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

Chapter 685 Red Dragon! Red Dragon!
Slaver's Bay, Meereen.

The Great Pyramid.

"Your Majesty, this is the naming day gift prepared for you by the wise masters."

In the throne room, representatives of slave owners from Astapor and Yunkai bowed their heads respectfully.

Elena sat on the throne, still wearing her curvy blue skirt with a slit.

She likes this kind of dressing, which can show her queenly demeanor while reducing the restrictive feeling of clothes.

"Valyrian steel?"

Elena's eyes flickered slightly, and a necklace with a dragon head pendant was wrapped around her fingers.

Looking closely, the chain links are ordinary, but the pendant is a master-level carving of Valyrian steel.

It looks strangely familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere.

The slave owner immediately stepped forward and flattered, "Only treasures from ancient Valyria can be worthy of the blood of a noble dragon."

"It's a very nice gift, it shows your sincerity."

Elena smiled and put the necklace back into the box.

Ever since the lost red dragon was captured, the news has spread quickly and leaked out.

Not only did the great lord of Meereen become completely honest, but even the wise and kind lords of the other two slave city-states became more and more obedient.

The originally shaky rule was surprisingly unbreakable.

but……

Elena glanced at the bald wizard in the corner of the hall and frowned slightly.

The dragon taming project has been delayed.

The only remaining red-robed wizard was unable to control the red dragon, and made every effort to avoid asking Yasha for help.

Therefore, the slave owners who could not see the queen riding a dragon began to become increasingly suspicious.

They secretly make small moves, deliberately targeting the ruling party.

As soon as the idea came out, the slave owner representative bowed respectfully and asked with longing: "Merciful Queen, when can you hold a conference so that Slave Bay can witness the greatness of the Dragon King family."

The implication is, whether there is a dragon or not, just pull it out for a walk.

Elena remained calm and said, "Don't worry. Merchants from Quarles often visit Slaver's Bay recently. We will hold a grand event when the business comes."

"But from what we know, the merchants in Quarth are at war with the Hightower family in Oldtown."

Another wise lord with a short beard and dressed in Astapor style stood up from one side of the hall and raised questions with a haughty look in his eyes.

Quarles purchased a large number of slaves from Slaver's Bay and launched an invasion of Oldtown.

There were even rumors that a group of slaves were infected with greyscale and were driven to Oldtown to cause chaos.

Now everyone in Old Town is in danger, and they unite with the entire River Bend to launch a counterattack.

It is still unknown when the war will end.

"Are you doubting me?"

Elena raised her eyebrows and warned, "If you disrespect the queen, your tongue will be cut off."

The short-bearded wise master was taken aback by the shock and explained, "No, we are just looking forward to it."

"Then go back home and wait for news with peace of mind."

Elena was very rude. She grabbed the box from the maid's tray and turned to leave the hall.

All that was left were the slave owners looking at each other in bewilderment, angry but not daring to speak.

……

The Great Pyramid, the Dungeon.

Elena brought the Unsullied guards with her and once again pushed open the heavy stone door of the dungeon.

Rumble!
The stone door slowly opened, and the pungent fishy smell that hit me in the face was very pungent.

Mixed with sulfur and rotten smell, it lingers at the tip of your nose and is hard to dissipate.

"Torches."

Elena's eyes sank slightly as she took the torch handed over by the Unsullied.

With the dim firelight, he walked into the dark dungeon cautiously.

call--

As soon as the footsteps were heard, a hot and fishy wind gushed out from the depths of the dungeon.

Elena's face was tense, and her fingertips holding the torch felt numb.

When there was no dragon, he dreamed of finding a dragon to restore the glory of his family.

After several failed encounters with dragons, his courage in facing dragons was almost gone.

"Roar……"

A deep roar from a squeezed throat echoed in the dark stone dungeon.

Elena stared straight ahead, remembering what her mother-in-law had said: not to show weakness to a dragon.

"Hiss!!"

The next second, red dragon flames suddenly gushed out, burning the high ceiling.

In the light of the fire, a dragon-shaped outline appeared.

Bright red scales, thorn-like barbs, pale fangs that can bite through steel...

A giant red dragon was chained to the corner, staring at them with a pair of amber vertical pupils filled with malice.

Its appearance resembles its mother Dreamfire and two brothers, one black and one blue.

The body is covered with bright red scales and wing membranes, the three pairs of horns and jaw barbs are grayish white, and the dorsal fin is also a dark red of similar color.

He looks mighty and majestic, a natural warrior.

"Quiet, Dianelina!"

Elona held out a hand and scolded in High Valyrian.

She had learned the binding spell, but she was unable to master the fire magic in her blood.

Taming dragons in High Valyrian is a reasonable substitute.

"Hiss!!"

The red dragon was irritable and easily angered, and he roared fiercely at the silver-haired woman.

He refused the High Valyrian's appeasement, and did not agree with the name they gave him.

Elena was terrified and her expression changed slightly.

The red dragon's amber vertical pupils observed everything carefully. It spread its wings and pounced forward in an instant, and the chain around its neck creaked.

The ferocious dragon kiss could not touch the opponent, and the heat in the mouth completely enveloped it.

Elena's skin turned red with heat, and she could no longer bear the physical and mental pressure.

He threw the torch down in a panic and quickly retreated along the wall.

Rumble!
When the figure ran out of the dungeon, the heavy stone door slammed shut.

……

At the same time, the Grand Arena.

Backstage rest area.

A guy with a crew cut was squatting in an empty corner, holding a rusty iron sword.

His fair skin was covered in yellow mud, his dusty stubble was silver, and his body was quite thin.

