Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

Outside the city, on the main road.

The gleaming sun emblem of the family hung high on the banner, and the knights of House Martell marched in perfect unison on either side, majestically and powerfully marching toward the glorious King's Landing.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the way they've built this town into such a luxurious place is truly an eye-opener." The Dornish envoy greedily surveyed King's Landing.

The originally rugged roads were rebuilt, and several new gates were added to welcome guests, while the city walls were guarded by royal guards.

"Haven't you realized yet? This was prepared especially for us."

The Targaryen family's morale soared to unprecedented heights due to their resounding victory at the Battle of the Stepstones.

The only unfortunate thing is that not all the dukes and lords in the Seven Kingdoms are loyal to the Targaryens.

They preferred trading with free-trading city-states and enjoying the pleasures of wealth to the terrifying prospect of war.

"After so long of seeking peace, the Targaryen family, with their overwhelming advantage, suddenly agreed to meet with us. There must be something fishy about this."

"I advise you Dorne not to be too ostentatious, lest you bring trouble upon yourselves." The Kingdom of the Three Daughters takes this peace negotiation very seriously.

It should be noted that Tyrosi has been invaded by dragons, and the once prosperous town has been destroyed, with a large amount of wealth being looted.

Even the lowly slaves began to rebel, shouting "Long live the Dragon King!"

If the war continues, even the slaves of Mill and Pandos may be implicated.

"Hahaha, listen to how terrified you little bugs from beyond the sea are! You still have the nerve to laugh at us, Dorn?"

"So what if we were burned by dragons? We Dorne have been through that before, but we've also shot down a Targaryen dragon!"

During the time of Aegon the Conqueror, Queen Rhaenys's dragon Miracis was shot in the eye by Dorne.

Although it later triggered the Wrath of the Dragons, the glory of slaying the dragon still makes every Dornish man eager to try.

The envoy from the Kingdom of the Third Daughter did not respond further.

In his eyes, it was better to expect his own slaves to learn to perform clownish acts than to expect a group of barbarians to learn to think with their brains.

Before long, the group approached King's Landing.

The two envoys stepped down from their carriage, ready to shake hands with the representatives of King's Landing to make peace and show their respect for House Targaryen.

The Dornish messenger raised his head and ordered his maid to adjust the golden silk robe he was wearing.

He turned to the soldiers behind him and said, "Get to your best! Don't let the Targaryen family underestimate Dorne!"

"Roar—"

Just then, a dragon's roar echoed outside King's Landing.

In an instant, the dazzling sun disappeared, and a huge black steel dragon, as big as half a castle, appeared in the sky above them.

In a short time, he enveloped all the envoys from the Kingdom of the Three Daughters and Dorne.

"It's a dragon! The giant dragon is here!"

Hearing their shouts, the Glutton's deep green vertical pupils stared unbiasedly at the delegation below.

"Dragon Flame," Beller said slowly, riding on the dragon's back.

Upon hearing the command, the Glutton immediately opened its dragon mouth, and green dragon flames shot out from above the delegation.

"A giant dragon is coming! Get out of the way!"

The slave owners and the rich fled the carriage in a panic, like maggots scattering in all directions, desperately running towards the rocks where they could hide.

Although the Dornish men maintained their formation, their horses were startled and instantly collapsed from their weakness.

The Dornish messenger at the very front, though he escaped unscathed, was still violently struck by the horse behind him, falling face-first to the ground.

Having achieved his goal, Baylor controlled the glutton and flew away into the distance.

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

"Hold the formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two giant red dragons followed closely behind the glutton.

Melias was incredibly fast. Under Renis's control, he was the first to arrive above the delegation, mimicking the Glutton and spewing out red dragon flames.

Korakshu, being of an unruly nature, did not require any instructions from Damon and instead descended its flight altitude on its own, whizzing over the mission.

The hot wind that rose up knocked over the delegation's people and carriages one after another, creating a very messy scene.

Syracuse and Sea Smoke were quite mischievous; instead of showing off like the first three dragon riders, they flew over the delegation and roared.

Finally, the most powerful Targaryen dragon, Varghar, appeared. His size was comparable to that of a castle.

As the current rider, Lannar is not yet fully in control of Vaghar, and dares not act recklessly like Beller and the others.

After the current Targaryen dragons appeared one by one, Dorne and the members of the delegation from the Kingdom of the Three Daughters barely managed to stand up.

When had the messenger of Dorne ever suffered such humiliation?

He stood up, about to unleash a torrent of curses, when he was stopped by the envoy from the Third Daughter Kingdom.

At his prompting, the Dornish messenger finally saw Baelor, dressed in black, who had dismounted from the Glutton.

The Dornish envoy angrily shoved aside the envoy from the Kingdom of the Three Daughters, shouting furiously, "Prince Baelor, is this how your Targaryen family treats its guests?!"

"We came representing peace and goodwill, yet you rode dragons and wantonly harmed our delegation members!"

Baylor placed his hands on his lower abdomen, looking completely unreasonable. "Dragons are inherently ferocious, and it's not surprising that they sometimes act recklessly."

"Compared to these, the number of emissaries beheaded and the amount of plundering committed by Dorne throughout history seems to be no less than three digits, doesn't it?"

Baelor's meaning was clear: don't think that only you can do whatever you want; the Targaryens are also not bound by any rules.

The Dornish envoy, relying on the kingdom's past success in shooting down a dragon, not only completely misunderstood the situation but also disregarded Baelor's words.

Do you think all of us here are blind sheep?

"You're clearly trying to intimidate us so you can use this opportunity to blackmail us!"

After saying that, he proudly struck a confident pose.

"Really? You all think so too?"

No sooner had Beller finished speaking than the Glutton behind him poked its dragon head out from the side and let out a warning roar.

The other dragons also descended from the sky, surrounding the Kingdom of the Three Daughters and the Dorne delegation on the kingdom's main road.

The meaning is already self-evident.

"you!"

"Prince Beller is right. It was our delegation members who were too timid, and we apologize for making a fool of ourselves."

The envoy from the Kingdom of Women reacted the fastest, cooperating with the prince with great respect.

Because he knew in his heart that his purpose in coming here was to restore trade and allow his family to continue to enjoy inexhaustible wealth, not to come here to die.

Moreover, the memory of Tyrosi turning into ruins was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't want Mill and Pentos to become the second.

"The envoy from the Kingdom of Three Daughters understands this best."

"Now, you may enter King's Landing and discuss the truce agreement with the King."

The third daughter of the kingdom immediately bowed in gratitude, "Thank you for your kindness, Prince Baylor!"