Chapter 56 Fourteen Fire Peaks
Fourteen columns of smoke rolled out from the crater, and the blue sky was also obscured by black smoke, as if there were 14 groups of black clouds that would never dissipate.
Surrounded by the fourteen volcanic peaks, there is a huge city without city walls, and tall buildings stretch out wantonly in all directions.
This is a magnificent city that only gods deserve to own!
"Roar--"
The towering black towers are like the fingers of gods, piercing the sky, and there are seventy or eighty giant dragons leisurely circling among the towering towers. Red dragons, white dragons, golden dragons, green dragons, black dragons, purple dragons. The colorful dragons can fill the colors of all things in the world, and they are as beautiful as the elves under the command of the gods.
The view descends below the clouds, and you can see that even in sunny days, the city is filled with a layer of burning dark red light.
That is the lava river winding down from the waist of the fourteen fire peaks. Looking closely, this city has a bit of the style of the water city Venice.
However, what flows between the blocks and buildings is not seawater, but a glowing, hot, and smoking lava river.
The windows of the black stone towers, which are mixed with the original, also emit red light of the same color as the lava, as if they are absorbing the light, heat, and magic from the lava river.
There are no pedestrians on the streets on the ground, and there are no residents in the low buildings above the ground. In fact, the low sky is always filled with gray-black smoke, and it is difficult for life to survive in it. Only on the highest floor of the.
Tower of Babel, in the sky garden decorated with mythical stone sculptures such as griffins, dragons, and gargoyles, handsome men and women with silver hair sit in the garden, read books on their knees, attend lively banquets, linger in the carnival, or stroke the head of the dragon by the fence and whisper to their companions.
They are the ancient Valyrian dragon kings living in the sky city. They conquer the world with dragons, control volcanoes with magic, and extract magic from the magma.
They enjoy power and wealth that even the gods envy.
The Tower of Babel has different uses. There are dome-covered residences, hollow gardens on the top, and wizard towers with huge blue magic balls flashing. They are all extremely tall and indestructible.
In the center of the Tower of Babel, there stands a 300-meter-high wizard tower. On the top square, a tall old man with gorgeous clothes and a majestic face covered the surface of the magic ball with his hands, and countless images flashed in his eyes.
On this tower, he reads real-time information from major city-states around the world. At 5 o'clock every afternoon, wizards stationed around the world will convey the major events of the day to the capital of Valyria through glass candles.
"Crack--"
At this moment, a golden dragon flew from the other end of the city. The young knight in silver silk robe jumped off the dragon's back nimbly, walked quickly to the majestic old man, saluted respectfully, and said: "Your Excellency the Great Wizard, Inar Targaryen is selling his property."
The old man didn't even turn his head, still extracting useful information from the magic ball and responding to certain inquiries, "All the property?"
"All, including the Tower of Connected Heaven. It is said that it is because his daughter Daenys Targaryen dreamed that Valyria would be destroyed in the near future." The dragon knight said softly.
"The Targaryen family has fallen." The great wizard was not angry, but said sarcastically: "The city court declared Inar guilty. He failed several times in appeals, and the deadline for appeal is about to pass.
As a loser in the game of thrones, if he does not choose to exile himself, he can only wash away his foolish behavior at the cost of blood and life.
I always thought he was a brave man, but I didn't expect him to be so cowardly and shamelessly use his daughter's sleep talk as a shield. Do you know his destination?"
"Westeros."
"Westeros?" The old man frowned for the first time, "As the saying goes, 'The world is infinite, but it is also under the shadow of the dragon's wings', but that piece of land in the far west belongs to our Dragon King. It's not a forbidden area, but it's not worth it to make enemies with those ancient gods for such a broken place."
"We have even sealed R'hllor, are we afraid of the decaying and dying original god?" the young man asked puzzled.
The old man pondered for a moment and said in a low voice: "You are the legal heir of the Fifth Peak, and you have tamed your own dragon at a young age. You are also qualified to know the secrets that only the 14th Peak Master can know."
The old man took back his skinny hands that had been placed on the magic ball, walked slowly to the balcony, looked at the magnificent city below, and sighed: "The Valyrians wantonly absorbed the magic power of the earth veins and built the sky city. To all other nations, they are as noble as gods.
But we are not gods after all.
For thousands of years, our Wizard Alliance has been working tirelessly and has always hoped to cultivate our own gods.
Not the rubbish faith spirit of Qar'th, but real gods, like the old gods and R'hllor.
Unfortunately, Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes. Even if they are stronger than that blue-lipped man, they are still not real gods.
All things in the world, including dragons and demigods, have life and death, and only gods can be eternal.
The old gods you look down on are indeed decayed and corrupt, but as long as someone remembers them, they will never really die."
