine power: Asia, Thunder Island, the Land of Long Summer (Valleglia), Sosros, and the Heartache of the Lohn River.
Among them, Valleglia and the Heartache of the Lohn River were the most famous "curses."
During the cataclysm of Valleglia, the magic of gods and fire witchcraft wreaked havoc. Humans and dragons close to the center of the cataclysm were directly swallowed by the high-energy heat, and those far away were also distorted and deformed by the subsequent magic radiation.
Chayon of the Lohn River, known as the capital of festivals, was the richest and the greatest city along the Lohn River. It was also the center of the Lohn civilization.
In the battle between Prince Gerin and the 250 thousand Lohn people against the Valleglia Dragon King, the Lohn River was evaporated by hundreds of Megalosaurus, and the prosperous city was turned into ruins. Prince Gerin was captured alive by the Valleglia people and locked in a golden cage.
The Lohn civilization was destroyed.
The Mother Goddess of the Loynar people, the Loynar Mother River, made a final stand against the invaders for her people. A sudden flood in the middle of the night dragged Chayonn and the invaders to the bottom of the river.
Mutual destruction!
The former capital of the Golden Plains faded from its glory and summer colors. Surrounded by fog all year round, it became a gray and damp Heartache. It also became the source of the "Gray Scale Disease" and the hometown of the stone people (victims of the disease).
Gray Scale Disease caused the patient's skin to harden and lose the sense of pain and touch. It was covered with black and gray spots and was as hard as stone to the touch.
In the late stage, the patient's tongue and lips first turned to stone and lost the ability to speak.
As the day of their death approached, the other parts of their body would slowly turn to stone.
In the end, they would become stone people.
It was a very magical infectious disease.
Well, Gray Scale Disease was contagious and could be transmitted through touch.
When they passed by the Heartache, Clinton jumped into the river to save Tyrion, but unfortunately, he was scratched by the stone people, and a finger on his right hand was infected with Gray Scale Disease.
The most effective way to check if he was infected with Gray Scale Disease was to stab the stone people.
So Clinton took Tyrion's arm and said solemnly, "Let me see your dick."
"What did you say?" Tyrion thought he was hallucinating.
"Take off your pants and let me check your dick!" Clinton said seriously.
Tyrion Tyrion shuddered violently and broke free from the other party's grip. With a pale face, he said, "You hit your head on a brick. Are you crazy?"
"I …" Clinton noticed the strange looks from Aegon, Yimont, and the others. His expression froze as he reached out and pulled Tyrion to the side. "I'm not crazy. This is a serious matter. You have to tell me the truth. Do you feel anything?"
Noticing the seriousness in Clinton's eyes, Tyrion Tyrion forced himself not to break free again. "How do you feel?" he asked in a low voice.
"Do you still feel anything when I touched that part of your body?" Clinton asked seriously.
Tyrion Tyrion's back broke out in a cold sweat.
He widened his eyes and looked at Clinton's bold and square face in horror. His calves were trembling.
"You … you … what do you mean?" he asked weakly.
"Let me ask you. Do you still feel anything after I touched your dick …" Clinton had just explained when Tyrion Tyrion retracted his arm in horror.
Clinton was anxious. He walked over impatiently and pressed Tyrion Tyrion's head with his right hand. His left hand reached out to …
"Don't struggle. Let me pinch you again. See if you still feel anything," he said in a low voice.
Suddenly, Tyrion Tyrion remembered a rumor he had heard at King's Landing. Renly and the Knight of Flowers were nothing. Back then, Jon Clinton and Rega …
"Seven levels of hell. Go pinch the balls of the other ghosts!"
Tyrion Tyrion was furious. He pulled back his hand and kicked Clinton's right hand that was reaching for his crotch. "Get lost. I'd rather cut off my dick and sell it to a wizard. I won't let you pinch it."
"Hmm," Clinton looked thoughtful when he heard that.
If he immediately cut off his wrist after noticing the abnormality and cut off the infected limb, there was a very low possibility of stopping the gray plague from spreading to other parts of his body.
Thinking of this, he nodded with a complicated expression. "Very well. Since you have such courage, I won't force you."
He was not without courage.
In fact, he could still save his life by cutting off his right hand. He would definitely die if he kept his right hand. Obviously, Clinton was not even afraid of death. Why would he be afraid of cutting off his hand?
If it was his left hand, he would have cut it off immediately.
But the infected hand was his right hand. It was his dominant hand.
Eighty percent of Clinton's power was in his right hand. He still had to lead troops to war and help Little Aegon restore his country.
Looking at Jaime's miserable fate after his right hand was cut off, he understood how important a dominant hand was to a swordsman.
.....
After being intimidated by Clinton, Tyrion's passion to learn fire magic decreased by half.
When he walked to the front of the Dragon Queen, he saw a fire mage being dragged out of the rubble by Maule.
Hmm, his arm and face were charred black. He was still vomiting blood. It was very miserable.
