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After these days of serious reflection, she discarded many naive parts of her character, and she didn't think that the Tyrell family would be kind enough to help her regain the Iron Throne for free.

Zhang Cheng didn't answer this question, but turned around and looked at the "Queen of Thorns" whose eyes kept shining.

About two or three minutes later, Olenna Redwyne seemed to think of something, and a hint of amusement appeared on her wrinkled face: "You can restore the Targaryen dynasty and become the only queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, in return , after you succeed, you must appoint my son to be the Hand of the King, and the leader of the Kingsguard must also be a knight of House Tyrell."

"You want to treat me like a puppet?!"

Hearing such harsh conditions, even if Daenerys was mentally prepared, she couldn't help being irritated.

"Don't say it so harshly, I just hope that the efforts of the Tyrell family can be rewarded accordingly. What's more, you haven't proved yourself to be a qualified ruler, how can we rest assured that we will hand over power to you On hand?" Olenna Redwyne asked sternly.

Daenerys was undoubtedly stopped by the question, and she stood there clenched her fists tightly, her heart filled with anger.

Just when she didn't know how to refute, Zhang Cheng suddenly interjected: "Ma'am, isn't it too early to discuss how to share the fruits of victory? Don't you forget that the Tyrell family has never been good at war, especially in the face of war?" To Lannister, who has experienced many battles. I suggest that you better abandon your arrogance and prejudice first, and sit down to discuss a feasible cooperation plan."

"What about you?" Olenna Redwyne tentatively asked.

"Me? I'm ready for the upcoming battle! A real magical war! You who are obsessed with power struggles will never understand what I'm after..."

Chapter 222 The Second Dragon Egg

In the middle of the night, on the dark and secluded lowermost floor of the towering tower, a dragon egg shining with silver-gray luster was placed in the center of a huge magic circle, surrounded by dozens of ironborn captives who were tightly tied up with ropes.

I saw them all emotional, their eyes full of fear, struggling desperately to escape.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't loosen the rope a little bit, and because their mouths were blocked, they couldn't shout or curse, they could only make a whining sound of unknown meaning.

"Be quiet! As I have said many times, please do not resist or struggle, that will only add extra pain. Remember, you are atoning for the evil you have committed, and you are doing a great experiment Devotion. Mortals are mortal, so instead of living to hurt others, it’s better to use your own death to make some contribution, isn’t it?” Zhang Cheng satirized without turning his head while pouring the blood with a strong fishy smell into the groove. road.

Each of these captives who were about to become sacrifices for magic rituals killed countless innocent civilians after invading Old Town, so there was no anxiety, guilt or other emotions in his heart, let alone the slightest bit of pity. Some are just disgusting and cruel.

As the dark red blood slowly flowed, the originally quiet magic circle suddenly shot out a strange black light. The captives seemed to be corroded by some kind of evil force. The whole body began to tremble violently, and the blood vessels seemed to explode. It was thick and hideous, and in just a few minutes, the body began to age and shrink, and finally became a lifeless withered corpse.

The dragon egg in the center of the magic circle, instead of being affected by any adverse effects, revealed a surge of death energy.

Just when Zhang Cheng was going to check the dragon eggs, the closed basement door suddenly creaked.

I saw Moroya wearing a long black dress pass through the crack of the door, quickly came to the front, and reported in a low voice: "Master, Daenerys Targaryen has boarded the ship and is heading towards King's Landing with the Tyrell family. According to your instructions, I set a shadow magic on her body to prevent accidents."

"Very good! You are much more useful and capable than I expected. It seems that I made the right choice to keep your life. At least with your help, I managed to get the second dragon egg. Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand and gently brushed the other party's pointed chin and slender and smooth neck.

"No! Master! It's my honor to serve someone like you!" Moroya responded with a frenzied expression.

After a period of training, her mind was completely distorted. Not only did she forget her hatred, but she also developed an almost crazy obsession.

Of course, this obsession includes not only the desire for powerful magical knowledge, but also the worship and admiration for the master.

With the help of the pocket watch's wonderful charm and hypnotic ability, and a little knowledge of psychology, Zhang Cheng successfully created a loyal assistant to him, a qualified cannon fodder who can die for him at critical moments.

It has to be said that at the beginning, he just wanted a puppet with less rebellious emotions, but for some reason, since that night, Moloya Hightower seemed to be a different person, and even killed several herself brothers and sisters, simply because they might threaten the dominion of Oldtown.

Zhang Cheng is not a psychologist, and he doesn't know how to pry into other people's minds, so he doesn't understand what kind of great changes have taken place in this woman. The only thing he knows is that the relationship between the two is very beneficial to him.

With Moroya's assistance, whether it's conducting various complex researches or modifying the attack form of the towering tower, the progress has been accelerated a lot.

Feeling the delicate touch from his palm, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and he asked in a slightly playful tone: "Tell me, what is Beth doing recently? The potion you prepared didn't cause her too much harm, right?"

