Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Besides the local gods of Slaver's Bay, the red god Rahlo, whose fame had spread throughout the continent of Essos and reached as far as the ends of the world, was also present.

However, apart from the Pale Child, the native gods of Slaver's Bay, the Harpy and the Spear Lady, do not seem to be involved in the war between the gods of the two continents.

Daenerys, riding the white dragon Viserion, was the first to arrive in Astapor, as she had come not only to persuade the city-states of Slaver's Bay to resist R'hllor, but also to purchase some Unsullied soldiers.

The mistress of a distant western empire suddenly descended upon Astapo, and the city-state's self-proclaimed 'benevolent ruler' hurriedly came out to greet her.

Although the Valyrian Empire is thousands of miles away from Slaver's Bay, its prestige is at its zenith, and who doesn't know that the Valyrian Empire is now the world's hegemon?

Furthermore, they had just easily conquered Valantis, and their power was expanding wildly across the continent of Essos with an unstoppable momentum.

The dragon suddenly flew overhead. Although there was only one woman, the benevolent rulers of Astapor were still somewhat alarmed and ultimately had no choice but to brace themselves and come to greet it.

"His Majesty."

"Welcome to the great Astapo."

"Astapo was made of bricks and blood, and her people were made of bricks and blood."

After some discussion, a bald man wearing a yellow robe came out.

He glanced at the enormous dragon lying on the ground above, blotting out the sky, then steeled himself and stepped forward, bowed down, picked up the little empress's outstretched hand, gently touched it with the tip of his nose, and then spoke.

He was wearing a long, loose, and trailing cloth called a toka, the traditional garment of the Gugis city-state, which was worn by the wealthy. To wear it, one had to wrap it around the hips, under the armpits, and over the shoulders.

"May I ask what brings you to Astapo?"

Astapor is a city in Slaver's Bay, located at the mouth of the Worm River. It was a surviving Ghiz colony after Valyria destroyed the Ghiz Empire.

It was once conquered by the Valyrians and developed into a center of the slave trade. Now, the Giskari language has been largely forgotten by the people here, who speak a dialect of Valyrian.

Astapor has a world-renowned special commodity called the 'Unsullied', and Daenerys' first trip to Astapor was for the Unsullied.

However, when the benevolent ruler learned of the young queen's purpose, he visibly breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Of course!"

"Welcome to repurchase from the Unsullied; we all know they are the best warriors in the world."

Viserys once sent Illyrio with a fleet of ships, carrying a vast amount of wealth plundered from the wealthy merchants and governors of Pentos, to Astapor, where he took five thousand Unsullied soldiers with him.

These five thousand Unsullied soldiers became an important fighting force in the Targaryen family's ranks, directly laying the foundation for Viserys' rise to power.

Even now, the Unsullied Legion is a separate and independent army within the Imperial Legion system. They are dedicated to serving as the royal guard, protecting the royal palaces and the safety of royal family members throughout the country.

The Unsullied Legion's glorious achievements in the Valyrian Empire also served as a powerful advertisement for Astapor, resulting in a surge of customers from all over the world for Astapor's benevolent rulers.

"His Majesty."

"please!"

Then the benevolent ones led the way, guiding Daenerys toward the city.

The most prominent building in this bay city-state is the Step Pyramid, with various pyramids scattered throughout the city, the tallest reaching four hundred feet.

The Astapo people also planted all sorts of trees, vines, and flowers on the pyramids, and at dusk, the Good Lords would light up silk lanterns of various colors.

Yachts cruise on the Worm River, where all the streets are made of red brick, and there are pyramids, acrobatic arenas dug deep into the ground with seats that gradually descend in circles, sulfurous fountains, dark taverns, and ancient walls surrounding the city.

The air was filled with fine red dust, which danced along the drains when a breeze blew by.

Pride Square.

This is an open market where slave owners bring their customers to view their slaves. In the center of the square is a red brick fountain with a bronze statue of an Astapo harpy on top.

“The Unsullied have been standing here for a day. They neither eat nor drink, but they will never fall or resist.”

"That's what compliance is."

The benevolent figures accompanied the young Queen Daenerys, constantly introducing her to the world.

The Valyrian woman, with her long, silver-gold hair braided, was alone in a foreign city-state, yet she showed no fear.

She wore a magnificent black velvet robe, and her exquisite face exuded nobility and majesty, making the benevolent lords of Astapo bow down in submission.

How many are there in total?

Then Daenerys looked at the densely packed Unsullied soldiers before her, raised her delicate chin slightly, and spoke in a calm and composed voice.

"Eight thousand men, Your Majesty."

The bald, benevolent man in the yellow toka robe quickly spoke up.

"I want them all."

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"You...you want them all?"

