Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 206 The Promise of Freedom

After Jalal left, Gavin looked at Missandei again and ordered, "Go and count the property in those pyramids and the supplies in the city."

Missandei was still immersed in the terrifying atmosphere brought by the dragon flame and had not yet fully recovered. When she heard Gavin's words, she was shocked at first and became nervous involuntarily.

She said hurriedly: "Master. No. Your Majesty, am I alone? Those Unsullied will not listen to me." Her voice was trembling and nervous.

Gavin smiled, handed the Harpy Whip in his hand to the Blood Dragon Guard beside him, and said slowly: "These six Blood Dragon Guards will stay by your side to protect you. They will carry the whips while you command the Unsullied. After all the property is counted, seal it up and wait for me to deal with it when I come back."

Missandei couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this. She looked at Gavin and asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, are you leaving?"

Gavin nodded slightly and said, "I'm going to go to the Worm River to check the situation. You take care of this matter, and I'll give you freedom when I come back."

Hearing Gavin's promise, Missandei's eyes flashed with surprise. This was something she had never thought of. Freedom was so precious and yet so out of reach for her.

She hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I will definitely get this done." Although there was still some nervousness in her voice, there was more excitement. She knew this was her chance to change her destiny.

Gavin nodded slightly, then turned around and jumped onto the dragon's back.

Chiying felt Gavin's order and let out a roar of excitement.

Its huge wings slowly spread out, and every scale gleamed with a metallic luster under the sunlight.

As its wings spread, a strong airflow surged from under its body, blowing Missandei so hard that she almost couldn't stand.

The Blazing Shadow flapped its wings hard, and in an instant, a strong wind blew up. It pushed the ground with its feet, and its entire huge body slowly left the ground. As its wings continued to flap, it rose faster and faster, and the dust on the ground was swept up, forming small whirlwinds.

When the people of Astapor saw the giant dragon flying in the air again, the fear in their hearts was ignited again. The women covered their children's ears tightly, trying to block out the deafening dragon's roar. The people in the houses also closed the doors and windows, hiding in the corners, trembling with their bodies, their eyes full of despair and fear.

The Blazing Shadow circled in the air, its huge figure blocking out the sunlight and casting a huge shadow on the entire city of Astapor.

Then, it flew in the direction of the Worm River and soon disappeared from people's sight.

At this time, on the east bank of the Worm River, a battle was unfolding. The shouts of both sides were earth-shaking, as if they were going to tear the entire sky apart.

The rebels were like surging waves, constantly attacking the defense lines of the suppressing army. Successive victories boosted their morale. The eyes of the rebel soldiers were burning with the desire for freedom and anger against oppression. Even though they were wearing simple armor and some were even wearing only tattered cloth, they still raised their weapons and continuously attacked the enemy's defense lines.

On the other hand, the slave soldiers of the rebellion suppression army were defeated by the rebels in front of Linhe Town. When they learned that the wooden bridge had been demolished, their morale was low and their army was scattered. They were forced to retreat to the Worm River and were surrounded by the rebels on three sides.

However, they were soldiers who had received formal training after all, and after losing their retreat, the rebels burst out with superb combat power in desperation.

They held their spears and shields tightly in their hands, forming solid lines of defense and stubbornly resisting the attacks of the rebels.

The commander of the rebel forces, Morizdan, stood on a high ground, his face full of irritation and anxiety.

He had never thought that these slave riots would be so large in scale, and being defeated by these lowly slaves made him feel humiliated. He looked at the chaotic situation on the battlefield, and his heart was filled with despair.

He knew that his army was in a desperate situation, but he still held out a glimmer of hope. This place was not far from Astapor. Yesterday he sent many messengers to Astapor for help. As long as he could hold on until the Unsullied arrived, he would have hope of winning.

"Damned slaves, when the Unsullied come, I will make you live a life worse than death!" Morizdan roared angrily.

His eyes were fixed on the battlefield, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, and he kept sending out messengers to direct the battle.

In the rear of the rebel army, Kyle was commanding the battle with confidence. He knew that the rebel army was in a desperate situation. As long as he continued to increase the pressure on them, the enemy's slave soldiers might mutiny tonight, or even turn against their side in the battle, just like when he captured Linhe Town.

Seeing that one of the rebel forces in front of him was exhausted from attacking, he immediately ordered another one to step forward and replace the other side.

Suddenly, a deafening roar exploded over the battlefield like thunder.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The soldiers who were fighting stopped their actions at the same time and looked up at the sky in horror.

I saw the suffocatingly huge body of Chiying suddenly appear above the battlefield and kept circling.

The soldiers on both sides opened their eyes wide, staring blankly at the huge figure in the sky that blocked out the sun.

"What is that?" a young soldier asked in a trembling voice. The weapon he had been holding tightly in his hand was now a little unsteady.

The old soldier next to him was also shocked. He swallowed and said with difficulty: "This looks like a dragon. I have only heard of dragons in legends, but I didn't expect to see one today. What is going on? Is this a punishment from the gods?"

"Look, there is someone on the dragon's back. This dragon has a knight." A cry of fear instantly burst out from a soldier's mouth, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing thousands of waves.

Then, the cry spread like a plague.

Shouts rang out one after another, and the entire battlefield fell into chaos.

Countless soldiers laid down their weapons, knelt on the ground and prayed for the protection of the gods.

“God, save us!”

Kyle stared blankly at the blazing shadow in the sky, his face turning extremely ugly. He had already seen someone on the dragon's back, and was worried that this was the external aid invited by those benevolent lords. Facing such a huge creature, he couldn't muster the courage to fight.

Morizdan looked ashen, he looked at the dragon in the sky in despair, his heart filled with fear and helplessness. His knowledge far exceeded anyone present, he knew clearly who the dragon's master was, the good masters had just offended him not long ago, now the purpose of the dragon's appearance here was self-evident, he no longer had any hope.

In front of this giant dragon, he, who is as noble as the Lord of Mercy, is as small as an ant.

(End of this chapter)