Chapter 438
The power of Magic and Spiritual God is real.
For those with transcendent innate talent, magic power is the blessing of the world, giving them an innate possibility of insight into the truth.
But the magic power of the transcendent is too high for the ordinary person, more like a curse than a blessing.
Energy level comparison: magic power of ordinary person transcendent Divine power of Spiritual God
Magic power of transcendent can "curse" ordinary person.
In the face of Spiritual God's divine power, even transcendents are irresistibly infected.
In this world, there are five places suspected to be polluted by high-level dive power: Asshai, Leng, Lands of Long Summer (Valyria), Sothoryos, Rhoyne Sorrows.
Among them, Valyria and Rhoyne Sorrows' "curse" is the most famous.
Valyria cataclysm, the magic power of Spiritual God and Fire Sorcery is raging, people and dragons close to the cataclysm center are directly swallowed by high-energy scorching heat, and those far away are also distorted and deformed in the subsequent magic power radiation .
Chroyane in Rhoyne, known as the Festival City, is the richest and greatest city along the Rhoynar River and the center of the Rhoynar civilization.
In the battle of 250,000 Rhoynar VS Valyria Dragonlord led by Prince Garin, Rhoyne was steamed dry by a hundred dragons, the bustling city was reduced to ruins, and Prince Garin was captured alive by Valyrian in a golden cage.
The Rhoynar civilization was destroyed.
The Mother Goddess "Lorne mother river" of Rhoynar's belief, for the people of oneself, made the final resistance to the invaders: a sudden flood in the middle of the night, pulling Chroyane and all the invaders in it river bottom.
perish together!
Once the capital of the golden plains, receded from the splendor and the color of Summer, surrounded by mist all the year round, became the gray and damp Sorrows, the source of "Greyscale", and the hometown of Shimin (Greyscale patients) .
Greyscale hardens the patient's skin, causing pain and touch loss, and is covered in black and gray spots that are hard to the touch.
In the advanced stage, the patient's tongue and lips first turned to stone, and the ability to speak was lost.
As the day of their death draws closer, the rest of the body will slowly petrify.
In the end, it became a stone men.
A very magical infectious disease.
Well, Greyscale is contagious and can be spread by touch.
When passing by Sorrows, Connington jumped into the river to save Tyrion from falling into the water, but unfortunately oneself was scratched by Shimin, and a finger of his right hand was infected with Greyscale.
The most effective way to verify whether Greyscale is infected is to stab the part touched by the stone people with a knife.
If you're numb and don't feel anything, you're probably infected; if you're in pain and bleeding bright red, you're safe.
So, Connington grabbed Tyrion and said solemnly, "Let me see your dick."
"What did you say?" Tyrion thought that oneself had auditory hallucinations.
"Take off your pants and let me check your dick!" Connington said resolutely.
Tyrion shivered violently, broke free from the opponent's restraint, and said with a pale face: "You are smashing your head on a brick, are you crazy?"
"I... ...." Connington noticed the strange eyes of Aegon, Aemon and the others, his expression froze, he extended the hand again, pulled Tyrion aside, and asked in a low voice, "I'm not crazy, it's a big deal, you have to tell me Seriously, do you feel anything?"
Aware of the solemnity in Connington's eyes, Tyrion reluctantly refrained from pulling away, and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"
"I Do you still feel the part you touched just now?" Connington said solemnly.
Tyrion's back was spiky with white sweat.
He stared wide-eyed at Connington's gallant square-faced in horror, his calves shaking.
"You, you, what do you mean?" he asked weakly.
"I ask you, do you still feel after your dick was touched by me..." Connington just explained, Tyrion retracted his arm in horror.
Connington felt restless, so he walked over again impatiently, holding Tyrion's head with his right hand and reaching out with his left...
"Don't struggle, let me Squeeze again and see if you still feel it." He whispered.
Suddenly, Tyrion remembered a rumor he had heard at King's Landing: Renly and Knight of the Flowers were nothing, when Jon Connington was with Rhaegar...
"Seven Hells, you're going to squeeze the Others baby!"
Tyrion was furious, withdrew his hand, kicked Connington's right hand toward his crotch, and cursed: " Go away, I cut off my second dick and sold it to Sorcerer, and I won't give it to you."
"Well," Connington hearing this actually showed a looked thoughtful look.
If a strong man breaks his wrist and cuts off the infected limb as soon as the abnormality is detected, there is a very low chance of preventing the spread of Grey Plague to other parts.
Thinking of this, he looked complicated nodded and said, "Very good, since you have such courage, I will not force you."
He is not without courage.
In fact, cutting off the right hand may save one's life, and keeping the right hand will surely kill you. Obviously, Connington is not afraid of death, but also afraid of breaking his hand?
If he switched to his left hand, he would have broken his wrist immediately.
But the infected hand is the right hand, his dominant hand.
Connington's martial power is on the right hand, and he has to lead troops to fight to help little Aegon recover his country.
Look at the tragic end of Jaime's right hand after he was cut off, and understand how important the dominant hand is to a swordsman.
......
Intimidated by Connington, Tyrion's passion for learning Fire Magic also halved.
