Spellcasting Heavens

red!

Brilliant hot red!

Even from a few meters away, you can feel the rushing heat wave!

In less than a minute, a small pit with a diameter of more than 80 cm appeared on the floor of the living room. The pit was filled with magma formed by the melting of marble.

Tyrion Lannister waited for two eyes full of horror, and carefully poured a little of the remaining wine in the glass into the pit.

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laugh! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

With a harsh sound, the wine was immediately evaporated into a white mist, which slowly floated out of the house along the window.

Oh - my God! What is this thing? Even wildfires can't reach that high temperature, can they? asked the little devil dumbfounded.

He couldn't believe that a small bottle of unknown substance could bring such terrifying destructive power, even the hard marble melted. Once it fell on a person, the consequences would be unimaginable, and even the whole body would be preserved. not come down.

As for Bronn, he was so frightened that he retreated to the door. As long as he found that the situation was not good, he would turn around and run away without a word.

As a mercenary who had killed people at the age of twelve, he could face blood and death calmly, but he could not face mysterious forces far beyond his comprehension.

Humph! Don't compare my dragon flame with something like wildfire, I would consider it an insult. As you can see, it can generate high-temperature flames that can melt steel and rock when it comes into contact with air. , just like the dragon flame spewed out by the legendary dragon, any protection is useless in front of it. Just imagine, if the important figures of the enemy were burned to death on the battlefield, how would his army react? Zhang Cheng explained with a playful look on his face.

There is no doubt that this tentatively named Dragon Flame is the first by-product he obtained by studying the internal structure of the dragon.

The principle is even simpler. It is to use a small amount of young dragon blood to inject a large amount of mysterious energy that permeates the air.

When a certain critical point is reached, the energy will activate a certain substance in the dragon's blood, resulting in a terrifying high-temperature flame, which is almost the same as the dragon flame sprayed from the dragon's mouth.

Probably the only difference is that the dragon can control the temperature and range of the dragon flame, but this artificially made thing is not controlled and will never stop unless it burns out.

Although the method of making dragon flames is not complicated, because it requires dragon blood, only he and Daenerys, who is far on the other side of the sea, can do it in the entire world of ice and fire.

Since Daenerys' control of dragons is far inferior to that of Zhang Cheng, and she also has no professionals in this field, if she wants to develop something similar, she is afraid that it will be impossible to wait until the White Walkers go south.

Tyrion stroked the thick stubble of his chin, and seemed to be seriously considering the use of this new thing in actual combat.

After a while, he asked in an uncertain tone: Can I take the liberty to ask, what is the production of dragon flames? If I want to use them, do I need to pay extra for golden dragons or other conditions?

Zhang Cheng smiled and waved his hand: Don't worry, dear Tyrion, don't worry. Before that, I hope to hear your opinion on the current situation. You know that I once fought with your self-righteous idiot sister. If you're sorry, if it wasn't for Duke Tywin's sake, I would have snapped her neck and threw the body into the cesspool.

Hahahaha! I'm glad you feel exactly like me in this regard. Don't worry, my father sent me to King's Landing this time to keep my nasty sister and uncontrolled nephew in check. . Instead of being angry, the little devil laughed happily.

Oh? Then you really worked hard. As far as I know, neither your sister nor your nephew likes to be controlled. Zhang Chengcheng hinted meaningfully.

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders indifferently: It doesn't matter, I was fully prepared when I came. Not to mention that with the war in the north reaching a stalemate,

How to defend against the Baratheon brothers in the south became a huge problem. At a critical moment like this, any troublemaker will be severely punished, whether he is king or queen.

Zhang Cheng nodded thoughtfully: I see. Besides, you haven't answered me yet, what do you think about the current situation?

It's very simple, both Renly and Stannis claim their right to the Iron Throne, so I think there will be a civil war between them before the siege of King's Landing, I hope The longer this civil war lasts, the better. The little devil made no secret of his malice towards the enemy.

As he describes it, if the civil war between the Baratheon brothers lasted long enough, they themselves would have exhausted their war potential, and even marching north would not be as big of a threat as they are now.

But unfortunately, the ideal state is not destined to become a reality.

No one knows how long it will be before Stannis will let Melisandre cast shadow magic, kill his own brother, and then integrate the supporters of House Baratheon into a campaign of unprecedented scale.

Very accurate prediction, it seems that you are much smarter than your sister. Do you know? I like to deal with smart people, so I solemnly promise again that as long as you are still Prime Minister, I will support your decision unconditionally. Speaking, Zhang Cheng raised the glass that had just been filled.

Tyrion hurriedly raised the cup and responded with a smile: I also promise that all your efforts will be rewarded handsomely.

Hey! After all, Lannister has to pay his debts, doesn't he? Bronn interjected, raising his glass.

That's right! To the great Lannister! Cheers! There was a hint of playfulness in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and he raised his head and drank it.

To the great Lannister!

To the great Lannister!

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The other two didn't notice the abnormality at all, they toasted and drank, and began to chat about all kinds of pornographic and violent fun while eating hearty food.

Before I knew it, more than three hours had passed.

When Tyrion realized that he had stayed for too long, he had begun to stagger a little, and finally put the letter into Zhang Cheng's hand, and then took Bronn to the Red Fort on the top of the mountain.

Anyway, as the incoming Prime Minister, he has to say hello to Cersei and Joffrey, and take his own rights along the way.

Watching them disappear at the end of the street, Zhang Cheng unhurriedly opened the seal, glanced at the contents, and quickly drew a graceful arc at the corners of his mouth, and muttered to himself in a low voice: Count of Bright Water City, this is the right thing to do. It is what I want, and when I complete the marriage with the Tyrell family, I will become a decisive force in the Reach...