Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Understanding that what the Three-Eyed Crow said was true, Clay suddenly thought of a question. Since he had obtained the dragon egg, as a descendant of the Targaryen family, why didn't the former Duke of Blood Raven fly with the dragon himself?

His eyes fell on this unfortunate creature possessed by the Three-Eyed Crow. Thinking of the three-eyed crow's current appearance, Clay instantly understood the reason.

This is actually a matter of order. When he was the Duke of Blood Crow, he had never been in contact with this dragon egg, and he had no magic power. But when he became the Green Seer and symbiotic with magic power, he could no longer escape from this dragon egg. A state.

This is really a kind of black humor. Everything is so unlucky, which makes the resurrection of the dragon a hundred years late.

High temperature doesn't matter. As long as the environmental conditions are right, it's easy to achieve. It doesn't take much to light a fire. Anyway, Daenerys's practical experience tells Clay that no matter how high the temperature is, the dragon eggs will not turn into baked eggs.

The magic problem is not too big. If it doesn't work, he will go to Winterfell again, touch the heart tree with one hand and inject magic into the dragon egg with the other hand. Tsk, he is really brave.

The most troublesome thing is the special blood. The style of this thing is very fantasy. Targaryen can control dragons, Velaryon of Tidal Head Island can also control dragons, and even illegitimate children with mixed blood can control dragons.

But what exactly is the principle of this thing? Clay didn't know, but he was certain that the bloodline came from the Mandalay family of the Andals, and their blood couldn't resonate with dragons.

"Special blood, how can I fulfill this condition? I am not a Targaryen, and my ancestors have never intermarryed with them."

The three-eyed crow shook his head and said calmly:

"No, your understanding of bloodline has gone awry. Of course, this is not your problem. If I had not become my Lord's agent, I would not know the so-called secrets of bloodline."

Clay became curious about the "my lord" in His mouth. The power of the Three-Eyed Crow itself, in addition to influencing others subtly and controlling creatures to open up the entire picture, also has a very important power to review history and preview the future.

No matter how you look at it, this Three-Eyed Crow and the master behind him have a bit of a world history recorder.

Clay stood there, waiting for the Three-Eyed Crow to say more about the bloodline.

"My Lord told me that there were dozens of dragon kings in the ancient Valyrian Empire, and their descendants could all control dragons. But have you ever thought about why ordinary Valyrian people don't have dragons?"

"The truth is that the bloodlines of the nearly fifty Dragon King families are, strictly speaking, high-level Valyrian bloodlines that are different from ordinary Valyrians."

"Dragon is a creature made of magic and fire. The so-called high Valyrian bloodline is actually a natural affinity for fire magic. Only people with this bloodline can control giant dragons and communicate with creations of this fire magic. .”

"And you, the agent of the alien god, your body is an existence that I cannot understand. Not long ago, in the school grounds of this fortress, I observed you using fire magic. In my field of vision, you once used it again. A defensive magic of unknown composition and a spiritual magic the likes of which I have never seen.”

"This subverts my knowledge, because in my knowledge system, various magics are in conflict with each other, just like ice and fire cannot coexist, and you are an exception..."

"Sometimes I even wonder whether the god behind you was once a powerful god who was annihilated in the era of powerful magic, and you are his representative in the human world after his resurrection."

It was a long paragraph, but Clay remembered every word carefully, because it was about the lost history of this world and the knowledge about the origin of the world.

Rubbing his fingers unconsciously on the hilt of the sword, Clay tried his best to digest the information. Soon, he sorted out his thoughts.

"So, according to you, I can use fire magic, so I can also communicate with dragons. Does this mean that I can control dragons like the Targaryens?"

"No, that's not the case."

The Three-Eyed Raven gave an answer that disappointed Clay.

"Physique and ability are not the same thing. If you can control dragons by using fire magic, then you are underestimating the high Valyrian bloodline. What is important is not ability, but bloodline."

"You can use fire magic, but you may not be familiar with the magic itself. This involves the knowledge recorded by our Lord and is not what we are going to discuss today."

"I have brought you a solution to the bloodline problem."

"With true dragon blood, there are only two young dragons in the Narrow Sea in this world, one hiding among the wolves, and one standing alone in the Great Wall. Unfortunately, you don't have the ability to get close to them."

"But you are lucky, because I was once the owner of the true dragon bloodline."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ni stood aside blankly, like a sculpture. Ado took out a transparent glass bottle from somewhere.

Through the impure glass, Clay saw what was inside it—a mass of dark red liquid.

"This is my blood. It was once filled with the power of my Lord, and now I have withdrawn it."

"Now, mobilize your magic power and feel the power contained in this blood, just like you absorb the magic power of the heart tree..."

The demon hunter system unfolded silently. In Clay's field of vision, the small bottle in front of him was not blood at all, but a burning flame.

He stretched out his hand and held the narrow bottle, and the magic pool's absorption ability was fully activated!

The flame in the bottle was burning quietly, but now it suddenly turned into a stream of fire, flowing into Clay's body along the palm of his hand.

In normal vision, the dark red blood in the bottle suddenly boiled, like boiling water, and began to bubble. A stream of dark red steam floated out of the bottle mouth and poured into Clay's hand.

hot!

That's all Clay feels like right now.

He felt that his right hand was about to turn into ashes. The scorching heat permeated every inch of muscle tissue and bones in his palm and forearm, followed by heartbreaking pain.

This is a completely different kind of pain than when a demon hunter mutates, but there is no doubt that an ordinary person would have reached the limit of his nerves and fainted.

And this feeling, like the body being injected with magma, began to gradually spread upwards with the strong beating of his heart. Clay gritted his teeth and heard the voice of the three-eyed crow in his ears.

"This is a gift from the gods to the dragon kings. As an outsider and the agent of the gods, if you want to enjoy this power, you must pay far more pain than the dragon princes and heirs. This is the price of power."

The magic power in his body surged crazily, desperately rushing towards the scorching outsider entering his blood vessels, but during this period of time, Clay's magic pool was not replenished at all, and he didn't know how long the remaining 120 points of magic power could last.

There was a flicker in front of my eyes, and the voice of the three-eyed crow was like a devout monk reciting scriptures:

"When these blood flows in your body for a week and finally returns to the heart, they will become silent there. You need to mobilize your magic power and try to assimilate them."

"This is creating a brand new bloodline of the Dragon King. It is also a method that only our lord who has survived in the long river of time has. I wish you good luck, agent of the gods..."