From now on, you shall be called Yangyan!
Viserys said, dotingly, as he experienced the feeling of being one with the Hatchling Dragon.
Meeting Viserys's gaze, Yangyan seemed to instantly understand his intention, then nodded as if human-like.
Suddenly, Viserys felt an inexplicable hunger, as if he hadn't eaten for days.
For Viserys, who had just finished dinner, he certainly wasn't truly hungry!
"Is this what it feels like for a Dragonrider to be mentally linked with his Dragon?"
Viserys Targaryen's eyes widened as he stared at the tender Hatchling Dragon that had just been born.
The Maester of Dragonstone once recorded: "Dragon Kings often regard their Dragons as family, not as beasts!"
Every Dragonrider becomes incredibly sorrowful after losing his Dragon.
This is not only a true experience of death but also like losing an intimate family member.
A few words in the ancient texts of Dragonstone clarified all of this.
"Bring the goat's milk quickly!"
Viserys Targaryen commanded.
Soon after, the four Hatchling Dragons all abandoned Viserys and rushed towards the milk bottles.
The 'slurp, slurp, slurp' sounds of drinking milk instantly drew laughter from the assembled nobles.
Merias, who could breathe Dragonflame, had already made everything clear.
All the Hatchling Dragons Viserys hatched were healthy.
Under the current circumstances, the more dragon eggss that hatched, the stronger the Targaryen Family's power would become.
Dragonriders could almost be said to be the strongest fighting force in this world.
As long as a sufficient number of Dragons existed, the Targaryen Family would forever stand at the pinnacle of the world.
Watching Yangyan lie on his back after eating and drinking his fill, Viserys's eyes narrowed, and a black subtitle appeared before him:
Yangyan, Viserys Targaryen's mount, descendant of Silverwing.
Age: 0 years,
Stamina: 5 (Infant Stage)
Length: 20cm
Magic: 10 (Gradually increasing)
Dragonflame: Not awakened,
Evolution: 1/3,
Lifespan: 300 years+
"Lifespan: 300 years+? Evolution?"
Viserys Targaryen looked at the subtitle before him, full of surprise.
Legends say that the lifespan of Dragons is infinite; they can grow forever until they devour the entire world.
However, now, in Viserys Targaryen's view, this was clearly a fallacy!
Dragons also age, and can even die of old age!
"Does the '+' sign mean Dragons also have levels?"
Viserys Targaryen looked at the subtitle bar and fell into contemplation.
During the period of Old Valyria, even a powerful family like the Targaryen Family was merely an insignificant minor force among the Forty Dragonlords of Valyria.
The Targaryen Family's fiercest beast of old, Balerion the Black Dread, born from the Valyrian Freehold, had to bow before the most powerful Dragons in the world.
There was once a princess from the Targaryen Family who rode Balerion the Black Dread to the Valyrian Doom Ruins and suffered unimaginable heavy injuries.
It was foreseeable that there was absolutely a great terror in this world beyond Viserys Targaryen's imagination.
And the secrets within were kept silent even by the Targaryen Family, passed down through generations.
"Your Highness, there's still one dragon eggs that hasn't hatched!"
Maester Daniel urged anxiously from the side.
"What?"
With the Maester's reminder, Viserys Targaryen finally snapped out of his contemplation.
The spy's wails had long turned to ashes with the flames, and the entire beach was now left with only a group of newly hatched Hatchling Dragons chirping.
However, in an inconspicuous corner of the Dragon pit, there was still a silver-gold dragon eggs, yet to break out of its shell.
"Your Highness, this dragon eggs has not fully revived; the petrified scales restrict its power. Even if it grows up, it won't be able to fly or fight!"
Maester Daniel said with a pained heart, flipping through the ancient texts of the Targaryen Family.
A dragon eggs, even a dead one, was a priceless treasure.
And if this weakly trembling Hatchling Dragon, unable to break out of its shell, were to die, it would clearly be a great loss for the Targaryen Family.
"Even during the most prosperous period of the Valyrian Freehold, a clutch of dragon eggss often had nearly half dead eggs that couldn't hatch due to uneven heating and other reasons!"
