Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 213 Astapor, your Dragon King chapter is here!

Chapter 213 Astapor, your Dragon King is back!

boom--

A strong wind suddenly blew up, and a green rain with broken leaves flying over the sea of ​​grass.

Womisol spread a pair of broad brown wings and glided smoothly past, blowing people and horses below to the ground.

"It's a dragon, hide quickly!"

Someone screamed in fear, lying on the ground and shouting.

However, how could that possibly work?

Aemon keenly discovered that the one shouting was the Tyroshi mercenary with colorful hair.

The real Dothraki are good at riding and shooting, and they saw the coming of the behemoth early.

Their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

After Womisol glided past, he was still stunned on the horse, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

It was a shock that shattered my worldview.

"All right, Wormithor!"

Aemon saw a clue and landed the dragon.

Facing the Dothraki from the horse tribe, Wormithor's pupils were cold and indifferent, and he didn't take them seriously at all.

Fold your wings and land slowly.

boom--

A giant dragon descended from the sky, awakening a group of Dothraki people.

"God!!"

Starting with a few strong women wrapped in animal skin skirts, people continued to jump off their horses, kneeling down and worshipping while shouting.

Like a plague, it spread rapidly.

Before they could wait to do anything, a large group of people knelt down.

Imon was stunned for a moment.

Looking around, there were very few Dothraki standing.

"The Dothraki society is primitive, and they understand the law of the jungle."

Lanar landed on Vhagar, took a breath, and explained the reason.

"understood."

Aemon laughed and said, "It saves us the trouble."

After all, we are in a sea of ​​grass, and there are flammable materials everywhere.

Once a breath of dragon flame is taken, it will burn for a very long time.

"Who is the leader among you!?"

Aemon patted the dragon's back, signaling Wormithor to lower his body and fully expose the dragon's saddle.

The Dothraki only had to look up to see his young face.

"it's me!"

A shirtless man on horseback came out.

He had a rough face and dark wheat-colored skin. His bare upper body was muscular and his strong legs held the horse's back.

Her black hair was tied into a long braid with a dozen bells tied on it.

According to Dothraki custom, the more bells there are, the more enemies you have defeated.

Losers would cut off their long braids as a symbol of shame.

Omkao rode out on a black horse, and the blood guard beside him grabbed an old slave translator for him.

"I am Khal Om, the khal of the khalasar."

He spoke in labored Dothraki, and the old translator repeated it in High Valyrian mixed with the accent of Slaver's Bay.

The Khalasar refers to a tribe of Dothraki.

Aemon got straight to the point. "There are Tyroshi in your khalasar, and they have taken my things."

"who is it?"

Omkao was stunned at first, his thick black eyebrows furrowed.

Immediately, he ordered the blood guards to call the representatives of the Tyroshi mercenaries.

The blood guard was very courageous and jumped off his horse to look for the target person.

Soon, a mustache man with purple curly hair was pulled over and forced to his knees on the ground.

"The one you want!"

The old translator repeated it tremblingly.

Yimon's eyes lit up, thinking that the journey had ended successfully.

He got off the dragon's back, grabbed the frightened purple-haired mustache, and asked in a cold voice: "Where is the dragon egg in Yanhai?"

"No, not with me."

The purple-haired man with a mustache had a horrified expression and blurted out the truth.

They were only half of the group, responsible for escorting the mercenary group's goods.

The leader had already taken the other half of the group to seek refuge in Slave Bay.

"Can Slaver's Bay protect you?"

Aemon shrugged.

The purple-haired and mustache man didn't dare to talk nonsense, and said what he had to say: "Meereen has an army of Unsullied, as well as well-trained slave soldiers, who have promised to provide us with protection."

The condition is that half of the dragon eggs from the Sea of ​​Smoke will be sold to the Great Lord of Meereen first.

"How many dragon eggs are there? What do they look like?"

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he seized the opportunity to obtain information.

The purple-haired man with a mustache said hurriedly, "There are seven in total, six of which have stone skins on their surfaces, and one is grass green with a shell like scales."

Hearing this, Aemon took a deep breath and let go of the other person.

There really was a dragon egg that was still alive.

"Your Majesty, do you have any further instructions?"

The old translator asked in fear and trepidation at Kao's urging.

"Gone."

Aemon waved his hand casually.

Seeing this, Omkao gave a look to his blood guards, who drew their swords and swung them at the Tyroshi mercenaries.

More than a hundred people were beheaded in an instant.

"Ok?"

Aemon couldn't help but wonder.

The old translator took the initiative to explain.

This group of Tyroshi had no relationship with them, they just happened to catch up with the migration of the Khalasar and were paid to give them a ride so that they would not get lost in the Great Grass Sea.