"But even true gods cannot interfere with the secular world, and a group of ancient gods are not as useful as a dragon." The young dragon king of the fifth peak argued unconvinced.
Although he is young, his family has been trained as the next generation of peak masters, and he is also an apprentice of the great wizard. He knows far more secrets than marginal nobles like Targaryen.
The old man nodded and said, "Yes, the gods cannot directly interfere with the world of mortals. R'hllor is known as the god of fire, but he cannot make a dead leaf burn out of thin air.
But the gods do not need to take action directly, they can change the whole world through their believers.
Just like me, the great wizard of the Valyrian Free Fortress, I have never left the wizard tower for 30 years, but the world has been under my rule, and the sky and the earth change color because of my anger.
Ordinary people cannot imagine my methods, and we cannot despise the power of the gods."
"Great wizard, I have learned from you!" The young man was sincere and respectful.
Finally, he said, "Targaryen did not enter Westeros directly. He planned to settle down on Dragonstone, which is a fortress on the western border of Valyria. They are also guarding the border for the empire."
"Yeah." The old man nodded indifferently.
"Huh?"
The great wizard who accidentally glanced at the sky suddenly changed his expression. He took a few steps and came to the blue magic ball the size of the celestial globe, and covered it with his hands again.
"Who is it? Dare to spy on Valyria. Hey, whose child are you?" The old man first scolded loudly, and his expression softened after a while, but he was still a little surprised and doubtful.
"What happened?" The young man asked hurriedly.
"Someone has been eavesdropping on our conversation." The old man's voice was light, and his face became more suspicious.
"Who is so bold?" The young man was shocked and angry.
"It's not an outsider, a little dragon king, with outstanding talent, but" the old man was surprised and puzzled, "but she doesn't even know basic spells and can't communicate with me."
"Even if you are a great noble of Valyria, you cannot spy on the wizard tower. Didn't her parents and mentor tell her?" the young man said angrily.
"I sense the breath of the Belleris family." The old man said uncertainly.
"First Peak. Belleris?" The young man's face changed, his voice was suspicious, and his expression was extremely solemn.
The old man's own magic power resonated with the magic ball of the wizard tower. Strange runes flashed in his eyes continuously. He still had the strength to say: "Maybe, you can go to the First Peak to ask later. I gave her a set of '108 letter standard pronunciation table'. If you guess wrong, you can ask her directly next time you meet her-ah?"
"Little girl, your vitality is drastically lost. What happened? Forget it, you can hear me, you are probably entangled by evil spirits. Where is your dragon? If the dragon is not around, immediately enter the dragon spirit state." The old man shouted to the sky.
The voice was anxious, full of worry and anger, "Which blood mage is so bold as to dare to take the blood of the true dragon of Valyria."
"Great wizard, you said she can do the legendary 'dragon spirit'?"
Compared to someone daring to take action against the true dragon blood, the dragon spirit shocked him more.
Noticing that the consciousness retreated, and there was still a faint breath of her dragon, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned to the young man and said: "I just said that the little guy has good talent."
"But Balerion, Vhagar."
Dany couldn't hear the rest of the words, her consciousness had been withdrawn from the river of time.
When she sought wizard knowledge suitable for herself from the immortals, a blue light curtain rose in the darkness, and then countless pictures appeared in front of her.
Under the guidance of the mysterious power, Dany saw Valyria before the end of the world, and just like watching TV "changing channels", she easily adjusted her perspective to the wizard tower that might not be the tallest, but definitely the most mysterious.
Dany was amazed by the huge magic ball. Later, she saw the Black Stone Tower of Babel extracting power from the lava river, saw the old wizard using the magic ball to manage the entire world, and heard the secrets about the gods.
For the first time, she truly felt the power and advancement of Valyrian civilization.
Did I see the past, or did my consciousness travel to that time?
Thinking like this, Dany entered the dragon spirit state.
The soul of the real dragon is with her!
She felt the essence of life, the spirit and spirit flowing out like a flood breaking through the dam, and opened her "eyes": the immortals who had been standing still before left the chair beside the stone table. They surrounded her like a fishing net, and the icy blue shadows chanted sharp spells while tearing the golden life essence from her body.
This is the perspective of the dragon.
Dany opened her eyes, and the scenery changed again, becoming extremely terrifying: a group of blue corpses like zombies, with bright blue eyes, radiating endless greedy light, crowded around Dany, pulling, caressing, and dragging her clothes with their cold and shriveled hands, touching her body, and entwining their fingers with her hair.
Dany felt like she was being paralyzed by a ghost, the strength of her limbs disappeared at the same time, she couldn't move, and even her heart stopped beating.
She felt a hand digging out the charming purple eyeball from her eye socket and stuffing it into her mouth. She saw sharp teeth pressing on her soft throat.
"Ah--" Dany screamed angrily, "You are looking for death!"
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