Chapter 505
Tyrion's relationship with Wyvern is not Dreki.
Dreki cannot be created with Blood Magic, otherwise the Valyrians would be Grand Sorcerers.
Similarly, Tyrion is not a Skinchanger.
In fact, a normal Skinchanger cannot control Wyvern.
It's like Grisella's animal companion is the goat.
Don't Wildlings Spearwife want BT beasts like Direwolf and Shadowcat?
She must have thought, but the strength does not allow it.
Well, innate talent is not enough.
There is no doubt that Wyvern is stronger than Shadowcat and almost impossible to conquer - except for the Greenseer and Stark family bugs.
Dragon Queen added a part of the glyph of Greenseer meditation to the seal of the contract, which is far stronger than that of Balerion.
It's not that Balerion's abilities are inferior to Dany's, and it's not that his experience is poor - in terms of knowledge, Balerion is estimated to be first under the heavens.
Having ruled the world for 6,000 years, Balerion has mastered almost all the meditation and witchcraft secrets in human history, including the meditation of some Greenseer and Red God priests.
Knowledge may be acquired, but knowledge may not necessarily be used.
All middle school students know Newton's laws, but can middle school students "Almighty Push" and "myriad forms"?
Obviously impossible.
Balerion has not become Greenseer's innate talent, and given him the meditation method, he will not be able to cultivate.
Like the black girl Alleras, Dany is also teaching this discipline to make an all-out effort, hoping that she can help oneself control Imperial Mages in the future.
But the black girl can't even master 1% of the Grand Sorcerer meditation method.
Dany is different.
So, she can surpass Balerion, who is not good at the way of Soul, and come up with a Contract Seal that can communicate with the winged dragon essence.
"Hahaha, I'm a Dragonrider, my dream has come true! Uncle Gerion, Jaime Old Brother, and Daddy, you see, I'm riding a dragon!"
Tyrion was overjoyed and yelled in lost self-control.
——Is this a different world version of Fan Jinzhong's move?
Dany's mouth twitched as he looked at the dwarf sitting on Wyvern's back crazily "squirming".
Tyrion called out for a while, then called to Dany, "Your Majesty, can you untie the chain? I can control it." Down the anchor chain, the anchor is buried seven or eight meters deep in the soil.
Dany has confidence in oneself's controlling glyphs that they won't run away, but is worried that Balerion will strike again and take away Wyvern without Dragonrider.
Well, with the Dragonrider -- a partnership with Tyrion, Wyvern is hard to take away.
"Can't you see? Its wings are tattered and can't fly," Dany reminded him.
Yesterday's dragon battle was extremely brutal. 23 Wyverns were treated as tragic deaths, and the six captured were all with steel crossbows stuck in their abdomens, and their wings were like beggar cloth, with holes everywhere.
Some were shot through by crossbow bolts, some were bitten by Little Green, and some were burned by Dany with Fire Control.
I didn't realize how miserable Wyvern was before. At this time, it became oneself's little friend. Tyrion looked at the hole in the fleshy wing, the wound on Wyvern's abdomen that was still bleeding, and the broken scales. , I almost burst into tears.
"The Seven! Your Majesty You are so cruel that you wounded my dragon like this," he howled.
"hmph, figure it out, this is my dragon!" Dany sneered.
"Uh..." Tyrion smirked, "I'm yours too."
Dany's mouth twitched.
"The injury is too serious, can it be cured?" he again said worriedly.
"Don't worry, I will wait for my Little Green to recover completely in the afternoon and start healing them." Dany's eyes flashed, and he believed.
"How to heal?" Aegon said curiously.
"Blood Sorcery, you don't understand." Dany said perfunctorily, then turned to Tyrion and said, "Now this Wyvern has become your partner, give it a name!"
"Name..." Tyrion was stunned.
“How about calling Tywin? Wouldn’t it be fun to ride Tywin?” Dany said with a smile.
"Is my dragon male or female?" Tyrion bent over to look at Wyvern's crotch.
First look at oneself, then look down at Wyvern next to him.
For a while, he straightened up and said with a strange expression: "It seems that this one of mine is a female dragon.
It is strange, True Dragon does not distinguish between male and female, but it can be male or female. , you can have children without mating.
Wyvern has a second child, aren't they close relatives? There's a big difference."
Well, True Dragon doesn't need to reproduce sexually, and even produces Before eggs, dragons have no genitals, but a steel door for defecation.
True Dragon's imprint of life comes from God, it doesn't matter parental blood, dragon egg is just a medium for them to come to the world.
Although Wyvern is also strong, it is still a magical beast after all, but True Dragon can be counted as an Innate Spiritual God ... embryo.
"Why don't you call her 'Tysha'. Maybe, the Tysha I've been looking for is here."
Tyrion stroked Wyvern's head, a mixture of sadness and tenderness rising on his face complex look.
But as Wyvern shook his head in response to his caress, the dwarf's face disappeared, becoming clearer and more relieved than ever.
——The real Tysha may have died in a corner long ago, and the Hell-like experience was enough to kill anyone. His "Where is Tysha" is more like a confession than a real to find her.
Ten thousand steps back, even if he found her today, is she still the Tysha in his heart?
It's time to let go.
Tyrion said to oneself.
After lunch, the last body of Wyvern in the bay has been dragged onto the dock.
