The ice-blue dragon egg lay quietly on the crystal platform.
The cracks on its surface seemed more numerous and deeper than before.
But that faint life fluctuation seemed to have disappeared.
Did the thrilling confrontation just now exhaust its last trace of vitality?
Lynn's heart sank sharply.
No way?
I fought with my life.
And you're telling me it's over?
No, you can still hold on.
Lynn, not believing in evil, reached out his hand again, carefully touching the stone egg.
The touch was still icy and hard.
But this time, Lynn felt a slight difference.
Beneath that deathly cold, there seemed to be a very faint, almost imperceptible warmth hidden.
It was like an unyielding spark, buried deep beneath ten thousand years of ice.
Lynn slowly infused Ice Magic into his palm.
He wanted to see if there would be any reaction.
However, nothing happened.
The dragon egg, like a stubborn stone, was unresponsive to his power.
"Damn it."
Lynn couldn't help but curse under his breath.
Is it really hopeless?
Lynn recalled what had just happened.
It seemed that the dragonflame aura and magic from the Valyrian steel sword had saved his life.
Thinking of this.
Lynn placed the steel sword on the dragon egg.
This time, he not only activated Ice Magic but also infused the dragonflame aura into it.
Ice and Fire.
Two completely opposite forces were simultaneously injected into the petrified dragon egg.
At this very moment.
A change occurred again!
The ice-blue stone egg trembled violently!
Immediately after, the dragon scale patterns on its surface began to erupt with dazzling light!
It was no longer the faint, flickering light from before.
Instead, it was a scorching, golden-red light that seemed to illuminate the entire cave!
"Buzz—!"
A powerful life pulsation erupted from within the stone egg!
That pulsation was filled with an unrivaled majesty!
The temperature in the cave began to rise at an alarming rate.
The platform carved from ice crystals began to melt.
The frost on the walls also turned into water droplets, dripping onto the ground.
Toren and Jason and the others, startled by this sudden change, retreated repeatedly.
They looked at the glowing stone egg in horror.
Feeling as if they were facing an erupting volcano.
Only Lynn stood still, unmoving.
His face was filled with ecstasy!
He could feel it!
Inside that stone egg.
The life that had slept for millions of years.
Was awakening!
He succeeded!
He successfully activated this petrified dragon egg!
By a strange twist of fate, he had simulated the "Ice and Fire" conditions required to activate a dragon egg in legend!
Although this dragon egg had not truly hatched yet, it was no longer a lifeless stone.
It's alive!
As long as it's alive, there will be a day when it breaks out of its shell!
However, Lynn was now having a headache again; the hatching conditions for a true dragon are even more stringent, requiring blood, and different kinds of blood... Daenerys needed the blood of a wise man (Mirri Maz Duur the witch), the blood of a king (Khal Drogo), and the blood of a true dragon (herself or her unborn child) to hatch her dragons.
Who should he find to hatch his own?
Go hitch a ride with Daenerys?
Good idea.
But Daenerys is too far away from him.
Whose wise man's blood?
Just grab someone from the Citadel, that should work, right.
Robert's king's blood would definitely work, a king in every sense, but the difficulty is a bit high.
However, his son Joffrey should also work.
As for true dragon's blood, Lynn's first thought was Jon... Currently, the only people with ancient Valyrian blood are Maester Aemon, Jon, Daenerys, and Viserys.
But would it work, after all, Daenerys is of the rare unburnt bloodline... It seems he still needs to plan for the long term.
The light gradually faded.
The dragon egg returned to its ice-blue color.
But it was no longer cold.
Lynn could clearly feel from his palm that a strong and powerful heartbeat was constantly emanating from within it.
And a sense of intimacy filled with affection and dependence.
It... regarded him as its mother?
It's the same with chickens and ducks.
There really is such a possibility.
Lynn's expression became a little strange.
He doesn't have Targaryen blood, so he probably won't be able to command this dragon once it hatches, right?
Forget it, for now, he can only take one step at a time.
Thinking of this, Lynn's anxiety lessened considerably.
After Arya calmed down, she also curiously examined the dragon egg.
She just didn't notice that Nymeria, at her feet, had tucked her tail between her legs... "My Lord..."
