Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 51 The enemy is only a matter of life and death!

A few days before the Atlantis Strait betrayal, in the outer city of Bandi Town.

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha!
Seven hundred Unsullied formed a neat column and entered from the outer gate of Bandi Town.

Inside the gate, several Myr officers and more than a hundred slave soldiers disarmed themselves and knelt on the ground with their heads bowed.

Behind them, thousands of slaves knelt on both sides of the main street.

Bang!

Wow!

Womacks landed heavily on top of the Bandi town wall, knocking off a lot of rubble from the buttresses.

The noise instantly caused a commotion and screams from the crowd below. Many slaves didn't even dare to look up, but lay on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Jacaerys, wearing dragon-patterned armor, jumped off Vermax and walked down the steps of the city wall.

Stone, Rudy, Coleman and others who had been waiting in advance immediately followed him.

Too much notoriety is a double-edged sword.

We harvested fewer entry points, but more towns surrendered without a fight.

Jacaerys had thought that he would have to work hard on this large granary island near Tyrosh, so he brought all the newly mined wildfire ointment with him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his fleet landed, he appeared from the sky riding a giant dragon.

White flags were raised in Bandi Town and the city gates were opened from the inside.

In a situation like this, there is naturally no need to burn the city with dragon flames. After all, this town will be your property in the future.

By asking a random Myr officer, Jacaerys found out the reason why the other side surrendered.

Now the entire property and food grains of Bandi town have been emptied by Maharaja Pachik.

As the route back to Myr was blocked, the remaining high-ranking military officers and wealthy businessmen basically fled to Tyrosh.

These officers and soldiers have no background or connections and were forced to stay by their superiors.

The remaining slaves were either old people or children, and were not of much value.

After hearing this, Jacaris felt a little bored.

The huge Bandi Island neither yields many entry points nor has any gold, silver, treasures, or food supplies.

He tilted his head and ordered preparations to be made for the trip to Tyroshi Island tomorrow, then headed towards the inner city.

That’s right, the town that Jacaerys wanted to attack this time was Tyrosh.

As the mastermind behind the assassination on Bloodstone Island, this debt has been owed for too long.

After two or three months of deliberate creation, the rift between Tyrosh, Lys and Myr has gradually come to the fore.

Although he didn't tell Stone and the other man everything yesterday, he already had a guess in his mind.

If you don't see the Bloodstone Fleet in the Strait of Atlantis later,

There is an 80 to 90 percent chance that Lys, Myr, and Volantis will take action against Tyrosh.

Eliminate the only winner in the kingdom of the three daughters,
Then use its territory and wealth as bargaining chips to form an alliance with Volantis, and then work together to deal with Jacaerys.

This is the best option for Lys and Myr if they want to survive the war.

Of course, they could also join forces with Jacaerys to deal with Volantis.

But considering his good reputation and his status as a foreigner from Westeros, the probability is very small.

"Kill!"

"Kill this demon!"

"Save the souls of your loved ones!"

The sudden shouting and screaming woke up Jacaris who was walking and thinking.

More than a hundred slaves suddenly stood up and took out various daggers and daggers, trying to break through the Unsullied's defense line and assassinate him.

Clang, clang!
The Unsullied who were carrying out the guard orders immediately placed their spears on their shields and then stabbed the slaves mercilessly.

Puff, puff!
The deadly spears were like poisonous snakes coming out of their holes. The seven or eight slaves in the front row were instantly pierced with bloody holes all over their bodies. They fell heavily to the ground screaming.
Womax on the city wall flapped his wings and glided, crashing straight into the group of assassinating slaves that were not far away.

Crack, crackle!

The huge dragon body of Womax easily crushed a dozen assassination slaves into meat paste.

But due to inertia, it finally rushed directly into the group of ordinary slaves who were shivering nearby.

With just one rise and fall, a top creature like a dragon could plow a bloody path through the crowd.

"Unsullied, stop attacking!"

Rudy, who received the order from Jacaerys, roared and stopped attacking after killing nearly twenty Unsullied who were assassinating slaves in a short period of time.

They stopped, but Womacks wouldn't stop.

For ordinary humans, a dragon is full of deadly weapons.

These assassin slaves are all old, weak and sick. How could they be a match for Womax?

Broken arms and limbs flew everywhere, and blood and flesh gradually covered the ground around the dragon.

Suddenly, a boy of eight or nine years old crawled out from under the crotch of the Unsullied who had stopped attacking.

He raised the dagger in his hand high and rushed towards Jakaris, shouting.

Snapped!
The boy's right hand holding the dagger was firmly grasped by Stone who stepped forward, and then he was lifted into the air with one hand.

The boy struggled in the air, yelling something in Low Valyrian.

"Korman, what is he talking about?"

Jacaris tilted his head and asked Coleman beside him.

Kouman hesitated for a moment and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, he has many disrespectful words to you.

Then the general meaning is that he wants to avenge his relatives who died in Lamo Town!"

Oh? The seeds of hatred that were released in Ramo Town have taken root and sprouted?

Jakaris looked at the assassin slaves who had almost been killed by Womax and suddenly felt a little surprised.

As Jacaerys and Coleman were talking, Stone's other hand snatched the dagger from the boy.

He looked carefully at the gray liquid on the surface of the dagger, frowned, and was about to take action to deal with the young assassin.

"Stone, stop it, let him go!"

Jakaris' voice came from behind.

Stone turned to look at his King in some astonishment, then opened his mouth to say something.

But he finally endured it and faithfully carried out the order.

Bang!
Stone threw the disarmed boy heavily into the open space in front and turned to walk to Jakaris' side.

The boy struggled to his feet, staring at Jakaris with eyes full of hatred and cursing loudly.

Ouch!
Click!

A tall black shadow suddenly rushed towards the boy, and the huge force made him disappear from the spot in an instant.

Stone turned around immediately when he heard the noise behind him, and saw an emerald dragon tail with exquisitely arranged dragon scales, like a work of art, appear behind him.

The boy was swept eight or nine meters away by the emerald dragon's tail and was now slowly falling from a wall.

Looking at his completely sunken chest, it was obvious that he was not going to survive.

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In Jakaris' eyes, enemies are not divided into men, women, young or old, only alive and dead!

He looked around at the other slaves who were almost lying on the ground and ordered, “Well, I changed my mind!
Rudy, Coleman, the two of you are responsible for loading all the slaves into the warship.

We sail to Tyrosh now!"

"As ordered!"

That afternoon, the fully loaded Bloodstone Island fleet sailed towards Tyroshi Island, which was less than two days' sail away!
(End of this chapter)