Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 546

Chapter 546 Conquering the Army of Five Thousand Unsullied

Rhaenyra glanced sideways, her eyes cold and biting.

"Ahem..."

Aegon quickly covered his mouth and recalled the saddest thing in his life.

The mature woman looked at Rhaegar, who was silent, with doubtful eyes, and asked provocatively: "Your Majesty the Iron Throne, don't you think a jealous woman is boring?"

Pulling down the deep-collared chest, the upper body was slowly pressed on the crossed legs, and the two papayas broke free from the restraints.

That posture is more alluring than the best bed slave.

Rega's heart was as calm as water. He aimed at the wise masters beside the woman and said calmly: "I have condescended to come to negotiate. Where is your sincerity?"

He still spoke High Valyrian, but his magnetic voice revealed a different kind of nobility.

"We have prepared two thousand Unsullied, as long as you can pay the starting price."

Displeasure flashed in the mature woman's eyes, and she pulled up the collar of her breast.

Rega ignored them completely and continued to stare at the wise masters who remained silent, saying: "The prerequisite for the deal is that you must surrender the city and free all the slaves."

"You are the breaker of chains, but we will not agree to your unreasonable demands."

The mature woman said sullenly.

Several wise masters next to him still pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Rega lowered his eyes, glanced at the woman, and said coldly: "I'm talking to them, don't interrupt me."

With just one glance, the mature woman seemed to have something stuck in her throat, and her long legs were subconsciously closed.

Being humiliated in public, I deliberately wanted to refute it.

Seeing that handsome cold face, Na Na was speechless.

It was as if she was a slave girl who dared not disobey her wise master's orders.

The scene froze for a moment, and several male wise men finally made a difference.

A bald sage with triangular eyes weighed the whip in his hand and said sternly: "Astapo is a slave city. Losing slaves is no different from killing us."

"That's none of my business."

Rhaegar looked indifferent and threatened: "You must pay the price for respecting Fizznik's pseudo-dragon."

The bald sage had a cold face and discussed: "We can sell you more Unsullied ones to kill the false Dragon King."

"How many?"

Rhaegar answered immediately.

"Two thousand five hundred people, no more."

The bald sage's eyes were full of pain, and he gritted his teeth and said: "We only have five thousand well-trained Unsullied ones, so we can't sell them all to you."

"It's not enough." Rega stretched out three fingers and said firmly: "Five thousand Unsullied, five hundred gold dragon coins each."

"You're robbing!"

The bald sage was furious.

The normal price of an Unsullied One is eight hundred gold dragon coins, and you can get an appropriate discount if you buy it in a group.

For the price of five hundred gold dragon coins per person, he wanted to buy all the Unsullied.

It's simply wishful thinking.

Rhaegar smiled, raised his finger and pointed at the sky, and asked: "There are three dragons above my head. What do you think I am doing?"

"Hiss-"

The glutton connected with his mind, soared in the air and sprayed out a mouthful of miserable green dragon flames to block the dazzling sun.

A dragon roar, a dragon flame.

Not only the bald sage, but also everyone present was shocked.

Looking at the blue sky, I saw three giant dragons circling like three cruel weapons of war.

"The hawk and the witch are on top!"

The mature woman's eyes were blank and her crotch was wet.

It took a long time for the wise masters to recover from the shock.

After some careful consideration, the decision was made.

The bald sage had a grimace on his face: "We agree, but your fleet must withdraw from the Worm River."

As long as the slave trade resumed, money would continue to flow in.

Rega's eyes were playful and he agreed: "No problem, the money is at the back."

As he spoke, he gave up his position to reveal the convoy escorted by the Second Son Regiment.

The bald sage saw him, and his expression improved a little: "Happy transaction."

"etc!"

Rhaegar stopped them and stretched out his hand: "Give me the whip of the Unsullied."

A wise master immediately interrupted: "We need to finish counting the money first."

The other wise masters hesitated and rubbed the whips in their hands.

Rhaegar sarcastically said: "Do you think I will bring three giant dragons with me to deceive?"

Hearing this, the wise masters looked at the blue sky again.

Three giant dragons circled slowly, the largest of which was the jet-black dragon, comparable to a large pyramid.

The bald wise master relented and ordered the slave to get a whip.

The whip is gorgeous and comes in a tray.

The mature woman stood up on her own initiative, walked down the steps holding the tray in both hands, and bent down to hand it over respectfully.

"Thank you." Rhaegar took the whip directly.

The whip resembles a dragon-taming whip, and the handle is a golden statue of a falcon and a banshee.

Rhaegar glanced at Rhaenyra and Aegon, then walked out of the pavilion with his whip in hand.

On the desolate land, five thousand Unsullied in black armor stood neatly, like a dark cloud.

boom-

The glutton descended slowly, raising its head high.

Rhaegar climbed onto the dragon's back and looked down at all the Unsullied. He held his whip and shouted: "Unsullied, listen to my orders!"

Swish!

The five thousand Unsullied moved upon hearing the sound and formed separate arrays in different directions.

"This thing is even better than the dragon training whip."

Rega saw it and said complicatedly: "It's a pity that the price is losing humanity."

The Unsullied, to put it bluntly, are a walking zombie with no self.

Whoever holds the whip listens to instructions.

In the pavilion at the rear, the wise masters sent people to check the money and drink celebratory wine in advance.

