There was no doubt that as a Master Dalaran, necromancy had never been something Zhang Cheng was good at, to be exact, he had never even practiced even the slightest bit before this, the only thing he had was a small amount of theoretical knowledge from books.

In particular, transforming a dead egg into a new life form requires not only a great deal of magic, but also a huge risk of the unknown.

However, for him, this is a rare opportunity to gain experience, at least in Azeroth and the Magic Earth, conducting an undead magic experiment of this scale will definitely be wanted and hunted down.

With a strong anticipation, he began a ruthless slaughter of his captives, and in a matter of days, hundreds of ironmen and pirates were sacrificed, and the horrific desiccated corpses were piled up.

I don't know why, the vitality revealed in the dragon egg is getting stronger and stronger, but there is not even the slightest sign of hatching......

"Strange, why hasn't it been transformed yet, is there something wrong with me?" Zhang Cheng muttered as he frowned as he gently stroked the eggshell that surrounded the large amount of black mist.

Due to the relationship of a large number of sacrifices, the terrifying death aura in the dragon egg has begun to overflow outward, and any ordinary person who approaches it is afraid that it will be invaded by energy in an instant, which can lead to serious illness, or death on the spot and be transformed into an undead creature.

Obviously, he couldn't look up the information right now, and he couldn't ask Archmage Dalaran for advice, the only thing he could do was to be patient, praying that he hadn't misremembered every step described in the book.

A day passed, and the dragon eggs did not hatch......

Three days passed, and the dragon eggs did not hatch......

A week has passed, and the dragon eggs still haven't hatched......

Half a month has passed, and the dragon egg still remains in a state of half-life and half-death......

At this time, the rich death aura emanating from the surface of the dragon egg began to make Zhang Cheng feel a sense of panic, the original silver-gray eggshell had already turned into pure black under the influence of energy, and the surface was densely covered with magic patterns symbolizing death. It was as if in that black smoke was giving birth to a terrifying lifeform.

When he was a little unsure if the situation was a little out of his control, Moroya suddenly pushed open the door and burst in.

This psychologically distorted and sick woman first glanced at the mountains of dried corpses piled up on the ground, and then walked quickly to the front and said cautiously: "Master, bad news, there are no living captives in our dungeon. Also, my sister Lynnice had just arrived at the port, but she didn't come alone, but with Trag Omeron, Prince of Trade, and an entire fleet. ”

"Oh, a fleet, what does she want to do?" Zhang Cheng pursed the corners of his lips and smiled dangerously.

"I think...... She probably came for the inheritance. Moroya looked up, a cruel smile on her face as well.

Perhaps in the eyes of many, Tragg O'Meuron, Prince of Trade, was a formidable opponent, with wealth, fleets, mercenaries, and slaves no less than any of the great nobles of Westeros.

But in Zhang Cheng's eyes, the Prince of Trade, Treg O'Melon, is just a strong ant, and he can crush him to death with a casual touch of his fingers.

But he didn't understand what gave the other party the courage to dare to set foot in the old town to support his concubine.

Could it be that Trig O'Meren didn't know that in front of the dragon, any fleet, any army, would be as fragile as a piece of paper?

Or is this guy some other purpose?

Of course, it is not ruled out that the other party is really stupid, just like those slave owners in Slave Bay, who actually think that they can defeat Daenerys with three dragons on a frontal battlefield.

If that's the case, Zhang Cheng doesn't mind teaching the other party a good lesson, and by the way, capture Reese and check if there is anything he needs in his treasure trove.

After thinking about this, he put aside his grudge that the dragon eggs had not yet hatched, and turned and walked towards the exit, intending to see how beautiful Lynnice was, who could make Jorah Mormont remember.

Seeing this, Moroya hurriedly followed, but she didn't want to stay in the eerie basement for a second.

But less than a minute after the two of them left their front feet, the dragon egg, which had not moved, suddenly made a clicking sound, followed by several cracks on the surface of the bullet case, and a wrinkled, silver-gray young dragon came out of it.

Unlike ordinary dragons, its eyes have no pupils, not even eyeballs, only two cold white glows, and the blue sky of its mouth is not sparks, but smoke full of rancid death.

With no heartbeat, no body temperature, and no intelligence, the newborn little guy was completely driven by instinct, and pounced directly on a shriveled corpse, opening his mouth and sucking hard.

I saw a silver-white translucent soul that was sucked out, and its face was full of pain and became the food for the growth of the young dragon.

Followed by the second, third, fourth......

In less than half an hour, it ate the hundreds of dead souls in the basement, and its size quickly swelled from the size of a plate to the size of a truck, and it slowly fell into a deep sleep on the ground.

You don't have to ask to know that it needs a while to digest after a full meal.

Kulo Kirba, who lived on the top floor of the Tower, seemed to sense the threat, and opened his eyes suddenly, flicking his tail restlessly, and his nostrils continued to spew golden sparks from his nostrils.

But this anxiety comes and goes quickly.

When it realized that the threat was coming from the bottom of the tower, it quickly fell silent.

Because it knew that it was the place where its master conducted magic experiments, and since the master did not notify it to help, it meant that the situation was not out of control, and there was no need to worry too much.

In this way, without anyone noticing, it is very likely that the first undead creature in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire was born at the lowest level of the Towering Tower, and even passed the most dangerous nascent stage.

No one knows what that means, and no one understands how disruptive it was and how it will affect the future.

As the initiator, Zhang Cheng had no idea that his dangerous creation had hatched, and he was sitting in the living room looking at Lynnice Hightower who had come from afar.

I have to say that although she has serious flaws in her character, she is indeed very beautiful, with long blond hair, milky white skin like snow, and a weak temperament of a little woman, it is no wonder that she can conquer Jorah Mormont and Trig O'Molon successively.

For now, the woman is dressed in a purple silk robe popular in the free city-state, exposing large swaths of seductive skin on her chest and back, showing off her bumpy curves.

And her man, Trag Omeron, Prince of Trade, seemed to be completely unconcerned that his woman was being appreciated by other men, and took the lead in stepping forward, touching his chest with one hand and bowing: "It's a great honor to meet you, Count Mason." Know that even on the other side of the sea, we can listen to stories and legends about you. ”

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