Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 190: Burning Slave Bay, Five Thousand Unsullied

The fifth day after the fall of New Gis.

The city is undergoing a major transformation.

Slavery was abolished, and all the shackles in the city were collected and melted into iron ingots.

A temporary parliamentary system was formed consisting of a priest, a doctor and a slave representative.

The remnants of the original defending "Iron Legion" were completely disbanded, and slave soldiers and young and middle-aged men were added to form cohesion between the civilian class and the slave class.

At this point, the new system has passed its embryonic stage.

-

Singis, port.

"Hurry up and load the stuff into the cabin."

"..."

The slaves were beaming with joy as they carried the slave owner's wealth onto the Dragon King's ship.

They are now called "Fair Men".

It means equal citizens with freedom and without oppression.

“Look how motivated they are.”

Aemon stood on the top of the city wall with his hands behind his back.

"It's all thanks to your majesty."

Grey Worm's face was serious.

Aemon glanced at him and chuckled, "It's not just me. A large part of the success is thanks to the Unsullied's careful execution."

Grey Worm was startled when he heard this.

After a while, a voice as soft as a mosquito murmured, "We are following your orders."

Come to think of it, he's not called Grey Worm today.

Because he didn't draw lots, he has been following the Dragon King to restore order in Xinjis.

However, since the Dragon King didn't ask, he didn't think about changing his next name.

That would make the Dragon King unable to call out his name.

"We should go."

Aemon said as he set off.

Grey Worm followed behind him and said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, if we leave, what will happen to New Ghis?"

He was very conflicted as to whether he should ask on his own initiative.

According to the custom of the good masters, he would be punished with from ten to fifty lashes.

Aemon is not a good master.

“New Ghis is the city-state of the Ghis people, not my city-state.”

Aemon had clear thoughts and gave a clear answer: "I will help them regain their freedom, and the remaining wealth, justice, and happiness are up to the Gis people to fight for themselves."

Grey Worm frowned slightly, trying to comprehend the wisdom in the words.

"Are you worried about the emergence of a new group of slave owners?"

Imon tilted his head, seeing his concern.

A trace of panic flashed in Grey Worm's eyes, and he immediately lowered his head.

When Yimon saw this, he smiled indifferently.

A common problem among the Unsullied is that they don't dare to express themselves.

In order to train the most powerful slave soldiers in the world, the Good Lord subjected the Unsullied children to a series of inhumane obedience tests.

It erodes personal will and leaves behind a body that only knows how to obey.

The abolition of slavery activities during these days deeply shocked Grey Worm, and at the same time, he was full of envy for the slaves who had gained freedom.

A little more talkative.

But no matter what is in my heart, I still dare not express it directly.

Fortunately, Aemon knew what to do and guided them to accept themselves.

“You can’t kill all the slave owners.”

Eamon said.

Grey Worm's heart sank, and his softened face tensed again.

Then, he heard a gentle voice saying:

"Similarly, warriors who yearn for freedom cannot be killed completely."

Grey Worm shuddered.

Aemon looked serious and expressed his personal opinion: "Slavery can be broken once. Even if it rises again, it will be broken a second time by opponents. Happiness is reserved for those who have the courage to pursue it."

Grey Worm raised his head and stared at the young Dragon King in a daze.

“Are you a courageous person?”

Aemon paused and asked, "Should I call you Grey Worm, or your original name?"

"Grey Worm!"

Gray Worm held his head high and stood straight.

"You don't want to revert to your original name?"

Aemon reminded: "Return to Astapor and you will become soldiers under my command."

"No need."

Grey Worm refused for the first time and said firmly, "I want to keep using this name because it is the name that allowed me to meet you. It is a lucky name."

"very good."

Aemon smiled.

Know how to say no and pursue luck.

This is the awakening of personal will.

The seeds have been planted, just waiting for the moment to blossom and bear fruit.

"Come on, it's time for us to leave."

Aemon looked pleased.

Grey Worm never left his side, his mind filled with the dream of being bought by the Dragon King and living a free and equal life.

……

That evening.

The fleet returned to the Worm River.

The good masters had been waiting for a long time and invited Imon and Lannino to row a boat together and enjoy the thousands of lights at night.

The large ship sailed into Astapor, with slaves carrying the seized money.

