He got up abruptly and quickly returned to the bloody and stinking underground space.
Without hesitation, golden light appeared, and the huge golden dragon body replaced the human form.
The thick hind limbs and claws were deeply embedded in the bottom of the black stone, and the wings stirred up a violent air current, slowly dragging the heavy boulder away from the dark space.
After returning to his human form, he immediately called Janice and pointed to the strange black stone: "Transport this on the ship as well, and place it carefully." "
Janice rushed over and didn't dare to look directly at Liu Qian, her cheeks slightly red.
She quickly took out a clean linen robe from the small package she was carrying, stuffed it into Liu Qian's hand, and then ran away quickly with her head down like a frightened deer to command the guards.
Liu Qian held the soft robe and was stunned for a moment, then showed a hint of embarrassment.
Since the two women knew that he would "meet sincerely", the careful Janice always silently prepared several robes in her bag in case of emergencies.
This silent thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness are particularly precious against the cruel background of the ruins.
Liu Qian sighed that this is the spirit of chivalry, and he devotes himself to serving the object of allegiance.
The search for Thares' guards was ultimately unsuccessful, with no trace or the sword found.
Liu Qian didn't care about this.
He didn't care where Tyres was hiding, and even if he had the Valyrian steel sword and armor in his hands, it wasn't worth spending time in this cursed land that made him uneasy.
A sense of crisis urged him to leave as soon as possible.
Jelena keenly captured his determination and uneasiness, and no longer insisted on looking for Thares.
The three of them, with the remaining dragon spirit guards and the last batch of looted supplies, headed towards the port.
The port is not far from Tria, only four or five miles away.
The harbor resembles a huge, land-deep pocket.
The sour and damp gray mist was like a real shroud, shrouded low above the sea, with extremely low visibility.
Dozens of ancient brigs and three-masted sailboats were quietly stranded in shallow water like a ghost fleet, and more than a dozen sailboats were being pulled into deep water by the dragon spirit guards with ropes from the stranded area.
The hull was covered with thick barnacles and seaweed, and the weathered wood was decayed gray-black under the long-term corrosion of acid mist, the mast was broken and tilted, and the cables hung down like rotten intestines.
However, on the mainsails of several of the larger and relatively intact flagships, a vague but still recognizable gorgeous heraldic pattern pierced Liu Qian's eyes: on the crimson background, a golden lion with its head held high and its mane flying!
Lannister!
Liu Qian's heart trembled.
He remembered Jillian's face distorted by madness.
Liu Qian shook his head, these ships are old, and they can never be Gillian Lannister's "Laughing Lion".
"My lord," a dragon spirit guard appeared beside him, the voice of the tablet uneven, "On one of the large ships, a well-sealed cabin was found. The interior items are well preserved. "
Liu Qian's heart moved, and he followed the guards onto the flagship with the largest size and a lion statue carved on the bow.
Walk through the decaying deck and dimly lit cabin passage to the depths of a heavy oak door.
The iron lock on the door has been forcibly broken by the guards.
Pushing open the heavy door, a mixture of old wood, dust and a faint musty smell came to my face.
In stark contrast to the decayed and dilapidated scene outside, this cabin seems to have been forgotten by time.
Silver candlesticks, wine glasses and dinner plates are scattered on a woolen table blanket covered in thick dust.
A wide mahogany desk was placed against the wall, with some parchment scrolls scattered on it, and the most striking thing was a sturdy wooden weapon rack beside the wall, holding a sheathed long sword firmly.
Liu Qian's eyes were instantly caught firmly by the sword.
He stepped forward.
The scabbard is made of some kind of dark metal as night, and the surface is not smooth, but inlaid with countless gemstones shimmering with a dark red luster, and intricate and ornate hollow gold threads are wrapped around it, revealing a noble beauty.
At the end of the hilt, a lifelike lion's head carefully cast in pure gold was round and angry, with its mane open, silently roaring its master's former majesty and strength.
Liu Qian stretched out his right hand, held the warm and cold hilt of the sword firmly, and slowly pulled it out.
"Zheng ——!"
A clear and long sword sound suddenly echoed in the dead and silent cabin, and the aftersound was endless.
The narrow and long sword body was exposed to the dim light, flashing with a cold cold light like flowing mercury, and the sharpness of the edge clearly reflected Liu Qian's slightly surprised face at the moment.
"This is a good Valyrian steel sword." Jerina's voice sounded behind her, with a tone of confirmation.
As a descendant of the Dragon King, she is extremely familiar with the breath of this metal.
Especially to get her such an evaluation, it can be seen that this sword is indeed extraordinary.
Liu Qian turned his wrist lightly, and the blade of the sword casually slashed over the corner of the heavy mahogany desk in the cabin, as well as a silver plate scattered on the table.
There is no resistance at all, no harsh friction, only an extremely slight "snort".
Like the sharpest razor cutting through the most fragile silk, the heavy corners of the table and the hard silver plate broke into two pieces, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror, shimmering with the luster of fresh metal.
"Good sword." Liu Qian sincerely admired.
At the same time, it is a pity that the sword body does not have any magic rune notches.
In an instant, he understood the identity of this sword.
This must be the lost treasure of the family that Gillian Lannister dreams of and wants to find at the risk of going deep into the sea of smoke, the sword of King Kaiyan, the Valyrian steel sword that symbolizes the supreme power and glory of the Lannister family, "Light Howl".
The dust of history surges in my mind.
More than a century before the War of Conquest, the ambitious King of Kaiyan, Toman Lannister II, led a huge fleet, full of gold from the West and dreams of conquering ruins, sailed into the sea of death in Valyria.
It turned out that his huge fleet ended up anchored in the equally cursed port of Tria.
What about the proud King Kaiyan and his thousands of elite soldiers?
Liu Qian's gaze swept over the decaying hull and the dead silence outside the cabin.
The ruins of Valyria devoured them silently.
Maybe it's the parasitism of the fire dragon worm, maybe it's the encirclement and suppression of the scale claw monster, maybe it's some kind of ancient plague that has long lurked in the depths of the ruins, and even the wizards of Tria may have played a disgraceful role in it.
They could never be silently buried in the belly of a fish, and their ending would inevitably be tragic and treacherous.
Over the years, this ancient fleet of ambition and destruction, along with the gold and gems on the ship that had not yet been exhausted, has now become Liu Qian's ark and windfall to escape from hell.
In the end, the relatively experienced Jelena assisted the Dragon Spirit Guards in confirming that after emergency repairs and cleaning, the hull structure of sixteen ships was still relatively strong, and although the sails were worn out, they could barely be raised, and they had the conditions for short sailing.
As the last supplies, weary survivors, and silent dragon spirit guards boarded their respective ships, Liu Qian stood at the bow of the flagship with the lion flag flying over it, and glanced back at the silhouette of the ruins of Tria, shrouded in a lead-gray mist of death.
There are too many secrets, madness and despair buried there.
He took a deep breath of salty air, his voice penetrating the mist and clearly spreading across the fleet:
"Cut the cable! Raise the sails! Set sail! "