In the middle of the night, on the lowest level of the dark and secluded tower, a dragon egg with a silver-gray luster was placed in the center of the huge magic array, surrounded by dozens of iron captives bound by ropes.

I saw that they were all emotional, their eyes were full of fear, and they were desperately struggling to escape.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they struggled, they couldn't get the rope to loosen even a bit, and because their mouths were gagged, they couldn't shout or curse, only a whimper of unknown meaning.

I've said it many times, please don't resist or struggle, that will only add to the pain. Remember, you are atoning for your evil deeds and dying for a great experiment. Mortals will eventually die, and instead of living to hurt others, it is better to use your own death to make some contribution, isn't it?" Zhang Cheng said sarcastically without looking back as he poured the blood-soaked plasma into the groove.

Each of these captives, who were about to become sacrifices of magical rituals, had killed countless innocent civilians since the invasion of Old Town, so there was no uneasiness, guilt, or even pity in his heart, only disgust and coldness.

As the dark red blood slowly flowed, the originally quiet magic array suddenly burst out with a strange black light, and the captives seemed to have been eroded by some evil force, the whole person began to tremble violently, and the blood vessels became thick and hideous as if they were about to explode, and in just a few minutes, the body began to age, atrophy, and finally became a lifeless dry corpse.

And the dragon egg in the center of the circle, instead of being affected in any way, revealed a surging death energy.

Just as Zhang Cheng was about to step forward to check the dragon egg, the closed basement door suddenly made a creaking sound.

I saw Moroya, who was wearing a long black dress, through the crack in the door, walked quickly to the front, and reported in a low voice: "Master, Daenerys Targaryen has boarded the ship and followed the people of the Tyrell family towards King's Landing. At your orders, I set a shadow spell on her to prevent accidents. ”

"Very good! You are much more useful and capable than I expected. It seems that I made the right choice to leave your life behind, and at least with your help, I managed to get the second dragon egg. Zhang Cheng stretched out his hand and gently brushed the other party's pointed chin and slender and smooth neck.

"No, my lord, it's an honor to serve someone like you!" Moroya replied with a feverish expression.

After a period of training, her mind was completely distorted, and not only did she forget her hatred, but she also developed an almost crazy obsession.

Of course, this fascination is both a desire for powerful magical knowledge and a worship and affection for the master.

With the help of the wonderful charm and hypnotic ability of pocket watches, as well as a small amount of psychological knowledge, Zhang Cheng successfully created an assistant who was loyal to him, a qualified cannon fodder who could die for him at a critical moment.

It has to be said that he only wanted a puppet who was less rebellious at first, but for some reason, since that night, Moroya Hightower seems to be a different person, and even got rid of several of his own siblings with his own hands, just because they might threaten the rule of the old town.

Zhang Cheng is not a psychologist, let alone the spells that snoop into other people's minds, so he doesn't understand what kind of drastic changes have happened to this woman, the only thing he knows is that the current relationship between the two is very beneficial to him.

With Moroya's help, whether it is conducting a variety of complex researches or modifying the attack form of the Towering Tower, the progress has been much faster.

Feeling the delicate touch coming from the palm of his hand, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he asked in a slightly playful tone, "Tell me, what has Beth been doing lately?

Beth has amnesia, currently spending her days in the tavern in a drunken dream, or rather forgetting everything that has happened in the last few months. The effect of the potion is very good, and there are no side effects at all. Moroya swore an assurance.

"Interesting, send someone to watch her every move at all times, I don't want anyone to know that there is a dragon egg in the Tower of Heaven that has not yet hatched, understand?" Zhang Cheng's tone carried a hint of warning, and his eyes revealed a dangerous light.

Apparently, after learning that Beth's father had hidden a dragon egg, he ordered Moroya to take full responsibility for tracking down its whereabouts.

After a month and a half of investigation and surveillance, the silver-gray dragon egg was finally found in Daria's coffin.

Unlike the one that hatched Kulo Kirba, this egg was already confirmed dead when it was found, and there was not even the slightest sign of life inside.

It may be that to the people of the Song of Ice and Fire world, dead dragon eggs have no value, but for Zhang Cheng, dead dragon eggs can be hatched as well.

The only difference is that a living egg hatches into a normal dragon, while a dead dragon egg requires a series of complex and evil magical rituals to hatch a different kind of dead dragon with a completely different life form.

In the world of Azeroth, the Scourge has long since invented the magic that transforms the Frost Dragon and the Plague Dragon.

As Dalaran of the Magic Kingdom, he naturally obtained some relevant information through many channels, and Zhang Cheng adopted the most direct and simple one, which is to sacrifice a large number of living humans, and use pain and death to re-energize the dead eggs.

As for what kind of dragon can hatch in the end, he himself is not very clear.

Moroya didn't know how dangerous the young man standing in front of her was trying, so she lifted her skirt and bowed gracefully: "Understand! Also, my sister Lynnice is coming back soon, do you have any idea what to do with her?"

"Lyneth, the woman who caused Jorah Mormont to be banished and later fled to become the concubine of Trag O'Melen, Prince of Trade?" a look of surprise appeared on Zhang Cheng's face.

"Yes! My sister Lynnice is a famous beauty, and perhaps you may choose not to kill her, but to imprison her, she is more valuable alive than dead. Moroya nodded and suggested.

"Yes, when she arrives in Old Town to inform me, I'd love to see how beautiful this woman could be that made Jorah Mormont fall in love at first sight. Oh, by the way, go to the dungeon and bring a few Iron Captives, I'll need to sacrifice more if I want the dragon eggs to hatch. With that, Zhang Cheng ignored Mo Luoya and concentrated on checking the condition of the dragon egg.

After all, this was the first time he had tried to use extremely dangerous necromancy, and he didn't want to create a terrifying monster that could not be controlled......

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