Grand Maester Daniel shook his head, saying helplessly.
It was well known that as one of the largest creatures on the continent of Westeros, the success rate of dragon eggs hatching was already extremely high!
Five dragon eggss, capable of hatching four healthy Hatchling Dragons, was a boast-worthy outcome even in the era when magic flourished in Old Valyria!
However, Viserys Targaryen looked puzzled.
Unlike the Valyrian Freehold, Viserys had already screened out all the hatchable dragon eggss through his own panel.
These dragon eggss before him should all be healthy, with no reason not to hatch.
"Cut open the stone skin!"
Viserys Targaryen said in a deep voice, looking at the Hatchling Dragon about to be suffocated by the stone skin.
Even if it was a flawed Hatchling Dragon, Viserys did not want to abandon it!
Perhaps due to uneven magic distribution, this poor dragon eggs lacked some nutrients, which is why it became a stepping stone for all its companions.
"This..."
Maester Daniel hesitated.
But a king was a king after all; even if he didn't agree with Viserys's view, he had to hand over the dagger.
"Crack—"
A hard piece of stone skin was forcefully peeled off by Viserys, revealing the dying Hatchling Dragon inside.
Its weakly beating heart formed a stark contrast with the lively Hatchling Dragons outside, fighting for food.
"Crack!"
Without any hesitation, another piece of stone skin was peeled off by Viserys, allowing the silver-gold Hatchling Dragon to finally poke out its head and gasp for air heavily.
It looked at Viserys gratefully, then slowly pulled its entire body out of the eggshell.
Looking at its slightly deformed silver-gold body, Viserys Targaryen finally understood why this weak Hatchling Dragon could not break out of its shell.
Visibly, a huge Hatchling Dragon head was completely out of proportion with its tiny Dragon body.
"Your Highness, this... is a dwarf... a dwarf of the dragon kind!"
Maester Daniel's eyes widened as he stood by, whispering a reminder.
In Westeros, let alone Dragons, even if ordinary human commoners gave birth to a dwarf, the parents would often drown it!
After all, a useless person who could barely work and would consume a large amount of food for a long time was unacceptable to any family!
"The Seven Gods brought it into this world for a reason!"
Viserys Targaryen looked kindly at the weak Hatchling Dragon before him and retorted, "Even a Dragon that cannot fly is not something ordinary warriors can withstand!"
Seeing that Viserys's mind was made up, Maester Daniel did not argue.
In the Dance of the Dragons of old, King Aegon Targaryen's mount, Yangyan, was so severely injured that it could not fly.
Everyone thought they could easily handle Yangyan.
However, the truth was incredibly cruel.
Hundreds of warriors who went to slay the Dragon eventually turned into ashes and excrement.
This battle told everyone that only Dragons with similar power could defeat a Dragon.
"Your Majesty, there's a letter from the Citadel in Oldtown,"
Maester Daniel took the letter and stood aside, whispering a reminder, "The glass candles beneath the Starry Sept have been lit; the age of magic has arrived!"
Hearing this, Viserys looked up in surprise, staring at the old man before him.
He distinctly remembered that the glass candles were lit only when the red comet arrived and the Hatchling Dragons hatched.
"It seems the hatching of the Hatchling Dragons accelerated the resurgence of the magic tide!"
Viserys frowned, pondering.
Having read the original work, he knew that even if the Hatchling Dragons hadn't hatched, there were still some witches in Westeros who could wield magic, such as the frog witch who prophesied for Cersei Lannister.
"Oh, indeed, Usurper Robert Baratheon has also begun to imitate Your Majesty; he's offering bounties everywhere, collecting dragon eggss, trying to hatch Hatchling Dragons!"
Varys, the Spider, rushed over and added, "You know, his grandmother was Princess Rhaenys; he also has a quarter of Targaryen Family blood."
"If Robert Baratheon can hatch a Hatchling Dragon, a Dragon war will be inevitable."
He absolutely could not stand by and watch a Dragon war happen in Westeros.
Because under a Dragon war, only the common people would suffer!