Blood of the True Dragon

Chapter 31

In the camp of the Stormcrows, the three leaders were drinking happily, celebrating the victory of the battle in advance.

It couldn't be easier for them to take down a young king.

After drinking a sip of wine, the head of the Puranda said loudly:
"When this arrogant kid dies, his army of eunuchs will definitely be disbanded tomorrow, and we will definitely be able to lead our cavalry regiment to a hearty chase.

I'm going to rob them of all their money, and I'm going to rape that Targaryen whore! "

Captain Salo echoed: "Not only that Targaryen bitch, but also the maids around him, I heard that he has many bed slave maids in Astapor, that's where we should plunder focus!

Of course, the most important thing is to stay ahead of the Second Sons and Yunkai's slave army. These sons of bitches can't fight but they can rob! "

"Of course, I haven't paid much attention to the slave soldiers of Yunkai. How can you expect a group of slave traders who train bed slaves to train a good army?"

"Hahaha!"

The three of them laughed heartily.

Dario, who has not spoken much, also spoke:
"However, we have to thank them. If they hadn't invited us over, how could there be such a good job, let alone they promised to send us 10 stunning bed slaves afterwards!"

"Daario, you are so right, just because of your words, I have to toast you a glass of wine!"

"Yes, let's toast together!"

The three toasted and drank, but Dario sighed when he finished.

"Daario, what's on your mind?" Puranda, who was sitting at the main table, wondered.

Dario hesitated to speak, and then finally said:

"Well, in fact, I never dared to say that I also fell in love with that Targaryen woman!"

"Hahaha, that's it!"

Puranda laughed, then walked towards Dario and put his arms around Dario's shoulders.

"We are brothers, you should tell us about this kind of thing, if you like that Targaryen girl, you can let you go first! Hahaha!"

Dario smiled and said, "Thank you so much, but I still have to borrow something from the two brothers!"

"What? Just say, we are brothers, how could we not lend it to you?"

"Then I'll tell you, I've taken a fancy to that Targaryen woman, but I don't want to share it with anyone else.

So it can only be used by borrowing the heads of the two brothers! ! ! "

After Dario finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out his dagger and cut Puranda's throat with one knife.

Blood gushed out in an instant, Puranda clutched his throat tightly, his pupils were wide open.

He never thought that Dario would kill him directly for a Targaryen woman.

You know, he was the one who suggested to them to assassinate Aegon just now.

The bald Salo on the side immediately got up and drew his knife, but Dario threw the dagger at the opponent directly out of mental calculation.

Salo dodged immediately, and was about to draw out the knife to kill Dario, but the opponent was already close.

Salo saw the last cold light in his life, and then felt his body was flying to the sky.

Then I saw a headless corpse gushing blood.

The blood was sprayed out more than one meter high due to the high pressure.

Then came the pain, and then he lost consciousness.

Salo's bald head fell to the ground and rolled several times.

Only then did Dario put away the scimitar, wiped the blood off the knife with a cloth, and then cut off Puranda's head with the dagger.

Then they put the heads of the two of them in a cloth bag, and rushed to Aegon's camp with the two heads.

If nothing else happened, once Aegon died, the Targaryen woman would be embraced.

It was just right for him to surrender at this time.

……

Just after Daario left the camp of the Stormcrows, an army of Unsullied appeared on the outskirts of the camp.

"Ser Jon, when shall we strike?"

Commander Unsullied asked Jon Connington.

"Don't worry, wait for these people to sleep deeper."

Jon Connington is now like a griffin staring at its prey, quietly waiting for the prey to nap before pounced on it.

Because it is a pincer attack of cooperation between the two sides, but there is no moonlight tonight, we cannot jointly determine the specific attack time.

So when the time comes, the horn will be sounded when attacking.

Only Jorah Mormont and Gray Worm will attack.

Unless the opponent is found to be forced to blow the horn to attack, the initiator of the battle tonight is Jon Connington.

At this moment, the fire in his heart was also burning violently.

He was a good commander, the Hand of the King, and he spared Robert out of mercy.

He has been so brooding about that incident back then that it has become a heart disease, until now he is actually commanding the army for the first time in so many years.

He felt that the blood of his Griffon family had awakened, and he wanted to prove to others that fighting belonged to the glory of the Griffin family.

"Later, divide into two teams. One team will attack with me, and the other team needs to go ahead and ambush them on the way to escape. Be sure not to let these people escape."

Jon Connington ordered unhurriedly.

"Follow the command of the adults!"

Then the team of one thousand Unsullied slowly circled towards the back of the three camps.

After midnight, a cold wind blew outside the camp and the temperature dropped a bit.

The dark clouds in the sky were also slowly moved by the wind, and then gradually dispersed, revealing the bright and cold moon behind.

