Chapter 410: Dragon King Family Fiznik

Chapter 410 Dragon King Family - Fiznik

Narrow Sea.

"Hiss -"

A pitch-black dragon flashed by, its broad wings blowing over the white clouds.

The dragon flew over the disputed land and entered the sea area under Myr's jurisdiction.

"Greedy, slow down."

Rhaegar looked at the city-state in the distance, his eyes solemn.

Myr, built on the coast, was now rising with billowing smoke, and the smell of burning could be smelled for several miles around.

"Roar..."

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were cold, and he plunged into the cool clouds, his huge body gliding low over the waves.

His strong chest cut through the sea surface, stirring up large waves.

Rhaegar's eyes never left Myr, which was close at hand.

When he received the news of the riot in Myr, he rushed back as soon as possible.

Especially when the city-state excavated a large hole suspected to be the remains of the Dragon King, it was a pie in the sky.

He needs more theoretical knowledge and dragon-controlling experience from the Dragon King family.

Even systematic training books on blood magic and fire magic.

As a second choice, he can have a further understanding of the blood of the ancient Valyrian dragon king.

The bloodline has transformed into a dragonborn, and there are too many subtle changes. Rhaegar urgently needs the corresponding knowledge foundation.

[Rhaegar Targaryen]

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (54%)

Rune: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue)

Blood magic: Blackstone (blue), Blessing Spell (blue)...

Relics: Blood and Fire Origin, Dream Vision...

Evaluation: "Extraordinary, an ode to the new era."

Silently calling up the Explorer panel to check it out, Rhaegar couldn't help but feel excited.

The bloodline is constantly purified and then transformed into a dragonborn.

In the ancient Valyria period, did those top-ranked dragon king families dig out this point and cultivate dragonborn warriors?

After all, the Valyrians are best at the magic of blood and fire.

The Glutton was extremely fast and approached Myr in a moment.

"Hiss..."

The loud dragon roar echoed in the city-state, full of anger and warning.

Rhaegar looked up when he heard the sound.

I saw a scarlet dragon hovering over the city-state, its broad wings sweeping the wind, and it frequently dived to spray dragon flames.

Wherever the dragon flame fell, the ragged locals fled in embarrassment.

"The riot is still going on."

Rhaegar glanced and had a rough idea in his mind.

Melias circled around an area in the center of Myr.

There was the location of the Governor's Mansion.

"Glutton."

Rhaegar patted the dragon's back to convey his thoughts.

"Hiss——"

The Glutton understood instantly, roared and rushed over Myr, and the dark green dragon flame like smoke and fog covered the originally blue sky.

Wow!

Suddenly, the whole Myr was boiling.

Whether civilians or slaves, they all knelt down devoutly and worshipped the gods of their faith.

There was no special reason, just one thing.

A pair of dark wings that seemed to crawl out of hell, containing the taste of death.

The Glutton did not show much, and circled the entire Myr, and then slowly landed in the central area.

Boom——

As the dragon landed, countless Myr people's hearts were in their throats.

"Hiss——"

The Glutton roared, and his hot breath blew away the rioters who had not had time to escape.

In an instant, the whole city-state was silent and fell into inexplicable fear.

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were contemptuous, and his feet stepped on the edge of the ruins, and he lowered his head for the driver to step down.

Rhaegar was wearing a black robe, with a real fire on his waist, overlooking the devastated city.

The rioters retreated to the corner, burying their heads and not daring to move.

The dragon did not spit a mouthful of dragon flames at them, but its deterrent power had long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The moment the glutton appeared, the rioters were still stubborn.

Rhaegar didn't mind helping them recall the horror of Deathwing.

"Hiss..."

Merias screamed loudly, flapping his wings and suddenly landing.

In the dust, Rhaenys was wearing red armor and her face was full of sternness.

Two dragons landed, and the chaotic city was immediately silent.

Swish...

A neat sound of running came, and hundreds of fearless people wearing black armor blocked the city.

Rhaegar looked down from a high place and noticed that the location of the former Governor's Mansion had turned into ruins, exposing a wide and deep underground pit inside.

The rioters in the city seemed to be rushing towards the pit.

Rhaegar got off the dragon's back, looked at Rhaenys and asked, "Aunt, what's going on?"

Rhaenys frowned and said indignantly, "Someone spread the word that there is the dragon king's treasure in the deep pit."

Then, she gave a concise account of her experience.

The old aristocracy instigated the riot, and someone provided weapons to the rioters.

The rioters killed the patrolling Dreadnaught team at night, stole the catapults and artillery used for city defense, and intended to destroy the Governor's Mansion with people and dragons.

Under the heavy bombing, the Governor's Mansion collapsed, exposing a deep pit buried deep underground.

Someone among the rioters spread the word that the treasure of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King was hidden in the deep pit.

Whoever finds it will have countless wealth and tame a dragon.

Hearing this.

Rhaegar looked unkindly at the hundreds of rioters kneeling beside the ruins.

With a toe, it is certain that this city-wide riot must have been the work of the Three Women's Remnants.

And the only partner who can provide a large number of weapons is Braavos, which is far away in the upper half of the Narrow Sea.

"The sea force is still weak."

Rhaegar was dissatisfied with his own firepower.

The fleets of the Westeros continent are only a few families such as the Velaryon, Redwyne, and Manderly.

After the Battle of the Narrow Sea, the fleet of the Velaryon family was severely damaged, and it was still competent to be stationed in Lys.

