Chapter 602: Evenly Divide the Loot

The sun sets.

"Hiss-"

The giant black dragon stepped on the cliffs facing the sea, spread its wings that covered the sky and took off.

On the sea, a fleet flying the flag of House Velaryon set sail.

Looking back at the ruined city-state "Telia", thick smoke billows straight into the sky.

Faintly, the shrill wails of ghosts can be heard.

The patter...

A heavy rain fell, washing away the filthy dragon blood that should have died long ago.

…

The next day.

The sea of ​​smoke and fog obscured the view.

"Hiss..."

On the deck of the slender Sea Serpent, a young dragon with blue scales curled up into a ball.

"Okay, okay,"

Rhaegar stroked the scales and comforted softly: "Be good! Poor little guy."

"Hiss..."

Baoyun blinked his eyes, moved pitifully close to the dragon and kissed it, rubbing it like a baby and screaming at the same time.

On the dragon's body, which is more than ten meters long, there are claw marks that cut through the scales on its chest and lower abdomen.

The side of the neck was the most seriously injured, and the blood could not stop flowing.

This is all the price paid for fighting a certain baby dragon.

"You're not old, you have different tempers."

Rhaegar wrapped an ouroboros around his fingertips and looked up at the sky.

Above the mist, a dark dragon shadow enveloped the fleet, like a huge protective umbrella.

"Hiss!"

A young black dragon flew below, playing around the fleet's masts.

After a dance of blood, several dragons became honest.

"Ahem..."

A gust of salty sea breeze blew by, and Rhaegar coughed a few times.

Baoyun twisted the dragon's head, doubts flashed across his vertical pupils.

"His Majesty!"

The sea snake came from behind, carrying a large group of people with it.

Rega pursed her lips and asked, "Is everything sorted?"

Turning his head, the face under the hood was revealed.

The sea snake was originally full of interest, but suddenly it was like a firecracker that went off silently.

I saw the young king standing tall and straight, with long silver-gold hair flowing naturally, and purple eyes that were deep and lively.

However, the skin is as pale as paper and the cheeks are slightly thin.

Wearing a black robe and standing in the sea breeze, he felt weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

The sea snake swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Since yesterday, the king's image of great appearance has been declining.

Rega touched his cheek and said boldly and carefully: "It doesn't matter, it's just an innocuous sequelae."

"It's innocuous?"

The sea snake was dumbfounded, thinking about how to deal with the pain and itch.

In one night, I almost lost weight.

Rhaegar just smiled and didn't explain much.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (+67%)

Runes: Bronze (green), Ouroboros (blue), Dream-eating Toad (purple)

Blood Witchcraft: Binding Spell (Blue), Dance of Dragons (Purple), Dance of Blood (Purple)...

Relics: Blood and Fire, Vision of Dreams, Pure Water...

Special props: space necklace, dragon horn (exclusive)

Evaluation: "A rare true dragon descendant, it will take time to develop."

First comes the bloodline column, where the bloodline is rapidly purified.

Lei Jia's eyes flashed, and there was a dark flame hidden in the depths of his pupils.

The purification of his blood this time allowed him to gradually master the dragon-born state and better control the flames.

Secondly, Dragon's Horn has now claimed its owner.

The horn blows together to command the dragons.

But that's not all the capabilities of the Dragon's Horn.

Through the "Dragon Dance" and "Blood Dance", you can appease and inspire the dragon's fighting spirit, and exert its full power on the battlefield.

Rhaegar wiped away the space necklace he wore around his neck, and placed a huge horn with an exquisite appearance in it.

Three dragon-shaped inscriptions of different sizes appeared on the metallic luster surface.

One is completely black, the natal mark of a glutton.

The remaining one is black and the other is blue, symbolizing Ilagas and Storm Cloud respectively.

Drops of dragon blood can leave a mark on the inner wall of the dragon's horn, establishing communication regardless of distance.

The message conveyed when recognizing one's master through the dragon's horn.

The top dragon king families will incorporate the imprints of their dragons into their dragon horns.

It is not only convenient for recalling distant partners, but also can control the family dragon to prevent it from being stolen or hunted.

Leijia's dragon-born bloodline subdued the dragon's horn, blew a complete "blood dance", and incorporated the natal imprints of the three dragons one after another.

