Game of Thrones: Dance of the Dragons

"What utter nonsense are you spouting?!"

"The Targaryen family has announced that they are going to attack Myre. Myre, do you understand?!"

"How could they possibly have come to Ries!"

The leading merchants were completely thrown into chaos. They couldn't believe that the Targaryen family, which was always the most trustworthy, was acting out of line.

The governor remained calm; instead of questioning the reason, he quickly ran to the window.

Under the cover of night, several eyes, like bright lights, could be seen in the sky not far away, surrounding the city of Ries.

Among them, the giant dragon, with a body as black as steel and deep green eyes, flew above the Temple of Trade, its roar intimidating every rich man, slave owner, and governor hiding inside.

Immediately following behind was a colossal, deep green dragon, large enough to cover half of the city of Lis and with gaps in its wings.

A giant dragon, crimson in color, with a long, slender body, resembling a python, followed behind.

A giant dragon with a deep blue body, deliberately spewing deep blue flames in the sky, then carrying its rider through the flames, with an extremely flamboyant personality.

They followed behind Vaghar, one after the other, and soon joined up with the gluttons at the front.

Four giant dragons roared as they soared through the sky, looking down at the humans in the Temple of Trade.

This is not just a joke, but more of an undisguised mockery.

Of course, the most mischievous were Syracuse and Yangyan. Syracuse landed directly on the top of the Trade Temple, looking down at the fleeing humans.

Sunfire, the most unruly of the dragons, was driven by Aegon to block the exit of the Temple of Trade. Anyone who dared to come out would perish in the dragon's flames.

"You cowards, come out here! Come out here!"

Aegon sat arrogantly on his dragon saddle, directing Sunfire to feign an attack on the wealthy merchants in the castle.

"It's a dragon, a Targaryen dragon!"

"We can't escape. We'll die in the Temple of Trade, just like the heartless Harren!"

"No, please don't do this, Dragon King! I'm willing to offer all my wealth, just to spare my life!"

The rich and slave owners knelt before the windows and doorways, kowtowing to the dragon again and again; some even fainted on the spot.

"Baelor, come quickly and see the slave owners. They are kowtowing to you, begging you to spare their lives."

Aegon took the flask from his waist and watched the Reese's joke with unimpressive amusement.

He had thought war was extremely cruel, a hell where he would have to be extremely careful to survive.

Looking back now, all those demons and monsters, all those little gestures, all that cruelty of war—they're nothing compared to the dragons of House Targaryen!

With a single burst of dragon fire, even the Seven Gods would have to kneel before him!

Soon after, except for Vaghar, who was too large to land, Glutton, Dreamfire, and Kolachu landed near the Temple of Trade one after another.

"Aegon, have them orderly leave the castle and come out to see me," Baelor said cautiously.

It's too dark now. If someone were to stab me in the neck with an arrow in the dark, it wouldn't just be a matter of being at a disadvantage, it would be considered stupid.

Aegon waved his hand, turned back to look at the slave owners still kneeling in front of the window, and yawned listlessly.

"Prince Baelor wants to see you. Get out here right now, and stop kneeling like maggots in the castle!"

Like master, dragons follow their master. Aegon was arrogant and domineering, and Yangyan's personality wasn't much better.

The demonstrators, mimicking their shouts and cries, frightened the slave owners so much that they dared not move.

"Aegon, get out of here and don't bring your dragons to cause trouble," Baelor said in Valyrian.

Is Aegon's head filled with nothing but alcohol?

Even at the point of persuading them to surrender, that bastard Aegon was still riding his dragon and showing off.

"Tch, fine, I'll go then. It's not that I'm afraid of you, it's just that I'm more obedient!" Egon muttered under his breath.

He had been afraid of his older brother, Baylor, since he was a child.

Not only did the other person act as a "strict father" during his childhood, but he would also hang him on the gate of the Red Fort for a whole day and night because of his naughtiness.

Furthermore, for Yangyan to fight against Gluttony is like Bellerion fighting against Silver in the past—it's a recipe for disaster.

After Aegon rode away on his dragon, the rich, slave owners, and governors of Rhys emerged from the castle one by one.

"Prince Baelor, we are willing to offer all our treasures and slaves, just please spare our lives!"

"That's right. If you're willing, we're even willing to go to Mil to purge those ungrateful slave owners and bring them under the rule of the Dragon King's family!"

In order to survive, these cunning slave owners and rich people hardly hesitated, just as they had said before: if they lost their money and slaves, they could earn them back later.

But if you lose your life, then you really lose everything!

Moreover, the Targaryen family has already completely occupied the Stepstone Islands and taken over the Kingdom of the Three Daughters; it's only a matter of time.

"I accept your surrender."

"Now, go open the doors of the Iron Vault of Ries and move all the gold and silver treasures here." Baylor did not choose to kill them.

A qualified ruler must consider not only liberating slaves and establishing his own prestige, but also how to keep the city running after it has fallen.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The surrendered slave owners and wealthy people knelt down to thank the prince for his kindness.

Subsequently, accompanied by Kolachu, the group headed to the Ris Iron Vault.

Now, only the governor of Reese remained stubborn, raising his head arrogantly and looking down at Baylor as if he were looking down on him.

"Hmph, enough nonsense!"

"You who break your promises, plunder others' wealth, and attack the Targaryens of Rhys without authorization—we, the Kalaril family, will never surrender to you!"

"You're overthinking it. I have no intention of letting you go alive."

Baylor laughed. From the beginning, the Karal family hadn't been on his release list; this guy was being far too presumptuous.

Karakas's stubbornness froze on his face, and he looked up at Baylor with an almost incredulous expression.

It's important to understand that the Calarir family served as governors of Rhys for six terms. Without their support and assistance, it would have been almost impossible for the Targaryen family to control Rhys.

"Dragon Flame".

The next instant, eerie green dragonfire engulfed Karakas, followed by excruciating pain and roars.

The dragon flames of the gluttons are quite special, not only in their color, but also in their punishment of people, which is a burning, excruciating torment from the inside out.

"Helena, go tell Uncle Damon, and also the rich businessmen and slave owners in Rhys."

"From this day forward, there will be no more Kalarils in Rhys, only Targaryens!"

"Okay, brother!"

Helena immediately rode Dreamfire to deliver the message to Damon on the other side.

The dragon's slaughter of the Kalaril family lasted for six hours, from midnight until dawn, before finally ceasing.

……

Inside the Temple of Trade, three men dressed in black robes, but bearing the emblem of the Lord of Light, respectfully approached Baylor.

"Great Prince Bellor, we have been summoned by the Lord of Light to welcome your return!"