"You guys, follow me!"

A slave owner holding a whip ordered the five thousand Unsullied after they disembarked.

Five thousand Unsullied stood neatly in a square formation, looking like a black iron plate against the sunset glow.

Following the Whip Bearer's orders, they stationed themselves on the banks of the Worm River.

The purpose of the Unsullied is to only listen to the one holding the whip.

This whip is usually only in the hands of the good master who holds the Unsullied, and is occasionally given to trusted subordinates to exercise power on their behalf.

the other side.

Imon boarded the rowboat and was warmly received.

Ulton smiled broadly and flattered him: "Great Dragon King, you defeated the cunning New Ghis with one move."

"That's right, let them feel the wrath of the real dragon."

"Hahaha……"

Having solved a major problem, the benevolent leaders laughed wildly.

Aemon watched coldly, unmoved.

"Please come in, let us entertain you two in the most respectful way."

Ulton greeted quickly.

Iamon and Lannino sat on one side of the rowboat, with bright red gauze curtains behind them and colorful silk lanterns hanging on the top of the boat.

"By the way, prepare enough goats for the Dragon King's dragons."

Ulton suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead.

"Yes."

Diana returned to the Good Master and was ordered to disembark.

night sky.

The sea smoke swirled around the Worm River in circles, like a light silver cloud.

Womisoel landed on the banks of the Worm River and curled up lazily to take a nap.

After Diana got off the ship, a celebration banquet was officially held.

Ulton kept toasting and praising the greatness of the Dragon King.

They even quoted from classics and brought up the story that Aegon the Conqueror helped the yet-to-be-formed Three Women's Kingdom repel the invasion of Volantis during the Age of Blood.

Aemon scoffed at this.

"Come, come, fill the Dragon King's glass with the best wine."

Urton didn't mind being treated coldly.

The scantily clad slave girl knelt beside Aemon and the other man, picking up the bottle and pouring wine.

Lanino glanced.

Dorne's Summer Red, a famous and expensive liquor.

He ignored the seductively dancing slave girl in the boat and picked up the wine glass to take a sip.

Aemon put his hand on his wrist and held it down.

"Cousin?"

Lannino was stunned when he saw this.

Aemon shook his head.

As the saying goes, when the birds are all gone, the good bows are put away.

He couldn't guarantee that the benefactors hadn't tampered with the food and drink.

Lannino's eyes rolled and he quickly understood.

He put down his wine glass obediently and looked at the boat full of kind people with caution.

There weren't many of them, just five.

"Lord Aemon, I guarantee with my life that I have no ill will towards you."

Urton swore solemnly.

"No need. It's your turn to fulfill your promise."

Aemon was staring at him.

The atmosphere suddenly became cold.

Ulton's face darkened, and he said, "Tomorrow morning, you can take away five thousand Unsullied."

"I will command the whip of the Unsullied now."

Aemon held out his hand for it.

"The whip is not in my hand for the moment."

Urton argued: "When the whip comes back, I will give it to you in public."

"You can unload the cargo on the ship."

Aemon's eyes became increasingly dangerous.

"This……"

Urton was speechless.

boom!
A small sailboat approaches and Diana takes two slave soldiers aboard.

"what's the situation!?"

Ulton shouted angrily at the top of his voice.

"The dragons of the Dragon Kings have been fed by the shepherds."

Diana reported in a low voice.

"Is everything resolved?"

Urton was worried.

Diana winked secretly and agreed, "Yes."

Suddenly, Ulton's expression relaxed, and his whole body relaxed.

"Come here and pour wine for the Dragon King."

He waved his hand and gave Diana an order as if to shoo away a fly.

Everything is ready, there is no need for a slave girl who has been shared with others.

Diana said nothing and knelt down beside Aemon's table.

"Is the dragon fed?"

Aemon asked.

Diana nodded and picked up the glass to pour the wine.

His hand shook and the wine spilled on the table, and he quickly reached out to wipe it.

Aemon looked down and saw some small words written on the other person's palm.

[Go quickly, or else the good man will regret it]

Imon was immediately delighted.

At this time, Urton saw the clumsy Diana and scolded: "Useless bitch, you can't even drink steadily, you should be sold to Rees' brothel and trained well." Diana's face turned pale.

