After going through the initial difficult stage, although his body was still in severe pain, drogon was not as scared as he was at the beginning.
Even if his genes collapsed, he should have survived the most dangerous time. Although he didn't know what the consequences would be if he continued to develop, he vaguely knew that he would not die.
As he gradually got used to the pain, he felt an unprecedented hunger, even hungrier than when he first came into this world.
In fact, he had already felt hungry when he just woke up, but the pain distracted him and made him not think about the problem of hunger. Now he thought about it again.
He called out to the somewhat anxious Rhaegal and Viserion, asking them to go to the grassland to find food for him, and specifically expressed several times that he wanted to eat the meat that the Dothraki had already roasted.
Rhaegal and Viserion had long known that Drogon ate differently from them.
As they grew older and wiser, after Drogon had explained and demonstrated to them a few times, they understood and happily vied to get food for him.
After the two dragons left, Drogon endured the pain and observed his body. The word "horrible" could not describe his current condition.
His whole body was torn apart, with almost no intact part. Large chunks of scales had fallen off in many places, and there were even chunks of flesh beside the scales. Blood was oozing out from everywhere on his body. His
body was one-third larger than before, with new bone spurs on his head, face, and body. He had grown bone spurs intermittently before, and he had many more bone spurs than Rhaegal and Viserion.
But those only grew out slowly and were only slightly itchy, they would never burst out as violently as they did today.
The biggest bone spurs were the two on his chest, which directly poked a big hole in his body and caused him to fall from the sky.
Looking at the two bone spurs, drogon couldn't understand how they could come out from his chest. It would be fine if they grew on his legs, back, or neck, but having two long thorns on his chest would make it inconvenient to do anything.
He was observing the bone spurs when he suddenly noticed that one of them seemed to move, not shaking, but swaying.
And the shaking is still...
Thinking about the inadvertent feeling just now, he endured the pain and tried again. The bone spur stretched out from his chest cavity with his thoughts and slowly unfolded...
Claws... claws?
Looking at the pink claws stretched out in front of him, drogon never thought that he would have two more... forelimbs.
Before, I was so focused on the pain that I didn't notice that the bone spur covered with flesh and blood was actually half of my forelimb.
Moreover, the claws on the front paws do not have four claws like the hind paws, but five.
When he saw the five claws, he suddenly remembered something. He looked at his previous claws and found that they had indeed become five.
There were so many painful places on his body that he automatically ignored the pain in his claws. He didn't expect that he had grown another claw without realizing it.
So I am now a four-legged dragon? Or a four-legged dragon with five claws!
He moved his forelimbs and then his wings, feeling very uncomfortable. When he moved his forelimbs, his wings were shaking, and when he moved his wings, his forelimbs were also shaking. It was a little difficult to control.
He used to use his wings as hands, and his claws as both hands and feet. Suddenly, he gained an extra forelimb, and it felt like he had four arms. I don't know how the wings and forelimbs work together.
He moved his pink front paws twice. He was sure of one thing: the Dragon Queen was going to teach him calligraphy again. He wondered if she would use her right hand this time... No, would it be her right front paw or her left front paw?
After the initial violent destruction, the changes in his body have now slowly slowed down. His body is sticky and very uncomfortable. Drogon tries hard to move his body and wants to take a bath in the river.
His forelimbs were newly born and could not be used for strength, so he could only rely on his original hind limbs and wings to support his body.
The water was deep, but even if he stood up it would only reach up to his thighs.
The cold river water immediately turned into a lot of steam when it poured on his body. If someone didn't know him, they would think he was taking a hot spring bath when they saw him bathing in the river.
He couldn't bear the pain when some river water was poured on his body with his wings.
The wings, like other parts of the body, have changed greatly. They used to look a bit like bat wings, but now they are carried on the back like a scarlet cloak, with spurs of varying lengths extending from the wing bones.
Just as he was hesitating whether to roll over or continue to splash water with his wings, he heard a loud dragon roar in the distance. Looking up, he saw Rego's large figure flying towards him from a distance.
He was holding a golden roasted whole lamb in his mouth, and his claws were also busy, holding two large pieces of meat.
She flew to the river and placed the roasted lamb and meat pieces, which were sticky with her mouth, on the grass. Seeing Drogon taking a bath, she happily jumped into the river and enjoyed the cool water.
Drogon was worried about how to wash himself, so after Rhaegal flapped his wings in the river a few times, he let Rhaegal use his wings to scoop up water and pour it over him.
Although Rhaegal had never bathed a dragon before, he enjoyed it. He spread his wide wings, scooped up a large pool of river water and poured it on Drogon's back.
She carefully used her wings to fiddle with the flesh and scales that the river water couldn't wash away, and then continued to wash them. Drogon looked at Rhaegal with the look of a good wife and mother.
As soon as he had this feeling, he immediately felt something was wrong and quickly dismissed the idea from his mind.
After taking a bath, although his body was still in pain, drogon felt much more comfortable.
When he came to the barbecue and was about to take a big bite, Rhaegal suddenly flew in front of him. He stared blankly at the two pink forelimbs on his chest, then looked at the big bulge on his own chest, wondering why Drogon had two more legs than him.
Although he was curious about Drogon's new leg and wanted to touch it with his paw, he didn't dare to. On the one hand, he was afraid of Drogon's usual severity, and on the other hand, he was afraid of hurting Drogon.
And she seemed to feel a hint of fear from Drogon. It was not the kind of harshness that he usually brought to their training, but the fear that came from the bottom of her heart, which made her dare not move forward.
Not only were drogon's new legs pink and tender, but there were also two large holes on his chest, and there was still some rotten flesh that had not been removed cleanly at the base of his thighs.
Thinking of the two legs that were forced out from the bulge on his chest, although Rhaegal was a little envious of Drogon's new legs, but thinking about the terrible changes in his body just now and the big hole on his chest, she thought it would be better for him to stay as he was.
drogon ignored Rego's curiosity about his forelimbs, came to the roasted whole lamb, and swallowed the whole lamb, bones and meat, in a few bites without caring about Rego's saliva.
After eating the barbecue, he felt that the meat was only enough to fill his teeth. Rhaegal also knew that Drogon could eat a lot, so after he finished eating, he flew back to the grassland.
As soon as Rhaegal left, Viserion flew back from the grassland with a sheep in his mouth. He put down the meat and also discovered Drogon's newly emerged forelimbs.
He knew that Drogon had always been different from them. Not only was he huge and strong, but he was also more handsome than him and Rhaegal. He didn't expect that today Drogon actually had two more legs than them.
He could only secretly sigh that the boss is the boss and even has two more legs than him.
After curiously watching the new changes in Drogon for a while, Viserion waited for Drogon to finish eating and continued to fly towards the grassland like Rhaegal.
Rego flew back to the grassland and passed by Karasa who had just stolen the sheep and was about to fly to other places. He looked down and saw another golden roasted sheep and a large piece of grilled meat on the grill, so he flew down again.