Realizing the Three-Eyed Raven's words were true, Clay suddenly pondered a question. Now that he had obtained the dragon egg, why didn't the former Lord Blood Raven, a Targaryen, fly the dragon himself?
His gaze fell on the unfortunate creature possessed by the Three-Eyed Raven, and thinking of its current appearance, Clay instantly grasped the reason.
It was a matter of sequence. When he was Lord Blood Raven, he had never touched the dragon egg and possessed no magical powers. But after becoming a Greenseer, embracing magic, he could no longer escape this state.
It was truly a dark humor, a complete misfortune that delayed the dragon's resurrection by a century.
High temperatures didn't matter; as long as the environmental conditions were right, it could be easily achieved. It wouldn't require much more than lighting a fire. After all, Daenerys's practical experience had taught Clay that no matter how high the temperature, a dragon egg wouldn't turn into a burnt egg.
The magic wasn't a big issue. If it didn't work, he'd go back to Winterfell, caressing the heart tree with one hand while enchanting the dragon egg. He was truly courageous.
The biggest headache was that special blood. The art of it was incredibly fantastical. Targaryens could ride dragons, as could Velaryons of Driftmark, and even bastards with mixed bloodlines.
But how did it work? Clay didn't know, but he was certain that his bloodline, descended from the Andal House of Manderly, couldn't resonate with dragons.
"Special blood? How can I fulfill this requirement? I'm not a Targaryen, and my ancestors never intermarried with them."
The Three-Eyed Raven shook his head, his tone calm.
"No, your understanding of bloodline is distorted. Of course, this is not your fault. If I hadn't become my lord's agent, I wouldn't know the secrets of the so-called bloodline."
Clay was curious about the "my lord" he mentioned. The Three-Eyed Raven's power, besides subtly influencing others and controlling creatures to open global vision, also had a very important authority: to review history and foresee the future. No matter
how you look at it, this Three-Eyed Raven and the master behind him have something of the air of a world historian.
Clay stood still, waiting for the Three-Eyed Raven to elaborate on the bloodline.
"My lord told me that there were dozens of Dragon Kings in the ancient Valyrian Empire, and all the descendants of their families could ride dragons, but have you ever thought about why ordinary Valyrians don't have dragons?"
"The truth is, those nearly fifty Dragon King families, their bloodlines are actually, strictly speaking, High Valyrian bloodlines, different from ordinary Valyrians."
"Dragons are creatures made of magic and fire. The so-called High Valyrian bloodline is actually a natural affinity for fire magic. Only those with this bloodline can control dragons and communicate with creatures of fire magic."
"And you, Agent of the Alien God, your body is something I cannot understand. Not long ago, in the parade grounds of this fortress, I observed you using fire magic. In my sight, you have also used a defensive magic of unknown composition and a spiritual magic that I have never seen before."
"This subverted my cognition, because in my knowledge system, multiple types of magic are inherently conflicting, just like ice and fire cannot coexist, and you are an exception..."
"Sometimes I even wonder if the deity behind you was once a powerful deity lost during the age of magic, and you are its resurrected agent in the mortal realm."
It was a long passage, but Clay memorized every word, for it spoke of the lost history of this world and its origins.
His fingers unconsciously rubbed against the hilt, as he absorbed this information with all his might. Soon, he had a clearer idea.
"So, according to you, I can use fire magic, so I can communicate with dragons. Does that mean I can ride dragons like the Targaryens?"
"No, that's not the case,"
the Three-Eyed Raven replied, disappointing Clay.
"Constitution and ability are not the same thing. To assume that being able to use fire magic means you can ride dragons is an underestimation of the High Valyrian bloodline. What matters is not ability, but bloodline." "You can use fire magic, but you may not have an affinity with it itself. This involves the knowledge recorded by my lord, which is not what we're discussing today."
"Regarding the bloodline problem, I have a solution for you."
"There are only two young dragons of the Narrow Sea in this world: one hiding among the wolves, and one standing alone on the Great Wall. Unfortunately, you are unable to approach them." "
But you are also lucky, for I, too, was once a possessor of true dragon bloodline."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hodor, standing blankly by his side like a statue, produced a transparent glass bottle from somewhere.
Through the imperfect glass, Clay saw its contents—a dark red liquid.
"This is my blood. Once imbued with the power of my lord, but now, I have withdrawn this power."
"Now, mobilize your magic and feel the power contained in this blood, just as you draw upon the magic of the heart tree..."
The Demon Hunter system unfolded silently. In Clay's vision, the small bottle before him was not blood at all, but a burning flame.
He reached out and grasped the narrow bottle, unleashing the full power of the magic pool!
The flame within the bottle, previously smoldering quietly, suddenly transformed into a stream of fire, surging through Clay's palm and into his body.
To his normal vision, the dark red blood within the bottle suddenly began to boil, bubbling like boiling water. Puffs of dark red steam drifted out of the bottle's mouth and into Clay's hand.
Burning!
That was all Clay felt now.
He felt his right hand crumble to ash. Searing heat permeated every inch of muscle and bone in his palm and forearm, followed by excruciating pain.
This was a completely different kind of pain from the witcher's mutation, but any ordinary person would undoubtedly have fainted from the strain of their nerves.
This feeling, like his body being injected with magma, gradually spread upwards with the powerful beating of his heart. Clay clenched his teeth tightly, and the voice of the Three-Eyed Raven reached his ears.
"This is a gift from the gods to the Dragon Kings. As an outsider, a proxy of the alien gods, to enjoy this power, you must endure pain far exceeding that of the Dragon King's heirs. This is the price of power."
The magic power within his body surged frantically, desperately rushing towards the scorching alien that had entered his veins. However, Clay's magic pool had not been replenished at all during this period, and there was no telling how much longer the remaining 120 points of magic power would last.
Something flickered before his eyes, and the Three-Eyed Raven's voice sounded like a devout monk reciting scriptures:
"When this blood circulates through your body and finally returns to your heart, it will settle there. You must mobilize your magic power and attempt to assimilate it."
"This is the creation of a brand new Dragon King bloodline, a method only possessed by my Lord, who has survived the long river of time. Good luck, proxy of the alien gods..."
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