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

Chapter 688 Brothers Meet

Three days later.

Meereen, the Great Pyramid.

Thousands of slaves gathered here, looking at the towering pyramids with trepidation.

After several days of unrest, the city finally returned to peace.

This also means that power has changed again.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of knocking was heard in unison, and the Unsullied army in black armor and spiked helmets walked out from both sides of the Great Pyramid.

There aren't many people, probably around a thousand.

Behind the Unsullied followed many slaves, pulling carts loaded with things covered with white cloth.

The rattle of the chains was clear as the wheels rolled over the splintered floor.

The slaves were timid, secretly wondering what was about to happen.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar resounded through the sky.

The slaves raised their heads and looked in fear in the direction where the dragon's roar came from.

next moment.

The clouds were stirring and the wind was howling.

A young dragon with a body as bright red as blood broke through the clouds, spread its wings and swooped down.

The red dragon circled the wide square twice and slowly landed in the vestibule of the Great Pyramid.

It did not fall on the top of the tower so that the slaves would not be able to see it clearly.

boom!
The red dragon landed on the ground, raising a cloud of hot dust.

The slaves screamed and retreated, causing a riot.

The Unsullied surrounded the square and controlled the chaotic situation.

Without the slave owner and the queen, the slaves were at a loss and stood still, not daring to move.

"Hiss!!"

The red dragon howled towards the sky and stared at the crowd with cold vertical pupils.

The slender neck slowly lowers, revealing the back with the dorsal fin swaying slightly.

"Quiet, Ursa."

Aemon looked calm, holding the spikes of his dorsal fin in his hands.

He was still wearing the coarse linen shirt that slaves wore, and his bare feet stepped on the bright red scales.

Only the silver-gold hair had grown a bit compared to a few days ago.

Although his appearance has not changed, the temperament he exudes is completely different.

The whole place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The slaves trembled with fear and carefully glanced at the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back.

Looks like a slave boy.

But no one dared to speak.

Aemon was also looking at them, taking out a whip with a handle like a harpy statue from his arms and holding it high with one hand.

Boom boom boom!
The Unsullied had a serious look on their faces, and they struck their round shields with their spears.

That is their command whip.

It was originally in the hands of the "Silver-haired Queen" Elena Diagliga, and fell into Imon's hands in the chaos.

Since the invasion of the Iron Throne, the overall strength of Slaver Bay has seriously declined.

The strongest defensive force of Meereen is the 5,000 pirates led by Rachelino and the 2,500 Unsullied purchased by Astapor.

After Elena's death, Rachelino led his men to escape.

Most of the Unsullied were killed or wounded, with only about 1,300 left.

Aemon officially took over the Unsullied and used this to control the ownerless Meereen.

Crack!

The whip was whipped in the air, and the crisp sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Lowly slaves, where is your master?!"

Aemon's voice was loud and clear, his eyes looking around at everyone present.

The slaves looked at each other, too weak to speak.

The slave owners had disappeared in the chaos long ago, and these days they were living in the slave shacks.

"You don't know, let me tell you!"

Aemon waved his whip and pointed in a direction: "The people who once enslaved you are right in front of you!"

Crack! Crack!
There was a sudden sound of whipping and screaming, and a large group of people walked out from behind the Great Pyramid.

Hundreds of slaves armed with whips and spikes drove an equal number of slave owners.

The slave owner was still dressed in fine clothes, but the once gorgeous clothes were stained with blood, and there was not a single piece of good skin on his body.

They tied hemp ropes on their hands and led them in a line like cattle and sheep.

The slaves were horrified when they saw this, and some of the timid women screamed.

It has been many years since there has been such an exciting scene.

The last time we saw it, it was the invasion of the King on the Iron Throne.

But that time many people died and it lasted for a very short time.

The high-ranking slaves were relocated, the rule was overthrown, and the slave class returned to dire straits.

"They! They are the great masters who enslaved you!"

Aemon stood up on the dragon's back, making himself look taller, and shouted loudly: "The false dragon king is dead, and Slaver's Bay will finally be liberated!"

Under the slaves' suspicious gazes, the whips were pointed at the first carriage that arrived.

The Unsullied received the order, pushed the carriage together, and lifted the white cloth covering it.

The shackles and manacles piled up like a mountain, and their heavy weight pressed the wheels deep into the floor.

There were so many of them, it was like they were ransacking the entire city.

In front of thousands of slaves, Aemon threw the whip in his hand onto the carriage and said calmly: "Dragon Flame!"

"Hiss!"

The red dragon cooperated and bright red dragon flames gushed out continuously.

The carriage was then set on fire, and the mountains of shackles and manacles burned red and deformed, and gradually melted over time.

It lasted for half a quarter of an hour.

The car plates and other combustible materials were burned out, leaving only seven or eight red iron mountains several meters high.

The slaves pushing the cart took out their tools, gathered the mountain of half-molten iron into a ball, and beat it with hammers.

