Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"I know you are oppressed, chained by slave owners, and have lost your freedom!"

"I, Baelor of the Targaryen Dragonflight, command you to take up arms and kill all slave owners with whips, and all the rich who enslave you!"

After saying this, Baylor pulled a sword from the corpse of a nearby warrior and threw it in front of a young slave who was covered in wounds.

"Pick it up!"

Upon hearing the prince's order, the young slave dared not resist and hurriedly gripped the blood-stained sword tightly in his hand.

"Go, for your freedom, go and kill them!"

The young slave slowly turned around and saw his slave owner, who was whipping him not far away, still directing the slaves to move goods.

With a resolute heart, under the shocked gaze of all the slaves, he rushed over and, imitating the soldiers, beheaded the slave owner.

"I...I did it! I cut off the slave owner's head!"

The young slave raised his head high, excitedly showing off his achievements to everyone.

Once the first person started, the oppressed young slaves followed suit, pulling the swords that soldiers wore from the corpses of those soldiers nearby.

If you can't find it, just remove part of the armor and use it as a weapon.

"Reap what you sow, Tyrossi."

Beller rode the Glutton and flew to the inner city of Tyrosi to continue joining the ranks of destruction.

"Everyone, follow me! We'll catch up with the Dragon King and kill those slave owners and rich people!"

The slaves, armed, surged forward and followed the dragon into the town, beginning their first step in rebellion.

……

The dragons' revelry continued into the afternoon.

Under the bombardment of five giant dragons, the once magnificent town of Terosi was reduced to a complete ruin.

Everywhere were the corpses and heads of the rich and slave owners. The slaves gathered together and slaughtered anyone of higher status, regardless of age, gender, or gender.

Inside the town, several dragon riders gathered together, looking around at the dilapidated walls, having long since lost their sense of direction.

Now that we've come to Telos, we certainly won't miss the most valuable bank here.

I heard that the slave owners deposited all their money here so that their wealth could be preserved forever.

Damon brushed the dust away with one hand, unable to hold back his curses, "Damn it, those damned slaves of Tyrothy, how could they kill all the slave owners?"

The prince stepped forward, accompanied by an elderly slave. "Found it! Found it!"

"This old man used to be a translator for slave owners and knew the exact location of the bank."

The elderly slave knelt before Prince and the others, and respectfully said, "Great Dragon King, I know the exact location of the bank. Please follow me."

With that, he immediately got up and led Beller and the others to the wealthy area of ​​Tyrosi.

The slaves also occupied the area, and they tirelessly killed slave owners and the rich, but they tacitly chose to spare the women and children who were also slaves.

Upon seeing the prince arrive, they all laid down their weapons and knelt respectfully before him.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King!"

"You are now free, no longer the lowest of slaves, so you do not need to kneel before me," Baylor declared solemnly.

"Long live the Dragon King!"

"Thank you, Dragon King, thank you for saving us!"

The slaves were moved to tears and shouted in unison.

Seeing this scene, the four dragon riders, led by Damon, were stunned. They looked at each other, all wondering the same thing:

It's only been a few hours! What method did Baylor use to win over these slaves?

……

Inside the air-raid shelter in Telosi.

The rich, slave owners, women, and children huddled together, watching as their most prized gate was easily melted by the eerie green dragon flames.

Damon, holding the Dark Sisters, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the scene inside.

"Hahaha, we've struck gold!"

Before long, under Damon's threat, the slave owners were forced to open the vaults where their wealth was stored.

The moment it was opened, a burst of golden light appeared.

Golden dragon coins were neatly stacked in the corner, and dozens of treasure chests contained all kinds of jewelry, jewels and gold.

The vault was so luxurious that even the walls were made of gold.

"Seven layers of hell? Is Tyrothy that rich?"

Lannino had also observed his family's treasury, and even if it were doubled, it still couldn't compare to the wealth of the Tyrosian rich.

"In that light, the wealth of Ries and Mill will be even more unimaginable."

Tyroxi's main industries were, after all, merely the vulgar trade in wine and women and the manufacture of equipment. In terms of wealth, it naturally could not compare with the other two city-states, which were primarily engaged in human trafficking and luxury goods such as perfumes.

Baylor glanced at it with satisfaction, then ordered the slaves to bring several large bags and carry away all the dragon coins, gold, and jewels.

In just a few minutes, all the treasure in the Tyrosh vault was stuffed into these dozen or so large bags by the slaves.

Meanwhile, the defenders of Telosi arrived from all directions, with a thousand archers and soldiers lying in ambush in the town, ready to launch surprise attacks and assassinations at any time.

"It's getting late, let's hurry."

Rhaenys looked at Melias circling and roaring in the sky. Her years of experience with him told her that this was a warning from the dragon.

"Most of the bags were placed on the back of Vaghar Dragon, and the remaining bags were placed on the backs of Glutton, Melias, and Corakshu."

The prince quickly made a decision and ordered the slaves to help carry it.

Lannar rode on Vaghar's back first, calming the dragon's irritable temper and allowing the slaves to successfully place the bags on the dragon's back.

Next came Melias and Corakhu, and finally the Glutton.

Haiyan is younger and is responsible for aerial patrols and attacks.

Soon, all the bags were placed on the backs of the dragons.

Outside the vault, the guards of Tyroth pressed closer, and some of the rebellious slaves had already been killed.

Baylor observed the situation outside and sneered, "A bunch of ignorant fools."

The Glutton roared and soared into the sky, its eerie green dragonfire attacking the concealed buildings.

"what!"

"Dragon! A dragon is coming! Run!"

In the blink of an eye, large areas of the surrounding buildings were burned by the dragon's flames.

Wherever the gluttons go, wails fill the air and nothing grows.

The Terosi Guards didn't even get to fire a single arrow before they perished in the dragon's flames.

Some people were lucky enough to escape, but the next second they were crushed into mincemeat by the collapsing building, or engulfed in flames, leaving them no choice but to commit suicide by drawing their swords.

The deaths of the garrison gave the slaves time to escape.

Shouting "Long live the Dragon King!", they followed Bellor's dragon and quickly approached the outskirts of Tyrosi.

……

When Baylor rode out in his Gluttony, Damon and the others had been waiting for quite some time.

Seeing that his nephew was safe and sound, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I thought you were infatuated with the prostitutes of Tyrosi and didn't want to come out."

They meant to care, but the words they said came out sounded different.

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up," Baylor retorted on the spot, then looked at Renis.

"Auntie, how are your things? Nothing's missing, right?"

"No, we'll go back as soon as you get back."

After Rhaenys finished speaking, she looked up and saw a group of slaves running out of the city of Tyrosi, carrying something in their hands, and kneeling behind Baylor.

"My Lord Dragon King, please take us with you!"