The crescent moon was like a knife, and a cold light appeared on the snow.
Winter had arrived, the days shortened, the nights lengthened, the sunlight was hazy, and the moonlight was quiet.
The shelter did not follow the natural laws of the world above ground, so time flowed like water, one after another. Day and night alternated, winter and summer alternated, and time and space seemed to be frozen here.
The empty and lonely underground world was like this a million years ago, and it was still like this a million years later. Everything was like an insect trapped in amber, eternal and unchanging.
At noon, there was a fire in the cave; at midnight after dinner, it was still the dim red light of the bonfire that lit up the small world.
In the corner of the cave, on a bed made of dried leaves and hay, there were more than a dozen squirrel people lying crookedly. Some were snoring, some were singing in a messy tone, and some were talking nonsense. All of them were breathing with the smell of alcohol.
The children of the forest drank, but their civilization was too primitive. The wine-making technology was easy to learn, but the social productivity of wine-making was not up to par. Wine-Making wasted food, and the extreme north beyond the Great Wall was too bitter and cold.
In the dead of night, the squirrel person Leaf brought a weirwood bowl for the Dragon Queen. Twelve faces were carved on the bone-like wall of the bowl, like the faces on the heart tree.
The bowl was filled with a sticky and pungent white paste with strands of red silk.
The dark red silk should be weirwood sap, but under the light of the fire, it looked like blood.
It was like a bowl of fresh brain flowers.
In this stone hall, which looked like the cave of Granny Tree Demon, Danny had the illusion that she was holding a human meat banquet.
"The smell is so strong, and it looks so disgusting?" Danny frowned and said.
"This is a magic potion. Aren't all magic potions like this? Even the moon tea made by the witches of the forest is not refreshing and delicious, and the color is charming! "Leaf said.
"Your Majesty, let Beworth try it," the fat eunuch said.
Danny looked at the squirrel people.
Leaf frowned and said, "I don't object to you testing the poison, but this bowl of weirwood paste has a very high magic energy level, and it has a miraculous effect on people with special talents. Ordinary people who eat it may really be no different from poison."
"I think I have a special talent." Blood Alliance Guard Lakarlo patted his chest and said.
"What talent do you have? Why don't I know about it? "Danny asked curiously.
The centaur opened his eyes wide and shouted: "Kalixi, did you forget? Kalasari, I activated the Pegasus Scar first.
You even asked me to recite the 'Pegasus Bible' and said that when I'm older, I'll go to the Pegasus City to become the High Priest of the Pegasus Religion. "
"This …" Danny's mouth twitched, but she did not refute.
In terms of blade techniques, Rakarlo was better than normal centaurs, but worse than his two Blood Alliance brothers. In terms of intelligence and strategy, he was far from Kui Luo. In terms of ability to command the Kaas tribe, he was inferior to Jogo and Ag.
Before this, Rakarlo was only tall and sturdy, with two small mustaches by his lips. He looked a little taller than the other centaurs and stayed by Danny's side to keep up appearances.
Perhaps, he was even better off than Qi Da. Her centaur maids, Jiqi and Iri, both liked this "donkey shit" guy.
The relationship between the young centaurs was … complicated.
Alright, it's not complicated. It's just messy and rotten.
However, after Danny launched the Pegasus Religion (a modified version of the Horse God Religion) among the centaurs, Rakarlo had the highest level of devotion.
Danny joked that when he was older and retired, he could help her manage the Pegasus Religion in the Pegasus Religion.
She did not expect Rakarlo to remember this and even set this as his goal.
"Does being a priest count as a talent?" Danny asked Blinden.
"Let this centaur take a bite. We'll know after we try," Blood Crow said casually.
From his tone and gaze, it was clear that centaurs were not much different from horses in his heart.
"Rakarlo is my blood. How can I just try?" Danny said angrily.
"Then don't try. This bowl of paste is harmless to you! The Green Prophet's vow to the Mother Goddess will never be broken, "Blinden said impatiently.
"These words have no credibility coming from your mouth. Have you forgotten how you put on your black clothes?" Danny sneered.
Seventy years ago, the Iron Throne lost its rightful heir after the Mediocre King, Black Fire, Bright Flame Aeron and many other Targaryen kings and princes.
To avoid civil war, Blinden, who was the Hand of the King at the time, decided to convene a great council to select a king.
The selection of a king by the great council would not reduce the sanctity of the Iron Throne. Instead, it would increase the unity of the country. This was because the Iron Throne's royal power was inferior to that of the emperor under the centralized system of the Great Celestial Dynasty.
On the other side of the narrow sea, Daemon Black Fire's son Aeris received the news and wrote a letter to the Iron Throne, requesting to be one of the candidates. Blood Crow agreed and swore to ensure his safety.
Aeris Black Fire had the right to be a candidate because his bloodline was too noble. His grandparents (the Mediocre King and Defiant Diana — the elder sister of Saint Baelor who was imprisoned in the Virgin House) were all direct descendants of the Targaryens.
In the end, the moment the unlucky bastard stepped into the city gates of the King's Landing, Blood Crow caught up to him, arrested him and beheaded him in public.
Because Blood Crow had broken his oath, Danny's great-grandfather Egg (Igor, Egg, Aegon the Fifth) banished him to the Great Wall.
At this moment, hearing the Dragon Queen's disdain, Blinden smiled bitterly and said, "I served my country with sincerity, sacrificing my honor in exchange for the peace of the Westeros. Yet, your great-grandfather …"
"Even if there is no me in the world, the Targaryen Dynasty would have been destroyed in the chaos of the Black Fire. The Seven Kingdoms would have been plagued by wars that would last for at least a hundred years. Millions of people would have died … and you would not have been able to claim the throne today."