23 dragon corpse occupy almost one long street of the wharf, and the Tolos Free Folk is driven by the Dragon Family army to collect firewood and pile it on the Wyvern corpse.
Meanwhile, the Western District has cleared out an open field filled with mercenaries, soldiers and civilians who perished in the battle.
The death of mercenaries is one third, more than 10,000 people, and hundreds of thousands of civilians.
The Dragon Family army suffered almost no losses this time, with less than 100 casualties, and half of them died in the fall from Wyvern.
Well, when Wyvern was shot to death by a crossbow arrow, it fell from the sky, like a lost plane, just hit the ship below, killing and injuring the crossbowmen hidden in the cabin.
Tolos was captured in the early hours of the day before yesterday, Wyvern attacked yesterday, and the bodies were collected today.
"Is it winter now?" Tyrion asked Old Jon next to him.
The corpse was rotting and smelling. He was wearing a linen-colored cotton mask now, and his voice was muffled when he spoke.
"Well, Aegon 300 years passed a week ago. According to Westeros' calculation, it's winter now." Connington tugged at the mask that made his cheeks uncomfortable and said sullenly.
He was not used to this feeling, nor did he understand the meaning of Dragon Queen's so-called mask for epidemic prevention. Instead, he felt that Queen liked to toss people and wasted precious cotton.
"Look at this weather, the temperature has barely dropped, the corpse has only passed two days, and the stench is unpleasant, the Corpse Water is flowing, does it look like Long Night is coming?" Tyrion pointed to the pile of corpses below. road.
The two are now standing on the city wall tower in the west city, watching the Dragon Queen command White Dragon, Black Dragon and Golden Dragon to spit fire and burn corpses.
Dense smoke billowed, fires blazed into the sky, rancid charred black and the eerie smell of barbecue filled the city.
In this regard, masks at least block the nauseating smell of smoke.
"What are you trying to say?" Connington said.
"Maybe, the Others are real, but Long Night won't come. It's possible that the Others have been living in the Lands of Always Winter, as the Queen said." Tyrion said.
Connington's heart moved, looked thoughtful and said: "So what?"
"So...I ask you, Ser, are you Prince Aegon's courtier or Dragon? The Queen's courtier?" Tyrion asked in a low, inaudible voice.
Connington pursed his lips a few times and said solemnly: "They're all Targaryen, and I play for Targaryen."
"hehe..." Tyrion chuckled.
Connington complexion turned cold and said sternly: "The Queen just sent you a Wyvern this morning, right? That's how you repaid her?"
That's because you didn't know her let me do what!
Tyrion complained in his heart, the joking expression on his face disappeared, and said resolutely: "I am not provoking the relationship between Queen and Prince, just to remind you, recognize the reality, Prince and Queen are not the same! You should have been Help Prince make arrangements, don't let his more than ten years of 'Adoptive Father' cry in vain."
"Ai, this is life!" Connington sighed, shaking his head and said, "Illyrio arranged for us to come here. I didn't know Your Majesty would go to Westeros, I didn't know there were Others beyond the wall, and I didn't even know Your Majesty would swear 'the one who ends Long Night is king'.
Even if I wish The Queen takes Prince to Westeros on a dragon, but I won't do that either. I can't force the Queen to break the sacred oath, and the Queen oneself won't break the oath for Prince."
"We all know what you said, The question now is, what does Prince do next!" Tyrion said.
Connington has long thought about this issue, barely thinking about it, so he blurted out:
"Prince is still young, you can wait a few more years, wait for the winter to pass, and wait for the next Summer Come, wait until the battle at Slaver's Bay is over.
The Queen's vow of 'the one who ends Long Night is king' is fulfilled, and her dragon is stronger. In a few years, Prince can tame one Dragon.
At that time, we will fight back to Westeros together. Anyway, Queen has long promised to recognize Prince's Iron Throne priority."
"It's a good idea, but you Made a big mistake!" Tyrion said.
"What's wrong?"
"Put all my hopes on the Queen."
Connington said seriously: "You are a low-grade noble, upright and noble, One of a kind, fair and merciful, almost the most perfect king, and the most typical Knight, I can't find a reason to doubt her."
"Maybe!" Tyrion shrugged and said briskly, "But What would the nobles and people of the Seven Kingdoms think when she sat on Iron Throne entirely by her power? How would they look at Prince on Iron Throne?"
"This..." Connington asked hesitantly, "What's your plan?"
Tyrion put a smile on his lips, leaned close to Connington's ear, and whispered, "While the Seven Kingdoms are chaotic, take a place first, like Storm's End!
Then join forces with Dorne - there is a marriage contract!
With Dragonstone, the three parties are enough to form a force to compete with Iron Throne - no matter what the Queen of Slaver's Bay thinks, Dragonstone must not Will stand by my uncle.
In this way, Prince Aegon is no longer a beggar supported by an aunt, but a king."
"What do you get?" Connington coldly said.
Tyrion whispered: "I want to leave Slaver's Bay legally, rationally and sensibly! Let me be Prince Aegon's Hand of the King, have you seen my wisdom and experience?
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I'm still a Wyrmrider, and I can prepare Wildfire ammo, which can help Prince easily take down most of the Seven Kingdoms castles."
"Why? She is loyal, why did she come to me in the afternoon to tell me this?" Connington remained unmoved and continued to ask.