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

Chapter 548: The Surrender Faction in Meereen
Time flies, half a month later.

Slaver's Bay, on the Skahzadan River.

The largest of the three major slave trading city-states, "Meereen" is located here.

"Hiss-"

Outside the towering multi-colored city walls, a giant black dragon soared slowly, its pale green vertical pupils overlooking the entire city.

The garrison troops on the city walls were on high alert, with scorpion crossbows set up, ready to counterattack at any time.

call--

After a while, the giant black dragon lost interest and disappeared into the clouds.

……

Across the river.

A large village surrounding a city.

Five thousand Unsullied occupied the place, drove the farmers into a concentration camp, and chopped wood to build a camp.

Two giant dragons, one red and one gold, circled in the air and quickly moved away when they smelled the ash.

boom--

The Glutton dived through the clouds and landed on the ground quickly and steadily.

"Hiss?"

Syrax lay in the flowers, like an oversized curious baby, rolling over and over to create distance.

Rhaegar smiled and slid off the dragon's back.

The natural environment is beautiful, and there are medicinal herbs everywhere near the mountains and rivers.

Meereen was only fifty miles from Yunkai, and the army could reach it in a day.

All the villages along the way, big and small, had hung three-headed red dragon flags.

Return to the tent.

"How is the defense of Meereen?"

Rhaenyra immediately stood up and stepped forward to untie Rhaegar's black robe.

Rhaegar shook his head. "It's very strict. It will take some hard work."

"Meereen is the largest city in Slaver's Bay. The walls are at least a hundred feet high. At every corner there are bronze statues of harpies that can spew boiling oil."

The sea snake Collis spoke in a deep voice, sitting beside the round table and looking at the sand table.

After two months of rest, his injuries were fully recovered.

Rush to the battlefield as soon as possible.

Rega showed him respect and said softly, "These are not the problems. The key is how to ensure that the hybrid dragon kings and great masters do not escape."

"It would be nice if we just burn it all down."

Aegon lay on the round table, playing with the wine cup without interest.

Fighting is boring.

He had begun to miss the fishy and salty sea breeze of the Stone Steps Islands and the beautiful Rees in the brothel.

"Think it over first."

Rhaegar glanced at him, giving him a mild warning.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, took the black robe and returned to her seat.

The sea snake analyzed the situation carefully and said, "Meereen cannot survive on its own. It has no choice but to go out to sea."

He took down a giant dragon sculpture from the sand table and placed it in the wasteland to the north of the Great Pyramid.

Meereen is located on the banks of the Skahzadam River, with a sandy beach on the north side and blocked estuaries and mountains on the east and west.

Damon leaned back in his chair, smiled faintly, and denied: "Who knows if there is a secret passage in the city? Those scums know the principle of having three burrows."

Astapor and Yunkai were successively captured, and the Iron Throne's troops were concentrated and gathered.

The sea snake glanced sideways and said sharply, "Where can a stray dog ​​run to?"

Damon straightened his sitting posture, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

dong dong!

Rhaegar tapped the table and interrupted, "Okay, say something useful."

Where does all the resentment between father-in-law and son-in-law come from?

So annoying!
Rhaenyra hid her smirk by drinking.

The siblings follow the family tradition and do not have an extra father-in-law or father-in-law, so they cannot understand the difficulties of being a good uncle.

"Brother, you must be thirsty."

The atmosphere was not very pleasant, and Daeron came forward happily to pour wine for Rhaegar who was sitting down.

Rhaegar smiled and did not refuse.

In a small tent, there are five dragon riders from the family.

Attacking the isolated city of Meereen was a piece of cake.

Darren finished pouring the wine and stood obediently behind his eldest brother.

Aegon's eyes widened with envy, and he raised his glass and shook it.

Darren looked away, pretending not to see.

"hehe."

Rhaenyra was amused and did not forget to wipe Rhaegar's mouth carefully with her handkerchief.

Rhaegar enjoyed it happily and smelled a faint aroma of milk.

I looked back in surprise and happened to meet a pair of smiling eyes.

"Your Majesty, Meereen is not a monolithic city either."

The brother and sister were doing something, but Sea Snake interrupted them tactlessly and pulled out an envelope sealed with beeswax from his sleeve.

The beeswax pattern turned out to be the harpy pattern, the symbol of Meereen.

Rhaegar frowned, took the envelope and opened it.

A thin sheet of white paper, written in the High Valyrian script.

"A show of words."

Rhaegar glanced at it and sneered with disdain.

Valyrian is a very concise language, and High Valyrian is the best of the best.

The words are piled up so gorgeously, but the whole article is basically nonsense with a few useful sentences.

It can be seen that the person who wrote the letter is either uneducated or extremely ostentatious.

Rega flipped through the letter and read it. At the end, the signature was "Sitzer Lorak".

Read the whole thing and pass it on to the next person.

Rhaenyra looked at it and said in surprise, "House of Loraq, one of the oldest slave-owning families in Meereen."

"Yes, the representative of the peace faction."

Rhaegar's thoughts turned, and he said, "They want to make peace and are willing to offer the bastard dragon king."

"That's quite sensible." Rhaenyra smiled.

Soon, everyone read the letter.

Rhaegar groaned and said, "The slave owners cannot be trusted. They are too insincere."

"Not necessarily." Daemon insisted, "Meereen is rich. They don't want to follow in the footsteps of Astapor and Yunkai, do they?"

The army passed through the border, and the two slave city-states were like locusts passing through. All the wise lords of Astapor were executed, and half of the slaves were migrated to the disputed area.

More than half of Yunkai's good masters survived, but the slaves were basically wiped out.

Rhaegar issued a sea closure order, making it basically impossible to resume the slave trade.

