Chapter 230: See You Again

The buildings are mainly corner towers. Although most of the buildings in the complex have been damaged and collapsed, they still give people a sense of grandeur.

When Drogon got close to the city, he lowered his altitude and observed the entire city while flying. After flying over the city for a while, he basically determined where it was.

Only the Dawn Empire, once more powerful than the Valyrian Freehold, had a city of this magnitude.

But although this city is big, it is empty and is a completely dead city.

"Where is this, Drogon?" Looking at the huge city below in surprise, Daenerys did not expect that there was such a magnificent city in the remote area far east of Essos.

Judging from the size of the city, it can be seen that today's King's Landing is completely incomparable to here.

However, what is even more unexpected is that such a city has been abandoned for at least a thousand years, but she actually knew nothing about this city.

[Yiti, a glorious city that was destroyed in the long night at least ten thousand years ago, the capital of the Empire of Dawn.] While answering Daenerys's question, Drogon also lamented in his heart how powerful the Empire of Dawn once was.

"Long night?"

The focus on this word has surpassed Daenerys's other doubts.

[A night longer than the first long night in Westeros, but this long night has no ice or snow, only the disappearance of daylight and the long night.] Drogon once again cleared up Daenerys's confusion.

Daenerys knows that the first long cold night in Westeros caused an entire generation to be born in the cold and die in the cold.

The long night of the Dawn Empire lasted for an unknown period of time, but it destroyed a powerful empire.

Although the two long nights manifested differently, they produced very similar results, that is, a difficult living environment for mankind.

After the first Long Night in Westeros, humans almost became extinct, and this city called Yiti does not seem to have been damaged by war. So could it be that the Long Night also caused the massive death of humans?

[Dany, sit on Rhaegal's back first.] Daenerys, who was thinking, was stunned when she heard Drogon address her in his mind.

How long has it been since she heard such a nickname? It seemed that it was only when her brother Viserys and Sir William who rescued her from Dragonstone Island called her this when she was a child.

Looking at Drogon who was looking back at her, although Daenerys had long ago stopped treating Drogon as her son and instead regarded him as a close friend and partner, she still felt a little overwhelmed when she suddenly heard him call her like that.

It was not until Drogon repeated it again that she hummed softly, walked down the wing steps, turned and walked onto the nearby Rhaegal Wing.

Drogon had no idea that a name would make Daenerys stunned for so long. He actually just thought that four words were troublesome to call out, and two would be simpler.

The longer I stayed in this world, the more I got used to calling her "Mother of Dragons".

Watching Rhaegal flying away with Daenerys, Drogon turned into a larva with a puff and crawled into the most magnificent building in the city.

He passed through the ruins and came to a large hall, then flew over to the chairs on the high platform.

[The rumors are indeed true.] Staring at the huge black pedestal under the seat, Drogon remembered the news about the Bloodstone Emperor of the Dawn Empire.

Rumor has it that he was madly obsessed with a sticky stone that fell from the sky. He was cruel and insane during his reign, which brought down the long night of divine punishment and ultimately led to the destruction of the Dawn Empire.

When Drogon was hovering low outside, he felt an evil aura here, so he asked Rhaegal to bring Daenerys in to investigate himself, and sure enough, he discovered the source of evil.

Looking closely at this dark stone covered with slime, the feeling of evil becomes even stronger.

Drogon even thought of burning him, but the uneasiness he felt when he burned the Night King's flesh made him give up the idea.

I think it's best not to provoke such a weird thing unless it bothers you.

But just as he was about to fly out of the hall, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the black stone under the chair seemed to move.

Stopping his wings, Drogon looked back at the Black Stone. It was not moving, only the mucus on it seemed to be flowing slightly.

Boom!

Just as he turned around and was about to continue flying away, the originally still black stone actually jumped.

Straightening his body, Drogon stared at the black stone, trying to confirm whether what he had just seen was an illusion.

Boom!

Three seconds later, the Black Stone pulsed again, and this time Drogon no longer doubted his own eyes.

Boom!

The beating sound came again, with a maximum interval of two seconds between the last time.

Moreover, Drogon could clearly feel an evil aura similar to that of the Night King's flesh, which made him feel a little creepy.

Boom!

This time the black stone not only jumped, but even moved.

Boom!

Facing the black stone that was getting stronger bit by bit, Drogon no longer hesitated, and instantly grew larger, spewing out a mouthful of black flames.

Fortunately, the hall was big enough to barely accommodate his adult form.

As soon as the dragon flame touched the black stone, it began to squirm wildly. Drogon heard screams of fear and wails of collapse in his mind at the same time.

The voices were a mixture of male and female, young and old. They did not reach his ears, but went directly into his mind, having an impact ten times greater than the Night King's flesh ball.

He was so disturbed that he almost couldn't hold his breath and turned to escape.

As the black stone squirmed and the chair was overturned, a distorted human face that kept changing shape and expression condensed from the black stone and crawled towards Drogon.

Enduring the mental interference of the Black Stone, Drogon retreated while breathing dragon flames. He didn't dare let the strange Black Stone get close to him. Just thinking about the consequences made him get goose bumps all over his body.

However, Black Stone did not want him to get his wish. He was consumed bit by bit by the dragon flame and felt threatened, so his speed increased faster and faster.

Seeing that he had retreated to the corner of the hall with no escape, Drogon knew that he could not burn Black Stone to death in a short period of time, so he turned around and was about to shrink and fly out of the hall.

Just as he was about to start the transformation, Black Stone, who had almost completely transformed into a human form, suddenly kicked his feet and shot towards him.

It was too late to dodge, and Drogon could only stretch out his front paws to grab the black stone that was rushing towards him.

After being caught, he struggled twice but failed to break free. The black stone crawled towards him along its claws. Drogon was so scared that he quickly swung his claws to throw him off, but the soft body that the black stone had turned into was extremely firm and he couldn't throw him off at all.

He could only endure the disgusting slimy feeling and use both claws to try to pull him off the claws.

However, although the black stone was soft, it was extremely tough and could not be torn apart no matter how hard he pulled.

Seeing that he was trying to continue climbing up his body, Drogon became ruthless and spewed dragon flames at his claws.

As dragon flames drenched his body, Blackrock felt the pain and struggled even more violently, but he had no intention of escaping Drogon's claws. Instead, he stretched his body and continued to climb up.

Enduring the burning of his own dragon flame, Drogon continued to tear at the black stone that blocked his path.

The stalemate lasted for a long time. The black stone was consumed bit by bit, and the dragon scales on Drogon's claws began to curl and turn yellow.

He could only endure it and continue to struggle with the black stone.

After a stalemate, he found that as the size of the black stone continued to decrease, its power was also slowly decreasing. Drogon suddenly gained confidence, and endured the severe pain of his claws being burned by scales, and worked harder to spit out dragon flames.

Continuously burned by dragon flames, the black stone has shrunk from the size of a millstone when it originally served as a base to the size of a washbasin.