Therefore, it was a bit debilitating.

“With no one to guide me, I’m really walking on thin ice.”

Rhaegar sighed secretly, but there was nothing he could do.

"Your Majesty, come and see."

Seeing that the king remained silent, the sea snake ordered the sailors to bring in the big box.

The boxes were opened one after another, mostly old antiques.

The sea snake carefully held a sailing ship model and said with hot eyes: "This is an ancient Valyrian ship model. It is said that the sails are woven with magic and can withstand the largest winds and waves."

"Just keep it if you like it."

Rhaegar waved his hand, not taking it seriously.

The model does contain a faint hint of magic, but it is extremely difficult to reproduce.

Moreover, Targaryen enjoys the rights of the sky and the earth, excluding the waves of the sea.

There are too many ships in Old Valyria.

There are countless people who are proficient in magic, and no one has conquered any continent with this skill.

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty!"

The sea snake showed a rare smile and put away the model ship as if it were a treasure.

The Dragon King naturally does not cherish ships, but the Velaryon family, whose blood runs with salt and sea, is extremely thirsty for them.

"Next thing."

Rhaegar said softly.

No matter how good the ships are, they are still Targaryen's vassals.

Now that he has the horn of the dragon, there is no threat within the family. He is not afraid of the vassal becoming stronger through marriage.

He is afraid that he is not strong enough and cannot keep up with the pace.

The sea snake was in high spirits and ordered someone to fetch a weapon.

Half a round shield, pitch black and hard to see clearly.

Rhaegar's eyes were sharp and he recognized it at a glance: "Valyrian steel shield."

"Yes."

The sea snake raised the shield and knocked on the concave shield surface, saying solemnly: "It is really a treasure in the hands of a deformed dragon."

Telia is an isolated city. The people in the city are well-equipped, but they are tattered under the wear and tear of time.

Just like this half shield, the value has depreciated to zero.

Rhaegar glanced at it. The shield was only as big as a basin and could not melt much steel.

He reached out and touched it, but failed to trigger the explorer mission.

The sea snake took a step back and opened a solid wooden box.

Bang!

The lid of the box hit the deck, revealing a dozen fossil dragon eggs and various rare minerals.

What really caught Rhaegar's eye was a curved long sword.

"Dragon Claw!!"

Rhaegar was surprised and delighted, it was really beyond his expectation.

The dragon claw was still the same, with a sword body covered with water ripples, and a hilt and hilt polished like a claw made of dragon bones.

But at this moment, the dragon claw was bent in the middle, as if it was violently grasped.

The cold and sharp blade was covered with gaps and covered with a layer of dust and spider webs.

Even so, it was still as sharp as before.

"My old friend."

Rhaegar smiled happily and held the warm dragon bone hilt again.

"These were all found by Daemon. I heard that they were in a dragon's nest."

The sea snake did not hide anything and took out a glass bottle from his arms: "And this, Daemon also asked me to give it to you."

Rhaegar was looking at the dragon claw with great joy, and took a glance at the bottom of the blood in the glass bottle.

It was hot to the touch, dragon blood without a doubt.

"He's really awkward."

Rhaegar shook his head and laughed, looking sideways at the scarlet dragon shadow in front of the fleet.

The glass bottle contained Korakshu's blood.

Daemon's meaning was very clear, to integrate the mark of this bloodthirsty giant worm into the dragon horn.

This was a symbol of loyalty or returning to the family.

"Who said that a good uncle has no heart."

Rhaegar kept the dragon blood and waited for the sequelae to ease before using it.

The dragon left a mark on the dragon horn, not a slave mark.

It was just a stable communication and assistance in extreme emotions.

It didn't mean that leaving a mark meant that you could control it at will.

In the ancient Valyria period, the relationship between the dragon and the dragon king family was roughly:

The bond between the driver and the dragon was better than the call of the dragon horn to the dragon.

The call was stronger than the command of the "Dragon Dance" and "Blood Dance" on the battlefield.

This decrease was the only way to ensure that the status of the dragon driver remained constant.

It is a wishful thinking fool to think that one can control the dragons with just a magic item.

Besides, who else can blow the dragon horn except the dragonborn?

Blood is not pure enough?

Touch it and you will die, and be engulfed in flames.