The Tyroshi bring danger to the Khalasar and are ominous people.

Kamkao would order the execution.

Aemon tutted his words.

He had some knowledge of the Dothraki, but it was too partial.

You will only know when you really come into contact with it.

It's really direct and cruel.

He turned and walked towards Wormisol, his feet on the rope ladder.

"Wait a minute."

The old translator called out hurriedly.

Yimeng turned around and asked coldly: "What else?"

He came for the dragon eggs in the sea of ​​smoke.

Half of the Tyroshi mercenaries were dead, and he had to rush to Meereen in Slaver's Bay.

It was purely accidental that I came across this Karasa.

"Our khal has something to say."

The old translator bowed humbly.

Aemon looked at the rough-looking man.

Omkao was worthy of being a khal. Although he was afraid of the unknown dragon, he remained calm and rode closer.

He said, "Dragon King, we can go together."

He didn't know what the Dragon King family and dragons were. The Dothraki didn't have such complicated words.

But the elders in Karasa have heard of the former Free Fortress Empire through word of mouth.

Often, Dragon Kings can be seen riding their giant dragons on the Great Grass Sea, grazing the Free Trade Cities and Slave Bay.

But one day more than two hundred years ago, the Dragon King and the giant dragons disappeared.

Seeing the living Dragon King and the god-like giant dragon today, his heart was filled with excitement and many thoughts popped up in his solidified mind.

"You can't keep up with the dragon in the sky."

Aemon, speaking in pure High Valyrian, gave it to the old translator to repeat.

Omkao understood the general meaning and said in a loud voice: "My khalasar can fight for you. The Dothraki roaring warriors are invincible!"

Aemon grinned.

The old translator put it more clearly.

The other side wanted to follow him and attack Meereen in Slaver's Bay.

"The centaurs are good at fighting, and we will need them next."

Lannar reminded seriously.

Aemon nodded to show that he understood. He certainly knew what the Dothraki were capable of.

The other half of the Tyroshi mercenaries would likely enter Meereen and receive the protection of the Great Lords.

It is not so easy for the dragon to retrieve the dragon eggs alone. With the help of a Doskaslak cavalry, it is convenient to plunder by breaking into the city.

"Follow!"

Aemon climbed onto the dragon saddle and shouted to the rough man below.

After listening to the translation, Omkao's stiff lips curled up slightly.

Lead the entire Khalasar and follow the dragon that takes off into the sky.

……

The next few days were spent on the road.

Cross the lush sea of ​​grass, bypass Laza where the sheep people live, and enter the Slave Bay from the Kaisai Pass.

"Roar--"

Womisol flew over the mountains, and in front of him appeared a loess path with wild flowers and herbs growing wildly.

Aemon saw it clearly.

This is already the territory of Meereen, and the Great Pyramid of Meereen can be seen a few dozen miles ahead.

"I'll go ahead and explore the way."

Aemon said to Rhaenyra.

"Be careful."

Rhaenyra was concentrating on riding the dragon and was too distracted to say anything else.

Yimon rode his dragon south and found a loess road that was also covered with wild herbs and camphor trees.

The three cities of Slave Bay share a common path.

He wanted to see the situation in Yunkai and see whether to get involved.

Besides, he also wanted to know how Astapor was doing now.

Wormisol flew a long way and quickly passed over a tall city.

The city is built along the coast and the bay can be seen to the west.

"It's Yunkai for sure."

Aemon recognized the city.

Among the three slave city-states, Astapor once had a well-trained army of Unsullied.

Meereen has a large population and a vast territory, and has always been the strongest slave city-state.

Yunkai has the smallest population, and its city defense relies on mercenaries and the purchase of Unsullied, making it the weakest.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting from below.

"Go and have a look, Vermithor."

A light bulb went off in Aemon's mind, and he remembered something he had heard.

boom--

Womisol had long been tired of traveling. He flared his nostrils, smelled the blood, and flapped his wings to look for the direction.

Not long after.

On the road connecting Yunkai and Astapor, the two armies were seen fighting in a mess.

A harpy flag flying the faith of Slaver's Bay represents the slave army of Yunkai.

One flag was quite peculiar, with a ferocious dragon flying above the harpy, dividing the flag into two parts.

"Yunkai and Astapor at war?"

Imon immediately saw the situation.

Astapor had more men and charged more often.

However, the army was in chaos and its weapons and equipment were relatively backward, so it fell into a disadvantage.

Yunkai's slave army was well-equipped. After blocking the first wave of attacks, they gradually surrounded the enemy.

"It's better to come early than to come late."