Looking at this pitiful fire mage, the little devil could not help but put himself in the other party's shoes …
He shuddered and took half a step closer to Danny. He probed, "Your Majesty, it seems like you have failed. The temperature in Slave Bay is too hot. There is no future in starting a wildfire. Why don't we break up? "
"Break up?"
This word was very familiar!
Danny looked at the little devil with the corner of her eye. She said, "It is because you have failed that you have the chance to show off your skills as a wildfire general! If you really succeeded in one try, how could you show off your ability?
When we return to the city, I will give you a sum of money. Walk five kilometers to the west and find a deserted place to build a wildfire shooting range. The kind that you can mess around with and explode at will. "
The second fire mage was also dragged out. One of his legs was broken, the bone fragments poking out. Blood was gushing out. The other leg was charred black by the wildfire. The charred bones gave off the smell of barbecued pork ribs.
Tyrion felt his teeth ache. It seemed like his calf was also hurting.
"Why don't you replace me? My ability … No! "He was almost begging.
F * ck, I can mess around with and explode at will. Who am I going to explode? Who am I going to mess around with?
"You can do it. You have to have confidence!" Danny patted his deformed head and encouraged him, "You can chop people up on a horse. You are a good security guard. You are a good manager. You have the most experience in storing and using wildfire in the world. You are a good technician. Wildfire general, who else but you! "
"I …" Tyrion wanted to cry.
"Right, you said that you want to learn fire magic from me?" Danny patted his head three more times. She praised him, "You are very motivated!
After learning fire witchcraft, you can also personally create wildfire.
It seems like you have the potential to become a scientist. Maybe you can develop a type of extremely stable wildfire. "
"Improve wildfire?"
Do you think that I don't die quickly and miserably enough?
Tyrion's eyes were red.
"Improving wildfire is equivalent to changing the world. If the wildfire maintains its current burning value, but has the stability of kerosene, there is hope for a steam engine.
You can even directly develop a 'wildfire engine' and advance the world's civilization by a thousand years … No, with the speed of this world's technological development, it can be advanced by a million years! "
"Moreover, with the efficiency and power of wildfire, it can even be used as a space fuel.
If you can create a wildfire in a space vehicle … You are small, eat less, drink less, and keep flying to the moon. Maybe you can even become the first person to land on the moon! "
Danny became more and more excited as she spoke.
Originally, she wanted to encourage (tease) Tyrion. But in the end, she was moved by the great scene she imagined.
"Wildfire is created through magic. If you can develop a magic formation that can create wildfire and inlay the magic formation into a wildfire engine made of steel, if the magic formation can automatically absorb the magic elements in the universe …"
Dani's eyes widened as she exclaimed, "Seven Gods above, Wildfire might really be the hope for this world to transcend!"
Looking at the fanatical Dragon Queen, Tyrion took a few steps back in fear.
Seven Gods above, to be so crazy about wildfire, as expected of the Mad King's daughter.
"Sigh, the chance to be immortalized in history is yours. If it wasn't for the fact that I am busy with work and have such a large country to manage, I would want to become a wildfire scientist myself. "Danny looked at the terrified dwarf and sighed.
Why don't we switch?
The little devil really wanted to say that.
"I can share your burden." He said tactfully.
"Very good." Danny said emotionally, "There are too few officials as responsible as you."
"General Wildfire, I know that you are responsible for this accident." Dragon Queen suddenly raised her voice and immediately attracted the attention of the people around her.
"???" Tyrion's strange eyes were filled with confusion.
"As the General Wildfire, you underestimated the explosive power of wildfire after being exposed to direct sunlight for a long time. You mistakenly assigned a dangerous mission to the fire mage … Sigh, you should have arranged a sheep to pull the rope.
But even if you made many mistakes, you can't ask to take all the responsibility! I am also at fault, we are all at fault. "Dragon Queen sighed.
When did I ask to take all the blame on myself???
Tyrion was stunned.
"Wood, the fire mage's fire repelling ointment couldn't resist the wildfire. I was a little far from the scene of the accident and couldn't rescue him in time. The mages didn't study the properties of wildfire thoroughly enough … We are all at fault. General Wildfire, you only have 60% of the responsibility at most!"
"I just took office." Tyrion argued.
"Yes, you shouldn't have made such a big mistake when you just took office. But you can redeem yourself by doing good deeds. There's no need to ask to be whipped, is there? "Dragon Queen looked down at him and pressed his head.
"You are right." Tyrion closed his eyes and said with a sigh.
And so, Dragon Queen made the final judgment for this accident. "General Wildfire's salary will be deducted for half a year. The two mages, Tim and Duncan, will be compensated with 5000 Gold Radiance each. The rest of the mages will be compensated with 100 Gold Radiance for mental damage."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will recover as soon as possible and return to work as soon as possible!" Tim and Duncan who were being treated by the doctors spat out blood and struggled to say.
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