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

Chapter 547: Valyrian Steel Sword - Scarlet Maker

The next day, morning came.

Swish!

An army of five thousand Unsullied strode out of the city, raising clouds of dust along the way.

Behind him was Astapor, with wisps of blue smoke floating in the air.

"one two three……"

Thousands of slaves broke free from their chains and worked together to topple the huge bronze harpy statue on the city wall.

Boom——

The harpy statue collapsed with a loud bang, and bronze fragments shattered into the sky.

"Hiss-"

Amid the slaves' cheers and celebrations, a huge black dragon roared past.

Rhaegar looked down and felt happy.

Thousands of wise rulers, both great and small, along with their relatives, were hanged on the execution platform.

They sold slaves during their lifetime and enjoyed the wealth brought by slaves.

The moment the city was broken, the slaves retaliated.

"Astapor's is a thing of the past."

Rhaegar murmured softly.

All the wise rulers were destroyed and the slaves were liberated.

When the war was over, they packed up and took away talented people such as craftsmen and scholars, leaving behind a ruined and corrupt city-state.

He would not rule here, Slaver's Bay was beyond the jurisdiction of the Iron Throne.

For this reason, Slave Bay will inevitably be eliminated in the torrent of history.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Syrax and Yangyan flew out one after another, escorting the Second Sons and the sea fleet respectively.

The three city-states in Slave Bay are evenly arranged in a line from south to north.

Astapor was captured, and the army headed north to join Daemon of Yunkai.

Rega took a quick glance, ran his fingertips across the space necklace, and took out a colorless glass potion.

It feels warm to the touch, like a bottle of transparent mucus.

Leijia sniffed lightly, and his blood boiled unconsciously.

"The smell of danger."

Rhaegar's eyes flickered slightly, and he said cautiously, "Another wizard's masterpiece."

The potion was found on the Wise Lord, and it exuded a familiar and eerie feeling.

Slaver's Bay is really spending a lot of money to take on the Iron Throne.

……

Yunkai.

The city walls collapsed and fire spread.

"Run! The dragon is coming!"

"How dare you! You are not allowed to escape!"

"..."

Thick black smoke billowed into the sky, and the slave soldiers scattered and fled for their lives.

"Hiss... Ga..."

The scarlet dragon shadow shuttled through the thick smoke, and with a sharp roar like sonic waves, its huge body fell down with a loud bang.

"Attack, Korakhuu!"

Damon's voice was cold, like a god high above, looking down at the ants scurrying about on the ground.

"Dragon! Run!"

"No no no..."

Korakxiu's vertical pupils flashed with cruelty, and his snake-like slender body stepped over the ruins, spewing scarlet dragon flames like crazy.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

The mercenaries in the city were extremely brave. They hid behind buildings and shot arrows with bows.

Crackling...

Thousands of arrows were fired at once, falling like rain.

Daemon raised his head slightly and calmly faced the dense stream of sharp arrows.

boom!
As if with telepathic communication, Korakxiu opened his scarlet dragon wings to wrap the rider, and the arrows clanged as they hit the wing membrane.

"Leave no one behind, Koraxhu!"

Damon had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of rebelliousness.

How dare a mere slave city-state resist the Dragon Family?

Wuwuwu——

A burst of horn sounded, and the siege officially entered a white-hot stage.

The army carrying the flags of three-headed red dragons and blue seahorses swarmed into the inner city and killed all the slave soldiers who dared to stop them.

"retreat!"

Seeing that arrows were useless against the dragon, the mercenaries became furious and dropped their bows and crossbows and fled in panic.

"..."

The battle lasted for several days.

The city-state was reduced to ruins, and giant bloodthirsty insects were sleeping soundly on the ashes.

……

The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

Yunkai, Glory Square.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korak's pupils were sharp and he lay on the pile of corpses, screaming loudly.

Wow…

Thousands of good men knelt on the ground, their eyes numb, like animals with broken spines.

“You have enslaved slaves and taken away the freedom of others.”

Daemon rode on the dragon's back, his expression calm as he listed all the crimes one by one.

The black steel armor was covered with scars, and his slightly messy silver-gold hair was draped over his shoulders.

You don't have to look closely to know that it was a bloody battle.

Upon hearing the sound, the benevolent masters lowered their heads even lower, and some even sobbed quietly in fear.

Of the three city-states in Slaver's Bay, Yunkai is the weakest.

Meereen is the largest city, with trade spread all over the world and a population greater than the other two city-states combined.

Although the city-state of Astapor is small, it has the renowned Unsullied Legion.

In Qohor's history, there was a glorious record in which three thousand Unsullied repelled the attack of fifty thousand Dothraki.

He even beheaded the Dothraki cavalry's khal.

In comparison, Yunkai, which relies on slave soldiers and mercenaries for defense, is not strong enough on paper.

For half a month, they faced high-intensity attacks from the scarlet dragon.

Finally unable to withstand the pressure, the city-state burned down.

Daemon placed his hands on the dragon saddle and said calmly: "I am a merciful man and can forgive the sins you have committed."

Suddenly, the kind-hearted people's eyes lit up, fearing that the hard of hearing might have heard it wrong.

Damon's face remained calm, but his voice was full of temptation: "Whoever wants to live must pay money to the dragon. Everyone will get a share."

clap clap...

With a clap of their hands, soldiers with three red dragon emblems painted on their chests brought in boxes.

"Put your money in it." Damon raised the corner of his lips.

The benevolent people looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that there was such a thing as paying for life.

But as long as I'm alive, who cares about three thousand and twenty-one?

He hurriedly took out money and paid the head fee.

