Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 215: The Fall of Meereen
"Dragon Egg!!"

Omkao's eyes widened and his voice trembled.

"Hahaha."

Barbarod laughed triumphantly, his words full of pride: "Yes, it is said to come from the dangerous ruins of ancient Valyria, and it is a rare treasure in the world."

The harpy knew how much effort he had put into tricking the dragon into giving him the eggs.

Damn those Tyroshi mercenaries.

Cunning and mean, like a nest of colorful insects.

“They became stone.”

Omkao had experienced many storms and quickly recovered from his shock. He touched the dragon egg covered with stone skin with his fingers.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood guards around him reacted instantly.

His face suddenly changed, he took out the flexible horse whip from his waist, and shouted at Barbarod: "How dare you give Kao a fake thing!"

The whip was swung and almost hit the other person's face.

"What is he going to do!?"

Barbarod was startled, but since he couldn't understand Dothraki at all, he didn't understand what was wrong with this guy.

"stop!"

At the critical moment, Omkao stopped the bloodriders.

The old translator knelt beside the box, pointed at the petrified dragon egg inside, and hurriedly explained the reason.

"Bullshit, all the dragon eggs in my hand are like this!"

Barbarot was furious and gave the bumpkins in the Great Grass Sea some scientific knowledge: "Even if they cannot be hatched for a long time, their value is still beyond imagination."

Omkao moved his lips slightly and said something.

The old translator's face changed slightly, and he translated in a Dothraki tone: "The khal likes it very much. Your friendship has been witnessed."

"Humph!"

Barbarod was slightly satisfied, and snorted coldly with his face turned away.

This will make you look more respectable.

As evil...

Cross it out!

As a wealthy and powerful lord, he can get whatever he wants in Meereen.

But there is no such thing as satisfaction.

A few months ago, a young dragon king wandered to Slaver's Bay and liberated New Ghis and Astapor.

New Giss is fine.

Located on an island outside the Slave Bay, even though it has developed rapidly in recent years by exploiting civilians, it still cannot shake the three real major cities in the Slave Bay.

But Astapor is very different.

Astapor, with its Unsullied training methods, has always had the strongest military force in Slave Bay.

How strong are the Unsullied?

Long ago, Qohor used three thousand Unsullied to repel a hundred thousand invading Dothraki and killed the khal of the Khalasar.

Even if there is some element of luck in the rumor, it can indirectly reflect the power of the Unsullied.

Therefore, the great lords of Meereen would never take the initiative to provoke the good lords of Astapor.

But just a few months ago, all the good leaders of Astapor were publicly executed.

Astapor was liberated.

This undoubtedly shook the foundation of Slave Bay and broke the rigid ancient peace.

Those liberated slaves launched a frenzied counterattack against other slave cities.

Despite their random biting, they actually achieved some results.

How could the great lords of Meereen sit still when things had turned out like this?

Barbarod was willing to give three priceless dragon eggs to Omkao with the intention of making friends with him.

The three dragon eggs that were dug out from the pit could no longer be hatched.

It's better to give it away for outsiders to see than to keep it in your hands and be remembered by others.

Another important reason.

Omkao is not very powerful, he is just a khal of a small khalasar.

The Great Grass Sea is vast and boundless, with nomadic khalasars of all sizes.

The smaller ones have 10,000 to 20,000 people, and the larger ones have 50,000 to 60,000 people.

During certain special periods, a khal with extremely strong military power would appear and integrate a khalasar with more than 100,000 people.

Compared with these unreasonable fierce men, Omkao is undoubtedly less dangerous.

Win him over and pay him to fight with his Khalasar.

If that wandering young dragon king were to go to Meereen to free the slaves, the Dothraki could take over.

With the bravery of the Dothraki people, perhaps they can teach the young dragon king what it means to be brave.

If you make a decision that goes against your ancestors, you will have to pay the price.

He's a good dragon king of Valyria. He could be anything else but the Breaker of Shackles.

This is really not the right path!

"keep it."

After admiring the dragon egg, Omkao solemnly handed it to the blood guard for safekeeping.

The blood guard knew what was going on and held the box tightly in his arms.

This is what Lord Dragon King wants, and it cannot be lost or damaged.

Barbarod watched patiently.

He specifically saw the blood guard hugging the box so tactlessly, and then his face regained its composure, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Omkao glanced at him and said something else.

"What did Kaa say?"

Barbarod couldn't wait to hear the surprised admiration of others.

The old translator lowered his head and said dryly: "Kao admires your financial strength and wants to know the origin of the dragon egg?"

"Why is he asking that?"

Barbarod was unexpected.

The old translator rolled his throat up and down, patching up: "Kao has heard about the power of dragons and is very interested in dragon eggs."