"Beth has lost her memory, and she is currently staying drunk in the tavern all day. To be precise, she has forgotten everything that happened in the past few months. The effect of the medicine is very good, and there is no side effect at all." Moluoya swore.

"Interesting, send someone to observe her every move at all times. I don't want anyone to know that there is an unhatched dragon egg in the towering tower. Do you understand?" There was a hint of warning in Zhang Cheng's tone, and his eyes revealed Dangerous light.

Apparently, after learning that Beth's father had hidden a dragon egg, he ordered Moroya to take full responsibility for tracking down the whereabouts.

After a month and a half of searching and monitoring, the silver-gray dragon egg was finally found in Dalia's coffin.

Unlike the one that hatched Kuro Kerba, this egg was confirmed dead when it was discovered, and there was no sign of life in it.

Maybe to people in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, dead dragon eggs are of no value, but to Zhang Cheng, dead dragon eggs can also be hatched.

The only difference is that a normal dragon is hatched from a living egg, while a series of complicated and evil magic rituals are required to hatch from a dead dragon egg to hatch another dead dragon with a completely different life form.

You must know that in the world of Azeroth, the Scourge has already invented the magic to transform the frost dragon and the plague dragon.

As the magical kingdom of Dalaran, it is natural to obtain some relevant information through many channels. Zhang Cheng adopted the most direct and simplest method, which is to sacrifice a large number of living humans and reinfuse the dead eggs with pain and death. vitality.

As for what kind of dragon can be hatched in the end, he himself is not very clear.

Moroya didn't know how dangerous the young man standing in front of her was trying, so she lifted her skirt and bowed gracefully: "Understood! Please rest assured, as long as Bess shows any signs of recovering her memory, I will go there personally." Deal with it. Besides, my sister Linice will be back soon, have you figured out how to deal with her?"

"Lyneth? The woman who caused Jorah Mormont to be exiled, and later escaped to become the concubine of the trade prince Tragg O'Mollen?" Zhang Cheng had a surprised expression on his face.

"Yes! My sister Linice is a well-known beauty. Maybe you can choose not to kill her, but imprison her. She is more valuable alive than dead." Moroya nodded and suggested.

"Okay, let me know when she arrives in Old Town. I'd also like to see how beautiful this woman is who can make Jorah Mormont fall in love at first sight. Oh, by the way, go to the dungeon and bring some ironborn captives, if If I want the dragon eggs to hatch, I need to sacrifice more." After that, Zhang Cheng ignored Mo Luoya and focused on checking the status of the dragon eggs.

After all, this is the first time to try to use extremely dangerous undead magic, and he doesn't want to create an uncontrollable terrifying monster...

Chapter 223 Birth

Undoubtedly, as a Dalaran mage, necromancy has never been an aspect that Zhang Cheng is good at. To be precise, he has never even practiced even a little bit of practice before, and the only thing he has is obtained from books. A small amount of theoretical knowledge.

In particular, transforming a dead egg into a new life form not only requires extremely superb magical attainments, but also requires taking huge unknown risks.

However, for him, this is a rare opportunity to accumulate experience. At least in Azeroth and Magic Earth, conducting such a large-scale undead magic experiment will definitely be wanted and hunted down.

With a strong expectation, he started the merciless slaughter of the captives. In just a few days, hundreds of ironmen and pirates were sacrificed, and the horrific withered corpses piled up like mountains.

I don't know why, but the vitality revealed in the dragon egg is getting stronger and stronger, but there is no sign of hatching at all...

"Strange, why haven't I transformed yet? Did I do something wrong?" Zhang Cheng muttered to himself while frowning, while gently stroking the eggshell surrounded by a large amount of black mist.

Due to the large number of sacrifices, the terrifying breath of death in the dragon egg has begun to overflow. Any ordinary person who approaches, is afraid that the energy will invade the body in an instant, causing serious illness at the slightest, and dying on the spot and being transformed into an undead. biology.

Obviously, he can't look up the information now, nor can he ask the Dalaran archmage for advice. The only thing he can do is to wait patiently and pray that he doesn't remember every step described in the book wrongly.

One day passed, and the dragon eggs did not hatch...

Three days have passed, and the dragon eggs have not hatched...

A week has passed, and the dragon eggs still haven't hatched...

Half a month has passed, and the dragon egg is still in a half-life state...

At this time, the strong breath of death emanating from the surface of the dragon egg began to make Zhang Cheng feel frightened. The eggshell, which was originally silver-gray, had already turned pure black under the influence of energy, and the surface was densely covered with The magic pattern symbolizing death.It was as if a terrifying life form was being bred in that cloud of black smoke.

When he was a little unsure whether the situation was a little out of his control, Moroya suddenly pushed open the door and broke in.

This woman with a completely distorted and morbid psychology first glanced at the mummy piled up on the ground with lingering fear, and then quickly walked up to her and said cautiously: "Master, bad news, there are no living prisoners in our dungeon. Besides, my My sister, Linice, has also just arrived in port, but she didn't come back alone, but brought the trade prince Tragg O'Meren and a whole fleet."