The money to buy a life is very expensive, and many small benefactors cannot afford it even if they empty their family savings.

Damon sighed softly and pretended to be considerate and said, "If you don't have money, you can use your slaves as collateral."

By the way, it is more expensive to recruit craftsmen, doctors, and scholars, while bed slaves, laborers, the elderly, the weak, women, and children are relatively cheap.

The good masters did not care about much else and just identified the slaves they owned and handed them over.

Damon made a fortune without doing anything.

Making money and absorbing population are the real benefits that should be gained from war.

Tyrosh is too backward and needs this money and talents.

If these benefits are stripped away, Yunkai will quickly decline and no longer pose a threat.

After a delay of half a day, the high-quality slaves were basically available.

In the end, more than 60% of the benefactors paid the head money and retreated back to the pyramid with the few remaining slaves.

Damon glanced at the hundreds of meters of good people who failed to save their lives, and showed no mercy. He said sternly: "Dragon Flame, Korakxiu!"

"Hiss!"

The good leaders had no time to escape as the giant bloodthirsty insects pounced forward and poured down scarlet dragon flames on their heads.

"No! I curse you!"

"It's so hot, it's burning..."

The good masters wailed miserably, those who escaped were killed by the surrounding soldiers, and the rest were buried in the dragon flames.

Daemon's eyes were calm as he looked at a silver-haired, dark-skinned sailor and ordered, "Use the large ship of the Velaryon family to send this batch of money and slaves back to Tyrosh."

Adam frowned and said nervously: "Prince, it's war time now..."

The fleet cannot be transferred back without permission because it is fighting.

"Don't make me repeat myself a second time, bastard!"

Daemon warned him in a stern tone: "Send the things back, or I will send a message for the sea serpent to get up from the bed and roll over to Slaver's Bay."

After saying this, he swung the blood-stained cloak behind him.

Korakshuu gnawed on a charred corpse and slowly left with the driver.

Adam's eyes dimmed as he told his companions to follow orders.

When he turned his head, he looked at the back of the scarlet dragon, with an unconcealable envy in his eyes.

The remaining slaves of Yunkai wept bitterly.

Worrying about how to live in the future.

……

On the other side, the Great Dothraki Grass Sea.

The sun was high in the sky and a light breeze blew away the stench of horse manure.

On the endless sea of ​​grass, the green grass looks like a thick blanket.

When the horses walk on it, all you can see is blue sky and green grass.

"Xuxu~~"

A horde of Dothraki tramped across the grass, trampling a winding muddy path.

This nomadic tribe has a population of over ten thousand, and everyone looks pale, obviously not rich.

The tribal khal had a solemn look on his face, his waist-length braid was hung with bells, and he rode in the lead.

"Lao Kao, the wheels of the carriage are stuck in the mud again."

A scarred Blood Guard rode up on horseback, his tone tinged with impatience.

Rao glanced back and saw the tribal warriors dismounting and pushing the cart. He said in a deep voice, "Our Lady of Mount is right in front of us. I will ask the priestess to predict the weather."

The Great Grass Sea is vast, occupying a large area of ​​fertile land in the center of Essos.

The climate is warm but the rainy season varies.

Scarface said gruffly, "We should just go to Slaver's Bay. Going to Qohor is totally unnecessary."

There aren't many sheep people villages and towns along the way, so it's hard to get enough supplies.

Otherwise, so many people in the tribe wouldn't have starved to death.

Rao had a blank expression on his face, his hand touched the scimitar at his waist, and he stared at death.

Scarface was still babble-ing, but suddenly he noticed Kao's gaze and choked his words back into his throat.

In Dothraki tradition, the dignity of a Khal cannot be violated.

If you dare to offend, you will fight to the death.

"Push the carriage out of the mud and find a place with water to rest."

Seeing that he understood the situation, Rao gave the order in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Scarface dared not disobey and retreated in frustration.

……

In a blink of an eye, it was noon.

The Dothraki tribe found a water source and jumped off their horses happily.

call--

A shadow fell over the stream, carrying with it a stench of sheep.

Rao suddenly looked up and his pupils shrank sharply.

"Hiss!"

A huge dragon covered with mud-colored scales and with a ferocious and ugly appearance flew over my head.

"Dragon!" Rao spoke with difficulty.

On the back of the ugly mud dragon, a silver-haired figure turned his head sideways.

Rao had excellent eyesight and he quickly caught a glimpse of a flash of silver.

That is the reflection of silver hair under the sunlight.

"Stay away, sheep thief."

Aemond glanced down, with a smile on his face.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief flared his nostrils and smelled sheep from the smell of horse manure, and was reluctant to leave.

"Hmm?" Aemond stared with his one eye.

The sheep thief was reluctant and left angrily after a while.

Aemond snorted coldly and took one last covetous look at the Dothraki tribe.

Swah——

With a flick of his waist, a handy one-handed sword came out of its sheath.

The sword has a slender blade, covered with the ripples unique to Valyrian steel, and a long blood groove carved in the middle.

The hilt of the sword is a foot long and looks like a dragon's tail, with black scales that look lifelike.

The hilt of the sword is a ferocious dragon head, based on the shriveled head of a sheep thief.

The whole one-handed sword means snatching food from the dragon's mouth.

Shilin huddled in his arms, looking very unhappy, especially when she saw the sword.

Aemond paid no attention to it. He watched carefully with his one eye and muttered to himself, "The craftsmen of Qohor are indeed worthy of their reputation."

The crab claws of the Celtigar family disappeared.

In its place was the Valyrian steel sword of House Targaryen.

——Scarlet Maker

(End of this chapter)