Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 44 The Secret of the Bloodline
Knowing that what the Three-Eyed Crow said was true, Clay suddenly thought of a question. Now that he had obtained the dragon egg, as a child of the Targaryen family, why didn't the former Duke of Blood Raven fly to the sky by himself?
His gaze fell on the unlucky creature possessed by the Three-Eyed Crow, and thinking of the current appearance of the Three-Eyed Crow, Clay instantly realized the reason.

This is actually a matter of order. When he was the Duke of Blood Raven, he had never touched the dragon egg, and he had no magic power. However, when he became the Green Prophet and lived with the magic power, he could no longer escape from this dragon egg. kind of state.

This is really a kind of black humor, everything is so unfortunate that the resurrection of the dragon is directly delayed by 100 years.

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

The problem of magic power is not too big, if it doesn't work, he will go to Winterfell again, touch the heart tree with one hand and infuse the dragon egg with magic, tsk, he is really brave.

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

But what exactly is the principle of this thing?Clay didn't know, but he was sure that the blood came from the Manderly family of the Andals, whose blood didn't resonate with dragons.

"Special blood, how do I fulfill this requirement? I am not a Targaryen, and my ancestors never married them."

The Three-Eyed Crow shook his head, with a calm tone:
"No, there is a deviation in your understanding of bloodlines. Of course, this is not your problem. If I hadn't become my lord's representative, I wouldn't know the secrets of the so-called bloodlines."

Clay became curious about the "my lord" in his mouth. The power of the three-eyed crow itself, in addition to subtly influencing others and controlling creatures to open the whole picture, the very important authority is to go back to history and preview the future.

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

Clay stood where he was, waiting for the Three-Eyed Crow's next words about the bloodline.

"My lord told me that there were dozens of dragon kings in the ancient Valyrian Empire, and all their descendants could control dragons, but have you ever wondered why those ordinary Valyrians don't have dragons?"

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

"Dragon is a creature made of magic and fire. The so-called high-level Valyrian bloodline is actually a natural fire-magic-friendly physique. Only people with this bloodline can control dragons and communicate with this fire-magic creation. .”

"And you, Agent of the Ability 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 vision, you have used fire magic again. A defensive magic of unknown composition and a psychic magic of a kind I have not seen."

"This overturned my cognition, because in my knowledge system, various kinds of magic are in conflict, just like ice and fire cannot coexist, and you are an exception..."

"Sometimes I even think about whether the god behind you was once a powerful god who disappeared in the era of powerful magic, and you are his representative in the world after his recovery."

It was a long passage, but Clay took every word seriously in his heart, because it was related to the lost history of this world and the knowledge of the origin of the world.

Fingers rubbing unconsciously on the hilt of the sword, Clay tried his best to digest the information, and soon he sorted out his thoughts.

"So, according to what you said, I can use fire magic, so I can also communicate with dragons, which means that I can control dragons like the Targaryen family?"

"No, not so."

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

"Physique and ability are not the same thing. If you can use fire magic to control dragons, then you will underestimate the high Valyrian bloodline. The important thing is not ability, but bloodline."

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

"I have brought you a solution to the problem of blood."

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

"But you are lucky, because I used to be the owner of the blood of the real dragon."

As soon as the words fell, Ni stood aside blankly, like a sculpture, Ado took out a transparent glass bottle from nowhere.

Through the glass without any impurities, Clay saw what it contained - a mass of dark red liquid.

"This is my blood. It used to be filled with the power of my lord, but now, I have taken back this power."

"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 witcher system unfolded silently. In Clay's vision, the vial in front of him was not blood at all, but a burning flame.

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

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

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

hot!
That's all it feels like for Klay right now.

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

This is a completely different kind of pain from when the demon hunter mutated, but there is no doubt that if it were an ordinary person, his nerves would have reached the limit and passed out long ago.

And this feeling, as if the body was being injected with magma, began to gradually spread upwards with the strong beating of the heart. Clay clenched his teeth tightly, and the voice of the Three-Eyed Crow came from his ears.

"This is a gift from the gods to the Dragon Kings, and as an outsider, an agent of the Ability Gods, if you want to enjoy this power, you must pay far more pain than the Dragon Prince's heirs. This is the price of power."

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

There was some flickering in front of his eyes, and the voice of the three-eyed crow was like a pious monk reciting scriptures:

"When the blood flows through your body for a week and finally returns to the heart, they will be 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, and it is also the method that my lord who has survived the long river of time has. I wish you good luck, agent of the gods..."

(End of this chapter)