Darkseid is going to Dorne Sunspear City. He often rode a dragon between the two places before. This time he has been away for two years and cannot return to Tyrosh, Lionel, Geralt, Sauron, Lilith and Bai.
Some children were asked to see him off in the castle square.
In particular, Werther's children have not been separated since they were young. Now they have given all their treasured gifts to Daxek, and Lilith has been crying.
"He can't go back to Tyrosh, but he didn't say we can't go to Sunspear to find him." Lionel kept comforting him.
"Really?" Lilith stopped crying and looked at her brother with tears on her face and full of expectation.
"Probably!" Lionel wasn't sure either. Werther didn't say anything about it, what if Nymeria gave another order.
Geralt walked up to Daxek, took out a rolled book from his clothes and handed it to him quietly: "This is my treasured picture book, don't let your adoptive father find it!"
Darkseid opened the book and glanced at the cover. He found a blonde woman without clothes and quickly stuffed it into his clothes: "I understand, even if I find it, I won't say that you gave it to me."
He is not old enough to think about these things yet, but studying magic requires studying the structure of the human body.
"Good brother!" Geralt pulled Darkseid's arm: "I am also going out for training. I don't know when we will meet next time."
Draxel: "Where are you going? Volantis?"
"Northern Territory, I want to go to the Northern Territory first to see my inexplicable father." Geralt patted two long swords on his back, one black and one white.
Robb was 13 years old when he went out to practice with Ashara and Jon. Geralt is also 13 years old this year. In addition to being a little thin and close to an adult in height, after hearing Ashara talk about the great achievements of that year, he was full of tears.
It’s the thought of running away.
Geralt looked down upon Robb very much, thinking that he was a useless person despite having no strength, and stayed in the North all year round. He often told everyone that he should educate Robb, who had abandoned his mother.
"Don't mess around! I heard Arianne say that even the Stark family doesn't know that Robb has a son like you. If you provoke Robb into a fight, I'm afraid he won't hold back."
Prince Lionel knew some of what had happened in the North from the documents in the Red Keep. The North was not as bad as the rumors said, and Robb was also a master who killed countless people.
"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to provoke him to kill me. I just want to disgust him!" Geralt wiped his short white hair back, and his yellow hair suddenly stood up in a straight line.
He was thinking that the magic and martial arts taught to him by his adoptive father Werther were the same as Robb's. He also passed the Trial of Green Grass, was proficient in Tyene's alchemy, and practiced martial arts with Ashara. His level should be able to blast Robb.
,Bar?
"Brother, you have to guard Sunspear's secret base!" Sauron said to Darkseid, holding Quili's hand.
Werther told several children the story of fighting with their mother in the garden of Sunspear when they were young. They admired Werther's record of one against four, with a small victory over a large one.
After a few people learned magic, they used magic to dig a small cave under the fountain in Sunspear's garden. The entrance of the cave was covered with a stone slab, and their favorite toys were hidden inside. They always thought that Werther had never discovered it.
"I not only have to defend it, but also expand it!" Darkseid has already thought about it. In addition to learning knowledge from books during his two years in Sunspear, magic experiments are also indispensable. The serious experiments are conducted in the study room.
Some dangerous experiments are done in secret bases.
"This is what Duke Werther gave you." Quilizia handed a hardcover magic book to Darkseid.
Taking the book, Darkseid looked at the big words on the cover: "Free magic? Isn't this a theoretical study that has never been finalized?"
Quili: "Duke Werther knows that you are very smart and have read most of the magic books. He bound this book with his own hands yesterday and asked me to give it to you. It is full of proven theories."
"Thank you." Darkseid thanked Quili, and also thanked his father, Wit, who was not here to see him off.
Baimeng: "Brother, we will visit you often!"
"Hahaha, you need to get more familiar with Jinlong. Every time we fly long distances, we have to stop and wait for you." Darkseid reached out and rubbed the smooth hair of his two-year-old brother Baimen, then took a deep breath and looked at him.
The sky roared:
"klgravn!"
The people in Tyrosh City did not even turn their heads after hearing the dragon language magic that summoned the dragon. They were doing what they were doing. They were numb after hearing it too much. Only the window of the master bedroom of the castle was opened, and Nymeria explored
He came out and looked at his son in the square.
"It's time for me to go!" Darkseid sensed that his black dragon was accelerating from Skull Island.
