Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day.

Chapter 545 I will ride him over and over again

Kohor.

One of the nine free trade city-states, a rare inland city.

"Hiss!"

Brown dragon wings streaked across the sky, and the ugly mud dragon screamed sharply.

"Steady, sheep thief."

Aemond's voice was unhappy, and he held a trembling body in his arms.

Xilin's face turned pale and she whispered, "I'm fine."

Aemond frowned and steered the sheep thief to slow down.

Maybe he shouldn't have brought his mistress.

Celtigar, with a smell of the sea, cannot withstand the dragon of blood and fire.

"Brother, are we almost there?"

Celine was so dizzy that she couldn't open her eyes. She leaned in Aemond's arms and asked.

Aemond looked down and said confidently, "Once we cross the River Thurn, Qohor is not far away."

Hearing this, Xilin nodded with relief.

The destination of this trip is Qohor.

"Take a nap first, I'll call you when we get there."

Aemond put his arms around Celine's slender waist, resting his pointed chin on her silver-gold curls, fully enjoying the moment of peace.

Celine was the best woman he had ever slept with.

Younger than the brothel madam, more mature and charming than Flores.

When he slept in Celine's bed on his first night in Climax City, she was still a virgin.

By the Seven Gods, thank you, late cousin Lanino.

It was his alternative orientation that allowed him to pick up a Valyrian woman who looked so much like his sister.

So appetizing.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief flew over a vast forest, then suddenly lowered his head and neighed to warn.

Emond opened his eyes immediately and looked down with full vigilance.

Below is the Forest of Qohor, the largest primeval forest on the continent of Essos.

Ignoring the lush towering trees, the noise of people and horses emerges.

On a winding road stretching for more than ten miles, a cavalry team marched slowly.

Aemond's one eye widened as he took in the barbaric attire of the cavalry.

He was wearing clothes made of animal skins and had a scimitar and a bow and arrow on his waist.

Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone rode tall horses and followed the team in an orderly manner.

"It's the Dothraki!"

Celine opened her eyes and spoke weakly.

"Yes, a group of Dongdalu wild men."

Aemond had a grim look on his face as he suddenly noticed the mixed carriages among the cavalry.

It was pulled by several war horses and covered with a layer of rags.

From its towering bulge and crossbow-like outline, it is not difficult to guess what it is.

"Scorpion crossbows from Qohor, escorted by Dothraki?"

Aemond's eyes sparkled as he said excitedly, "We purchased weapons from Slaver's Bay and hired these savages."

After being exiled for half a month, news of the war had been cut off.

But judging from this Dothraki tribe of over 10,000 people, the family has definitely declared official war on Slaver's Bay.

"Take this message back?"

Emond's eyes flickered, and he quickly rejected the idea.

He patted the dragon's back and urged, "Speed ​​up, sheep thief!"

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared like he was angry, flapped his tattered brown dragon wings, and disappeared over the forest in a blink of an eye.

Aemond smiled and muttered, "First I will recast the crab claws and then gather a group of mercenaries. Who can stop me?"

He wanted his name to be known throughout the continent of Essos.

……

Time passes slowly...

Astapor, Slaver's Bay.

The city walls were in ruins, charred black, and filled with the stench of death.

Inside the city, the ancient and charming city was deserted and filled with garbage and feces.

The Wise Lord hid in the pyramid and summoned the Unsullied to protect him in all directions.

Slaves were kept like animals, with chains around their necks in stables.

Occasionally, one or two slaves would sneak out, but they were all pale and thin and could not walk.

He hadn't walked far when he fell down on the bumpy mud ground.

The slave soldiers waiting for patrol would cut off their necks with a knife and feed them to the beasts in the arena like dead dogs.

"Hiss..."

A giant topaz-colored dragon soared past and instantly plunged into the thick clouds.

Hearing the sound of the dragon's roar, the wise leaders of the entire city-state were trembling.

In the western part of the city-state, a 400-foot-tall pyramid stands.

At this moment, wise lords flocked in.

Without exception, they discussed how to deal with an irresistible war.

The fleet blockaded the Worm River, and food was scarce in the city of Astapor.

The dragon harassed the city every day, and the people in the city were in panic.

If the wise rulers don't come up with a solution, they will go crazy.

……

Worm River, Station.

"Hiss..."

At the entrance of the camp, a giant yellow dragon slowly landed.

Rhaenyra rolled over and slid off the dragon's wings. She raised her hand and bit off her glove, saying happily, "Well done, Syrax."

"Hiss..."

Syrax's pupils were gentle, and he nudged his driver with his dragon kiss, just like a coquettish little girl.

"Today's mission is accomplished, good girl."

Rhaenyra rubbed the dragon's jaw and turned to walk into the camp.

"His Majesty,"

Two Royal Guards in silver armor and white robes had been waiting for a long time. One tall and one short stood on both sides and greeted them.

"Thank you for your hard work, both lords."

Rhaenyra walked briskly, already familiar with the two new white knights.

A tall and handsome man with silver hair and blue eyes, Bales Dane from the Dane family in Starfall City.

The other one is short and stocky, with grey curly hair, green eyes, and a harmless baby face.

Hall Reed, from the Reed family of Greywater Watch, was famous for his archery skills.

