Spellcasting Gods

Gazing at that beautiful, alluring figure, Jorah Mormont shouted without turning back, "My Queen! Run! Run! Leave Meereen and return to Westeros to find..."

Before he could finish speaking, sharp claws pierced through his armor, tore open his chest cavity, and ripped out his still-beating heart.

As Daenerys fled frantically, she seemed to realize something and couldn't help but start to cry, but she showed no sign of stopping and continued to run desperately toward the stairs. She knew that if she stopped, Jorah Mormont's sacrifice would be in vain.

Meanwhile, the Unsullied, hearing the sounds of fighting, rushed to the scene, risking their lives to stop Eric's pursuit.

Ultimately, through their efforts, Daenerys successfully infiltrated the cargo hold of a merchant ship and, under the cover of dawn, slowly left the port, heading towards Oldtown.

Chapter 0215 Suffering

There was no clean food or water, no guards or servants, and they had to endure the stuffy and oppressive environment inside the cabin, as well as rats and cockroaches that crawled around them from time to time...

After enduring the most painful journey of her life, Daenerys Targaryen, reeking of sourness, finally arrived at Oldtown, the largest port city in Westeros.

At this moment, she not only showed no signs of being a princess or queen, but even her usually proud and beautiful appearance was covered by all kinds of filth, leaving her with only the image of a ragged and malnourished beggar. Many people even covered their noses and showed disgust when they passed by.

However, Daenerys had no time to care about any of that and went straight to the entrance of the towering tower that was emitting a strange light.

Before she could even say anything, the soldiers guarding the door immediately shouted, "Where did this beggar come from! Get lost! This is not a place for you!"

"Wait! I have urgent business to discuss with Lord Mason!" Daenerys tried to avoid the guards while explaining loudly.

Although Zhang Cheng had not ruled the old town for long under the name of Morroya Hightar, she had still heard some rumors from merchants from the north and south, and knew that the person she was looking for was currently living inside this tower.

Unfortunately, due to her disheveled appearance and the pungent, sour smell emanating from her, she lacked persuasiveness and was roughly pushed to the ground.

"Seeking an audience with the lord? You think you can do that?" The guard curled his lip in disdain.

"No! You have no idea how terrible this has happened! I have to see him! Right now!" Daenerys struggled to her feet, ignoring the bruises on her knees, and continued trying to break in.

Damn it!

The guard cursed under his breath and was about to punch the "mentally unstable" female beggar unconscious and drag her away when a strong gust of wind suddenly swept through the sky, followed by a violent tremor in the ground, as if something heavy had fallen.

When he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to see a huge creature with a violet glow standing less than ten meters away in an open space.

“Ku...Kuro Kerba!” Another guard uttered the dragon’s name, his body trembling.

Although Zhang Cheng's dragons have not attacked any innocent people or livestock so far, anyone who has witnessed the destruction of the Iron Islands fleet will clearly understand how terrifying it is.

"Roar!!!"

Kuro Kerbal let out a low growl that was hard to decipher. Ignoring the trembling guards, he lowered his head and gently sniffed Daenerys before slowly crawling down.

As the "Mother of Dragons," Daenerys instantly understood the signal it was sending, and without hesitation, she jumped onto the dragon's back and clung tightly to a hard spike.

next second...

The giant dragon suddenly soared into the air and, under the watchful eyes of countless people, flew directly into the nest specially prepared for it at the top of the towering tower.

Zhang Cheng, who was hiding in his room studying the structure of the Children of the Forest, had no idea that the famous "Mother of Dragons" had arrived in his territory, nor did he know that a rather threatening enemy had risen up on the other side of the distant sea.

He carefully opened the abdominal cavity of the disemboweled experimental subject, muttering excitedly to himself, "Interesting...it's so interesting...no muscle tissue, no blood vessels, no bones or internal organs, only countless extremely resilient vine-like structures. How can such a body structure generate intelligence and think? Where is their brain? How do their digestive, nervous, and immune systems function?"

Clearly, the withered tree, hypnotized and anesthetized by magical power, was no longer able to provide an answer.

Despite Zhang Cheng's heartfelt desire to conduct a comprehensive and multi-dimensional analysis of his experimental subject in order to gain a deeper understanding of the species "Children of the Forest".

However, reason kept reminding him that the withered leaf must not die before the next living child of the forest is found, otherwise all that obscure and difficult magical knowledge will be buried.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to cut off a finger or toe to test whether the Child of the Forest had the ability to regenerate like a plant, there was a sudden knock on the closed door.

boom! boom! boom!

"Who?" Zhang Cheng frowned and asked subconsciously.

“My lord, it is I, Derry.” The castle steward’s voice came through the crack in the door.

Since the territory's ruling center had temporarily shifted from Brightwater City to Old Town, he had no choice but to follow, taking charge of recruiting and building a bureaucratic system to ensure basic order within the city.

"Oh? What happened in the city?" Zhang Cheng frowned even more.

Given Derry's cautious nature, he would never easily bother someone with ordinary troubles. Since he has come, he must have encountered some tricky trouble.