"Don't even think about it. Dragon eggs are not something that anyone can find if they want to."

Barbarod raised his chin proudly and said, "These dragon eggs are all my treasures. They will satisfy Kaa's curiosity."

"Yes."

The old translator responded briefly.

After repeating it to Omkao, the latter drooped his eyelids and his eyes were as deep as a pool.

Weizhu not only doesn't follow the rules, but is also full of lies.

After collecting a box of dragon eggs, Omkao and his men left in a grand manner.

Before leaving, Barbarod extended an invitation.

Tomorrow a great competition will be held in the great arena of Meereen.

Hope Omkal comes to the appointment.

The performance of slave fighting has always been a tradition in Meereen.

It was a program that everyone, from slave owners to common people, loved.

Most slavery city-states have this tradition, but Meereen is the most esteemed of them.

A competitive match must be held every once in a while, otherwise the civilians will cause trouble.

Omkao's eyes flashed and he agreed readily.

Barbarod was beaming.

But he didn't know.

As soon as Ormkaor left the gate of Meereen, he immediately ordered the old translator to write a letter to Aemon who was not far away.

He was able to come and go freely in Meereen.

By the way, he mentioned the matter of receiving a box of dragon eggs.

……

That night.

Yimon received the envelope and smiled after reading it.

It turns out that the slave owners are a bunch of idiots who only know how to oppress slaves and are actually half-smart brained.

A small gap in information played a trick on them.

Wait!
Tomorrow he would ride on his dragon to take care of them.

"Any good news?"

Rhaenyra came following the scent.

"I can't hide anything from you."

Aemon shook his head and laughed.

After the other party finished reading the letter, he said happily: "The dragon egg has fallen into the hands of the great masters. There is no need to worry about it being secretly bought."

If you lose something, you are not afraid of someone picking it up. You are afraid that no one will know who took it.

Everyone secretly knew that the three dragon eggs that Dreamfire lost were bought by the then Sea King of Bravs.

On the surface, the only rumor was that it fell into the hands of a businessman in Bluffs.

My great-grandfather lost the dragon eggs during his tenure, and one of the reasons he didn't get them back was that he couldn't find a reason to ask for them back.

In addition, Bluffs has a special geographical location and excellent defensive capabilities.

At that time, the Seven Kingdoms had just recognized the Targaryens and did not have the backup capability to fight hard for the three dragon eggs.

Just let it go.

"A dragon egg falling into the hands of a Meereenese is no different from falling into a basket."

Eamon was delighted.

The Bluffs are tough.

The scattered archipelagos and Titans can hold back a mighty army, and the Iron Bank controls more than half of the world's money.

The dragon eggs fell on Bluffs, and at most he rode the dragon and plowed the land with dragon flames.

It is still extremely difficult to find the dragon eggs.

Fortunately, the worst did not happen. Little Meereen, hold it gently.

"Smelly."

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him in amusement.

His smile was so beautiful that she wanted to ride it.

……

The next day.

At daybreak, Meereen was bustling again as people prepared for the competition.

Ormkhal led a group of Dothraki cavalry and re-entered the city.

Just like yesterday, we received a warm welcome from the great masters.

"I promise, this will be the best show you've ever seen."

Barbarod patted his chest and began to boast again.

"Child's play."

Omkao remained silent, while the bloodriders around him sneered and mocked.

"what did he say?"

Barbarod didn't understand, he just saw that the other party's expression was very unfriendly.

The old translator choked and said, "He said the khal had seen better deaths, and his khalasar had been through battles big and small."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Barbarod smiled and said politely, "Of course, the performance is not as good as the clash of scimitars and horses, but it will also make you shine."

The old translator repeated it like this.

The bloodrider sneered. If it weren't for the khal, he would have pulled off the man's pants.

Let him see what a real collision is.

That expression successfully made Barbarod shudder and start doing anal exercises.

He has heard of it.

The Dothraki were so ruthless that they even spared no horses.

Due to the language barrier, both sides were in harmony.

After the greetings, the group arrived at the Colosseum.

A huge and magnificent circular building.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was morning.

The competition officially begins.

"You can also appoint a warrior around you to participate."

Barbarod sat next to Omkao, and glanced at the blood guard who had spoken so arrogantly to him.

Just now, he found a reliable translator.

Omkao glanced at him and said calmly, "He will have a fight today."

Barbarod turned his head and looked at the trembling female slave translator behind him.

The female translator was very young, with black curly hair and wheat-colored skin, and it was obvious that she was of New Ghistan descent.

Like a replica of Diana.

The other party lowered his head and recounted the story truthfully.

Hearing this, Barbarod was satisfied: "I believe that the blood guards' competition will definitely be even more outstanding."

He thought Omkao was really trying to please him.

