Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 70 Who are you?

Since that encounter in the storm, the weather has cleared up and the sea has returned to calm.

Viserys had little else to do after making his arrangements.

Last night, he obtained a huge dragon soul from the newborn dragon, which was almost equal to the dragon bone he had been searching for for so long, and directly increased his magic power by nearly one-fold. So, with nothing else to do, Viserys turned his attention to the trophy that seemed to be the "Dragon Horn" with great interest.

The horn was now placed in a Myrish glass container. The twisted horn was six feet long from head to toe (about 1.83 meters), shining black, with stripes of red gold and Valyrian black steel. The surface of the horn was as smooth as if it had been polished. Its surface was shiny, bright enough to see a distorted reflection in it. The stripes wrapped around the horn were engraved with strange ancient magic symbols.

Viserys remembered the sound the horn made when it was blown, strange and huge, as if all other noises in the ears were drowned out by its sound.

Viserys later asks Daenerys why she seemed so upset.

Daenerys described the sound she heard when it sounded as if thousands of souls were screaming in her ears, her internal organs seemed to be on fire, and her body seemed to be burning, which made her very uncomfortable. She also said that when she glimpsed the horn being blown, the runes on it became flaming red and dazzling, and even in the rainy night, you could see a dazzling white light that was difficult to look at directly.

And Viserys felt none of this, saw none of this.

Viserys recognized the ancient Valyrian runes engraved on the horn, saying that the horn was called "Dragonbinder". The rest of the words meant:

"I am the Dragonbinder. No mortal can make me make a sound and live. Blood for fire, fire for blood."

Viserys remembered that there were several people lining up on the boat to blow the trumpet, and every time one was blown, one person fell down. Unfortunately, the bodies were blown away by the exploding fireballs, otherwise he would have to find one and take a look.

It is said that whoever blows the horn will have his flesh and blood burned by flames from the inside out. In the original book, a scholar dissected people who died after blowing the horn and found that the lungs of these people were like charcoal.

It is said that it does not matter who blows the horn, because the dragon bound by the horn will obey the owner of the horn.

So who is the lord of the horn now? Euron? Assuming he is still alive, is he still alive?
How does this thing recognize its owner?

Viserys examined it closely, taking in its polished surface and its strange carvings. If this thing contained dragon soul, he thought, it must contain more dragon soul than he had ever imagined.

Thinking of this, he started to think and carefully removed the lid of the glass container.

At this time, at the table next to her, Daenerys, who was staring at the baby dragon in the wooden cage, which seemed to have become a little dull compared to the lively appearance when it was just born yesterday, put down the cage and looked at Viserys.

She still didn't know how to "tame" this young dragon that seemed to be very close to her. So when she saw Viserys open the lid of the strange horn, she began to look forward to whether there was magic in it that could allow them to continue to "awaken".

Viserys took a deep breath, and to be on the safe side, he transformed his entire hand into a dragon claw before carefully touching the twisted horn.

boom!
The moment Viserys's dragon claw touched it, a burst of heat burst from the horn.

A huge roar sounded in Viserys' mind, and he felt as if he was struck by lightning and his soul was shocked.

Daenerys and the dragon in the wooden cage could feel a wild heat blowing past them, and they all looked at Viserys.

The moment he looked over, the dragon in the cage spread its wings and roared in the direction of Viserys.

Daenerys was shocked to see Viserys' body covered with dragon scales in an instant. Dragon wings grew on his back, his belly swelled instantly, bursting through his clothes, his neck grew longer, and his head turned into three one-eyed dragon heads with huge mouths, his middle head started to burn, turning into a dragon head with flaming horns, and his body grew to three or four meters in an instant, almost breaking through the ceiling of the room.

Daenerys realizes that he has become what he calls "an imperfect three-headed dragon king."

"Don't come near me!"

"Don't touch it!"

Those were all Viserys managed to say as a warning.

Then, under Daenerys's panicked gaze, Viserys' three heads suddenly went limp, the flaming horns went out, and the whole dragon body fell to the ground powerlessly.

He fainted.

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"You half-blooded bastard!"

He woke up, his face covered with smelly mud and sand, the blood of his father had long been washed away by the river water.

He remembered that his vicious uncle had started a rebellion and stormed into the palace, but his father, the chief dragon king, was unable to ride his dragon to suppress the rebellion.

People said that his father, the Chief Dragon King, had gone mad and had lost the support of the people in the country. Even the Chief Dragon King's dragons were rebelling against him.

The Chief Dragon King is the national chief elected by the forty Dragon King families in the country. He is the leader of the most powerful Dragon King family in the country today.

The rumor turned out to be true, otherwise why didn't the Chief Dragon King ride his dragon to suppress it?
He had heard people whispering before.

Men said the First Dragon had tainted his sacred bloodline by marrying his mother, a princess of a lost race in the far west, an exile from a broken empire that had driven the Andals from Essos and whose empire had lost even to those losers.

The Dragon King likes her beauty and wants to enjoy her, but how can he let her become the queen?

And who is he?

He was the product of the Dragon King's desecration of his sacred bloodline. He knew that people called him a prince on the surface, but called him a "mixed-blood bastard" behind his back.

