Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 545

Chapter 545 I will ride him tossing and turning

Kohol.

One of the nine free trade city-states, a rare inland city.

"Hiss!"

Brown dragon wings streaked across the sky, and the ugly mud dragon screamed.

"Steady, you sheep thief."

Aemond's voice was displeased, and he held a trembling delicate body in his arms.

Celine turned pale and whispered, "I'm fine."

Aemond frowned and drove the sheep thief to slow down.

He probably shouldn't have brought his mistress.

Celtija, who smelled of the sea, could not bear the dragon of blood and fire.

"Brother, are you almost here?"

Celine was so dizzy that she couldn't open her eyes, leaning into Emond's arms and asking.

Emond glanced down and said confidently: "After crossing the River Thern, Qohor is not far away."

Hearing this, Celine nodded with relief.

The destination of this trip is Kohol.

"I'll take a nap for a while and I'll call you when I get there."

Emond hugged Celine's slender waist, resting his pointed chin on the silver-gold curls, fully enjoying the moment of tranquility.

Celine was the best woman he had ever slept with.

Younger than the brothel madam, more mature and charming than Floris.

When he stayed in Celine's bed on the first night in Climax City, she was still a virgin.

Gods be upon you, thanks to the late Cousin Lanino.

It was his alternative orientation that made him pick out a Valyrian woman who looked so much like his sister.

So palatable.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief flew across a vast forest, suddenly lowered his head and neighed a warning.

Emond immediately opened his eyes and looked down warily.

Below is the Qohor Forest, the largest virgin forest on the Essos continent.

Ignoring the lush and towering trees, the noise of people and horses appears.

On a winding road, a cavalry team that stretched for more than ten miles marched slowly.

Aemond's single eye widened, paying attention to the brutal appearance of the cavalry.

Wearing clothes made of animal skins, carrying a scimitar and a bow and arrow on his waist.

No matter men, women, old or young, they all rode tall horses and followed the team in an orderly manner.

"It's the Dothraki!"

Celine opened her eyes and spoke weakly.

"That's right, a group of East Road savages."

With a grim look on his face, Aemond suddenly noticed the mixed carriages in the cavalry team.

It was pulled by several war horses and covered with a layer of rags.

From its towering bulge and crossbow-like outline, it's not difficult to guess what it is.

"Scorpion crossbow produced in Qohor, escorted by Dothraki?"

Emond's eyes flashed and he said excitedly: "The weapons purchased by Slaver's Bay also hired these savages."

After being exiled for half a month, news of the war has been cut off.

But judging from this Dothraki tribe of more than ten thousand people, the family must have officially launched a war on Slaver's Bay.

"Take this news back?"

Aemond's eyes flickered and he quickly dismissed the idea.

He patted the dragon on the back and urged: "Speed up, you sheep thief!"

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared out of temper, flapped his ragged brown dragon wings, and disappeared over the forest in the blink of an eye.

Imond smiled broadly and muttered: "First recast the crab claws, and then recruit a group of mercenaries. Who can stop me?"

He wants his name to be resounding in the continent of Essos.

Time passes slowly...

Slaver's Bay, Astapor.

The city walls were in dilapidated condition, and they were scorched black from fire and filled with the stench of death.

Inside the city-state, there are no people in the quaint urban area, and garbage and feces are piled up everywhere.

The Wise Master hid in the pyramid and summoned the Unsullied to protect him in all directions.

Slaves were kept like livestock and kept in stables with chains around their necks.

Occasionally, one or two slaves would sneak out, but they were all sallow and skinny and unable to walk.

He didn't go very far when he fell down on the muddy ground.

The slave soldiers waiting for the patrol cut off the neck with a knife, dragged them to death like dogs, and fed them to the wild beasts in the arena.

"Hiss..."

A huge yellow jade dragon soared past and plunged into the thick clouds in an instant.

Hearing the roar of the dragon, the wise masters of the entire city-state were trembling.

In the western part of the city-state, a 400-foot-tall pyramid stands.

At this moment, the wise masters swarmed in.

Without exception, discuss how to deal with force majeure war.

The fleet blocks the Worm River and there is a food shortage in Astapor.

The giant dragon harasses people every day, and people in the city are in panic.

If they don't want to come up with a solution, the wise masters will go crazy.

Worm River, station.

"Hiss..."

At the entrance of the camp, a giant yellow dragon slowly landed.

Rhaenyra turned over and slipped from the dragon's wings, raised her hand and bit off her glove, and said happily: "Well done, Syrax."

"Hiss..."

Syrax has gentle eyes, and the dragon kisses the driver, just like a spoiled little girl.

"Today's mission is accomplished, good girl."

Rhaenyra rubbed the dragon's jaw, turned and walked into the camp.

"His Majesty,"

Two Kingsguards in silver armor and white robes had been waiting for a long time, one tall and one short, standing on both sides and saying greetings.

"Thank you, sirs."

Rhaenyra's steps were brisk, and she had already become familiar with the two new White Knights.

Tall and handsome, with silver hair and blue eyes, Bells Dane of the Dane family in Starfall City.

The other is short and lean, with gray curly hair and green eyes, paired with a harmless baby face.

Hall Reed, who came from the Reed family of Greywaterwatch and was famous for his archery skills.

