Just standing beneath it was enough for one to feel an invisible, knee-weakening pressure, as if those hollow eye sockets were still silently looking down upon tiny mortals.
The flame flickered before it, like a feeble offering to the god of the underworld.
Although the other dragon skulls were slightly smaller, they were still unreasonably huge.
Their colors varied—dark gray like the sky before a storm, dark red like cooled embers, bronze with mottled green rust...
The only similarity was that they were all covered with a thick layer of grayish-white dust, like coffins forgotten for a millennium.
The light of the torch danced and flowed on the bone surfaces of these colossal creatures.
Looking at these awe-inspiring and perfect creations, Jon's heart, which had been lying flat for a long time, also disappointingly beat a few times faster.
Although these behemoths of war had turned into fossils, just a few generations ago, they truly soared in the sky, terrifying the world.
Of course, these epic chapters were not the reason for Jon's surging emotions.
It was only because the transmigrator suddenly realized that in a period of time, presumably not long, he would be able to witness this perfect magical creation soaring in the sky again with his own eyes.
However, while feeling passionate, Jon faintly felt that his body also seemed to have a somewhat warm feeling.
Although after getting the so-called system reward, he had looked forward to it for a while.
But because he was too busy, Jon had never practiced what effect the so-called reward magic actually had.
Out of caution, he didn't intend to be as extreme as the Dragon Mom, facing the burning fire directly from the start.
But most of the time, the transmigrator didn't find any obvious change in his tolerance to fire.
Not only that, this so-called magic was even difficult to activate actively, and was classified by Jon into the passive skill column.
But at this moment, he realized a situation.
That is, perhaps there is nothing wrong with the magic itself; the problem is only this world!
Although there were rumors that when the Doom befell Valyria, magic completely disappeared in the Lands of the Long Summer simultaneously.
But dragon-like products similar to magic only completely went extinct from Westeros more than a century ago!
And around the Jade Sea archipelago, up to now, people have sighted manticores.
Similar rumors occurred in the jungles of Yi Ti, but the protagonist was replaced by terrifying existences like basilisks.
As for Asshai in the far east and the Shadow Lands even further away, there are still traces of warlocks and shadowbinders, and it is unknown how many magical existences are waiting to be discovered by people.
Of course, these are legends waiting to be verified, but Jon understood that magic is bound to reappear and dominate this world.
After all, setting aside the distant Eastern Continent, just in the northernmost part of Westeros, similar things exist.
Although the Wall blocked the traces of White Walkers, wights, giants, and snow bears, the direwolf beside him genuinely represented an existence beyond common sense.
So no matter what, he had to master these extraordinary powers as soon as possible, even if only to live better.
If he didn't take sides or attack actively as soon as possible, then at that time he definitely wouldn't be able to ride a dragon and look down on this land like a god.
Even in the end, he might become prey in the eyes of the dragon and be burned to charcoal by the scorching dragon breath.
However, Jon's deep behavior, falling into Varys's eyes, produced a different meaning.
In view of this, the Master of Whisperers immediately walked past the skeletons of these behemoths as if counting family treasures, and accurately called out their respective names:
Balerion the Black Dread, Tessarion the Blue Queen, Meleys the Red Queen...
Listening to the title of each dragon, Jon could imagine their proudest characteristics, but the only thing he couldn't imagine was what kind of fate the Targaryens who controlled them would have.
That's right, now every Targaryen behind a dragon has turned into dry bones, except for the two across the Narrow Sea and him, the transmigrator.
Although half dragon blood flowed in his veins, the other half of the heart belonging to the direwolf became wild at this moment.
Although he couldn't see the beauty of the dragon, he had already anticipated that Daenerys could make the dragon appear in the world again.
But this seemed to have little to do with him.
If it were before becoming a squire, perhaps he would wait alone at Castle Black until one day he could ride on the back of a dragon.
But after conspiring with Varys, God knows whether Daenerys can live peacefully until that day?
And the dragon eggs that should have been presented at the wedding, God knows where Illyrio has hidden them?
Thinking of this, Jon no longer lingered and quickly caught up with Varys's footsteps.
As the two went deeper underground and started climbing stairs again, the Baron's thoughts became more and more solemn. Especially looking at the secret passage covered with spider webs, Jon even worried if there was an end here.
However, just as this thought flashed through his mind, he saw the bald manager slow down his pace, and then crawled on the ground to look at the wall.
Seeing the Spider like this, Jon just wanted to open his mouth to ask, but he had already heard a burst of noise coming from inside the wall.
In the next moment, the Baron instinctively released his spiritual power, ready to start probing the situation inside.
But just at this time, Varys had already stood up, then pulled the Baron over and signaled him to bend down.
Regarding the Master of Whisperers' signal, Jon only scanned slightly and had already discovered the key.
At the corner of the wall in front of him at this moment, there was a peephole the size of an egg, and the situation inside the wall was completely visible.
But when Jon squinted his eyes to look inside, he found that the scene here was so familiar that he didn't even need to observe carefully to recall the layout inside the room.
Of course, these were irrelevant. The only thing that could firmly attract Jon's gaze was the bulge under Cersei's open lapels!
Seeing this scene, the Secretary to the Hand only felt his heart skip a beat, and understood even more why the Queen claimed to be unwell and chose to live in seclusion without seeing anyone.
It wasn't until this time that Jon came back to his senses, and then turned his head to look at Varys.
At this moment, he finally understood why the Master of Whisperers urgently recalled him and brought him here overnight to spy.
Obviously, Cersei's pregnancy had little to do with Robert in the Kingswood, and even less to do with the white-cloaked Kingsguard who always accompanied the King.
After all, the frequency of His Majesty the King going out hunting was far higher than the number of times he climbed onto the Queen's bed.
And that slightly protruding belly also meant that Her Highness the Queen had been pregnant for at least two to three months.
Calculating from this, the time when the seed was planted was at least earlier.
And thinking of this time point, Jon's thoughts came to an abrupt halt at this moment, and he didn't even dare to continue thinking.
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