Aemon gave a wicked smile and had an idea in mind.

"Hiss-"

Womisol sensed the intention of the rider, swooped down with a roar, and poured out dragon flames like copper liquid.

Before the Yunkai soldiers could react, they were hit on the head by dragon flames.

There was a sizzling sound of grilled meat on the iron plate, and white smoke mixed with shrill screams came out.

The Yunkai soldiers suffered heavy losses in an instant, the encirclement they had formed was destroyed, and a large number of soldiers died on the spot.

Wormithor circled back and the dragon flames poured out again.

The dragon flames poured down like a bucket, turning the Yunkai soldiers on their heads into charcoal in an instant. The magma splashing after the explosion engulfed even more people.

"No no no!"

The Yunkai commander fled for his life, screaming at the sky.

boom--

The third dragon flame poured down on its head, submerging it completely, and it carbonized and solidified into a charred clay doll.

When the Astapor soldiers saw the familiar bronze dragon, they excitedly raised their hands and shouted "Long live the Dragon King".

Rumbling--

Just then, the sound of thousands of horses galloping came from afar.

I saw a group of Dothraki cavalry waving scimitars, or standing on horseback, shouting excitedly and charging.

"Oh la la la~~"

"..."

The Dothraki cavalry arrived in an instant, and the roaring warriors in the lead broke up the fleeing Yunkai soldiers, and the large army was like a sharp arrow penetrating into the heart of the battlefield.

The scimitars in their hands were like butcher knives, easily cutting the enemy's throat and causing blood to splatter three feet away.

Ormkao rushed in front, swung his scimitar suddenly, and cut open the belly of a Yunkai commander.

The commander's jet-black leather armor seemed to be made of paper and was torn apart with ease.

The belly was cut open and the intestines gushed out.

Even so, people will not die and will remain awake.

The painful wait for death by bleeding is no less than an extreme torture.

With the help of the Dothraki, the battle quickly ended in a one-sided outcome.

Dragons are used in wars, and also to catch fish that have escaped from the nets.

The Dothraki, known for their cruelty and barbarity, won't leave a single person alive.

……

into the night.

Astapor, the Great Pyramid.

Aemon looked out.

The city still looks the same as it did a few months ago, with dark red city walls and red dust particles blowing in the wind.

Colorful lanterns are hung on the streets, lighting up the night sky.

Even the Great Pyramid where we are has been restored with planted trees, adding a touch of bright green to the dull dark red.

But His Royal Highness the Prince had already been dazzled by the green color of the Great Grass Sea.

stomping on...

I heard footsteps behind me. It was Lannar.

"see it?"

Aemon turned around and smiled, pointing at the bronze dragon statue on the city wall.

It was a symbol of liberation that was recast after the bronze statue of the Harpy was pushed down.

Lanar tilted her head and chuckled softly, "I saw it during the day and thought it was just your bad taste."

Liberate a city-state and order the local people to build a giant dragon statue.

……Um
Sort of like a stone statue of King Viserys.

Aemon stopped joking and became serious: "The old scholar of Astapor has received news that the group of Tyroshi mercenaries have been hired by Meereen."

After traveling for half a month, the clouds finally parted and the bright moon appeared.

Even after he had been away for several months, Astapor still recognized him as the Dragon King who had broken the shackles.

The small council welcomed them into the city and distributed food to the Dothraki stationed outside the city.

"We have to fight tomorrow."

Lannar felt helpless and had to tell the cold reality.

Yimon looked up: "It's okay, we're guaranteed to win."

Meereen and the liberated Astapor have been in conflict for a long time, but there has been no direct conflict due to the existence of Yunkai in between.

Astapor lost its Unsullied, and its army was composed of young and strong slaves who had been liberated, and its overall strength was very poor.

Even so, they still fought back and forth with Yunkai.

Only after Meereen stepped in to support Yunkai did it gradually fall below.

Tyroshi mercenaries entered Meereen and were protected by the Great Lords.

The Great Lords are greedy for dragon eggs and are also enemies of the Targaryens.

The small council of Astapor directly handed over power and was willing to follow the Dragon King to break through Yunkai and Meereen and liberate the entire Slaver's Bay.

"It's a bit too much of a fuss just for a nest of dragon eggs."

Lanar held his forehead with one hand and sighed, "I'm worried that it will be difficult to explain to the king."

"What can we do? Some people are determined to see the wrath of a dragon."

Aemon had a smile on his face and shrugged helplessly, indicating that he didn't blame me.

He once said that the Targaryens had a "very bad reputation".

As a result, good people are often bullied, and there are always rampant people who want to provoke them.

If they wanted dragon flame, he would give it to them.

(End of this chapter)

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