One of the two is the city lord of Starfall City, and the other is the second son of the earl. When there is a vacancy in the selection of the Kingsguard, you win your spot with your strength.

Rhaenyra was quick on her feet.

Before arriving at the camp, I saw a group of figures dressed in rags and linen hurriedly leaving the camp.

"Huh?"

Rhaenyra looked closely and saw that the leader was Gray Worm, the leader of the Unsullied.

The remaining few are also low-level officers who were born as unsullied or slaves.

Entering the camp, Rhaegar was playing with a gold coin engraved with the image of a harpy.

With a flick of your fingertips, the gold coins flipped over.

"came back?"

Lei Jia suddenly raised his head and asked concernedly: "How is it? Have you met any resistance?"

"No." Rhaenyra poured herself a glass of wine and said strangely: "Have you sent a mission to Gray Worm?"

The siege lasted for more than a month, and Astapor went from stubbornly resisting to being completely defeated.

Apart from constantly asking the rear to dispatch ships and supplies, Rhaegar never mentioned taking the initiative to attack.

Rhaegar smiled mysteriously, stood up, pressed Rhaenyra on the chair, and said softly: "The wise masters in the city cannot bear the pressure, and some people come to me to ask for peace."

"What conditions?"

Rhaenyra looked sideways at him, guessing what medicine was in the gourd.

Rhaegar chuckled: "The truce is a peace treaty. The wise masters want money, and I want an army."

Rhaenyra was surprised: "They will sell weapons to you?"

The Unsullied trained by Astapor are world famous.

During the war, how could the wise master sell the strongest army?

"I didn't say the quantity, but I guess it won't exceed half of what's in the city."

Rega put half of his **** on the table, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slyly: "But I want them all!"

At night, the sky is dark.

At the base of the red and gray wall, broken and charred corpses were piled up randomly, as high as a hill.

Gray Worm had a cold expression on his face. He walked around several corpses whose black armor had melted into flesh and blood, and lay down at the base of the wall to rummage through them together.

"At this."

One of the Unsullied companions shouted softly, digging open the muddy drainage hole.

The hole is not big, like a dog hole made by a cat or dog.

Gray Worm took out his chisel and began to chisel at the drainage hole, expanding the passage for one person to enter and exit.

Tread...

The firelight flickered, and a group of Unsullied soldiers patrolled past the city wall.

The night wind blew, and dark clouds covered the bright moon.

"Move quickly."

Gray Worm first stuffed a jingling sack into the hole and led the team into the hole.

Returning to the purgatory of the past, I never imagined that I would have to find another path.

After a while.

Several figures walked through the city under curfew, skillfully avoiding the patrolling soldiers.

After going around and around, he blended into a pyramid.

After a while, Quietly slipped out.

Gray Worm picked up the sack, more than half of it shriveled up.

"Next."

The voice was low, revealing uncontrollable excitement.

For three days in a row, everything was fine.

After careful consideration, the sages opened the city gates and asked for negotiations.

Rumble—

Five thousand Unsullied people all walked out of the city-state, and an additional three thousand mercenary groups were paid to hire.

More than a dozen wise masters were dressed in gorgeous clothes and set up a temporary pavilion outside the city gate.

Behind them, a huge bronze harpy statue stood on the city gate.

Hundreds of slaves huddled together, like prey under the harpy's claws.

"Hiss—"

A thunderous roar resounded across the sky, and the dark dragon that covered the sky slowly took off.

On both sides of the black dragon, there are two golden dragons of similar size.

The cavalry of the Second Son Regiment followed, escorting a convoy loaded with boxes.

After a while, both parties took their seats.

The sages sat at the top of the pavilion. They were all fat and strong, like well-dressed pigs.

The leader is a mature woman with darker skin, wearing only a beige gauze and raising a pair of elastic long legs.

"Hey, she's still a beauty."

Aegon smiled, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at the triangle.

The mature woman tilted her head and suddenly spread her thighs, revealing a dark forest.

Aegon started and his smile disappeared.

Rhaegar passed by, completely ignoring the hole that looked like a torn sack.

Rhaenyra's eyes were unkind and her voice was thin: "Break out."

The first meeting between the two parties was obviously not pleasant.

The three siblings stood in the center of the pavilion, looking up at the wise masters gathered together.

Everyone is accompanied by a female slave, and occasionally a whip is held in hand.

The mature woman sat in the middle, staring directly at Rhaegar.

Rhaegar had his silver hair braided into braids and looked around with interest.

Mature women are interested in it.

Regardless of his identity, he has nothing more than his tall physique and handsome appearance.

Targaryen's inhuman beauty is perfectly reflected in him.

It would be so much more comfortable if I could ride with him under me.

"Withdraw your gaze, slaver!"

Rhaenyra's face turned cold and she warned in High Valyrian.

Hearing this, the mature woman glanced at her in surprise and responded with the same language: "Your husband is very beautiful. Did you secretly ride on him when you were siblings?"

Slaver's Bay was built on the ruins of Gurgeth, once the slaves of ancient Valyria.

To this day, those of distinction pride themselves on speaking fluent High Valyrian.

Rhaenyra smiled and said the cruelest words with the gentlest expression: "When I cut off your head, I will put it next to the bed so you can see how I ride him."

"Pfft~"

Aegon couldn't help but laugh.

(End of chapter)

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