He climbed up from the muddy ground by the river.

He is so tired.

He went to the river and scooped up some water to wash his face.

He saw his own face. He had platinum hair and a pair of different-colored eyes, one purple and crystal-clear like amethyst, and the other black as obsidian.

He is a mixed-blood bastard. Where should he go?

He thought that his uncle would send pursuers. He wanted to go northeast, where there were mountains, and hiding in the mountains could avoid the sight of the Sky Dragon Knights.

There are mountains in the south, and perhaps there are families willing to fight for the Chief Dragon King, but they will not fight for him. He knew.

He found a bear while hiding in the woods. The bear was good. The crocodile could help him cross the river, but it couldn't help him through the jungle. But the bear could, although it was far less than the dragon, it was enough to protect him through the jungle.

People hated him and also hated the power passed down from the exiled princess from the West. They believed that it was this witchcraft that prevented him from taming the dragon.

He wanted to live, he knew he was no longer a prince. No one would gossip about him anymore, no one would call him a half-blood bastard anymore.

When he was walking through the jungle, he was accompanied by eagles and tigers. The eagles could help him find the way and watch the sky for prey. The tigers could find food and ride. The bears always liked to stand up when fighting, and they threw him down several times, almost killing him a few times. However, he was still sad for a long time after the bear fell into the mountain stream and died. It is said that if a skinchanger dies while invading the consciousness of an animal, part of his consciousness will remain in the creature. He chose to share the bear's flesh and blood with his new companion, hoping that this would make his soul complete.

He couldn't remember when the dragons patrolling the sky stopped appearing. This was a good thing. He had been hiding in the mountains and jungles for too long, almost turning into a wild man like an ape. He knew that his father, the Dragon King, was dead, but he still wanted to know whether the Western princess he called "mother" was dead or alive.

He wouldn't have survived these days without the power passed down from her bloodline.

He didn't dare go south, so he continued to go north.

It took him a long time to cross the snow-capped mountains where few people had ever been, and finally he arrived at the sea of ​​grass.

He knew that his country conquered the Caohai, but never ruled it. And there were always people who resisted here. He believed that here, he didn't have to worry about being hunted down by the new chief dragon king.

When he saw the grassland, he felt inexplicably strange, as if he should be very familiar with it.

He was thirsty, and the eagle found a river in the west in the sky. He rode the horse he met in the sea of ​​grass to the river. The tiger was injured while crossing the snow-covered mountains and died. He mourned for it for a long time, then peeled off its skin and ate its meat with the eagle.

When he was drinking water by the river, he saw his face. He looked haggard and weathered, with almost discolored hair and a pair of strange-colored eyes.

This face felt strange to him.

Is this him?

He stirred the water, and the ripples made the face reflected in the water blurry.

When the water surface calmed down again, he saw an ordinary, confused face. His black hair was disheveled, his head was bandaged, and his pair of black eyes were staring blankly at the water.

"Hey!" He heard someone calling him, "Brother, you are here. I saved you. Luckily I found you when I was feeding the horses last night, otherwise God knows where you would be taken by the river. Where did you fall into the river? Did you encounter a monster?"

He turned his head and saw a huge circular building in the shape of a horse head, with wisps of green smoke rising from the top of the building.

He remembered that the huge horse head was the symbol of the Hyrule Continent post station.

The one who called him earlier was a young traveler on horseback. He was feeding his horse apples. Seeing his confused look, he said, "Hey, you are not hurt." He pointed to his head. "Your head is injured. I bandaged it for you."

"Thank you," he said.

"Ah, I'm not saying this to ask for your thanks. I'm just happy to help." The young traveler said this with a very proud expression. "By the way, what's your name?"

What is my name?
He was at a loss.

The young traveler didn't really want to ask him about his business, but just talked about his own business casually: "Are you traveling here too? Where have you been? You look like you fell into the water from upstream, could it be the bridge at the wetland station? I heard that there are monsters on the bridge there, should I take a detour when I go there later?"

He had a headache for a while.

Suddenly I remembered.

"My name is Ney," he said.

He remembered that he was a Hylian from Hateno Village and was trying to make his way to the initial plateau of Hyrule.

He was originally in the village learning to farm, so why did he suddenly think of going to the Initial Terrace? Why did he go there? Where else did he go in between? What did he do?
He remembered. He went to Kakariko Village.

What was he going there for?

He has a lot of questions.

My mind is so confused.

He thumped his head.

In a trance, he saw a pond and a small stone statue of a goddess in his memory.

For some reason, the thought of the goddess statue made him feel dazed.

Who is he?
He opened his eyes and saw his reflection under the water.

It was a figure with platinum hair and a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

He asked: "Who are you?"

The reflection on the water told him: "You are the prince born according to the prophecy!"

There are two speculations about the Dragonbinder's Horn. One is that it is the same as the military bugle, driving dragons to fight, and the other is to control dragons (there shouldn't be many, at most 5 or 6). I chose to control dragons, and the more powerful Easy Walker also controls about the same number of animals, so I set its origin to be a powerful Easy Walker with the blood of the Dragon King.

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