It looks like they are going to forge a new Iron Throne.

Aemon stared intently, taking in every detail, even the raised, twisted shackles.

It can be predicted that the newly cast iron chair will not have sharp sword blades, but will have many circle-like shackle blanks.

The slaves were also watching and speculating a lot.

The Unsullied stood there stiffly, and when he saw the whip melt, his eyes showed a slight change of emotion.

"Today, Meereen is completely liberated, forever and ever!"

Aemon raised his arms and shouted solemnly: "There are no slaves, nor slave owners, only equal citizens under the Iron Throne!"

The speech was full of emotion, using the wise man’s gift for tone.

The slaves listened quietly and held their breath.

The iron mountain slowly cooled down and the outline of an iron chair was formed.

Aemon rode his red dragon out of the forecourt, walked towards the oppressed slaves, and shouted with true emotion: "My father failed to truly liberate Meereen. From now on, I will rule here and completely crush the evil of slavery!"

All slave owners deserve to die, no one is born to be a slave.

My father once said that Slave Bay is not impossible to rule, but its remote location makes it difficult to manage.

Then, it will be up to him to complete the great cause that his father has not completed.

"I declare, no more slaves!"

With blazing eyes, Aemon rode his dragon into the slaves, trying to awaken their rebellious spirit: "Who wants to be free?"

"I!!"

"..."

The slaves roared like thunder and surrounded the majestic red dragon in a circle.

Aemon raised his arm high and brought it down heavily.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sounds of sharp weapons breaking through bodies were heard one after another.

The slaves in charge of guarding picked up the spikes and stabbed them through the chests of the slave owners who were kneeling in front of them, killing those who had enslaved them one by one.

There were men, women and men, and even a gray-haired old thief.

Except for the children without wheels, all members of the slave owner's family would be massacred.

Among them was a young man with silver-blonde hair and a group of female slaves in revealing clothes.

They are the remnants of Diane Liga, and they must be eradicated.

"hero!"

"You are our hero..."

The slaves saw this and looked enthusiastically at the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back.

They don't understand what the Dragon King Family is.

He saw the silver-haired boy dressed as a slave, heard the proclamation of the liberation of slaves, and witnessed the great feat of killing the great master.

The slaves cheered, removed the shackles that had long been useless, and threw them high into the air above their heads.

The shackles that don't just bind your hands and feet are actually spiritual shackles.

At least at this moment, they were willing to believe the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back.

Aemon breathed slightly, showing no fear of the slaves who surrounded him.

He had experienced too much slavery and understood the psychology of the enslaved.

"The King of Meereen!"

"Your Majesty of Slaver's Bay..."

The slaves surrounded the red dragon five meters away, cheering excitedly.

They have long awaited a ruler who can break the shackles. The last king to hold the Iron Throne was a king who failed to maintain his rule.

Finally, there was a second shackle breaker.

Aemon took a deep breath and accepted the title given to him by the slaves.

Since we are going to liberate Slave Bay, we will have to stay here for the rest of our lives.

He also has an iron chair of his own.

Boom boom boom!
The Unsullied army had solemn expressions as they followed the slaves in banging their spears and round shields to express their loyalty.

Many Unsullied have been freed to fight for their freedom under the Iron Throne.

Those predecessors could do it, there is no reason why they can't.

Aemon looked around, analyzing the situation in Meereen in his mind.

He already has a strategy for governing.

Imitating the free trade city-states such as Myr and following the hierarchy of identity cards, it quickly stabilized the turmoil in Meereen and even the Slaver's Bay.

Vigorously develop maritime transportation and trade with the free trade cities in the East and the West, Quarth, Asshai and other places.

The name of Slave Bay must also be changed. It cannot continue to use a painful name.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, another sharp dragon roar came from afar.

Aemon was startled when he heard the voice and suddenly turned around to look.

boom!
I saw clouds floating in the sky, passing through a hint of silver-gray.

Aemon was lost in thought, his eyes following the silver-gray color silently.

His body froze, tears welling up in his eyes for no apparent reason.

"Hiss!"

The silver-grey color dived down from the clouds and soared over Meereen, circling around the huge harpy statue on the top of the Great Pyramid.

A younger boy with silver hair rode on the dragon's back, looking down at the situation below.

The Unsullied, slaves, red dragons...

The sapphire-like eyes saw the red dragon, and then the figure stuck to the dragon's back suddenly widened and could no longer move away.

"Land, Slax!"

Maika leaned forward and slapped the dragon's back quickly.

"Hiss!"

Thrax let out a sharp scream, and his figure floated down like a willow, landing in front of the red dragon.

"what!!"

The slaves were horrified and scattered in all directions.

boom!
Thrax landed on the ground, its silver-gray scales reflecting brilliant colors in the sunlight.

Meka's pupils trembled slightly, and he turned over and slid down the dragon's back as quickly as possible.

And Aemon was faster than him.

"Hiss!!"

