Chapter 18 Blood is the currency of the magic world, life is more valuable
Although Dragonzel had long known that his smooth journey was not simple, after Marakh confirmed everything, a strange emotion still stirred in his heart.
Whether the Lord of Light R'hllor truly existed or not, or whether the great "Will" that Marakh and other heretics believed in, hidden behind the scenes in the form of R'hllor, truly existed, his father Cleorius probably already knew very well after years of madly pursuing magic.
But he still prepared everything without hesitation and left these preparations for his son.
Gods bestow favors, and they will surely demand recompense; this is the truth of the magic world.
The Old Gods of Westeros protected the First Men, but they demanded bloody sacrifices.
The Black Goat of Qohor was said to possess supreme power, but the altars of Qohor were filled with blood.
The Lord of Light seemingly controlled all aspects of fire, but also demanded blood and life.
The gods bestowed upon him powerful magic, a precocious mind, and a nearly arranged journey to Valyria.
When seeking revelation in the flames, the gods almost explicitly instructed Dragonzel to go to Westeros, even if he might face various dangers.
The prophecy Marakh had just chanted was an ancient one, circulated in Asshai and throughout the East Continent.
Legend said that Azor Ahai, the hero who ended the Long Night, sacrificed his wife to obtain the divine sword "Lightbringer" and used it to defeat the evil alien god representing the Long Night.
However, the evil god was not dead; he would surely return, bringing an even harsher winter to engulf the world.
The Wall in northern Westeros and the Five Forts in the north of the Dawn Empire were both rumored to be outposts against him.
But outposts and walls could not truly resist the evil god's resurgence; only when the hero returned could the world be saved.
Dragonzel knew in his heart that he was not the hero of that prophecy, but the gods seemed to imply that due to his intervention, this prophecy was very likely to be fulfilled more in line with the gods' intentions.
So they invested in him.
Then those gods who used the mortal world as their chessboard must also pay more.
Marakh saw Dragonzel's expression and suddenly smiled.
"Lord Dragonzel, you finally understand," Marakh jumped down from the black stone he was standing on, spreading his arms as if to embrace something.
"Do you hear it? When you decided to join this chaotic symphony, the Lord of Light already provided you with an investment."
A sharp pain suddenly flashed through Dragonzel's brain, as if two dragon shadows swept through his mind.
The young man couldn't help but cover his head.
"Master Marakh." Seeing that the Red-Robed Monk's condition was not right, Valarr, with Ago and Lynn, slowly moved to Dragonzel's side, protecting Ray behind him.
"What are you doing?" Valarr also saw the five dragon eggs and the dragon bone horn.
"The stone sarcophagus that sealed the flames has appeared," Marakh shouted.
"And the horn that summons the magic dragons has also arrived here."
He bent down and picked up the horn.
Just as Dragonzel was about to stop him, he saw flames suddenly begin to burn on the Red-Robed Monk's body.
"Young dragons are not enough to support the Lord in completing the gods' great work," the Red-Robed Monk raised the horn.
"What are you doing?" Dragonzel hurriedly reached out, trying to manipulate the blood remaining in the Red-Robed Monk's body to forcibly stop his magic.
But Dragonzel failed; the flame seemed to burn his own blood from the start.
No, it was the Red-Robed Monk's blood; he was now essentially another version of himself.
"What do you want to do?" Dragonzel was anxious.
"The Valyrian Dragonlord's horn, don't think I don't know what that is!
The family's hidden books record that the Dragon Lords forced slaves to blow the horn with their lives to gather dragons for the Dragon Lords; that's not a dragon-taming horn, that's something to guide direction."
"I know," Marakh's tongue began to burn, but his voice was crystal clear.
"Because the Lord of Light guides me to illuminate the direction for you." His voice grew even more high-pitched.
"Blood for fire, fire for blood; the currency of the magic world is blood, but life is more precious." Marakh brought the horn to his mouth.
Dragonzel could clearly feel that Marakh's own blood within Marakh's body had already burned out; now, it was his own blood flowing through his body.
"For the future of eternal light!"
Marakh blew the horn.
No sound came out.
But Marakh's burning body began to decay rapidly; his throat glowed red like magma, his skin cracked, and his eyes turned to ash in a blink.
Dragonzel understood what Marakh had done.
He was a seeker of the path.
And a martyr.
He was a heretic of the red god, rejected by most red god priests, but it was he, after communicating with his mentor and Cleorius, who received the red god's revelation in the flames.
So he came here.
First, he used one life to obtain a more precise prophecy.
Then he finally martyred himself here.
He used his life to ignite the gods' legacy.
Although they could not hear the sound of the horn, Dragonzel, Valarr, and Ray all felt a simultaneous pang in their hearts.
"Brother, I'm a little uncomfortable." Ray squatted down uncomfortably.
Valarr, enduring his discomfort, pulled his younger brother into his arms.
Dragonzel watched Marakh and the horn gradually turn to ash, and sighed deeply.
The five fossilized dragon eggs suddenly flashed with a bright light.
Something seemed to be reviving within these dragon eggs.
The rocky outer shells on the eggshells quietly cracked, forming fissures.
But no one noticed these.
Because everyone's attention was drawn to something else.
As Marakh and the horn completely disappeared into the ruins.
The entire ruins seemed to be trembling slightly.
It was as if something underground had awakened.
"This is bad." Dragonzel immediately realized something was wrong, cut his finger, and released his sensing magic.
Underground, countless hot things seemed to be reviving.
"Gather everyone, prepare to evacuate!"
Lynn immediately ran off to report back to the camp.
Ago and Valarr lifted the bronze container and ran out after him.
Just then.
The black mist in the sky suddenly surged.
A clear dragon's roar pierced through the black mist and descended upon them.
Giants, answering the call, arrived.
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