“No, sir, the market and port are all functioning well. I have a special guest who wants to see you immediately. In addition, she came in riding your dragon from the top of the tower,” Derry hinted cautiously in a low voice.

"Riding Kuro Kerba?" Zhang Cheng's face showed surprise, but he seemed to quickly make a connection. "Her? You're not referring to a beautiful woman with long silver-gold hair and purple eyes, are you?"

"Yes, sir, I have arranged for her to take a bath in the bathroom. Given her sensitive status, I think you'd better be careful."

“Okay, I understand. Perfect timing. I’ve been locking myself in my room for a while, so I’ll take a shower and see what purpose this last Targaryen bloodline has in suddenly visiting.” With that, Zhang Cheng took out a bottle of healing potion and poured it into the Forest Child’s abdomen, then closed the door and followed Derry toward the bathroom.

About seven or eight minutes later, he, wearing only a scarf, strode into the steamy bathroom and greeted her with a smile: "Good afternoon, Your Majesty. I'm sure you won't mind taking a bath with me, will you?"

“Of course!” Daenerys, who was soaking in hot water, nodded slightly.

She wasn't an idiot; she understood how sensitive her identity was in the Seven Kingdoms. A conversation in the bathroom could avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble, and even if she were discovered by spies, she could cover it up with a romantic affair.

Moreover, she was no longer a shy young girl, but Khaleesi, who had been married to Khalil Ferdinand.

Compared to the savage Dothraki who would kill and rape at the slightest provocation, the young man before them was hardly aggressive at all, and had not shown even the slightest bit of desire from beginning to end.

"Thank you so much!"

After receiving permission, Zhang Cheng also immersed his body in the slightly hot water and began to observe the other party with great interest.

Before long, he noticed Daenerys's slightly dull and withered hair, and the weariness and sadness in her eyes that she couldn't hide...

Chapter 0216 Conversation in the Bathroom

"If you don't mind, could you tell me what happened? Where did your followers, army, and dragons go?" Zhang Cheng asked tentatively with a curious expression after a moment of silence.

He simply couldn't understand why a woman who considered herself the savior and the only legitimate ruler of Westeros would appear alone in Oldtown, and even suffer so much hardship.

Daenerys took a deep breath and answered in a slightly trembling voice, "Dead! All my followers are dead! As for the army and the dragons, they have probably been taken over by that monster and used as tools to achieve his goals."

"What?!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, then eagerly pressed for details: "Can you explain in detail who killed your followers, and who took your army and dragon?"

“His name is Erik, and he claimed to be someone’s servant. He demanded that I fulfill a pact I made with the Targaryen family long ago. I refused him without hesitation, and then the terrible slaughter suddenly began. If Ser Jorah Mormont hadn’t risked his life to save me, I probably wouldn’t have escaped alive. You’d better be careful; he can not only transform into a half-dragon, half-human monster, but he can also force dragons to obey his commands.” Daenerys made no attempt to hide anything and quickly recounted everything she knew.

As a princess of a fallen kingdom who has experienced gain, loss, gain again, and loss again many times, she is very clear about her situation and understands that the man in front of her is her only hope, whether it is for revenge or to reclaim the throne that belongs to her.

"Eric? He's still alive!" Upon hearing this incredibly familiar name, Zhang Cheng's expression instantly turned serious.

Because he knew that with injuries of that severity, there was only one possibility for survival: that Kronada had cast an incredibly powerful blood spell on him.

How powerful is a half-dragon who has received the blood of a true dragon?

Although he hadn't seen it in person, it was definitely no easier to deal with than "Black Death" Bellerion. What was even more terrifying was that the other party clearly had the ability to hatch dragon eggs. Through collecting them and offering high bounties, it wouldn't be long before he could build an army of young dragons.

Three dragons can conquer a continent!

What about the thirty articles?

The thought of a dragon soaring overhead, obscuring the sky, made his heart sink, and a chill ran through his entire body.

"You know him?!" Overwhelmed with excitement, Daenerys suddenly stood up from the water, completely forgetting that she was naked.

Of course, Zhang Cheng wasn't in the mood to admire the other person's curvaceous figure at the moment. He nodded slightly and said, "That's right, I know him, and I almost killed him with my own hands. But I didn't expect that this guy would be so tough. He survived such serious injuries and the painful human modification. Also, I suggest you sit down, otherwise it might be very awkward in a little while."

Daenerys glanced at the scarf that was slightly raised in the water, a smile appearing in her eyes. She lifted the long hair that covered her chest, boldly displaying her sexiness and beauty, then bent down and teased in a low voice, "Why would I be embarrassed? No, I'm not embarrassed at all. On the contrary, I think this is the best and most direct compliment to me."

Undoubtedly, as a young and beautiful woman, she intended to use her body as a bargaining chip.

It should be noted that back when she married King Ma, she had learned a great deal about how to please men from her maids, and she had no psychological barriers to using it now.