The red dragon stared at the silver-gray dragon with cold and hostile pupils.

The driver had already jumped off the dragon's back and ran to the open space between the two giant dragons.

Looking at the familiar silver-gray dragon and the boy with short platinum hair in front of me, I felt as excited as if I was jumping down from the sky riding a dragon.

His pupils trembled slightly, and the words stuck in his throat when he opened his mouth.

"Aemon."

Meka took a step forward, eyes full of disbelief.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a gust of wind blew towards him.

Aemon's vision suddenly blurred, and he ran up with his arms open.

"Aemon."

Maika called out again, meeting him without hesitation.

next second.

The two brothers ran over a long distance of more than ten meters and hugged each other tightly.

No one expected to see each other in Slave Bay.

However, when they saw each other, their emotions erupted like a volcano and could not be suppressed.

“Meka…”

Aemon hugged his brother tightly, resting his chin on his soft shoulders, fearing that he would disappear in the next second.

His voice was choked with sobs and his face was completely wet with tears.

It’s been half a year, a full half a year!
He finally saw his family, a brother of his own blood.

Meika silently closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around the other person, and returned the most sincere hug.

The two brothers stopped talking, everything was in a scorching heat.

After a long while, they finally separated, feeling a little awkward.

Aemon sniffed and hid his embarrassment with a smile: "Maekar, why are you in Meereen?"

The two brothers once had the worst relationship, and he was the excluded one.

Seeing you again now, it feels like a lifetime ago.

"I heard there were dragons in Meereen, so I came here."

Meka wiped his eyes and smiled: "I knew that a nasty guy like you wouldn't die easily."

As he spoke, he glanced at the red dragon behind Aemon.

"Even the dragons have been tamed again. It seems that the shadow of the fall of the Trickster has been overcome."

Fortunately, the dragon did not fall into the hands of others.

Yimon's face turned red and he apologized earnestly: "It's all in the past. If I knew what would happen, I would never do that."

"I've said it's all in the past."

Meka hugged him again and whispered, "When mom and dad heard about your accident, it felt like the sky had fallen, you bastard."

Why didn't he go back earlier and let everyone think he was dead.

Yimon returned the hug and said with deep emotion: "I want to go back, but..."

When the words came to his lips, rationality overwhelmed emotion and he changed the words: "But it was not until now that I completely extricated myself."

"So, you're doing well?"

Meka's eyes flickered, and his little hands groped the other's back.

The beginning was rough and uneven, and the mottled scars could be felt even through the rough linen clothes.

Meka didn't expose her, but just held her tightly.

From a perspective that Imon couldn't see, a hint of regret flashed across his big sapphire eyes.

……

The Great Pyramid.

Rumbling--

The bronze statue of the harpy on top of the tower fell to the ground with a loud bang, cracking a large area of ​​the ground.

The young and strong men, no longer slaves, pulled the ropes, cut the bronze statue into pieces, and pulled it away in batches on logs.

Soon, a cluster of flames began to burn.

The palace inside the tower.

"What are you going to do next, go back to Westeros?"

The brothers sat at the dining table and Meka took the initiative to ask.

He was sent to Volantis by his father to assist his uncle Daeron in developing the Golden Fields and to monitor the developments in the Slave Bay.

Now that the Golden Wilds have been almost fully developed, Meereen has officially changed hands.

Maybe it's time to return to Westeros and share the pressure with my father and elder brother Baelon.

Yimon ate voraciously, thinking as he chewed: "Wait a minute, there is one thing I haven't taken back yet."

"Where?"

Meika's eyes narrowed, and he wanted to help get it back.

"at……"

Aemon paused for a moment, speaking halfway.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The bells of Meereen rang, and three quick and rapid peals signaled the coming of a powerful enemy.

The brothers' faces changed and they stood up and walked towards the window at the same time.

Standing on the balcony and looking out.

"Xuxu~~"

"..."

Outside the gate of Meereen, a large crowd of figures gathered, all of them were Dothraki cavalry.

At a glance, there are at least tens of thousands of people.

Aemon's eyes turned slightly cold as he stared at the tall figure riding a red-maned horse at the head of the group.

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

I can’t recall my previous impressions, but the memory of being captured is crystal clear.

In the other person's hand, he was holding a sword with a ruby ​​on the end.

At this moment, outside the city gate.

Oss Kaa's face was heavy. He held up the Valyrian steel sword that symbolized the King of the Iron Throne with both hands, and signaled the 100,000 troops to remain quiet.

He had befriended the King of the Iron Throne, assisted him in the conquest of Myr, and accepted gifts of gratitude from him.

He was later forced to pledge allegiance to Aemond One-Eye and captured Qohor twice.

Although time has passed, I still feel a lingering fear about the name Targaryen.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

A loud roar was heard from the sky. Two giant dragons, one red and one silver-gray, circled in the air, brewing dragon flames with a fierce look.

(End of this chapter)