While waiting for the dragon to arrive, Sauron said to Darkseid: "Have you all been to the Dragon Cult headquarters under the castle?"
"Except for Lilith who was afraid of the dark and only went there once, don't we all go there often and stay there for a long time." Darkseid replied.
The red mask covered Kui Lizard's smiling face. The headquarters of the Dragon Worship Cult was crowded with people, except for a few children who were afraid of drilling holes and always thought there was something scary inside. They were always startled every time they went there.
"I found a hidden room with illusions in the warehouse on the bottom floor. I used shadow magic to go in and take a look. There was a box inside, and in the box was a sheepskin scroll with strong magic fluctuations!" Sauron said
Very mysterious.
Lionel: "Isn't it surprising that there are such strange things in Duke Werther's castle?"
Sauron: "I don't like ordinary magic items. The magic contained in that scroll is more powerful than I have ever seen in my life. It is as hot as lava."
"No! You must not touch that thing. I will notify Duke Werther immediately!" Werther was very careful when he took it back. Kui Lizard had seen that scroll before, and it was full of ominous atmosphere.
"No, Wei Lizard, don't inform my father, I swear I will never touch that scroll." Sauron hugged Wei Lizard's waist tightly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Several people have long been accustomed to Sauron and Qui Lizard making intimate gestures. They eat together, study together, train together, and even bathe and sleep together.
They've never been separated.
"You swear!" The red mask revealed his eyes, and Wei Lizard looked at Sauron seriously.
Sauron raised three fingers: "I swear never to touch that scroll!"
"Remember your oath." Wei Lizard gently stroked Sauron's lips with his fingers. On the other hand, Darkseid kept the scroll in mind.
The powerful giant dragon flew from a distance, with a body length of nearly 30 meters from head to tail, and a wingspan of almost 35 meters. Audaweiying said that they are now in the fastest growing stage when they are young.
After reaching a body size of about 40 meters, the growth will slow down, and the temperature of the dragon's flames and the magic power in the body will begin to increase.
Perhaps it will take another ten years for the dragon's head to be wide enough to fight standing on top of it like Veidt. Now they can only ride or stand on the back of the dragon. Tie the gifts given by the brothers and sisters to the dragon's back, Darkseid
Fly west.
"It's just a distribution, and it's so ceremonial." In front of the window sill of the castle's master bedroom, Werther watched a few children chatter for a long time and taunted.
Bang! Nymeria slapped Wirt on the back: "It's not all you. If you want the Dornish nobles to send troops to resist the White Walkers, you must first give them a dragon prince."
Wit squeezed Nymeria's hand that was slapping wildly: "It's all a matter of time anyway. Isn't this a good chance to catch his son?"
"Witt, is Geralt really okay?" Margaery asked, stroking her belly.
"Geralt is really fine. On the contrary, I am more worried about Darkseid. He is too smart, and I am afraid that he will go astray in the future." Veidt regretted giving several children such powerful names.
"He will be the Prince of Dorne in the future, and you and I taught his magic together. No matter how crooked it is, how far can it go?" Tyene's favorite child is the diligent and studious Darkseid.
Witte sat back on the sofa: "I don't know how to predict, I'm just a little worried that he will cause some magical accidents."
"Squeeze my feet for me." Nymeria said without politeness and directly stretched her feet onto Wirt's lap. Kona, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa reading a book, also turned sideways and stretched her feet onto Wirt's legs.
"Look at my skills, I will write a book and pass them on in the future!" Werther began to use magic to pinch the four soles of the two people's feet.
Nymeria manages the military of Dorne and Tyrosh, Tyene manages magic and alchemy, and Kona manages money. Life is much more comfortable with the three of them.
"Haha, I know what you are thinking. Did I ask before? The navy has not returned to port tonight, and there are no commercial activities, so you have no excuse to run out again!" Margery glanced at Werther and said with a smile.
The three of them have now reached the age of wolves and tigers, and Werther would have been unstoppable if it weren't for the fact that 32-year-old Werther was also in the prime of life for men. Now that Margery is here, Werther often sneaks out at night under the pretext of official business.
"How could it be? I'm staying at home tonight and not going anywhere." Vert thought again: "The wedding of my little apprentice Rosamund Lannister is about to be held. It will take a long time to fly continuously to the West. We all
You have to conserve your energy."
