While Zhang Cheng was taking the old town into his sphere of influence and continuing to delve into the complex and ever-changing magical knowledge of this world, Daenerys Targaryen, who had just conquered Meereen on the other side of the sea, was staring at the man who suddenly broke into his bedroom with a look of disbelief.

The reason is simple, not only does the other party have hair and eyes that are very similar to the Targaryens, no, to be exact, but they also easily tame three irascible young dragons.

You must know that even she herself can't 100% get Rego, Vicelion, and Drogon to obey her orders, but the man in front of her has the dragon crawling at his feet, like a puppy flattering to his master......

"Who are you?" Daenerys finally couldn't help but say tentatively.

"Hehe, good evening, the last bloodline of the Targaryens, you are much more beautiful than rumored. My name is Eric, and I am a lowly servant of the Great Master. Hundreds of years ago, your ancestors made a pact with my master, and now I ask you to fulfill the last of the pact and hand over your army of the Unsullied and the three dragons. The man didn't mean to hide it, and he showed his intention generously.

You don't need to ask to know that he is exploring the ruins of Valyria with Zhang Cheng, but he chose to betray at a critical moment and was almost killed by Eric.

Transformed by the dragon's blood, he has almost escaped from the realm of humans, and although it looks like nothing on the surface, if you look closely, you will find that there is a layer of scales densely distributed under the white skin, which can transform into a half-dragon and half-human monster at any time by activating the hidden magical power in the bloodline.

In a way, he was almost no different from the Valyrians who had also undergone body modifications, so taming a newborn dragon cub was easier than eating and drinking.

"Contract, what contract, how come I've never heard of it, who is your master?" Daenerys asked with a frown, stern in tone.

Eric shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, you're not qualified enough to know your master's name. As for the contents of the contract, it should be that your father has not had time to tell you. The last bloodline of House Targaryen, tell me your choice, is it to be my enemy, or to be my ally?"

As a deceased princess who had experienced a bullied childhood, Daenerys undoubtedly hated this aggressive posture very much, so she refused without thinking: "Sorry, I haven't heard of any contracts, and I don't like your attitude, so please leave immediately, or I'll call the guards." ”

"Stupid and willful! But it doesn't matter, I'll train you slowly after I've completed my master's task, and I'm sure the process will be very pleasant. But for now, I'd advise you not to scream, or I'm sure whoever walks in through the door will be engulfed in the scorching dragon flames. Eric pursed the corners of his lips and cast his gaze on the seductive body under the other's translucent silk nightgown.

Ever since he gained the power of dragon blood, he could feel that his desires in some aspects were rising, and if he wasn't afraid of delaying the task delivered by Kronada, he might have pounced on it immediately and enjoyed the famous "Mother of Dragons" first.

"Drogon!Dragon Burn!" Daenerys was keenly aware of this naked prying eyes, and was furious and gave her dragon the order to attack.

Interestingly, Drogen's very rare failure to act on it instead of lying on the ground and whining and screaming, as if he was fighting against some invisible restraint.

At the same time, Rego and Viserion also began to shake their heads desperately for no reason, looking extremely painful.

When Daenerys saw this, she immediately rushed to the front and shouted, "Damn, what did you do to my children?!"

"No, I didn't do anything, they just couldn't resist the power that the Great Director had given me, the true dragon bloodline!" said Eric, opening his arms and releasing an indescribable aura, followed by a layer of bright red scales covering his body in just a dozen seconds.

His head grew crooked horns, his hands turned into sharp claws, even a thick and long tail grew from the back of his buttocks, and most importantly, his eyes, which were originally lilac, turned into vertical pupils like beasts.

"Weird...... Monster?!" Daenerys was undoubtedly startled by the sudden change, and hurriedly stood up and tried to run out the door.

Before he could take a few steps, he immediately felt his neck clasped by powerful claws, and then his feet slowly lifted off the ground and were lifted up by force.

"Hahahaha! Monsters, take a good look! This is what a true dragon king should be! From now on, your army, your dragons, and even yourself belong to me. Eric let out an unbridled laugh.

But before he could rejoice for a few minutes, the door was suddenly slammed open, and seven or eight unsullied men with spears rushed outside, and the leader noticed Daenerys' breathless appearance, and immediately roared angrily: "Bastard, let go of the Queen!"

Eric glanced at it disdainfully, sneered and sarcastically, "Hmph! Fools who can't help themselves! Kill them for me!"

With an order, the three young dragons, who were still struggling just now, quickly got up from the ground, opened their mouths and spewed out hot flames, their eyes no longer full of emotion, but full of incomparable indifference.

The completely defenseless Unsullied were engulfed in an instant, screaming and turning into black, charred corpses.

Smelling the rich smell of burnt paste coming from the air, Jorah Mormon, who was hiding in the doorway, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking advantage of the gap where the enemy's vision was blocked by black smoke, he suddenly rushed in, aimed at one of the thick and powerful arms, and slashed down.

Burst!

"Ah!!!!!! how dare you hurt me!" Eric let go of his claws, trying to grab the sword that had slashed him.

Daenerys, who had regained her freedom, turned around and ran out of the gate.

Looking at the beautiful and sexy back, Jorah Mormont shouted without looking back: "My Queen, run, run, leave Meereen and go back to Westeros, go find ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the sharp claws pierced through the armor on the spot, tearing through his chest cavity and gouging out his beating heart.

Daenerys, who was running frantically, seemed to realize something, and couldn't help but start crying, but she didn't mean to stop at all, and continued to run desperately towards the stairs, knowing that if she stopped, Jorah Mormont's sacrifice would be in vain.

At the same time, the Unsullied who heard the sound of the fight also rushed to the scene, and used their lives to stop Eric's pursuit.

Eventually, thanks to their efforts, Daenerys managed to sneak into the cargo hold of a merchant ship, and with the help of dawn, slowly left the harbor and headed for the Old Town.

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