hotmtlnovel Chapter 489: Grey Ghost: You Promised Me a Reward.
Chapter 489: Grey Ghost: You Promised Me a Reward.
Chapter 489: Grey Ghost: You Promised Me a Reward.
The blood drops, bright red like jade, dripped into the cracks on the surface of the compass stone. They quickly spread out, covering the stone plate with a spider web-like layer of blood red.
Hum
The compass absorbed the blood, and the spider web bloomed with red light. The surface of the stone body crumbled and fell off inch by inch. In front of Rhaegar, it metamorphosed into a simple gray disc at a speed visible to the naked eye. The difference between the disc and the stone plate was not significant, except that it looked newer. The inscriptions and dragon patterns on the surface were so vivid that they seemed to dance when no one was looking.
The blood-red spider web had turned into blood vessels, intertwined with the dragon patterns. A needle was embedded in the center of the disc, and its point, missing a corner, swayed slightly, pointing to each of the dragon patterns.
Rhaegar examined the compass closely and tried to move the needle. A system prompt sounded in his ear.
“Congratulations, the treasure of the Seer has been activated, and you have obtained...”
[Dragon Compass]
Level: Epic (Purple)
Function: Breathe in the dragon's breath and find the disobedient partner.
Comment: “A high-end dragon taming tool, the life's work of a Seer.”
The disc was officially named, and the stone crumbs floated down, turning into dust and blending into the earth. Rhaegar held the disc in his hands, his mind momentarily blank.
“Dragon compass, dragon taming tool.” The words entered his mind and immediately took high priority. Rhaegar was overjoyed and couldn't help but grin. “I was just looking for a dragon, and now I have a way to find it without any trouble.”
Dragon-taming tools are extremely precious, each one worth a fortune. A relic used to track down a dragon's trail is a treasure from heaven.
"Roar!"
Just as he was about to activate the compass, a roar like a thunderclap spread across half of Dragonstone. A gust of wind blew through the Stone Drum Tower, causing the entire castle to hum like a drum.
Clatter...
Dust fell from the ceiling, and Rhaegar felt his eardrums shake and his head spin. He reached out to embrace the dark dragon egg and rose unsteadily to his feet.
“The roar of the Cannibal,” Rhaegar muttered, his heart racing. Fortunately, the dragon's roar disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Rhaegar quickly stored the black dragon egg and grabbed Vigilance and the compass. The greenhouse was built into the mountain, so there was no need to worry about the dragon eggs being destroyed.
Buzz
As soon as he ran out of the closed stone door, the compass emitted a faint halo of light.
Rhaegar checked it immediately, sensing something strange. The needle on the compass spun rapidly, searching for a dragon pattern on its surface.
Ding!
The needle suddenly stopped, covered with cobweb-like blood-red veins, pointing to the first young dragon pattern. The carving of the young dragon was small, its fangs and claws in a fierce display. The dragon's head, with its dorsal fin turned sideways, had a single vertical pupil full of panic and fear. Surrounded by other dragon patterns, it looked like it was struggling in vain, desperately trying to escape.
"Where is the young dragon?" Rhaegar stared at the compass, his brain working overtime. There had to be a reason why the compass was pointing in this direction.
Buzz
The needle began to spin again, and the red web on the surface of the compass glowed brightly. Eventually, it turned into a red beam and attached itself to the needle.
Click!
The compass made a small sound, and the needle stopped at the pattern of a dragon returning to its nest. Rhaegar's pupils narrowed as he immediately realized the key factor.
"Dragonstone, the young dragon!"
In all of Westeros and the continent of Essos, the only place that could be called a dragon's nest was Dragonmount, the dormant volcano.
“Cannibal is chasing the young dragons,” Rhaegar muttered, a wild grin spreading across his face. He quickened his pace, eager to find the baby dragon.
Without another word, he headed straight for the nest.
...
Meanwhile, on Dragonmont
A towering active volcano stood in the center of the island, with barren mountains extending for more than ten miles to the east and west. Within a radius of tens of miles, the landscape was jagged with rocks.