The fleets of the other families, such as the Hightower, Lannister, and Celtigar, were still struggling to circumnavigate the Stone Steps.

Overall, they were good at defending but not aggressive enough.

Rhaegar sighed and asked curiously, "What's the situation in the deep pit? Has anyone been in it?"

"Yes!" Rhaenys looked unhappy and said, "Many greedy rioters rushed into the deep pit, and..."

He stopped talking halfway.

Her eyes were filled with anger, but she couldn't speak, as if she had something to hide.

Rhaegar frowned slightly and planned to go forward to check the deep pit.

"Roar..."

The Glutton's green vertical pupils were alert, and the dragon's tail swung in front of the driver, pushing the driver back twice.

The next second.

"Hiss..."

In the deep pit, a sharp hiss came out, echoing like water waves.

Rumble--

Accompanied by chaotic noises, a bloodthirsty giant worm with a scarlet body and a long snake-like neck crawled out of the deep pit.

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect to see Korakshu here.

Korakshu's pupils were cruel, his dragon mouth tore bloody flesh, and his wide wings flapped up choking smoke.

Dadada...

In the dust, a black figure walked out slowly.

Rhaegar watched silently, his eyes showing a hint of coldness.

No wonder Rhaenys couldn't speak, it turned out that Daemon took the opportunity to slip in.

It seems that the pain of losing his son has healed, and he ran out to show his presence.

He waved to the nearest Fearless, and a spear fell into his hand.

"Uncle, a little gift for you!"

Rhaegar's voice was gentle, and the corners of his mouth opened a curve.

With a wave of his big hand, the spear was thrown out like a meteor, accurately locking onto the figure in the dust.

As for whether he will die, it depends on whether the Stranger will take him in.

Tyrosh is not messing around enough, running to his territory to act wild.

Bang——

The spear rushed straight into the dust with speed and accuracy.

"Hiss..."

Korakshuu was the first to sense the danger and made a piercing and ear-piercing cry.

The black-clothed figure dodged and the spear narrowly passed by his head.

The tip of the spear stabbed into the ruins with a thud, and the wooden spear shaft exploded under the force.

"Well, you are really lucky."

Rhaegar saw it clearly and snorted coldly.

Pah pah...

A round of applause sounded in the dust, and the figure gradually revealed its true appearance.

Daemon walked out steadily and said with a nonchalant smile: "Nephew, you almost killed your uncle."

A big cut was scratched on his left cheek, and a trace of blood oozed out.

If he hadn't been good at fighting and dodged quickly, I'm afraid the spear would have been nailed in his face.

Rhaegar looked disappointed and said regretfully: "Uncle, it's a pity that you are still alive."

He is a real troublemaker. Where there is fun, there is no him.

Why isn't there a spear nailed to the ruins?

During the conversation, he saw Daemon holding something in his hand.

Two heavy books were tucked under his left arm, and a dragon egg was dragged in his right hand.

Rhaegar's eyes fixed.

The book was ordinary, with a red dragon wearing a crown on the cover.

The dragon egg was scarlet, and the shell was covered with a layer of slag, and it had become a fossil.

Feeling the gaze of his good nephew, Daemon weighed the fossil dragon egg twice and said lightly: "Do you like it? There are many in the deep pit, all of which are in the arms of the rioters."

"Is it really a dragon king site underground?"

Ignoring the teasing in his voice, Rhaegar only cared about the main point.

Daemon nodded and said: "Yes, a dragon king family named "Fiznik", half of Myr's land once belonged to them."

As he spoke, he walked to the side of Korakshu.

Swish...

The Fearless acted quickly, holding a spear and surrounding him.

Damon's expression remained unchanged, completely ignoring the dozens of Dreadnoughts.

"Hiss!!"

Korakshu stretched his neck and roared at the little bugs that dared to approach within ten feet.

The Dreadnoughts were facing a great enemy, suppressing their fear and not taking a step back.

Damon glanced at it and gave his evaluation: "Not bad."

A man and a dragon stood next to each other, full of deterrence.

"Back off."

Rhaegar came back to his senses and waved his hand.

Daemon's face was calm, and he said: "This site is one of the shelters left by the Fitznik family. It's a pity that it was not used. There are still many good things in it."

"Will you leave it to me?"

Rhaegar looked at him and was very distrustful.

Daemon smiled: "Whatever you think, I have already got what I want."

After that, he climbed onto the dragon's back swiftly and stuffed the two books preciously into his arms.

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp, staring straight at his good uncle's chest.

Tell him directly that Daemon got something good.

Experience tells him that knowledge is wealth.

"Roar..."

The glutton roared, and his green vertical pupils stared at Korakshu, exuding a terrible momentum like a dark cloud pressing down on the city.

Rhaegar pursed his lips and smiled, and there was danger hidden under his smile.

You want to leave after taking the things, what do you think he is?

Korakshuu lowered his neck cautiously, and let out a warning growl from his throat, always on guard against the dragon-eating species.

The two dragons confronted each other, and the air around them seemed to drop to zero degrees.

In the end, Daemon was the first to give in, and threw the dragon egg fossil to his nephew, saying awkwardly: "I borrowed the book from you, and I'll return it to you after reading it."

Rhaegar caught the dragon egg fossil easily, and his smile with a strong sense of danger disappeared.

He waved his hand like he was shooing away a fly, and did not forget to warn: "Be careful with the knowledge in the book, and return it in seven days!"