"You'll see."

Omkao looked up at the sky, his voice chilling to the bone.

Barbarod was still laughing.

Click!

The next second, Omkao suddenly jumped up, grabbed his neck, and broke his neck in an instant with his five fingers.

Barbarod had no time to react.

When he came to his senses, his eyes widened in disbelief.

As soon as Omkao loosened his grip, the body slipped off the chair and fell to the ground with a thump.

Everyone was stunned by this action.

Immediately, the female translator let out the most terrifying scream of her life.

"Do it!"

Omkaor slapped him with his big fan hand, knocked him unconscious, took out two daggers from his waist, and shouted at the Dothraki in the arena.

The blood guards beside him reacted the fastest. They took out their horsewhips and swung them, tightening the reins of the great lord who was about to protect everyone in front of him.

"Someone come quickly, the Dothraki have changed their minds!"

Before the whip broke the great master's neck, he terrifiedly asked for help from the surrounding slave soldiers.

Wow!
The slave soldiers raised their spears and called for help in groups.

But a large number of people does not mean high combat power.

The Dothraki cavalrymen who were brought here were all very fierce. They took out the weapons hidden on their bodies and attacked the people around them frantically.

Some of them did not carry any weapons, but simply killed the slave soldiers who rushed towards them and snatched their spears to show off their skills.

For a moment, the arena was in chaos.

"rush out!"

After a while, seeing that the number of slave soldiers was increasing, Omkao gave orders again.

Their responsibility is to open the city gates and welcome the tribesmen into the city.

The reason why we took action in the Grand Arena.

One is that Lord Dragon King has not arrived yet, and the other is that he has enough confidence.

After a fierce battle, the Dothraki really fought their way out of the enemy's path.

Just as they were about to rush out, the gate of the arena slammed shut.

"They killed Lord Babarod, avenge him!"

The great masters who were fleeing in the chaos started shouting.

The slave soldiers surrounded and encircled the Dothraki.

The situation reversed instantly.

Omkao had a solemn expression. He had just killed a few slave soldiers, but saw more of his tribesmen being killed.

Several Roaring Warriors who were initially very brave were also knocked down and stabbed.

This illustrates what it means when a swarm of ants can kill an elephant.

shhhhhh!
The slave soldiers fought more and more aggressively, using their spears as javelins to take the lives of the Dothraki one by one.

"be prepared."

Omkao spoke in a low voice.

In this situation, we have no choice but to fight hard.

The great masters shouted and urged the slave soldiers to kill the enemy as quickly as possible.

Only the civilians in the audience didn't know what was going on and hid here and there in fear.

In a flash, only a few Dothraki were left.

Omkao was hit by a hidden arrow. He gritted his teeth in pain and pulled it out, with blood gushing out.

You can tell at a glance that the body is in good health and has sufficient qi and blood.

The blood guard beside him had blood all over his face. He stood in front of Kaa, with determination in his eyes.

boom--

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the sky.

As if a dark cloud had covered the entire arena, the light had gone out.

"Dragon Flame, Wormithor!"

The magnetic voice came from the sky and suddenly echoed around.

Invisibly, the air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur mixed with copper rust, creating a captivating sense of oppression.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat and they looked up in surprise.

"Hiss-"

In mid-air, an extremely huge bronze dragon appeared with cold pupils, a ferocious dragon mouth opened, and fire flashed deep in its throat.

next moment.

The dragon flames like molten copper rolled out and poured down on the heads of the slave soldiers gathered together like a volcanic eruption.

A sizzling sound of burnt and smelly white smoke came out.

The dragon flames shaped broken gray-black clay dolls, which exploded and splashed in an instant, engulfing more lives around them.

Just one breath of dragon flame caused most of the slave soldiers to be killed or injured.

"dragon!"

Omkao couldn't help but widen his eyes and grinned in bloodthirsty excitement.

He dropped the dagger and replaced it with a more convenient scimitar, which led to a more fierce charge by the remaining tribesmen.

Boom——

In full view of the crowd, a giant bronze dragon landed with a bang and slammed heavily onto the open space of the arena.

As soon as the huge body over a hundred meters long landed, it immediately filled all the open space.

It was like a giant bronze mountain, blocking the chances for the great lords to escape.

"Roar--"

Womisol let out a low roar, and stretched out his majestic dragon head, approaching the great lords gathered in the audience.

At this moment, the slave soldiers protecting them looked so weak.

Any unnecessary actions are like an ant trying to shake a tree.

At this moment.

Womisol paused, lowered his dragon head slightly, revealing his majestic back.

Let everyone see clearly the situation on the dragon's back.

Aemon put his arms on the dragon saddle, with a kind smile on his face, and greeted politely: "Hello!"

(End of this chapter)