One of them is the mayor of Starfall City, and the other is the second son of an earl. When selecting a vacant position in the Kingsguard, they won the position with their strength.

……

Rhaenyra walked quickly.

Before arriving at the camp, we saw a group of people in rags and linen clothes hurriedly leaving the camp.

"what?"

Rhaenyra looked closely and saw that the leader was Grey Worm, the leader of the Unsullied.

The rest were low-level officers who were either Unsullied or slaves.

Entering the tent, Rhaegar was playing with a gold coin engraved with the image of a harpy.

Just move your fingertips and the gold coin will flip over.

"came back?"

Rhaegar suddenly looked up and asked with concern: "How is it? Did you encounter any resistance?"

"No." Rhaenyra poured herself a glass of wine and asked curiously, "Did you assign a mission to Grey Worm?"

The siege lasted for more than a month, and Astapor went from initially resisting to completely giving up.

Apart from constantly requesting the dispatch of ships and food supplies from the rear, Rega did not mention taking the initiative to attack.

Rhaegar smiled mysteriously, stood up and pressed Rhaenyra into the chair, and whispered: "The wise lords in the city can't bear the pressure, and some of them came to me to seek peace."

"What conditions?"

Rhaenyra looked sideways at him, trying to guess what he was up to.

Rhaegar chuckled. "A ceasefire and peace talks. The wise lords want money, and I want an army."

Rhaenyra was surprised and asked, "They will sell weapons to you?"

The Unsullied trained in Astapor are world-famous.

In the middle of a war, how could a wise ruler sell his strongest army?

"He didn't say how many there were, but I don't think it would be more than half of all the ones in the city."

Rhaegar put half of his buttocks on the table, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said cunningly: "But I want them all!"

……

At night, the sky darkens.

At the base of the red-gray wall, broken and charred corpses were piled up randomly, as high as a small hill.

Gray Worm's face turned cold. He walked around several corpses with black armor blending into their flesh and blood, and lay down at the foot of the wall to search together.

"At this."

A fellow Unsullied cried out softly, digging at a muddy drainage hole.

The entrance of the hole is not big, like a dog hole dug by a cat or dog.

Gray Worm took out a chisel and started to dig at the drainage hole, creating a passage for one person to enter and exit.

Tread...  

The firelight flickered, and a team of Unsullied soldiers patrolled the city wall.

The night wind blows and dark clouds cover the bright moon.

"Move quickly."

Gray Worm first stuffed a clanging sack into the hole and led the team into the hole.

Returning to the purgatory of the past, I never thought that I would have to find another way out.

After a while.

Several figures walked through the city under curfew, skillfully avoiding the patrolling soldiers.

After some twists and turns, they finally found themselves in a pyramid.

After a while, he slipped out quietly.

Gray Worm lifted the sack, which was more than half shrunken.

"next."

The voice was low, revealing uncontrollable excitement.

……

For three days, everything was peaceful.

After careful consideration, the wise rulers opened the city gates and requested negotiations.

Rumbling--

Five thousand Unsullied marched out of the city-state, along with an additional three thousand hired mercenaries.

A dozen wise rulers dressed in gorgeous clothes set up a temporary pavilion outside the city gate.

Behind them, a huge bronze statue of a harpy stood on the city gate.

Hundreds of slaves were crowded together, like prey in the claws of the harpy.

"Hiss-"

A roar like thunder resounded through the sky, and a giant black dragon that covered the sky and the sun slowly took off.

On both sides of the black dragon, there are two golden dragons of similar size.

The Second Sons cavalry followed, escorting a convoy loaded with boxes.

After a while, both parties took their seats.

The wise lords sat at the top of the pavilion, each of them fat and strong, like gorgeously dressed pigs.

The leader was a mature woman with darker skin, wearing only a beige gauze and raising a pair of long elastic legs.

"Oh, she's still a beauty."

Aegon smiled, his eyes shining as he stared at the other person's crotch.

The mature woman tilted her head and suddenly spread her legs, revealing a black forest.

Aegon started, and his smile disappeared.

Rhaegar brushed past, completely ignoring the hole that looked like a torn sack.

Rhaenyra's eyes were unfriendly, and her voice was soft: "Be good."

The first encounter between the two sides was obviously not pleasant.

The three siblings stood in the center of the pavilion, looking up at the wise lords who had gathered together.

Each of them had a female slave with him, and sometimes she held a whip in her hand.

The mature woman sat in the middle, staring straight at Rhaegar.

Rhaegar, with his silver hair braided into a braid, looked around with interest.

Mature women are very interested in it.

Putting aside his identity, all he has is a slender physique and handsome looks.

The inhuman beauty of the Targaryens was perfectly embodied in him.

It would be so comfortable if I could hold it under me and ride on it.

"Retract your gaze, slave master!"

Rhaenyra's face turned cold and she warned in High Valyrian.

The mature woman looked at her in surprise when she heard this, and responded with the same words: "Your husband is very handsome. When you were still siblings, did you secretly ride on him?"

Slaver's Bay was built on the ruins of ancient Ghis, once the slaves of old Valyria.

To this day, men of note take pride in speaking fluent High Valyrian.

Rhaenyra smiled, and with the most gentle expression she said the cruelest words: "When I cut off your head, I will place it beside the bed so you can watch me ride it."

"Pfft~"

Aegon could not help laughing.

(End of this chapter)