What awaits the two city-states is only continued decline.

Before Rhaegar could retort, the sea serpent sneered, "If they really want peace, they should open the city gates."

"What do you think of the consequences of Astapor opening its gates?"

Damon glanced at his nephew meaningfully.

Rhaegar made a "tsk" sound and leaned back in his chair.

What is called war is nothing more than the use of deception.

The nightmares that tormented him since childhood taught him that only by acting ruthlessly can he intimidate others.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Rhaenyra stroked his head, as if soothing a child.

This time it was Rhaegar's turn to roll his eyes and turn his head away speechlessly.

After the baptism of blood and fire, Rhaenyra seemed a little overexcited.

The brother and sister seemed to have returned to their childhood.

The sea serpent ignored the king and queen's intimate gesture and spoke out against Daemon: "Astapor is more popular than your victory in Yunkai."

Daemon was too cruel. He burned and looted in Yunkai, and tortured everyone equally regardless of their status.

Both slave owners and laborers cursed his cruelty.

On the other hand, Astapor's reputation for the Iron Throne is extremely good.

His Majesty the True Dragon killed all slave owners, liberated the suffering slaves, and provided jobs and land to the unemployed freed slaves.

Although I have to migrate to a disputed area, at least I can live freely.

The most important thing is that without slave owners, liberating slaves achieved class revenge.

Not only is he grateful to Rhaegar, he also only recognizes Rhaegar.

Daemon was not happy with what he heard and said impatiently: "If you don't accept the peace proposal, then ride your dragon and burn Meereen to the ground."

I have the advantage on both sides.

The sea snake snorted coldly and continued to refute: "The dragon can solve 70% of the problem, but the remaining 30% will require manpower."

As a qualified lord, he would naturally find ways to protect his soldiers if he could avoid sacrificing them.

Capturing a city without spending a single soldier is the true proof of a military strategist's talent.

Rhaegar held his forehead with one hand and watched his two allies arguing with each other.

For a moment, I understood why my father was so keen on smoothing things over when he was in power.

"That's enough. Arguing until dark won't lead to any results."

Rhaegar slammed the table, interrupting the quarrel between the two and made a decisive statement: "The Lorak family is a point of entry. We can use this opportunity to contact the slave-owning families in the city and minimize the chance of winning."

"support!"

Aegon immediately stood up and got up from his seat to leave.

The meeting ended early so he could go to the village to find a girl.

Rega glanced at him unkindly and stressed, "The rest is secondary. First, make sure the bastard dragon king doesn't run away. It would be best if the slave-owning family could deliver the bastard dragon king to our door."

The source of the war is nothing more than a dragon king bloodline with an unusual origin.

No matter what, the whole race will be destroyed.

"support!"

Aegon continued to raise his hand, mobilizing the enthusiasm of Rhaenyra and Daeron.

Damon's eyes flickered and he shook his wine glass uninterested.

As if to say, let it be.

The sea snake slowly stood up and said solemnly: "Slave Bay is under control. We still have to be careful of other forces."

"Like?" Rhaegar asked.

The sea serpent uttered softly, "Qohor, Dothraki cavalry."

Braavos and Pentos were fine. Having been warned in advance by Rhaegar, they only dared to make small moves in secret.

Kohor is located in a remote area, relying on its favorable geographical location.

He directly transformed himself into an arms dealer, took the funds provided by all parties, and frantically provided equipment to Slave Bay.

Rhaegar thought for a moment, and then it occurred to him: "Aemond went to Qohor, didn't he?"

Hearing this, Damon's eyes flashed.

The sea serpent nodded and said, "Prince Aemond traveled to Qohor and borrowed money from Storm's End to recruit a group of two thousand mercenaries."

After a pause, he asked in confusion, "But Aemond did not act with the mercenary group. Instead, someone saw an ugly dragon in the Dothraki Great Grass Sea."

"Oh, Aemond is going to conquer a Dothraki cavalry?"

Aegon's eyes lit up and he climbed up from the table.

"The Dothraki are stubborn."

Darren warned quietly.

The only thing seen in the book is that the Dothraki are described as barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood.

In fact, it is true.

Rhaegar suddenly had an idea and said, "The Dothraki's fighting power should not be underestimated. There is a high probability that they will be hired in Slaver's Bay."

"That's what I'm worried about."

The sea snake pointed out the vast Great Grass Sea on the sand table, and traced the mountains east of Meereen with his fingertips. He speculated: "According to the tradition of the Dothraki, they will first plunder the sheep people of Lhaza, obtain supplies, and then enter the Kaisay Pass."

On land, Dothraki cavalry are difficult to deal with.

Especially under the protection of the scorpion crossbow.

Rhaegar was not worried and smiled confidently: "Then let them come."

With five giant dragons besieging the city, even if the ancient Ghis Empire and the Yi Ti Dynasty were to be resurrected, they would have to surrender.

Instead, it was Imond's movement that led him to go surfing on the big grass sea.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and suggested, "Let Aemond give it a try and see what he can accomplish."

If he really wanted to integrate a Dothraki cavalry, I would still look up to him.

"That makes sense." The sea snake was very calm and fulfilled his duties as a subject.

Soon, the meeting is over.

Rhaegar led the meeting to adjourn, but Daemon remained in the tent.

Daemon lowered his head, took a sip from his wine glass, and whispered softly: "Qohor, the one-eyed boy."

My good nephew seems to have forged a Valyrian steel sword.

He was lacking a suitable weapon.

Oh, and there’s also my unmarried niece-in-law who lives far away in Storm’s End.

"Go back and ask Messalia how things went."

A cold light flashed across Damon's eyes.

(End of this chapter)