He glanced sideways quietly, his eyes full of hints.

She knew the kind of person the good Lord was.

In contrast, the Dragon King did not kill slaves and civilians, liberated the slaves of New Ghis, and created a new order for New Ghis.

From any perspective, he is a good person in the traditional sense.

And just now, she learned about the good master's conspiracy.

While the dragon is eating, take the Dragon King out of the Worm River by boat and kill him by poison or ambush.

Five thousand Unsullied were stationed on the banks of the Worm River, always on guard against the dragon's counterattack.

It's an absolute killing game.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

When I was extremely anxious, a soothing voice came to my ears.

Diana looked up in surprise.

But Aemon looked at the Good Lord and said bluntly: "Diana is very good. The Unsullied we bought lacks a translator. I want to take her away with me."

Wulton was rarely generous: "I'll give it to you. I'll train a new translator."

"key."

Aemon reached out again.

Ulton reached into his pocket and tossed out a brass key.

Aemon caught it and opened the shackles around Diana's neck.

Click!

The crisp sound symbolizes liberation.

Before Diana could come to her senses, the copper key was thrown into the river with a splash.

She gained the freedom she had always dreamed of.

Wulton was full of disgust and couldn't stand the Dragon King's hypocritical behavior.

A slave is a slave, and an unlocked one is also a slave.

"You should be drunk. Let me serve you and let you rest."

Diana came to her senses and grasped the Dragon King's hand.

"Slave girls have no right to speak here!"

Ulton's face changed drastically and he scolded.

Diana was unmoved and continued, "When a dragon is full, it will miss its master. We can go check it out."

She wanted to take the Dragon King off the boat.

Aemon smiled.

Just now, he looked around.

The canoe drifted farther and farther and arrived at the mouth of the Worm River.

The rowing boats following nearby gradually came closer, and through the gauze curtains, one could see slave soldiers armed with bows and crossbows hiding inside.

It turns out that the thieves are robbing each other.

Aemon was not afraid.

The benevolent masters are short-sighted and have no idea of ​​the profound background of a dragon rider.

It is naive to believe that if a dragon is separated from its rider, killing the rider will not alarm the dragon.

Or maybe the rider cannot control the dragon from a distance.

Unfortunately, they ran into Aemon.

Aemon and Wormithor are linked in thought, able to summon each other with a single thought.

The reason why we give good people opportunities is not a joke with evil intentions.

Instead, he wanted to get the whip that commanded the Unsullied first.

The Unsullied follow the whip's orders, and without the whip they are like robots without the internet.

Although he had instilled many ideas into the Unsullied, one always had to be prepared.

But now...

"dragon!!"

"The dragon flew..."

Suddenly, loud shouting came from one end of the Worm River.

Wulton stood up suddenly and said unhappily, "What's going on? What are they shouting outside?"

The benevolent masters drew aside the veil and poked their heads out.

"Can you swim?"

Aemon asked suddenly.

"Of course!"

Lannino patted his chest.

There is no Velaryon who can't water.

"I know a little."

Diana said hurriedly.

"very good!"

Aemon grinned.

The next moment, he pulled the two men up and kicked them into the river one by one.

Pfft!Pfft!
Two splashes of water appeared on the river surface, and the lights were covered by a large shadow.

It was not until this time that the good lords looked up at the sky and saw a giant bronze dragon flying over the river.

"dragon!"

Urton's head buzzed, and everything went blank.

He turned around and stared at Aemon, eyes full of disbelief.

however,
A smile appeared on Aemon's face, and he opened his lips slightly: "Dragon Flame!!"

Womisol's bronze pupils were cold, and he flapped his wings and stayed in the air. Zhang Dalong took a breath and spit out dragon flame.

"No no no!"

Urton was completely dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Aemon would even kill himself.

"Hiss-"

The next second, accompanied by a thunderous roar, billowing dragon flames poured down.

"goodbye!"

Aemon smiled and fell backward into the river.

boom--

The dragon flame, as bright as copper foil, smashed down, instantly shattering the seven-meter-long rowing boat, and the scorching dragon flame splashed everywhere.

The good people were only concerned with screaming, and in an instant they turned into ashes and merged into the water.

