Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Beller turned to look at them; the cowardice in the eyes of every slave had faded, replaced by joy and longing.

Each of them carried a human head, a weapon, ancient books collected from who-knows-where, and a map.

They all knelt before the prince, hoping that the great dragon king would take them away with him.

Looking at the slaves whose eyes were filled with longing, Baylor knew he had achieved his goal and proclaimed loudly, "Freedom requires your own effort and struggle!"

"There are no slaves in Westeros, nor are slaves permitted. If you wish to follow me, go to the ports and find any ships that haven't been burned!"

Having said that, he turned and mounted the Glutton, flying towards the eastern continent of Westeros.

"Long live the Dragon King!"

The slaves were moved to tears and rushed into the sea, swimming toward the intact merchant ship.

Hearing the slaves' cries, Rhaenys' eyes were filled with relief for Baylor.

At such a young age, he has such a skillful grasp of people's hearts.

When he grows up, he will surely become a wise ruler in the Targaryen family, no less than Aegon the Conqueror and Jaehaerys the Elder.

Baylor didn't think that much; he just wanted to use these slaves to kill all the slave owners and rich people in Tyrosi.

As for the freedom they desire, since this group of people has such ambition, Baylor is willing to give them that opportunity.

The dragon flew away from the port.

Looking back, the once prosperous Tyrosi has become a ruin without rich people, slave owners, or even its treasury, which has been looted clean.

Five dragons could turn a prosperous city-state into the worst among free trade city-states in just half a day of air raids.

It's hard to imagine what a prosperous and magnificent place Ancient Valyria must have been, with its thousands of dragons.

Of course, more than these distant dreams and explorations, Beller was gratified that after this battle, Tyrosi would not be able to recover its former strength without ten years of rebuilding.

This warning dealt a heavy blow to the Kingdom of the Three Daughters, and also gave Prince enough time to grow.

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Nighttime, the Stone Steps Islands.

When they saw that Baylor had not only returned unharmed but also with countless treasures, Corliss and Weymond almost couldn't keep their expressions in check.

Weymond even joked, "Five dragons went there and came back so late, did you guys rob Tyros's vault?"

"Correct answer, Lord Wei Mengde. It's a pity there's no reward."

Beller removed the bags one by one from the dragon's back. They were so heavy that when they were placed on the ground, a "thud" could be heard, which showed just how many dragon coins were in each bag.

"Father, Uncle, this was all my cousin's idea!"

"In just half a day, we turned Tyrosi into ruins, killed slave owners and rich people, and freed many slaves!"

Lannino adored his cousin.

Not only can you kill enemies to your heart's content, but you can also get so many dragon coins for free.

He now understood why those thieves were unwilling to learn a trade, even if they were locked up or had their fingers chopped off.

"All of them? You robbed Tyros's entire vault?"

At this moment, the sea serpent's expressions were as varied and unpredictable as a circus performance in King's Landing.

Lannino, thinking the sea serpent was praising him, boasted like a child, "How about it, Father? Aren't we amazing?"

The sea serpent immediately turned hostile, "Nonsense!"

"You have robbed the treasury of Tyroth. The Kingdom of Daughters and the Dornish will likely retaliate immediately, and the Free City-States will certainly not stand idly by."

"We will definitely send an envoy to the king to demand an explanation!"

Baylor snorted coldly, showing no fear, "Then let them come."

"If we repeat what happened to Tyrosh a few times, I refuse to believe those rich people and slave owners would dare to interrogate the Targaryen family like this!"

The Targaryens possess dragons and fear no external enemy, let alone any threat!

"Prince, you cannot drag the entire kingdom into flames for your own selfish reasons," Corliss kindly advised.

The Valerian family suffered relatively few losses this time, but if they were to confront the Kingdom of the Third Daughter and Dorne head-on, they would still have to pay a heavy price.

With the war finally over, Corliss naturally didn't want to drag the Valerian family into it.

Baelor stared coldly at the sea serpent. "Lord Corliss, the Valerian family is a vassal of the Targaryen family."

"Your master is under attack by a foreign enemy, and instead of thinking about how to repel them, you're forcing us to bow down and submit to them?"

At this point, he drew the dragon horn dagger from his waist and held the back of the blade to the sea serpent's face.

"Or are you trying to preserve the core of the Valerian family so that one day you can sit on the Iron Throne yourself?"

"Prince Bellor, watch your words!"

"My family, the Valerian, has been loyal to the Targaryens for generations, and we have never had such thoughts!" Corliss retorted angrily.

"Lord Corliss, am I wrong, my good nephew? If you are truly loyal to House Targaryen, shouldn't you choose to support us?"

Damon also drew his Dark Sisters, staring at the sea serpent with a forced smile.

He had long disliked these Valerian people whose veins flowed with salt and the sea.

He could disregard the majesty of the royal family simply because he possessed the most powerful navy in Westeros and a three-headed dragon.

"Alright! Corliss has indeed sacrificed a great deal for this battle, which is evident to everyone."

"Instead of arguing here, we should hurry back and report the situation to prevent the Kingdom of the Three Daughters and Dorne from gaining the upper hand."

Renis knew what her husband was thinking.

It is also understood that Baylor and Damon had long harbored the idea of ​​weakening the Valerian family, which is why they deliberately used dragonfire to burn their allies to death during the Battle of the Steppes.

As the middleman, Rhaenys couldn't possibly take sides; she could only do her best to maintain peace between the two sides and avoid internal conflicts.

"Mother is right!"

"Father, we must return to King's Landing first so that the King can know about Tyrossi's situation as soon as possible."

Lana was equally perceptive. She understood just how vast the psychological difference was between knowing something beforehand and knowing it afterward.

Lannino then spoke up, "Yes, yes, everyone, stop arguing! We finally won a victory; it's time to celebrate!"

Baylor chuckled as he sheathed the dragon horn dagger, placing his hands on his lower abdomen. "Cousin, you've misunderstood. Uncle Damon and I are very happy. We've looted so many gold dragon coins and all sorts of treasures; we can't possibly spend them all."

"I was just kindly advising Lord Sea Serpent to observe the situation and know who truly rules this continent."

The Glutton stood behind Baylor, a black dragon head emerging from Baylor's side, its snout slightly open as it let out a warning roar.

Looking at the glutton in front of it, the sea serpent took a deep breath in tension, and couldn't help but recall the first day it arrived at Tidehead Island, when it easily shook off Vaghar and suppressed the fastest dragon, Melias.

That day was the most devastating day for the sea serpent.