Toren's trembling voice pulled Lynn's thoughts back.
"This... dragon egg?"
Lynn withdrew his hand and carefully picked up the now warm dragon egg from the ice crystal platform.
He looked at Toren and the other soldiers whose faces were filled with horror, and took a deep breath.
He knew that this secret could no longer be kept hidden.
Moreover, he needed these people to keep this secret for him, a secret that could almost overturn the entire world.
"That's right."
"It's alive."
Lynn raised the dragon egg in his hand.
"It is the ultimate weapon we will use to fight the Long Night, to burn away all darkness."
Everyone gasped.
This fossilized dragon egg could actually hatch a dragon!
Their faces were filled with expressions even more shocked than when they had seen the wights earlier.
A dragon!
That was the exclusive mythical creature of the House Targaryen!
The ancestors of the House Targaryen were Valyrians.
Valyrians mastered fire magic and could ride dragons, powerful magical creatures!
And the House Targaryen was the last line with Valyrian blood, and their bloodline allowed them to also ride dragons!
And their commander had actually found a fossilized dragon egg?
And seemed to be able to hatch it?
This... this was simply too bizarre!
All the soldiers' gazes towards Lynn completely changed.
If before, they had held Lynn in awe and conviction.
Then now, it was fanaticism!
A person who could receive guidance from the Old Gods, and even revive a legendary dragon egg.
He was no ordinary man.
He was an envoy of the Old Gods, sent to save them, to save the entire North!
"My Lord!"
Toren was the first to kneel on one knee, placing his longsword across his chest, and said in an incredibly devout tone:
"I, Toren, swear by the Old Gods, that I will follow you forever, until death!"
"We swear to follow My Lord until death!"
The Northern Guards behind him also knelt on one knee in unison.
The Rangers of the Night's Watch exchanged glances.
"We swear by the Seven Gods, that we will follow My Lord forever!"
Their voices were filled with fervent loyalty.
Arya stared blankly at this scene.
A sudden, inexplicable sense of pride welled up in her heart.
Lynn looked at the scene before him, his heart also surging with emotion.
From this moment on, this team belonged entirely to him.
They were no longer just his subordinates.
They were more like his believers!
"Rise, all of you."
Lynn helped Toren up and spoke to the others.
Then Lynn carefully wrapped the dragon egg in a soft animal hide and held it tightly in his arms.
"We should leave."
Lynn's gaze swept over the murals in the cave that recorded the history of the Long Night.
"But before we leave, we have one more thing to do."
He looked at Toren.
"Burn this place down for me!"
"Burn it?"
Toren was stunned for a moment.
"Exactly."
A cold, sharp light flashed in Lynn's eyes.
Clearly, he was still angry about being "ambushed" earlier.
Although he had benefited greatly from the misfortune.
But that was not enough to quell his anger.
If it weren't for the system's novice protection protocol, he would have died long ago!
After he died, Arya would also marry someone else.
Thinking of this, the anger in Lynn's eyes intensified.
Damn it.
"No matter who this altar is dedicated to."
"And no matter what secrets it hides."
"I just want it to completely disappear from this world!"
"Yes, My Lord!"
Toren no longer had any questions and immediately led his men to carry out the order.
They moved half of the lamp oil they carried into the cave.
Then, they lit the hemp rope at the entrance of the cave.
The lamp oil covered the entire cave.
As the lamp oil ignited, raging flames erupted inside!
Lynn, holding the dragon egg in his arms, stood in the distance, coldly watching the sea of fire.
There was no expression on his face.
But he was sneering inwardly.
Didn't you want to use this dragon egg as a trap?
Now, the egg is mine.
And your altar is gone.
I'd like to see what tricks you have up your sleeve next.
Just as Lynn turned to leave.
A will filled with endless malice remotely locked onto him.
As if a pair of invisible eyes were staring intently at him from the darkness.
And at the dragon egg in his arms.
Lynn's footsteps paused.
He didn't look back.
He just curled his lips into a provocative arc.
You, Night King, are still a hundred thousand li away from here; if you have the guts, teleport to my side!
At most, you'll send some minions to harass me.
I have a Valyrian steel sword!
Want to snatch the dragon egg?
Then come and try!