"The wedding of William and Rosamund? In the blink of an eye, this little girl is going to get married." Margaery remembered that she took Rosamund to meet someone at the Port of King's Landing. At that time, Rosamund was still a child who had just left home. What?
A little girl who doesn’t understand either.
"We will set off in a few days. I have written to Renly and asked him to ride a dragon to pick you up." Werther said to Margaery.
"Can't I let my son's Blue Dragon Sea Blade carry me?" Margaery thought about how big the blue dragon was.
Witte: "Each dragon's personality will also change due to the dragon knight. Lionel often uses magic, and the body of the Blue Dragon Sea Blade will also jump out of uncontrolled arcs from time to time. You can only wait for it to become proficient in it.
Only then can you ride.”
Margaery: "How long will that take?"
Witte: "Based on the dragon's age, maybe twenty years."
"Lilith's red dragon Judungar is very docile, like a lady. Lilith has carried me flying several times." Triene handed Witte a glass of juice.
Before Werther set out, Geralt had already boarded a passenger ship bound for White Harbor in the north.
The tall and thin figure was wearing Tyroshi-style black mail. The two long swords side by side on his back were covered by a cloak. His white hair was also hidden under his hood. He didn't want people to point fingers at his strange hair color.
"There are no pirates on the journey, it's boring." Geralt stood on the deck and blew in the sea breeze.
The captain who was at the helm heard his words: "Young man, if you are looking for pirates, go to the continent of Essos. Who among us dares to be a pirate? We robbed a ship and the dragon caught up with us in a few days."
"Yes." Geralt knew that Werther had let several young dragon knights use the pirates as targets for practicing dragon combat and magic.
"But our ship holds a competition on the deck every day. The winner will get a roast chicken. If the reward is not huge, just join in the fun. Young man, you look like you are also a knight. Do you want to participate in today's competition?"
The captain suggested.
Passenger ships are different from merchant ships. Merchant ships carry a large amount of cargo in the cabin, while passenger ships mainly carry people. Geralt is not the only one who is bored on this ship. During long journeys, they either go into the cabin to sing, dance, gamble, or compete on the deck.
"Since the captain invited me, I will give it a try."
After dinner, the guests on the ship began their own entertainment activities, and those who liked martial arts gathered on the deck, preparing to participate in this small-scale martial arts competition.
Many people have not yet adapted to the bumps, so there are not many people signing up today. There is still a long way to go, and they will continue to participate in the future.
The first to start the competition were two big men, one wearing a red robe over mail armor, and the other wearing a blue robe. They used the standard battle ax of the Tyrosh Navy. The battle ax and mail armor will be permanently given to the navy after retirement.
Give it to them.
"Young man, who do you want to win?" The captain was from the North. He saw that Geralt was very polite and he was probably a nobleman traveling, so he stayed with him.
"The one in red will win." Geralt crossed his arms with certainty.
"Can you tell me why? The one wearing blue clothes is much bigger than the other person."
"Both of them are retired Tyrosi navy. The tall man in blue must be an oarsman. The man in red, judging from the moves he uses, should be axe-handling, archery and boarding combat."
Not long after Geralt finished speaking, the man in red had indeed won.
"There are only four people who signed up today, it's your turn now," the captain said.
Geralt nodded. He came to the center of the deck and did not take off his cloak. He only lifted it up and drew out his black long sword before assuming a fighting stance.
"Siren! Valyrian Steel Sword Siren! He is the magician Geralt and cannot participate in the competition!" The winner in red just now shouted from the side.
"Fuck!" Geralt pulled down his hood and stepped aside depressedly.
Magicians cannot participate in jousting. Now many magicians have begun to propose abolishing this law, or allowing magician jousting to be held separately, but King Renly has never agreed.
"Fortunately, you recognized him, otherwise I would have been miserable." The man who was preparing to compete with Geralt felt very lucky.
The Siren retains the original smoky black color of Valyrian steel, and the hilt is unremarkable. Geralt did not add any decorations after acquiring it.
The shape of the sword blade is very unique, with many strange raised stripes and small holes. When it dances, the sword blade will make a piercing scream when it cuts through the air. The sound can be heard hundreds of meters away, and the listener will feel extremely irritated.
If magic power is injected into it, it can make the ears of those fighting around the user bleed.