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Obviously, in order to increase the chances of survival, the three guys in the back deliberately chose odd numbers at the same time, because the rules just now did not specify whether the person who guessed correctly will be burned to death first, or the person who guessed wrong will be burned to death first.

This also means that standing on the side of the majority is likely to be safer, and even avoid death...

Looking at these criminals who would do anything to survive, Zhang Cheng couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile, and started throwing pebbles to the ground one by one in front of everyone.

When there was only the last stone left, he held up the stone and said, "It's an even number. It seems that the lucky one is born, isn't it?"

"No! No! No! Don't burn me to death! I just stole some money! I shouldn't be punished like this!" The fat man broke down instantly, and burst into tears.

"Quiet! Who told Lucky it was you?" Zhang Cheng glanced at him angrily.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand something. He turned his head and stared at the other three people next to him with malicious eyes, and finally laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! I'm sorry! Kill me! Instead, I killed myself!"

"what?!"

"Damn! This guy actually intends to burn us three at once!"

"Demon! He must be a murderous demon!"

……

Accompanied by desperate curses, the three unlucky guys were pulled out by Zhang Cheng and forced to the side of the wooden shelf. One of them tried to resist, but his legs were broken abruptly, and he was thrown on the ground like a dead dog. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

moment!

A bright flame flew out from his fingertips, directly igniting the wood soaked in oil, and in the blink of an eye, the sky-high flames lit up the night sky!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!!"

"No!"

"Please let me go!"

Under the burning of the raging flames, the prisoners wailed piercingly and twisted their bodies constantly, trying to break free from the shackles of the rope and escape from the flames.

But when they broke free from the burnt rope, their legs were severely burned and they couldn't run at all.

The fat man who survived stared at the purgatory scene in front of him with his eyes wide open, trembling all over his body.

But Zhang Cheng didn't pay any attention to the other party, all his attention was attracted by the dragon egg.

Just when he was about to strengthen the flame protection barrier and go in to check the condition of the dragon egg, the mysterious energy in the air, which was originally slack, suddenly became active, rushing towards the direction of the dragon egg.

At the same time, a looming red star appeared in the sky.

Although the brightness is very, very weak, it can already be observed with the naked eye.

As a person who has read the original work, Zhang Cheng immediately realized that this was the comet that heralds the change of seasons and the revival of dragons and magic, and he sighed incredulously: "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! So this is what I've been doing all this time." Looking for, but missing the key point!"

Obviously, the planet where A Song of Ice and Fire is located does not originally have so-called magical energy, and everything originates from this crimson comet.

In other words, whenever the red comet starts to approach, it will sprinkle the energy it carries, just like Halley's comet will bring a lot of water vapor when it passes by the earth.

And these energies will exist in the planet's atmosphere for a long time, and be used by those who find the trick. When all the energies are exhausted, things that depend on energy such as dragons and magic will naturally disappear.

With great excitement, Zhang Cheng raised his right hand, trying to absorb some active energy and feel the magical power and attributes contained in it.

But before he could take any action, a piercing cry came from the fire.

"Ow!!!!!!"

At the place where the dragon eggs were placed just now, a young dragon with violet light all over its body rose into the air and revolved around the flame.

There is no doubt that the dragon egg is rotten...

"Come here!" Zhang Cheng, who came back to his senses, immediately issued an order to the young dragon through the power of the contract.

The latter only hesitated for a moment, and soon flapped his wings and landed on his master's shoulders, screaming, not knowing what he was expressing.

Zhang Cheng stretched out his fingers and released a trace of arcane energy. The young dragon immediately opened its mouth to suck greedily after finding out, and the violet scales covering its body emitted a dazzling light.

About two to three minutes later, the baby dragon seemed to be full, opened its mouth and hiccupped, slowly closed its eyes and fell into a lethargic sleep.

Caressing the little guy's scales, which are not yet very hard, Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and said to himself, "Interesting, this dragon can actually devour energy..."

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"Dragon...you...are you a descendant of the Targaryen family?" The fat man asked tremblingly.

After all, in Westeros, most people's impression of dragons is the Targaryen family, and only this family has the ability to tame and control dragons.

Zhang Cheng, who was in a good mood, smiled and pointed to his nose: "Look carefully at the color of my hair and eyes. How do I look like a descendant of the Targaryen family? No, I have nothing to do with this family."

"But you have a dragon? And you can make it obey orders! No one can do this except House Targaryen!" the fat man emphasized loudly.

Although seeing three people burned alive before made him have a strong fear of the young man standing in front of him, as the dragon eggs hatched, his heart surged with strong curiosity.

You must know that since the death of the last dragon, there have been no dragons in Westeros for so long that people have begun to regard dragons as mysterious species that only exist in legends.

"Hehe, no one? I'm afraid you don't know very well. The famous Targaryen family is actually just a survivor who escaped from Valyria. The technology of taming dragons is no secret in Valyria. , but with the coming of the doomsday catastrophe, this miraculous city was destroyed, so the world only knows the Targaryen family, but not Valyria." Zhang Cheng raised his head and looked up at the sky while speaking.

As the crimson comet got closer, he could clearly feel that the concentration of mysterious energy began to increase rapidly. According to the current speed, a few months at most would be enough to change the whole world.

He was very curious, what was that red comet that carried such a huge amount of mysterious energy, so that just a little leaked aftermath could affect a planet's ecological environment, humanities, history, and even its derivatives? form of civilization.

If you steal purer mysterious energy directly from the comet, can you combine it with arcane energy to make yourself stronger?

With all kinds of guesses, Zhang Cheng carefully hid the sleeping young dragon under the cloak, turned around and walked towards the city gate.

No need to ask, he knew that he wanted to leave this unknown beach, leave the charred corpses remaining in the fire, and return to his residence under the cover of night before the patrolling guards discovered the anomaly.

But before he took a few steps, the fat man trapped on the rock suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Wait! My lord! What should I do? You can't just leave me like this! The high tide will kill me alive drowned!"

"Oh! If you didn't remind me, I almost forgot!" Zhang Cheng turned around and pulled out the magic sword——Spirit Keeper. He raised the sword in his hand and chopped off the fat man's chubby head.

The moment the blood spurted out from the neck, a puff of black smoke suddenly came out from the magic sword, dragging out a group of silver translucent substances, and then slowly inhaled into the sword body.

Immediately afterwards, a painful human face appeared on the hilt of the sword.

Obviously, the soul of the fat man imprisoned by the magic sword is still tormenting him. It takes about a few days to transform an ordinary soul into an evil undead...

Staring at the fat man's eyes, Zhang Cheng wiped off the blood on the sword, shrugged his shoulders and said to himself, "I'm sorry, I lied just now. For safety's sake, none of you will survive. "

After saying this, he put on his hood and quietly avoided the patrolling guards, and returned to his residence before dawn to sleep.

……

I don't know how long I slept this time. Anyway, when Zhang Cheng opened his eyes, Blanco was already standing outside the door, bringing the latest news about the brutal political struggle in King's Landing.