The guests attending the ceremony believed in Fang Yan's military strength, but did not believe that he could hatch a real dragon.

It is well known that a dragon can lay at least five eggs in one nest, but...

After the extinction of the dragons, several generations of Targaryens made countless attempts to hatch the remaining dragon eggs, but all failed miserably!

Baelor the Blessed prayed to his eggs, and the rest of the Targaryen family sought help from witchcraft, but in the end, they only got ridicule and disaster, shame and death! Most of the nobles knew that the real dragon with the title of "The Last Dragon" was a green female dragon.

- She was sickly, small, deformed and stunted, had a pair of withered wings, and eventually died during the reign of Aegon III Targaryen, known as the "Dragonbane". She died at a young age.

When she died, no new dragons hatched from their eggs.

Some learned men believe that magic began to disappear from the known world the day the last dragon died.

From that moment on, summers began to become shorter and winters longer.

Facing everyone's doubts, Daenerys was unexpectedly emotional and announced loudly: "Targaryens are of the same blood and fire."

"True dragons just aren't afraid of flames."

"But Huo will submit to my brother, the respected Fang Yan!"

Daenerys's call from the heart seemed to carry a mysterious magic.

Under the gaze of everyone, the three dragon eggs flickered with the fluorescence of fire.

"I thought it was just another crow, screaming and fighting over carrion, but now it seems... maybe the real dragon has returned."

"Beautiful lady, please rest assured - even if the dragon egg cannot be hatched, my family will still fight for Fang Yan - he is the [Master] I have chosen!"

"Hiss... am I the only one who noticed? Among these soldiers, two of them are using Valyrian steel weapons!"

"In fact, this is why I have made up my mind to serve the Targaryens."

So-called Valyrian steel is a type of steel infused with magic.

Valyrian craftsmen forge the steel thousands of times to balance it and remove impurities, then cast spells to give it extraordinary properties.

Blood magic and fire magic played an important role in this, as all Valyrian magic originated from blood and fire.

Weapons smelted from this material are light and hard, sharper than any other steel, and will not deteriorate even after hundreds of years.

Everyone knows that on the coastline of the East Continent, there was once a long and narrow peninsula that extended straight into the heart of the Summer Sea. The city of Valyria was located on this peninsula, which was also named Valyria.

The Valyrian Peninsula was shattered during the Doom, resulting in the city of Valyria and the Land of Long Summer being separated by the Sea of ​​Smoke.

As a result, all the Dragon King family except Targaryen were wiped out, and the smelting technology of Valyrian steel was lost. Every Valyrian steel weapon is a legendary weapon handed down from generation to generation!

They are also important evidence used by nobles to prove that their family history is long and that they are more noble and have a deeper heritage than the new nobles! And now...

Among the warriors escorting the dragon eggs, the weapons of [Wild King Knight] Drogo and [Infernal Three-Headed Dog] Sandor are actually Valyrian steel weapons! They have a unique ripple pattern and appear dark gray, almost looking black.

Everyone knows that any ordinary fire, not even dragon flame, cannot damage these two priceless treasures!

The guests who originally believed that Fang Yan was going to make a big joke today were now frightened by Fang Yan's wealth and even began to waver.

Perhaps, this descendant of the Dragon King can really hatch a real dragon and bring the extinct dragons back to the world?

Snap! Fang Yan snapped his fingers.

In the center of the hall, a huge circular platform slowly rose up, and three dragon eggs seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and suspended on it.

Fluorescent patterns that looked like some ancient writing appeared on the eggshell, and each dragon egg seemed to exude an ancient yet powerful power.

Suddenly, accompanied by a low dragon roar, flames suddenly burst out around the platform.

That flame was no ordinary fire, but a mysterious fire that contained the breath of a dragon—red with a brilliant pure gold hue, and it seemed to be beating with life.

The flames were extremely hot, but the guests did not feel hot. Instead, they felt a strange warmth.

Surrounded by flames, the three dragon eggs began to tremble slowly.

"No way? Is a dragon really going to hatch?"

"The Targaryen Resurgence is coming!"

“Fang Yan! Fang Yan! The man who rebuilt the Targaryen dynasty! Riding three dragons at the same time? From this perspective, his future achievements may be comparable to those of Aegon the Conqueror, who unified the Seven Kingdoms!”

Complex patterns appeared on the eggshell, as if ancient runes were flashing.

As time went on, the vibrations became more intense and the patterns on the eggshell became brighter.

Finally, with a deafening dragon roar, the first dragon egg cracked.

Crackling!

A young real dragon struggled to break out of its shell, its scales sparkling with bright light and its eyes revealing a fierce light.

Soon after, the second and third dragon eggs cracked open, and two baby dragons were born.

Three real dragons, green, gold and black, slowly stretched their bodies on the platform.

The flames gradually faded away, leaving behind the scorching gazes and soul-stirring roars of the three real dragons.

Hmm~ The dome trembled and the guests stared with wide eyes, afraid of missing the wonder before them.

Everyone present was deeply shocked by this scene; they seemed to have witnessed the birth of an ancient legend.

However, these three real dragons did not follow the growth patterns recorded in historical books.

——Surrounded by the flames, they seemed to have skipped their long childhood.

The three young dragons swallowed the golden flames and expanded rapidly. In just a few breaths, they grew to the size of calves.

These true dragon cubs, which grew at an abnormal rate and were the size of calves, crawled in front of Fang Yan, lay on the ground, and showed their bellies to Fang Yan - this was a ceremony of loyalty and submission.

"With the blessing (technology) of the ancient Valyria's luck, I can make every dragon under my command grow to a state comparable to that of a hundred-year-old young dragon in a very short period of time!" Fang Yan said.

Fang Yan looked around and was about to enjoy the fierce reactions of the nobles and lords, but suddenly he felt that infinite darkness suddenly filled the sky and the earth, and the world froze.

The next moment, accompanied by a dizzying feeling, he came to a towering tree.

The breeze is gentle and the spring weather is bright.

(End of this chapter)