Going to the Dragon Queen, I saw a Firemage being dragged from the stones pile by Mormont.
Well, my arms and face were blackened, and my mouth was still vomiting blood, which was very miserable.
Seeing this poor Firemage, Imp couldn't help substituting oneself into the opponent's role...
shivered shivered, he approached Dany half step, probed: "Queen Your Majesty, seems to have failed. Slaver's Bay is too hot to have a wildfire future. Otherwise, let's break up!"
"Disband?"
The word is familiar what!
Dany squinted the corner of his eyes and looked at the flattering Imp, and said, "It's because of your failure that you have the chance to show off your Wildfire General! If you really want to succeed once, how can you show that? What are you capable of?
When you return to the city, I will give you a sum of money. You can go five kilometers to the west, find a place where no one is inhabited, and build a Wildfire shooting range. You can do whatever you want. , the kind that explode."
The second Firemage was also dragged out, one leg was broken, the bone scum was poked out, and the blood was pouring; the other leg was burned by the Wildfire Charred, charred bones give off the charred aroma of grilled pork ribs.
Tyrion's teeth are sore, it seems that oneself's calf is also hurting.
"Would you like to replace me? I'm capable of... not good!" he almost begged.
motherfucker
"You can do it, you have to be confident!" Dany patted his big deformed head and encouraged: "You can chop people when you mount - you're a good security guard, and when you get off your horse, you're a good manager. You have the most experience storing and using Wildfire in the world, and you are a good technician. Wildfire General, whoever you are!"
"I..." Tyrion wanted to cry.
"By the way, you said earlier that you wanted to learn Fire Magic from me?" Dany patted him on the head three times and said with admiration, "It's very self-motivated!
Learn Fire Sorcery, you can also prepare Wildfire yourself.
It seems that you still have the potential to become a scientist and may be able to develop a Wildfire with super stability."
" Improved Wildfire?"
You still think I didn't die fast enough or miserably enough?
Tyrion's eyes were red.
"Improving Wildfire is equivalent to changing the world. If Wildfire maintains the current combustion value, but has the stability of kerosene, there is hope for steam engines.
You can even directly develop 'Wildfire machines' , increase the progress of world civilization by a thousand years... No, at the development speed of this world's technology, increase by a million years!"
"And, in terms of the efficiency and power of Wildfire, it can even Used as spaceflight fuel.
If you can make a Wildfire in a spacecraft...you are small, eat less, drink less, fly all the way to the moon, you can't be a lander Month Number One Person!"
Dany became more and more excited.
It was originally to encourage (tune) and encourage (kan) Tyrion, but in the end, her oneself was moved by the great scene she imagined.
“Wildfire is made by Magic. If a Magic Array for making Wildfire can be researched, the Magic Array is embedded in the Wildfire engine made of Valyrian Steel, if the Magic Array can automatically absorb the Magic in the universe. Elements..."
Dany's eyes widened and exclaimed: "The Seven is on top, I can't say Wildfire is really the hope of this world transcendence!"
Watching The Dragon Queen with a frenzied face, Tyrion trembling in fear took a few steps back.
The Seven is on top, so crazy about Wildfire, worthy of being Mad King's daughter.
"Ai, the chance to live forever will be cheaper for you. If I hadn't been busy with business and had a huge country to manage, I would have wanted to be a Wildfire scientist myself." Dany sighed, looking at the terrified dwarf. road.
How about we switch?
Imp would love to say that.
"I can share the pressure for you," he said tactfully.
"Very good," Dany said with emotion: "There are too few ministers as responsible as you."
"Wildfire General, I know that you are responsible for this accident. ." The Dragon Queen suddenly raised the volume, immediately attracting the attention of those around him.
"???" Tyrion's eyes were full of confusion.
"As Wildfire General, you misestimated the explosive formidable power of Wildfire after prolonged exposure to direct sunlight, and you mistakenly assigned Firemage a dangerous mission...Alas, you should have arranged for a sheep to pull the rope.
But even if you have many mistakes and omissions, you can't claim to take full responsibility! I have mistakes, we all have mistakes." The Dragon Queen sighed.
When do I ask to put the whole black pot on oneself's head? ? ?
Tyrion was stunned.
"Wood Firemage's fire repelling paste failed to withstand Wildfire, I was a little far from the accident scene and couldn't be rescued in time, Mages didn't study Wildfire's properties thoroughly enough...we were all wrong , Wildfire General, you're only 60 percent responsible!"
"I just took office," Tyrion argued.
"Yes, you should have made such a big mistake when you first took office, and you shouldn't. But you can commit crimes and meritorious deeds, you don't need to be whipped, right?" Dragon Queen condescendingly, pressed his head and said .
"You're right." Tyrion closed his eyes and sighed.
Therefore, the Dragon Queen made a final judgment on the accident: "Wildfire General withholds half a year's wages, Tim and Duncan, two Mages were injured at work, five thousand Gold Honor compensation each, and the rest Mage 100 Gold Honor's compensation. Mental damage."
"many thanks Your Majesty, I will recover as soon as possible and return to work as soon as possible!" Tim and Duncan, who were being rescued by the doctor, vomited blood and struggled.