Tyrion's relationship with the pterosaur was not that of a dragon spirit.
A dragon spirit could not be created with blood magic. Otherwise, everyone in Valleglia would be a great wizard.
Similarly, Tyrion was not a shapeshifter.
In fact, ordinary shapeshifters could not control the pterosaur.
Just like Gisela's animal companion was a goat.
Did the barbarian spearwoman not want crazy beasts like the direwolf and the shadow lynx?
She definitely wanted to, but her strength did not allow her.
Well, she did not have enough talent.
Without a doubt, the pterosaur was stronger than the shadow lynx and almost impossible to subdue — except for the Green Prophet and Stark's family bugs.
The Dragon Queen added a part of the Green Prophet meditation runes to the contract mark, which was far stronger than Bellerion's.
It was not that Bellerion's ability was not as good as Danny's, nor was it that he lacked experience — in terms of knowledge, Bellerion was probably the most knowledgeable in the world.
After ruling the world for six thousand years, Bellerion had mastered almost all the meditation and witchcraft secret techniques in human history, including some of the Green Prophet and the Red Priest's meditation techniques.
But mastering knowledge did not mean that one could use it.
High school students knew Newton's laws, but could high school students know "Shinra Tensei" and "Wanxiang Tensei"?
Obviously not.
Bellerion did not have the talent to become a Green Prophet, and even if he was given a meditation technique, he would not be able to practice it.
Just like Black Sister Larissa, Danny taught this disciple with all her heart, hoping that she could help her control the Royal Mage Legion in the future.
But Black Sister could not even master 1% of the great wizard's meditation technique.
Danny was different.
So, she could surpass Bellerion, who was not good at the path of the soul, and create a contract mark that could communicate with the pterosaur's mind.
"Hahaha, I am a dragon knight, my dream has come true! Uncle Gillian, Brother Jaime, and Dad, do you see, I am riding a dragon! "
Tyrion was so happy that he lost his composure and shouted.
Is this the otherworld's version of Fan Jin passing the imperial examination?
Danny's mouth twitched as she thought to herself as she looked at the gnome who was "squirming" crazily on the pterosaur's back.
Tyrion screamed for a while, then shouted to Danny, "Your Majesty, can you undo the chains? I can control it. "
The pterosaur's leg was tied with an anchor that was taken from the ship. The anchor was buried seven to eight meters deep into the ground.
Danny was confident in her control runes. They would not escape, but she was worried that Bellerion would attack again and take away the pterosaur without a dragon knight.
Yep, with the dragon knight and Tyrion's partnership, it would be very difficult to steal the pterosaur away.
"Can't you see? Its wings are so tattered that it can't fly. "Danny reminded him.
The battle between the dragons yesterday was exceptionally cruel. Twenty-three pterosaurs died tragically, and the six that were captured had steel crossbows stuck in their abdomens. Their wings were like the fabric of a beggar's costume, with holes everywhere.
Some were pierced by arrows, some were bitten by Little Green, and some were burned by Danny's Fire Control Spell.
He did not think that the pterosaur was so miserable before, but now it had become his little companion. Tyrion looked at the holes on the pterosaur's wings, the wounds on the pterosaur's abdomen that were still bleeding, and the broken scales. His heart ached so much that he almost cried.
"Seven Gods! Your Majesty, you're too cruel to hurt my dragon like this. "He howled.
"Hmph, get this straight. This is my dragon!" Danny sneered.
"Uh …" Tyrion smiled sheepishly. "I'm also one of your people."
Danny's mouth twitched.
"The injuries are too serious. Can they be healed?" he asked worriedly.
"Don't worry. When my Little Green recovers in the afternoon, I'll start healing them." Danny's eyes flashed as she said confidently.
"How do you heal them?" Aegon asked curiously.
"Blood Witchcraft. You don't understand." Danny gave a perfunctory reply, then turned to Tyrion and said, "Now that this pterosaur is your companion, give it a name!"
"A name …" Tyrion was stunned.
"How about Tywin? Won't it be fun to ride Tywin for a spin? "Danny teased.
"Is my dragon male or female?" Tyrion bent down to look at the pterosaur's crotch.
He looked at his own first, then lowered his head to look at the pterosaur beside him.
After a while, he straightened his back and said with a strange expression, "It seems that mine is a female dragon.
It's strange. True Dragons don't differentiate between male and female. They can give birth without mating.
But the pterosaur has a second brother. Aren't they close relatives? The difference is huge. "
True Dragons did not need to reproduce sexually. Even before laying eggs, Megalosaurus did not have genitals, only a steel door for defecation.
The life imprint of a True Dragon came from the heavens. There was no such thing as parental blood. The dragon egg was just a medium for them to come to the world.
Although the pterosaur was also very strong, it was still a magical beast in the end. A True Dragon could be considered an innate god … Embryo.
"Why don't we call her 'Tessa'? Perhaps the Tessa I've been looking for is here. "
Tyrion stroked the pterosaur's head, a complicated expression of disappointment and gentleness gradually rising on his face.
But as the pterosaur shook its head in response to his caress, the disappointment on the dwarf's face disappeared, and it became unprecedentedly bright and relieved.
The real Tessa might have died in a corner long ago. The hellish experience back then was enough to kill anyone. His "where is Tessa" was more like a confession than a real attempt to find her.
Even if he found her today, was she still the Tessa in his heart?
It was time to let it go.
Tyrion said to himself.
After lunch, the last pterosaur's corpse in the bay had been dragged to the pier.
The 23 dragon corpses almost occupied a long street at the pier. The free people of Toros were driven by the Long Family Army to gather firewood and pile it on top of the pterosaur's corpse.
