Chapter 595 The Glutton's Hibernation

The path of the tunnel extends in all directions, and from time to time the crystals of various colors of minerals shine.

Rhaegar searched for the buried history based only on his feelings.

While it's still early, you must explore Fire Peak.

Just walking into the dark tunnel, the fire magic in the air was very strong.

With every breath, the heart can filter out every trace of pure magic power, subtly strengthening the body.

"Hiss-"

Halfway through the tunnel, a dragon's roar sounded like thunder through the tunnel, shaking the top of the head with rustling gravel.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he raised the real fire to identify a fork.

Without saying a word, he accelerated and rushed into it.

…

Boom——

The glutton has sharp green vertical pupils, its huge body fills the crowded mine, and its pale and curved dragon horns scratch many broken minerals.

In front of the giant dragon, the ground surged violently, forming pits.

"roar……"

The glutton roared ferociously, and the dragon's kiss spilled out strands of green dragon flame, ready to spurt out at any moment.

There, there were several abominations.

"Hiss..."

With a sharp scream, the pits exploded one after another, and monsters covered in red emerged.

The monster's mouth was slit, and its thick body crushed the gravel, like a death worm that could swallow life at any time.

"Hiss-"

A mouthful of green dragon flame was spit out, and the glutton pounced on it quickly.

Accompanied by a stabbing sound of flesh tearing, blood splashed everywhere in the mine, and soft red meat stuck everywhere.

"Hiss..."

The monsters resisted vigorously and tried to wrap themselves around the thick dragon claws.

Phew!

The glutton's vertical pupils were full of cunning and cruelty. The dragon's claws were raised and lowered, and they were crushed into flesh in an instant.

boom--

A monster opened its ugly mouthparts and spewed out red flames like acid.

The glutton was experienced in fighting and turned his head to avoid his fragile eyes.

Red flames sprayed on the dragon's neck, and white smoke emitted from the pitch-black scales, burning out wisps of white smoke.

"Hiss-"

The glutton felt a slight sting, and with uncontrollable anger in his heart, he stretched his neck and bit it into pieces.

Gulu~~

The dragon's teeth chewed up the rotten meat, and swallowed it into his belly mixed with the burning heat of the fishy smell.

Suddenly, I felt full.

"roar……"

The glutton's eyes flashed with confusion as he licked the dragon's kiss with his scarlet tongue, feeling a bit addictive.

Turning around, I saw groups of monster corpses strewn across the field.

Either the remaining half of the body is trying to crawl back into the ground, or it is twisting the broken body and screaming miserably.

The glutton's nose twitched slightly, smelling the aura of disgust that he instinctively rejected.

After a pause, he opened his dragon's kiss and picked up half of the monster's remains, chewing it with blood splashing everywhere.

"Glutton!"

Suddenly, the driver's shout came from the entrance of the mine.

Rhaegar ran over in one breath and couldn't help but stop when he saw this situation.

"Hiss-"

The glutton ate happily, roared at the driver, and continued to devour the corpses.

Not to mention, it smells like a dragon.

Like the young dragons that hunted in the past, the soft flesh felt as hot as fire, emitting a special kind of heat.

Rega's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "Fire Dragon Insect!?"

"roar……"

The glutton seemed to be responding, picking up a piece of the wreckage and throwing it in front of the driver, causing hot blood to burst out.

"Careful, man!"

Rhaegar stepped back and stared at the broken fire dragon insect.

Great-grandfather King Renrui's prime minister and good friend, the famous Monk Bath in Westeros, once wrote a book "Dragons, Saurons, and Pterodactyls: The Unnatural Evolution of the Dragon Tribe".

Among them, there are records of "fire dragon insects" or "dragon maggots", magical creatures that only exist in the land of Long Summer.

See it with your own eyes and feel it differently.

"Dragon maggots are not a good ingredient."

Rhaegar used his sword to pick up the finely scaled remains, alerting the gluttons who were feasting.

Whether it's Ancient Valyria or the works of Monk Bath.

Dragons and dragon maggots are natural enemies, attacking each other in the sky and on the ground.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the two share the Fourteen Fire Peaks as their lair, causing territorial struggles between races.

Even though Dragon Maggot has an invulnerable body and the ability to breathe fire, it still can't stop any giant dragon.

The giant dragon cannot burrow into the ground, leaving maggots a chance to reproduce.

But are dragon maggots really edible?

"Hang Chih Chih..."

The glutton answered him with action. The strong dragon claws plowed through the ground, plucking out the escaping dragon maggots and swallowing them in one gulp.

"All right."

In this case, Rhaegar chose to agree.

In the deep soul connection, I feel the dragon's possessiveness for food.

Every time I take a bite, a huge amount of fire magic appears in my body.

That kind of fire magic is particularly violent and evil.

Rhaegar's fire magic is like a gurgling clear spring, and fish swimming in the water can be seen clearly.

The glutton's fire power is restless, like a firecracker that can be lit at any time.

The fire magic produced after swallowing dragon maggots is like lava erupted from a volcano, mixed with ashes and smoke, and full of ominous and harmful substances.

Miraculously, the gluttons chewed the food, and the flesh and blood decomposed into their stomachs.

Bang bang!

Rhaegar noticed something strange and touched his chest where his heartbeat was racing.

Bring up the system panel.