The scouts of the Stormcrows were shivering uncontrollably from the cold wind, and couldn't help but hugged their cloaks tightly.

With the appearance of the moonlight, his vision also improved, and then he saw a black shadow not far from him, and then several dark figures...

Just as he was about to scream, the Unsullied's spear pierced his throat and sent him flying. The horse under his crotch was frightened and galloped away in fright.

Jon Connington drew his sword at once, and shouted behind him, "Long live the Griffin! Long live the Griffin!"

Then he took the lead and rushed towards the camp not far away with the Unsullied.

The Unsullied crouched behind them stood up one after another, followed Jon Connington and rushed towards the camp ahead.

In the moonlight, the rows of Unsullied looked like a black torrent.

When the fast attack reached the camp of the Stormcrows, Jon Connington blew the horn.

Half of the soldiers of the Stormcrows were sleeping soundly, and the other half were drinking, and they didn't form any effective resistance at all.

The soldiers who hurried out after getting dressed were impaled by the spears of the Unsullied before they could mount their horses.

"Long live the griffin!"

The camp was filled with shouts, slashing, and the honking of war horses.

The Stormcrows had only 500 men, so it was useless for Jon Connington to press all the troops here. Most of them passed through the Stormcrows camp non-stop and attacked Yunkai's slave army.

Yunkai's slave soldiers had not received the brutal training of the Unsullied, so even though they had hurriedly formed some queues, they collapsed the moment they touched the Unsullied troops.

Their bows and arrows were blocked by the Unsullied, but these people could not resist the javelins thrown by the Unsullied.

And when the Unsullied came close to face off, these people were no match for the well-trained Unsullied.

The slave soldiers threw away their helmets and armor one after another, and ran around in the camp.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yunkai's commander immediately led the remaining slave army that could be gathered to flee to the rear.

In the end, there was an army of Unsullied who had been waiting for a long time...

Aegon also became anxious when he heard the sound of fighting in the distance.

He wasn't worried about losing this time, he was just firmly calculating when Astapor would be attacked.

After tonight, he had to lead some troops back to Astapor, otherwise his rear would be stolen.

And there was a commotion outside the door.

"Your Majesty, another assassin has been caught!" the guard of the Unsullied came in to report.

"Bring him in!"

Aegon didn't expect that there would be assassins, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

It's not appropriate to use the same move twice, right?

A few moments later Daario is brought in for you.

Surprise flashed across the latter's eyes when he saw that Aegon was still alive.

He was wearing a black cloak, and a heavy canvas parcel was slung over his shoulders.

"Your Majesty!" cried the blue-haired Tyroshi:
"I have brought presents and good news. The Stormcrows are yours!"

Then Dario poured out the two bloody heads inside the package, and on them were the other two heads of the Stormcrows.

Daenerys frowned when she saw the bloody head.

She felt a little uncomfortable about betraying her teammates.

Aegon frowned. He didn't know whether the assassination was instigated by Dario, so he said calmly:

"My army probably has captured your camp by this time."

"But you still need someone to persuade the soldiers of the Stormcrows to surrender!" Dario laughed.

"Oh? Are you sure I need you?" Aegon smiled.

"I think a wise king should know how to make good use of each of his subordinates!
You need capable men to command your armies! "

Aegon chuckled and said, "You say you are capable?"

Dario raised his voice by half a point: "If the dead could talk, Puranda and Salo will tell you about my abilities.

I don't live a day without loving a woman, killing a rival, or eating a good meal... and the days I've lived are as numerous as the stars.

Killing has become a magnificent art in my hands, and jugglers and fire dancers in the world cry to the gods for half my quickness and one quarter my grace. "

"But you killed your companion, and now you want me to believe you?" Aegon narrowed his eyes.

An invisible pressure was placed on Dario. It seemed that as long as he gave a bad answer, Aegon would let the Unsullied kill him without hesitation.

Dario didn't change his face: "Puranda and Salo have too low vision, they don't know how to recognize a real dragon.

If the Stormcrows follow them to fight His Majesty, they will be wiped out sooner or later. This is a way I had to think of to save myself. "

There he stands, arms folded, palms resting on sword hilts: a curved Dothraki arakh on the left and a Myrish rapier on the right, hilted by a pair of matching golden female figures, naked Naked, debauched.

Dario's words were extremely slick, and Aegon couldn't find a reason to say anything.

After all, if these traitors are not accepted, his future road to conquest will become extremely difficult.

Because the enemy behind will not have the idea of ​​surrender.

But Aegon decided to test the other party, and finally said seemingly unintentionally:

"Actually, if you don't kill them, I can take off their dog heads tonight, but I still have to thank you, you helped me avenge the assassination!"

(End of this chapter)