Salsa!
A burly black-haired man walked over, sat down, and wiped a large sword with lemon dipped in salt.

The guy with a crew cut took a cautious glance and his body tensed up.

I was imprisoned in the Great Arena for a while, where cannibalism and oppression were rampant.

The slaves were not as pitiful as imagined. Instead, they were a society where the strong preyed on the weak and they trampled on each other.

If he hadn't been so ruthless in his bones, his butt would have been broken into pieces.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not interested in boys."

The dark-haired burly man didn't even raise his head and spoke in a lazy, accented voice.

The crew-haired boy distanced himself and refused to negotiate. The Colosseum changed his perception of slaves and the worldview he had shaped over the years.

Before being kind, first master the power to show kindness.

Otherwise, just stupid.

"Are you Aemon, the boy who came with the priestess?"

The black-haired burly man turned his head and glanced, looking him up and down as if he were looking at a rare prey.

"Who are you, and do you know Sally?"

Aemon looked up suddenly and paid great attention to the middle-aged priestess who had helped him all the way.

"I don't know her. She's a slave girl who sells medicine."

The black-haired sturdy man curled his lips and said casually: "You will also go on stage later, remember to sharpen your sword, otherwise you can't even pierce your opponent's belly."

After saying that, he threw away the half-eaten lemon, stood up and walked away with the giant sword in his hand.

Halfway through, he made a sword flower with one hand.

Aemon was skeptical and picked up the lemon to maintain the blunt sword in his hand.

The other person's appearance was not outstanding, with an unshaven face, a weathered look, and strong muscles all over his body.

Regardless of the purpose, no hostility was shown for the time being.

……

Soon, a duel began in the Grand Arena.

Slaves, wearing armor and holding weapons, filed out of the open iron gate.

Aemon was among them, armed only with an iron sword.

"He's here too."

I walked through the crowd and saw the strong black-haired man, and slowly walked towards him.

In the audience, slave owners and merchants who were watching the fight whispered to each other and placed bets on the slaves they favored.

Elena was there too, leaning on the table with a listless look on her face.

In the arena, Aemon was feeling nervous and looked up at the ugly slave owner.

Suddenly, I noticed Elena holding her forehead with one hand.

"It's her, the old woman."

Aemon grumbled to himself, debating whether or not to show up.

The two sides met several times, but the process was not friendly.

Besides, a woman who cares about her brother’s marriage is not trustworthy.

If you reveal your identity rashly, you might be locked up in a secret room...

Then there will be no more daylight.

"Boy, stay with me later."

The black-haired burly man suddenly bumped into them and gave them a stern warning.

Yimon's thoughts raced, and he made the most favorable decision: "Okay."

With his weak arms and legs, he will definitely not be able to pass this test without someone to protect him.

Clang!

The duel soon began and the guard struck the gong.

"what!!"

The slaves reacted quickly, swinging their swords at those around them.

Suddenly, the arena turned into a terrifying Shura field.

Yimon hesitated for half a second, and a pool of blood splashed on his face.

"Be careful, I can't keep an eye on you all the time."

The black-haired burly man roared and rushed into the crowd waving his huge sword.

There are many kinds of swords, which can be roughly divided into one-handed sword, two-handed sword, and hand-and-a-half sword according to their evolution over time.

The most common one today is the half-hand sword, which combines the strengths of the first two and is suitable for slashing and stabbing.

The greatsword is a branch of the two-handed sword, highlighting its powerful force.

Imon was stunned, looking at the fierce figure of the black-haired man.

The giant sword is as wide as a palm and one meter eighty long. It is very powerful and can kill someone with a single blow.

Wherever the black-haired sturdy man went, there was no enemy who could match him.

Either they were hacked to death or their bones were broken.

Blood splattered everywhere, it was so violent that it was horrifying.

Aemon raised a smile and dodged behind him.

Gradually, time came to noon.

The arena was littered with corpses, with less than one-tenth of the slaves left standing.

Yimon was one of them, hiding quietly in the corner.

Some people noticed him and thought that the boy would be the first to die.

I didn't expect to survive to the end.

Clang!

The guard struck the gong, and the surviving slaves dragged their exhausted and injured bodies back to the rest area behind the iron gate.

Eamon walked last, not wanting to provoke the murderous guy.

According to the rules of the arena, every living person can have a delicious meal.

There's no need to be locked up back in the dark and damp cell so soon.

The last moment before entering the iron gate.

Iemon turned his head quietly and saw Elena's blue figure leaving the table.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

……

At night, everything is quiet.

The Grand Arena, the underground prison cells.

Eamon was still huddled in the corner, gnawing at a half-eaten baked potato.

Because I survived, I was temporarily transferred to another cell.

Although it was still damp and cramped, it was not that crowded at all.

Aemon raised his eyes and saw the black-haired burly man sleeping soundly with his eyes closed near the small window.

What a great opportunity! He came up with an idea.

Win over the other party and seek the future.

This was an idea he would never have had before.

The eldest brother Baeron and the third brother Meka did the most of this kind of thing to win over supporters under their command.

He would rather live a more carefree life, and just focus on doing business in Lys and Tyrosh on the other side of the strait, and has never bent down to show respect to others.

Dare to think and dare to act, Aemon gritted his teeth and stood up.

I walked to the window seat, and the night wind blew away the dark clouds, revealing the bright moonlight.

A beam of moonlight shone down, illuminating the tallest building in Meereen.

Aemon looked up and saw the great pyramid high above.

Condescending and full of oppression towards the lower class.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I seemed to hear an inaudible dragon roar in my ears.

Very angry, with fire filling my heart.

"What are you looking at?"

(End of this chapter)