Pfft!
In the river far away from the wreckage of the rowboat, Aemon broke out of the water, his long silver-gold hair swinging.

The river water was boiling and bubbles were constantly coming out.

Aemon wiped his face and treated it as a boiling bath.

"Cousin."

Lanino dragged Diana and swam far away.

"Don't be impatient."

Yimon was confident.

A few dark clouds floated in the night sky, blocking the crescent moon in the horizon.

"Hiss-"

Wormithor circled low in the sky, his dragon flames sweeping across the rowboats on the Worm River.

Within a quarter of an hour, all the slave soldiers in ambush were buried with their master.

"Let's go."

Aemon grabbed a floating plank and swam to shore with difficulty.

Vermithor landed on the ground and lowered one shoulder for the rider to climb onto the dragon's back.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan heard the noise and rushed over, but was stopped by Lannino and asked to join the team.

The two rode on their dragons, taking the silly Diana with them, and flew to the other side of the Worm River.

……

At this time, the five thousand Unsullied army stood in a neat line.

Gray Worm stood at the head of a square formation, looking worriedly at the mouth of the Worm River.

Ever since the benevolent leaders invited the Dragon King to have a night drink in a rowboat, he had a bad feeling.

The orders given by the whip-wielding slave master were to supervise the dragon and be ready to provide support at any time.

A blatant ambush.

He wanted to remind the Dragon King and help him escape from trouble.

But years of whipping made him dare not act on his own.

Will and fear are in conflict, and the whole person is in great entanglement.

At this moment, the bronze dragon that was eating by the river flew away.

Soon, flames shot up into the sky at the mouth of the Worm River.

Grey Worm gritted his teeth and secretly clenched the spear in his hand.

what happened?
boom--

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind blew, and a bronze dragon like a giant mountain soared back.

Vermithor landed, and a familiar silver-haired figure walked down from the dragon's back.

"Why is it you, good lords?"

The whip-holding slave owner was horrified.

Swish!
What responded to him was a flash of cold light, and his head flew into the air.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

Aemon made a sword flower, bent down and picked up the bloody whip.

The whip was covered with fine barbs and the handle was an image of a harpy.

"Someone come quickly!"

"..."

Seeing this, the surrounding slave soldiers rushed forward in fear.

Aemon glanced sideways and waved his whip in front of the Unsullied.

quiet!
Deadly quiet.

The five thousand Unsullied had expressionless faces and stared intently at the whips that controlled them.

Pfft!
Aemon let go of the whip and it fell to the ground.

With a chuckle on his face, he called out, "Unsullied, this whip is a thing of the past. You are free."

After saying that, he stepped on the whip.

The boots crushed the golden harpy-like handle repeatedly, flattening it into a golden cake.

"Unsullied, kill him!"

Some of the slave soldiers shouted in surprise.

call out!
A spear flew out and pierced his face.

Grey Worm's eyes were fierce, and he only had a round shield in his hand.

See this scene.

Aemon climbed atop the dragon and cried out, "Who, Unsullied, will obey my command, fight for freedom, and break the chains of Astapor?!"

Silence for three seconds.

Grey Worm took a step forward and pulled out the spear that killed the slave soldier.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
With this example, more and more Unsullied came out, spears hitting round shields.

They all raised their heads and looked up at the silver-haired figure on the dragon's back.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the bright moonlight shone down.

Aemon's face was clearly visible, reflected in the hearts of every Unsullied, forming an indelible mark.

"The Unsullied!"

Aemon held high the "Lady of the Lonely" and declared: "The good Lord used worldly power to force you to kneel, and Targaryen made you stand up!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The five thousand Unsullied were in high spirits, and the sound of shields clashing echoed on both sides of the Worm River.

Aemon, filled with strength, cried out, "Unsullied, follow me and break the slave chains of Astapor!"

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Five thousand Unsullied changed direction and headed towards the city with red walls.

"Hiss-"

Womisol roared and flapped his wings into the night sky.

A pillar of fire as bright as copper foil fell from the sky, and the bronze harpy statue standing tall on the red city wall was shattered and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The slave soldiers were unable to dodge and were swallowed up by the molten bronze remains.

The Unsullied attacked fiercely and captured the city gate with great force.

The collision of bronze and fire!
(End of this chapter)