【Rhaegar Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Dragonborn (61%)

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

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

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

Evaluation: "Descendants of Valyria, returning to the embrace of the land of long summer."

After reading it in detail, except for a slight increase in the number in the bloodline column, the rest has not changed.

His eyes fell on [Pure Water], and Rhaegar guessed the reason.

One person and one dragon share the ability to detoxify, so the glutton dares to swallow the dragon maggots that are harmful to flesh and blood.

"Hiss——"

The glutton's green eyes were excited, and he ate the last piece of dragon maggot flesh and blood, and his huge body crashed into another tunnel.

"Where are you going?"

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, feeling an inexplicable heat.

Boom——

What responded to him was broken stones, and the black dragon rushed forward, forcibly expanding the tunnel.

Crack! Crack!

The glutton stuck his head out to sniff, found a mine pit buried with fiery red ore, and buried his head to chew it up.

Rhaegar followed closely and saw the scene of the dragon eating stones.

The next moment

Rhaegar's pupils suddenly shrank, and he absorbed the fire magic power that was so rich that it was about to form a substance.

Each of the unmined fiery red ores was like a bonfire in the dark night, emitting a scorching temperature.

"This kind of ore naturally contains fire magic."

Rhaegar murmured.

The glutton ate very quickly, quickly gnawing away the fiery red ores on a wall until he could no longer swallow it.

He stretched out his thick neck and burped deeply.

The glutton shook his body gently, curled up on the edge of the pit, and closed his vertical pupils that were shining brightly.

After a while, he took a long and hot breath, as if he was going to sleep.

Rhaegar showed a look of surprise.

It seems that the dragon maggots and the fiery red ores provide the glutton with enough energy.

The last time he hibernated, he devoured the dead wild dragon Mogul.

The glutton slept for three days and three nights, and when he woke up, his body size increased greatly, surpassing Vhagar, who was the largest at the time.

Rhaegar smiled slightly and said hopefully, "How far can you grow when you return to the Land of Long Summer?"

Before setting foot in the Land of Long Summer, I only had a vague concept of ancient Valyria.

Only when I really set foot here can I know the difference.

The rich fire magic in the air and the special mineral deposits nurtured in the fire peaks.

No wonder the Black Death, Balerion, is so huge.

A dragon born in the Land of Long Summer has a starting point that exceeds the dragons that have hatched in Westeros.

Rhaegar was in a trance for a moment and whispered, "No wonder Balerion was chased by several dragons in Daenys's dream."

I'm afraid it's because he swallowed too many special minerals in the Fourteen Fire Peaks and encountered joint resistance from other dragons.

Crack!

Rhaegar broke off a piece of fiery red ore with his bare hands and felt the relatively abundant fire magic.

The growth of dragons cannot be separated from the nourishment of fire magic.

The existence of the Fourteen Fire Peaks is simply a growth dish for giant dragons.

Rhaegar's thoughts turned, and he crushed the ore with force, and the fire magic lingered between his five fingers.

Unfortunately, the fire magic is too complex and not suitable for large-scale absorption.

"If you want to use it, you must purify the impurities bit by bit."

Rhaegar looked at the fiery red ore inlaid on the four stone walls, and his eyes showed a trace of deep thought.

It is not suitable for humans to absorb, but it can be fed to dragons.

It must be used.

...

At night.

King's Landing, Red Castle.

"She sent me a letter."

A low voice sounded, blowing the dim candlelight.

Helena knelt on the carpet, silently sewing a girl's dress.

"You can keep silent, sister."

Aemond sat cross-legged on the other side, took the candlestick and stirred the wick, stimulating the candle to become brighter.

Helena lowered her head and still said nothing.

"The Dornish people don't deserve sympathy, do they?"

Aemond turned his head and tried to find recognition.

In the dim room, the siblings were back to back.

Helena had no expression, immersed in her own world.

Just like being a listener since childhood.

"Alas."

Emond sighed imperceptibly, his back slightly bent, wanting to rely on the other party but hesitating.

Helena glanced at him, lowered her head and bit off the thread, reminding him: "You should go back."

Who can discipline a child who made mistakes since childhood?

She is a sister, she can't hold the sword "Changxia" and stab her brother to death.

Go away!

Emond was slightly embarrassed, and saw the little dress embroidered with a purple flower, and changed the subject: "You want to dress my nephew as a girl?"

"Different seeds will bloom different flowers."

Helena's tone was indifferent, and she no longer took anything seriously.

"Okay."

Emond didn't understand, but he knew that his sister didn't welcome him.

"I'm going to patrol the Red Castle, you go to bed early."

He got up and put on his sword, and reluctantly pushed open the door.

He also wanted his sister to stay with him for a while longer.

Although they didn't quite understand each other, the blood relationship made both sides feel at ease.

Bang——

The door closed gently, but it still made a dull sound.

Helena raised her head, and a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes.

She got up and searched the basket where the spools were stored, and took out another boy's clothes to sew.

Silently, she continued to sew.

…

Narrow Sea, outside Crab Island.

In the silent night, the waves were surging.

Clusters of fire appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the outline of a huge fleet.

On the wide sails, there were purple shells and golden scales.

They represent Braavos and Pentos respectively.

Boom, boom, boom——

A thunder-like drum sound rang out, spreading across most of the sea.

Under the night, another fleet crossed Crab Bay.

On the sails, the family emblem of a crescent-shaped eagle was painted.