However, Daenerys's words left all the Astapor benefactors present looking at each other in bewilderment. This was clearly a big deal, but there was never a precedent in Astapor history of selling off all the Unsullied.

Because that would put Astapo himself in a dangerous situation.

Although they still have many untrained Unsullied soldiers who are not as powerful as the real Unsullied, it is still a very risky undertaking.

"how?"

However, the silver-haired woman, dressed in a black velvet robe, glanced at all the benefactors present with her pale purple eyes and calmly asked in return.

"You think I can't afford it?"

Unlike in the original timeline where she came to Astapor alone to purchase the Unsullied, Daenerys now exudes the powerful aura of the Valyrian Empire's mistress, causing even these ruthless and benevolent rulers of Astapor to tremble with fear.

The only way to instill fear in these people is to be stronger than them.

Daenerys retorted, and the benefactors felt a chill run down their spines. In the end, it was the bald benefactor in the yellow toka robe who stepped forward and spoke.

"Of course not, Your Majesty."

"From the land of sunset to the mountains of dawn, Valyria's wealth and power are known to all."

"If you want to buy them all, that's no problem, but..."

The bald benefactor shook his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopped. On the other side, a fat benefactor with a greasy, forked red and black beard spoke up.

“But Astapo still needs these loyal warriors to guard the city, Your Majesty.”

“We cannot sell all the Unsullied.”

The obese Astapor benevolent ruler looked at Daenerys and spoke.

He glanced up and down at Daenerys's perfect figure and beautiful face, a hidden desire in his eyes, but he dared not show it too much.

"We can provide a maximum of five thousand Unsullied."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing the benevolent master speak, Daenerys turned her gaze to him, her pale purple eyes narrowing slightly.

"Five thousand?"

The benevolent beings were somewhat nervous, but to their surprise, Daenerys then nodded and spoke.

"can."

"Your Majesty, may I ask what method of payment you would like to use?"

Upon hearing that Daenerys had agreed to the deal, the bald, yellow-clad benefactor breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously inquired.

Since Daenerys only brought one dragon with her and had no other possessions, they had no idea what the Empress of the Empire intended to use to buy the five thousand Unsullied.

"I recently conquered Valantis, as you all know."

“My fleet is still on its way, and within two months, countless treasures will be delivered to Astapo.”

However, as Daenerys looked at these benevolent rulers of Astapor before her, a deep-seated loathing flickered in her eyes.

She had heard about the training of the Unsullied before, but just now, the other party showed her in Pride Square how the Unsullied are trained.

They use a cruel, bloody, and even inhumane method, and boast about how brave the soldiers trained in this way will be.

From that moment on, Daenerys felt a sense of disgust.

She wanted to kill all these inhuman demons who only knew how to enslave and exploit the lower classes, even devouring them alive and wantonly depriving and killing them, and nail them to the roadside as signposts.

And Daenerys in the original Trails series did just that; she acted on her whims and rage, freeing the slaves and killing all the benevolent masters.

Daenerys might have made the same choice in the past, but now, with age, experience, and status, she would no longer choose that path.

Although she desperately wanted to kill them, she wouldn't show it openly, nor would she kill them now; instead, she would wait for a more opportune moment.

At least not now.

Daenerys's words clearly implied that she was going to buy on credit. The benevolent rulers of Astapor exchanged bewildered glances. Astapor had always been adamant about not allowing credit, but considering the other party's status... it seemed unlikely that such a person would default on their debts.

Therefore, after these benefactors whispered amongst themselves, the bald benefactor wearing a yellow toka robe finally spoke with a wry smile.

"In that case, Your Majesty."

"They are yours now."

The bald, benevolent man took out a golden harpy baton, raised it high, and shouted in Valyrian, a language heavily influenced by the local dialect.

Then, from the vast, dark mass of the Unsullied army below, five thousand men broke away from the formation and formed a separate square. They stood under the blazing sun, holding round shields and spears, their expressions cold and meticulous.

The benevolent ruler then pointed at Daenerys, said a few words, and then handed the harpy baton in his hand to Daenerys.

“Your Majesty, this is a ‘whip.’ Whips are used to lash lowly slaves.”

“You are the one who wields the ‘whip,’ so you can use it to drive your Unsullied soldiers.”

"But please remember not to lose it."

"Because the Unsullied soldiers only recognize the whip, not the master; the one with the whip is their master."

The bald, benevolent ruler handed the baton to Daenerys and began to explain earnestly, his words filled with reverence for Daenerys, yet also with disdain for the slaves.

Life is a commodity to them.

"Ah."

The woman, dressed in a black velvet brocade robe and with her long silver-gold hair braided, nodded. She held the heavy baton in her hand, weighed it in her hand, and then raised it high.

"The Immaculate One!"

Daenerys's voice wasn't loud, but it carried far.