At the same time, an open area was cleared out in the west of the city. It was filled with the mercenaries, soldiers, and civilians who had died in this battle.
A third of the mercenaries had died, more than ten thousand people, and hundreds and thousands of civilians.
The Long Family Army had almost no losses this time. There were less than a hundred casualties, and half of them died from the fall of the pterosaur.
Well, when the pterosaur was shot to death by the crossbow, it fell from the sky like a plane that had lost its momentum. It just so happened to smash onto the ship below, killing and injuring the crossbowmen hidden in the cabin.
The day before yesterday, they had captured Toros in the early hours of the morning. Yesterday, the pterosaur attacked, and today, they had finally collected all the corpses.
"It's winter now, right?" Tyrion asked the old man beside him.
The corpse was rotten and smelly. He was wearing a linen cotton mask, and his voice was muffled when he spoke.
"Yes, Aegon 300 years passed a week ago. According to the Westeros' calculation, it's winter now." Clinton pulled at the mask that was uncomfortable to the point of his cheeks and said sullenly.
He was not used to this feeling, nor did he understand the meaning of the Dragon Queen's so-called mask to prevent disease. Instead, he felt that the Queen liked to torment people and waste precious cotton cloth.
"Look at the weather, the temperature hasn't dropped at all. The corpses have only been here for two days, and the stench is unbearable. Does it look like the long night is coming?" Tyrion pointed to the pile of corpses below.
The two of them were currently standing on the sentry tower of the western city wall, watching as the Dragon Queen commanded the white dragon, black dragon, and gold dragon to spit fire and burn the corpses.
Thick smoke billowed, flames soared into the sky, and the stench of charred flesh and the strange fragrance of barbecued meat filled the entire city.
From this point of view, the mask at least blocked the nauseating smell of smoke.
"What do you want to say?" Clinton said.
"Perhaps, the deviant ghost is real, but the long night will not come. It is very likely that the deviant ghost has always been living in the Land of Everwinter, and the Queen also said so. "Tyrion said.
Clinton's heart skipped a beat, and he said thoughtfully, "So?"
"So … Let me ask you, Sir, are you a subject of Prince Aegon or a subject of the Dragon Queen?" Tyrion asked in an inaudible voice.
Clinton's lips squirmed a few times, and he said in a deep voice, "They are both Targaryens, and I work for Targaryens."
"Hehe …" Tyrion chuckled.
Clinton's face turned cold, and he said sternly, "The Queen just gave you a pterosaur this morning, didn't she? Is this how you repay her? "
That's because you don't know what she wants me to do!
Tyrion complained in his heart, and the playful expression on his face disappeared. He said seriously, "I am not trying to sow discord between the Queen and the Prince, I am just reminding you to recognize reality, the Prince and the Queen are not the same kind of people! You should have made arrangements for the Prince earlier, and not let him call you 'foster father' for more than ten years in vain. "
"Sigh, this is fate!" Clinton sighed and shook his head. "When Illyrio sent us here, he did not know that His Majesty would go to the Westeros, did not know that there were deviants beyond the Great Wall, and did not know that His Majesty would make an oath to 'end the long night as King'.
Even if I wanted the Queen to ride a dragon and bring the Prince to the Westeros, I would not do so. I cannot force the Queen to break her sacred oath, and the Queen herself will not break her oath for the Prince. "
"We all know what you said. The key now is what the Prince will do next!" Tyrion said.
Clinton had already considered this question, and almost without thinking, he blurted out, "The Prince is still young.
He can wait a few more years, wait for winter to pass, wait for the next summer to come, wait for the war at Slave Bay to end.
In this way, the Queen's oath to 'end the long night as King' will be completed, and her dragon will be stronger. In a few years, the Prince will be able to tame a dragon.
At that time, we will fight back to the Westeros together. After all, the Queen has already promised to recognize the Prince's priority to the Iron Throne. "
"A very beautiful idea, but you have made a big mistake!" Tyrion said.
"What mistake?"
"Placing all your hopes on the Queen."
Clinton said seriously, "Her Majesty has a noble character, is upright, and keeps her promises. She is fair and compassionate. She is practically the most perfect ruler, and also the most typical knight. I cannot find any reason to doubt her."
"Perhaps!" Tyrion shrugged and said briskly, "But what will the nobles and people of the Seven Kingdoms think if she sits on the Iron Throne with her strength alone? How will they look at the Prince on the Iron Throne? "
"This …" Clinton asked hesitantly, "What's your plan?"
Tyrion smiled and whispered into Clinton's ear, "While the Seven Kingdoms are in chaos, we will first occupy a piece of territory, such as Storm's End Castle!
Then we will join forces with Dorne — there is an engagement!
Together with Dragonstone Island, the three parties will be enough to form a force that can contend against the Iron Throne. No matter what the Queen of Slave Bay thinks, Dragonstone Island will definitely not stand on my uncle's side.
In this way, Prince Aegon will no longer be a beggar being helped by Aunt, but a ruler. "
"What can you gain?" Clinton said coldly.
Tyrion whispered, "I want to leave Slave Bay legally, reasonably, and reasonably! Let me be Prince Aegon's Hand of the King. Have you seen my wisdom and experience?
I am still a Winged Dragon Knight, and I know how to make Wildfire Bullets. I can help the Prince easily take over most of the castles in the Seven Kingdoms. "
"Why? The Queen just made you a Winged Dragon Knight this morning, and you even swore loyalty to her. Why did you come to me in the afternoon to tell me this? "Clinton was unmoved and continued to ask.
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