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

Chapter 546: Subjugating the Unsullied Army

Rhaenyra glanced at him, her eyes icy cold.

"Cough cough..."

Aegon quickly covered his mouth and recalled the saddest thing in his life.

The mature woman looked at the silent Rhaegar with a puzzled look and said provocatively, "Your Majesty on the Iron Throne, don't you think a jealous woman is boring?"

Pulling down the deep collar, he slowly lowered his upper body onto the crossed legs, and the two papayas struggled to break free.

That posture is more seductive than the best bed slave.

Rhaegar's heart was as calm as water. He looked at the wise lords beside the woman and said calmly: "We have condescended to come to negotiate. What is your sincerity?"

It was still High Valyrian, but the magnetic voice revealed a different kind of nobility.

"We have prepared two thousand Unsullied, as long as you can afford the price."

The mature woman's eyes flashed with displeasure and she pulled up the collar of her chest.

Rhaegar ignored them completely and continued to stare at the silent wise lords, saying, "The premise of the deal is that you must open the city, surrender, and release all the slaves."

"You are the Breaker of Shackles, but we will not grant your unreasonable demands."

The mature woman said angrily.

Several wise leaders nearby continued to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Rhaegar lowered his eyes, glanced at the woman, and said coldly: "I'm talking to them, don't interrupt me."

At just one glance, the mature woman felt like there was something stuck in her throat, and her long legs subconsciously closed.

Having been humiliated in public, he wanted to refute.

Seeing that handsome and cold face, I was speechless.

It was as if she were a slave girl who dared not disobey the orders of her wise master.

The scene froze for a moment, and several wise male leaders finally took action.

A bald wise master with triangular eyes weighed the whip in his hand and said sternly: "Astapor is a slave city-state. Losing slaves is no different from killing us."

"That's none of my business."

Rhaegar looked nonchalant and threatened, "You must pay the price for worshipping Fiznik's false dragon."

The bald wise master said with a cold face: "We can sell you more Unsullied to kill the false Dragon King."

"How many?"

Rhaegar answered immediately.

"Two thousand five hundred people, no more."

The bald wise master's eyes were filled with pain, and he gritted his teeth and said, "We only have 5,000 well-trained Unsullied, we can't sell them all to you."

"Not enough." Rhaegar held up three fingers and said firmly: "Five thousand Unsullied, five hundred gold dragon coins each."

“You are robbing!!”

The bald wise master was furious.

The normal price of an Unsullied is eight hundred gold dragon coins, and there is an appropriate discount for group purchases.

He wanted to buy all the Unsullied for five hundred gold dragon coins per person.

It's just wishful thinking.

Rhaegar smiled, raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and asked, "With three dragons overhead, what do you think I'm doing?"

"Hiss-"

The Glutton was in tune with his thoughts, soaring in the air and spewing out pale green dragon flames, blocking out the dazzling sun.

A dragon roar and a breath of dragon flame.

Not only the bald sage, but everyone present was shocked.

Looking up at the azure sky, I saw three giant dragons circling, like three cruel weapons of war.

"Hawk Goddess is above!"

The mature woman's eyes were dazed and her crotch was wet.

It took a long time for the wise lords to recover from their shock.

After careful consideration, a decision was made.

The bald wise master looked bitter: "We agree, but your fleet must withdraw from the Worm River."

As long as the slave trade resumed, money would continue to flow in.

Rhaegar looked at him with a playful look and agreed, "No problem, the money is right behind."

As he spoke, he made way, revealing the convoy escorted by the Second Sons Regiment.

When the bald sage saw this, his expression improved a little: "Happy transaction."

"and many more!"

Rhaegar called to them and held out his hand: "Give me the whip to command the Unsullied."

A wise leader immediately interrupted: "We need to count the money first."

The other wise lords hesitated and rubbed the whips in their hands.

Rhaegar sneered, "You think I would commit fraud with three dragons?"

Hearing this, the wise lords looked up at the blue sky again.

Three giant dragons circled slowly, the largest of which was a pitch-black dragon as big as a large pyramid.

The bald wise master gave in and ordered his slave to bring a whip.

The whip has a gorgeous appearance and is placed outside in a tray.

The mature woman stood up on her own initiative, walked down the steps holding the tray in both hands, and bent over respectfully to hand it over.

"Thank you." Rhaegar took the whip directly.

The whip is similar to a dragon taming whip, and the handle is a golden statue of a harpy.

Rhaegar glanced at Rhaenyra and Aegon, then walked out of the pavilion, whip in hand.

On the barren land, five thousand Unsullied in black armor stood in a neat row, like a dark cloud.

boom--

The Glutton slowly descended, raising his dragon head high.

Rhaegar climbed up the dragon's back, looking down at all the Unsullied from above, holding a whip and shouting: "Unsullied, listen to my command!"

Swish!

Five thousand Unsullied Ones moved upon hearing the sound, and formed up in different directions.

"This thing is no less powerful than the dragon whip."

Rhaegar saw it and said in a complicated tone: "Unfortunately, the price is the loss of humanity."

To put it bluntly, the Unsullied are a group of walking corpses without any self.

Whoever holds the whip takes orders.

In the pavilion at the rear, the wise lords sent people to check the money and drink celebratory wine in advance.

"Unsullied, who is your master?"

Rhaegar stood on the dragon's back, and his voice traveled far with the skill of the binding spell.

Swish!

Five thousand Unsullied struck their shields with their spears in a silent oath of loyalty.

The corners of Rhaegar's lips curled up, and he felt a sense of fulfillment that he was in control of the situation.

the other side.

The slaves who were checking the money opened the boxes one by one, but did not find even a single gold dragon coin.