Feeling a soft little hand brush across his chest and begin to explore between his legs, Zhang Cheng immediately issued a serious warning: "Believe me, Your Majesty, if your hand moves even an inch further down, you'll be thrown out of the bath. Remember, don't try to extract information or help from me using petty tricks. I'm not Jorah Mormont, who's always infatuated with women, believing in some bullshit love at first sight, nor am I one of those fools driven by lust who would go bankrupt just to win a night with you. In my eyes, your beauty and body are far less valuable than the Valyrian blood flowing in my veins. If I had a choice, I would choose to drain your blood for experiments, not just to derive pleasure from primal mating, understand?"

As he spoke, his pupils emitted a tangible energy that forced Daenerys to take several steps back before she could barely maintain her balance.

The sudden appearance of frost on her right hand made her realize that this was no joke.

She simply couldn't believe that there were any physiologically normal men in the world who could refuse her, refuse her alluring body, and refuse the inhuman beauty of the Targaryen family.

Gazing at the beautiful face filled with terror, Zhang Cheng withdrew the energy he had deliberately released earlier, stood up, and walked expressionlessly toward the exit. Just as he stepped out, he suddenly stopped, turned back, and said meaningfully, “Daenerys Targaryen, despite your many prestigious titles such as Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Breaker of Chains, the Unburnt, the Mother of Dragons, you are still, in reality, a fragile princess of a fallen kingdom. Look at yourself now. Having lost your dragons, your army, and your followers, what do you have left, and what can you do? I sincerely suggest you use this time to think clearly about who you are, what you desire, and what price you are willing to pay for it. Once you've thought it through, come back and discuss cooperation and alliances with me. My previous promises still stand.”

As the last word fell, Zhang Cheng quickly put on an overcoat and disappeared at the end of the tower's corridor.

"Who am I... what do I desire... what price am I willing to pay..." Daenerys' eyes were vacant as she repeated these words in a low voice over and over again, as if she had fallen into deep thought.

After all, she was so helpless at the moment. The dragon she had regarded as her child had been taken away by the enemy, and her loyal follower Jorah Mormont had also died. She could neither wield a sword to fight, nor did she have enough prestige to rebuild a large army. The only thing she had left behind was the Targaryen family, which still had some reputation.

Suddenly, Daenerys realized that she was not as powerful as she had imagined.

On the contrary, she was so weak that she couldn't even guarantee her own safety, so how could she possibly defeat those traitors who overthrew the Targaryen dynasty?

As for Zhang Cheng, who had raised these questions, he returned directly to the control center of the Tower of Heaven, gently stroking the enormous horn displayed on the shelf—"Dragon Binder"—and muttered to himself with a cold laugh, "Come on, old friend, let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve. A mere servant can't possibly defeat me..."

Chapter 0217 Investigation

Without a doubt, Zhang Cheng was never one to sit idly by and wait for death. Especially after learning that the enemy was ready to launch a war, he quickly used all his resources and ordered Blanco to begin recruiting and training soldiers to the maximum extent, purchasing armor and weapons, and hiring reputable mercenaries to ensure that there were enough cannon fodder to consume.

In addition, he put aside trivial matters and focused all his energy on studying the full functions of the Tower of Triumph.

This mysterious building, whose completion date is unknown, is far more mysterious and complex than many people imagine. In particular, the huge crystal at the top of the tower, which was originally covered by a fire, is not only an energy collection and control device, but also a powerful weapon.

Using the vast energy stored at the base of the tower over thousands of years, it can create a terrifying storm of death or unleash waves hundreds of meters high.

Of course, storms and waves are far from enough to deal with a dragon that can soar through the sky.

Therefore, Zhang Cheng planned to make some minor modifications within the limited time available, such as further increasing the destructive power, turning giant waves into solid ice, and storms into blizzards...

As he retreated into the tower to prepare for the impending war, the nobles across the Seven Kingdoms grew increasingly worried as a massive army amassed near the old town.

Some speculated that this was a prelude to the conquest of the Iron Islands, but many more saw it as a sign of a desire to seize the Iron Throne.

Regardless, as the de facto ruler of King's Landing, Tywin Lannister had to prepare for the worst.

Despite it being King Joffrey's wedding to Queen Margaret, he quietly left behind countless guests and went to a tent less than fifty meters from the banquet hall.

The man in black, who had been waiting for a long time, did not speak, but instead handed over a curled note.

Old Tywin took the book, opened it, glanced at it, and his expression quickly turned serious. He lowered his voice and questioned, "Are you sure there are no mistakes in the information on this?"

“Yes, Your Grace, I have checked repeatedly, there is absolutely no mistake. You had better be prepared, a terrible enemy is coming soon.” The man in black nodded without hesitation.

Because he was wearing a hood and a gray cloak, his features and build were completely obscured.

"So, Mason's frantic expansion of the army isn't aimed at the Iron Throne?" Tywin gripped the note tightly, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know what his purpose is or what he desires. Oh, by the way, I just found out that his real name isn’t Mason at all. The real Mason Aspen has been dead for a long time. He got this name and identity from Lord Baelish,” the man in black quickly added.