Within a few steps, he reached the stone steps and bridge. The sea of clouds around him moved constantly, listening to the rhythm of the wind and waves. He glanced down at the compass, watching the needle spin wildly. Each time it stopped, it pointed to Dragonmont behind the bridge.
“A young dragon in the wild, don't run away,” Rhaegar muttered, overjoyed as he followed the compass's guidance. He predicted that the young dragon would appear on Dragonstone. Cannibal's strange behavior was likely due to it hunting the wandering young dragon.
“Don't become an appetizer for the Cannibal!” Knowing the Cannibal's cruel nature, Rhaegar sped up, praying silently. He hoped he would be the first to arrive or that the young dragon would be fortunate enough to evade the Cannibal.
Roar!
As if on cue, a wave of turbulent clouds appeared, hiding a gray dragon shadow within. Rhaegar caught a glimpse and smiled. “Grey Ghost, come out!”
There was only one dragon with gray scales in all of Westeros.
Roar!
Hearing the familiar call, Grey Ghost poked its head out of the clouds, looking around suspiciously. Rhaegar stopped, opened his arms wide, and smiled. “Don't look, I'm alone.”
Roar~
Grey Ghost lowered its head, disappointed, and slowly emerged from the clouds, its well-proportioned body descending gracefully.
Bang
The slender body crouched low, stretching out a pair of large, thin, flexible dragon wings.
"Good friend, help me," Rhaegar asked. “The journey is too far. Take me for a ride.” The Stone Drum Tower was at least ten kilometers from Dragonmont. Climbing the stone staircase and bridge would be a long trek on foot, and the young dragon might not survive the wait.
Roar!
Gray Ghost did not refuse. With a long, grumpy neck, it offered Rhaegar a ride on its back. The dragon's nest at God's Eye Lake had become too boring, so it had sneaked back to Dragonstone. It smelled the dragon's food and came to see Rhaegar and his baby. Sadly, the baby was not there.
Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back and patted its delicate scales. "When my baby grows up, if you like him, you can take him to the sky."
Roar~
Gray Ghost snorted and looked back at him suspiciously. Rhaegar, with his thick skin, continued to paint a grand picture. "You are so beautiful and children will love you."
Roar!
Upon hearing this, Grey Ghost immediately became more spirited, holding its head high to show off its posture. It wasn't ugly; its appearance was quite impressive, certainly more so than the Sheepstealer's ugliness and the Cannibal's horror.
Rhaegar, suppressing his uneasy conscience, urged, “Hurry up, we're going to save a baby dragon, just like I saved you.”
Roar!
When Grey Ghost heard that the Dragoneater Cannibal was after a young dragon, it became unhappy and took off in a hurry. Rhaegar adjusted his position, embracing the cool dragon's neck. Grey Ghost's faith was strong, and its flying speed continued to increase. The dragon's body, already slender, looked like a shuttle at high speeds, expertly controlled by its wings.
...
In the blink of an eye,
The man and dragon leapt over the stone steps and bridge, arriving at the dense jungle in the inner reaches of Dragonmont.
"Roar!"
The Grey Ghost let out a shrill cry, sniffing the strong smell of ash, and landed warily in an open area.
Rhaegar picked up the compass and spotted a pool of blood on the ground. He jumped off the dragon's back and rubbed a piece of blood-stained dirt between his fingers. The smell was strong, and the soil was still warm, proving that the young dragon had indeed been there and was injured.
Rhaegar looked around, seeing no traces of the Cannibal's footprints. He smiled. “You're so big, Cannibal, it must be hard for you to catch small things.”
Cannibal was enormous, with a head and tail more than 140 meters long. A baby dragon was only about a meter long at most, making it difficult to catch in such a confined space.
"Roar!"
The Grey Ghost spread its wings, hopping up and down, pointing its tail at the towering Dragonmont. It had smelled it—the scent of the dragon was drifting in the air.
Rhaegar did not hesitate and jumped onto the dragon's back. “Grey Ghost, pick up the pace.”
The young dragon had escaped for the time being, but that didn't mean it would survive. The Cannibal was a big, bad dragon with a terrible temper. He not only coveted the eggs and bodies of his own kind but also enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. The young dragon might not have died in the jungle, but it was very likely the Cannibal was playing a game of cat and mouse.