All that came into view were the rotten stones that weighed him down.

"is fake!"

The slaves hurried back to the pavilion, breaking the harmonious atmosphere of the wise masters.

"What, no gold dragon coins!?"

The wise rulers instantly broke out in cold sweats, and their wine cups fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Hiss-"

The glutton raised his head and roared, turning his long neck towards the pavilion.

Rhaegar's face was solemn, and his voice was loud and clear: "Unsullied, kill the wise master in front of you, kill the soldiers, and kill everyone holding a whip!"

"No! This is a scam!" The wise lords were stunned and fled in panic.

However, it was too late.

Swish!

Five thousand Unsullied received the order and pointed their spears at the existence that brought oppression in the past without hesitation.

puff-

The spear pierced the mercenary's body and pierced the slave soldier's chest.

The pavilion was surrounded and the escaping virtuous master was strangled.

The negotiation situation suddenly became chaotic.

With her sharp purple eyes, Rainier stared at the mature woman who was fleeing in a panic, and drew the sword from her waist with one hand.

Zhengzheng~~
The Light of the Kingdom was unsheathed, and the pattern of the sun carved on it glowed coldly.

"Haha, don't run."

Aegon's face was filled with excitement as he gave the order: "Dragon Flame, Sun Flame!"

"Hiss!"

The golden Yang Yan fell to the ground and smashed through the roof of the pavilion.

at the same time.

The Glutton took off into the air, carrying Rhaegar high into the sky, and splashed dragon fire on the chaotic mercenary group.

Syracuse followed closely, attacking the slave soldiers on the city wall.

"no, do not want!"

"Run away! Someone is rebelling."

"..."

A huge fire suddenly broke out inside the city, and cries of fighting were heard.

In an instant, a chapter of blood and fire was written.

……

It's getting late, the sun is getting dusk.

Astapor.

"Hiss..."

Syracuse stood on the top of the city wall, intimidating the countless slaves who were bowing their heads in worship.

The city was filled with smoke and two giant dragons were soaring in the sky.

Rhaegar was beside the dragon, and five thousand Unsullied stood upright under the city.

"Unsullied, step forward!"

Rhaegar shouted, whip in hand.

Swish!

Upon hearing the sound, five thousand Immaculate Ones rushed forward in unison.

Rhaegar wiped his bloody cheek and shouted: "You have been slaves all your life, and today you are freed!"

The Unsullied had a numb expression on his face and raised his head slightly.

Rhaegar threw the whip down from the top of the city wall and said boldly: "Anyone can leave freely and no one will be harmed. I promise!"

The Unsullied's eyes, which were as stagnant as a pool of water, began to waver, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Perhaps, it was another test of the slave owner’s loyalty.

"Hiss..."

Syrax roared, and the dragon head reached out to Rhaegar's side.

Rhaegar looked straight ahead, pounding his chest with his fists, and shouted, "Old Valyria enslaved life, and they are destroyed!"

"Astapor enslaves life and today will be ruined!"

"No one can enslave another. Those who violate this will only die!"

Rhaegar looked around and said bluntly: "Who is willing to fight for me, for King Rhaegar Targaryen I!"

"Today, as a free man!"

"..."

quiet!
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The five thousand pure ones saw the man and heard his voice, and fell into deep silence.

Suddenly, several figures walked out of the city gate.

Grey Worm, dressed in rags and with a three-spike black helmet tucked under his arm, stepped forward.

The remaining few people were either wearing black armor or carrying broken shackles.

With a solemn expression, he walked towards the army of the Unsullied.

One step, two steps...

When the distance was less than a hundred meters, Grey Worm suddenly turned around and knelt on one knee:

"Rhaegar I Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, Lord of the Narrow Sea, Settler of the Disputed Lands, Breaker of Chains, Shepherd of Dragons..."

The endless prefixes overshadow the great achievements of the time.

Grey Worm said with a fanatical expression, "Wherever your sword points, we will advance to the death!"

Wow…

The others knelt down, discarding their shackles and chains like old shoes.

Rhaegar looked down silently, then drew out his True Fire and raised it high, shouting only one sentence: "Blood and fire share the same origin!!"

"..."

The five thousand Unsullied were all moved, and a hint of life appeared on their numb faces.

dong dong!

A figure stepped out, striking the ground with a spear.

It was like a spark that ignited the entire army.

Swish!

More and more Unsullied came out and pounded the ground as if to vent their anger.

The force was so great that it sounded like the dense beating of war drums.

The area within a radius of several miles was shaken.

Aegon stood in the ruins of the pavilion, staring at the scene in amazement, his jaw almost dislocated.

Tens of thousands of slaves rushed into the city-state.

All of them are shouting the same voice: "Blood and fire come from the same source!"

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared wildly, and Deathwing enveloped the entire city-state, dispelling filth and resentment.

Rhaegar held his head high, closed his eyes and immersed himself in the cheers.

The rule of Targaryen will last forever.

"Rhaegar."

The soft shout reached his ears and Rhaegar tilted his head slightly.

Rhaenyra, her long silver-gold hair stained with blood, walked silently to his side and whispered, "Good job."

Rhaegar's nostrils twitched slightly as he smelled a strong smell of blood.

When I opened my eyes, two beautiful faces came into view.

Rhaenyra's eyes were like waves and her thin eyebrows were full of pride.

The bare hands hung naturally, holding a woman's head full of fear.

"Does it look good?"

Rhaenyra smiled slightly and tilted her head: "Come with me, put it on the bedside and read it slowly."

Rhaegar was in a trance for a moment, then he lowered his head and laughed.

(End of this chapter)