"No one knows how terrified Igor was when Aeris Black Fire wrote a letter to the great council before the start of the King's Selection. He secretly came to me and told me about the fear in his heart and his worries about the future …
Hehe, there is also Yimont. He is the smartest of Kamil's sons. I and all the other vassals were prepared to choose him as the king.
However, Igor, who seemed to be the most naive and the most powerless, immediately went to look for his elder brother … Not long after, Yimont gave up the throne himself.
That fool deserved to suffer in the Great Wall for half a century. "
"Danny, your great-grandfather Aegon the Fifth is the one with the least honor!"
The two White Knights looked at each other. The Centaur and the eunuch were confused.
The cave fell into a dead silence.
Danny had already guessed that the cheapskate great-grandfather, who was also known as' The King Who Should Not Have Become a King ', must have had some tricks up his sleeves when he ascended the Iron Throne. However, she did not expect that fellow to be so … similar to the style of the Celestial Empire.
"This thing cannot be kept for long," said the Squirrel Man as he pointed at the wooden bowl placed in front of the Dragon Queen.
"Let me do it. If something were to happen to you, Kalixi, the Blood Brotherhood would not live for long," said Rakarlo solemnly.
Danny hesitated for a moment before she scooped up a small spoonful of paste and passed it to the Centaur.
The Centaur opened his mouth wide and sucked the handle of the spoon into his mouth.
"How is it?" asked Danny nervously.
The Blood Brotherhood narrowed his eyes and sucked on the spoon for a while before saying, "It's a little bitter. It'll be better if you add some white sugar."
The Knights who were staring at him nervously almost fell over when they heard this.
Big Bear asked with a dark expression, "Do you feel unwell?"
"No." The Centaur shook his head.
Danny found another wooden spoon and scooped up a small spoonful before stuffing it into her mouth …
Rakarlo was right. It was a little bitter and hard to swallow.
However, the bitter taste quickly turned into a strange sweetness, like a smoothie mixed with honey. Then, it turned into other sweet tastes.
In an instant, Danny recalled all the wonderful tastes she had experienced in her life.
"Is this thing really the seed of a weirwood tree? Why does it look so similar to the Undying's Night Shadow Water? "
She had drunk the Night Shadow Water that Haiya had prepared before. It was also sticky, but the color was dark blue.
The smell and taste in the mouth were also disgusting, like the combination of ink and rotten meat.
After swallowing, the aftertaste was like the combination of all the tastes the drinker had tasted before. It was like the food in the God of Cookery anime that could stimulate the emotions of illusions — after eating XXX, one would immediately feel like they were in love … something like that.
"Is the Night Shadow Water effective?" asked the Squirrel Man.
"It's effective. It can produce the most beautiful illusions and make one addicted," said Danny as she ate the paste.
The Squirrel Man said, "Activating one's innate talent is the process of raising one's thoughts and willpower to a higher level. It's like a fish jumping out of the river. Of course, one would see the colorful scenery beyond the river.
The Night Shadow Water can also activate extraordinary innate talents. Different potions activate different innate talents.
The Night Shadow Water activates the innate talents of Male Sorcerers, while the weirwood tree paste is thousands of times more powerful. It can activate the power of Holy Spirits or Sub-Holy Spirits in one's bloodline. "
Then, the Squirrel Man asked, "Do you know what Holy Spirits are? It's the innate talent of listening to the Song of Laws. "
"I've heard someone say something similar. Tell me again and see what's the difference." Danny nodded.
Leaf said, "Sub-Holy Spirits can only master the Song of the World. Only real Holy Spirits can sing their own songs."
"What's a Three-Eyed Crow?" Danny asked.
"It's at least a Sub-Holy Spirit."
"I don't seem to have changed."
At this moment, the paste in the bowl was almost finished by Danny, and even the illusions were suppressed by her powerful mental power.
"The weirwood tree paste can't give you power, and it won't change your bloodline. It only awakens your innate talent.
No one knows if you don't try it.
It's like a genius swordsman. If he doesn't practice the sword, who knows if he has the innate talent to become a great knight? "
Leaf's words made sense.
Danny decided to rest in the cave for the night and set off early the next morning.
Blinden was dissatisfied with this, but there was nothing he could do.
Only ten minutes later, Danny woke up from her cultivation and started looking for the wooden bowl.
After she found it, she looked around, and while no one was paying attention, she quietly stuck out her tongue and used the spoon to lick the white and red paste on the bowl's walls.
The Three-Eyed Crow and Leaf didn't lie to her.
The weirwood tree paste really had a miraculous effect.
First of all, her meditation foundation started operating more easily. It was like a top-notch computer in 2020 could play a triple-A game in 2010.
Secondly, her soul, which was originally full, started absorbing Spiritual Essence without limit.
Finally, and most importantly, her second soul ring began to split.
In Danny's Soul Space, the Great Wizard Meditation Technique's nine-colored vortex was at the center, and it was surrounded by the Green Prophet Meditation Technique.
When the Megalosaurus was young, including the hatching stage, Danny had shared a Dragon Spirit with every dragon.
But as the Megalosaurus grew up and formed its own consciousness, Danny couldn't take the initiative to share a Dragon Spirit with them. If the Megalosaurus ran into a fatal danger, it would ask its mother to save it.
There was a Dragon Spirit's soul channel between Danny and the Megalosaurus, but the channel was sealed when the Megalosaurus grew up.
Now, Danny could once again sense the three sealed channels.
She had a feeling that as long as she wanted to, her second soul could split into four parts.
Danny understood what this meant.
She had been looking forward to this for a long time, and it was also the main reason why she took the risk to come to the area beyond the Great Wall. The era of the five Dragon Spirits was about to begin.
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