"Unsullied One, who is your master!"

Rhaegar stood on the dragon's back, his voice spreading far away with the skill of a binding spell.

Swish!

Five thousand Unsullied struck their bucklers with their spears, silently swearing their loyalty.

The corners of Rega's lips curled up, and a sense of fulfillment that the overall situation was in control arose spontaneously.

the other side.

The slaves who checked the money opened boxes one after another, but there was not even a single gold dragon coin.

All that comes into view is the weight of rotten rocks.

"is fake!"

The slave hurriedly ran back to the pavilion, breaking the harmonious atmosphere among the wise masters.

"What, no golden dragon coins!?"

The sages broke out in cold sweat instantly, and their wine cups smashed to the ground.

"Hiss-"

The glutton raised its head and roared, turning its long neck in the direction of the pavilion.

Rega's face was solemn and his voice was loud: "Unsullied, kill the wise master in front of you, kill the soldiers, and kill everyone with a whip!"

"No! This is a scam!" The wise masters were stunned and fled in a hurry.

However, it was too late.

Swish!

The five thousand Unsullied received the order and without hesitation pointed their spears at the existence that brought oppression in the past.

Poof—

The spear penetrated the body of the mercenary and pierced the chest of the slave soldier.

The pavilion was surrounded, and the fleeing wise master was strangled.

The negotiation situation suddenly turned into chaos.

Rhaenyra's purple eyes were sharp, staring at the mature woman who was running away in panic, and she pulled out the sword from her waist with one hand.

Zhengzheng~~

The light of the kingdom is unsheathed, and the engraved pattern of the sun shines with cold light.

"Haha, don't run away."

Aegon's face was full of excitement and he gave the order: "Dragon Flame, Sun Flame!"

"Hiss!"

The golden Yangyan fell to the ground and smashed through the roof of the pavilion.

at the same time.

The Glutton soared into the air, carrying Rhaegar across the sky, and sprayed dragon flames at the chaotic mercenary group.

Syracuse followed closely and attacked the slave soldiers on the wall.

"no, do not want!"

"Run away, someone is rebelling."

Inside the city-state, a fire suddenly burned, and the wails of fighting could be heard.

In an instant, a scene of blood and fire was written.

It's getting late, the sun is getting dusk.

Astapor.

"Hiss..."

Syracuse stood on the top of the city, intimidating the countless slaves who bowed their heads.

Everywhere in the city-state was filled with smoke, and two giant dragons soared in the sky.

Rhaegar was beside the dragon, and five thousand Unsullied stood erect beneath the city.

"Unsullied, step forward!"

Rhaegar shouted, whip in hand.

Swish!

The five thousand Unsullied Ones heard the sound and moved forward in unison.

Rhaegar wiped his **** cheek and shouted loudly: "You have been slaves your whole life, and you are liberated today!"

The innocent man looked numb and raised his head slightly.

Rhaegar threw the whip down from the top of the city and said boldly: "Anyone can leave freely without being harmed, I promise!"

The Unsullied One's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Perhaps, it was another loyalty test for slave owners.

"Hiss..."

Syrax roared, and the dragon's head reached Rhaegar's side.

Rhaegar stared straight ahead, banged his chest with his fists, and shouted: "Old Valyria once enslaved life, they destroyed it!"

"Astapor's enslaved life will be ruined today!"

"No one can enslave others, and those who violate it will only die!"

Rhaegar looked around and said bluntly: "Who is willing to fight for me, fight for Rhaegar Targaryen I!"

"Today, to be free!"

quiet!

Deadly silence, you can hear a pin drop.

Five thousand Unsullied people saw him and heard his voice, and fell into deep silence.

Suddenly, several figures walked out of the city gate.

Gray Worm was wearing rags, holding a three-thorned black helmet under his arm, and moved forward step by step.

The remaining people either wore black armor or carried broken shackles.

With a solemn face, he walked towards the army of the Unsullied.

One step, two steps...

When the distance was less than a hundred meters, Gray Worm suddenly turned around and knelt down on one knee:

"Rhaegar I of Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the One God of the Narrow Sea, Pioneer of the Disputed Lands, Breaker of Fetters, and Dragon-Herder …”

A steady stream of prefixes covers the great achievements of the world.

Gray Worm looked fanatical and said piously: "Wherever your sword points, we will move forward to the death!"

Wow…

The others fell to their knees, discarding their shackles and shackles like worn-out shoes.

Rhaegar looked down silently, pulled out the real fire and held it high, and only shouted: "Blood and fire come from the same source!"

The five thousand Unsullied Ones were all moved, and their numb faces gained a hint of life.

Boom!

A figure stepped out of the queue, tapping the ground with a spear.

It was like a spark that ignited the whole army into a prairie fire.

Swish!

More and more Unsullied came out, beating the ground in a cathartic manner.

The force was so great that it was like the beating of intensive war drums.

It trembled for miles around.

Aegon stood in the ruins of the pavilion, staring at this scene in stunned silence, his jaw almost dislocated.

In the city-state, tens of thousands of slaves surged.

They are all shouting with the same voice: "Blood and fire come from the same source!"

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared wildly, and the wings of death enveloped the entire city, driving away filth and resentment.

Rhaegar held his head high and closed his eyes, immersed in the cry.

The Targaryen rule will last forever.

"Rhaegar."

A soft shout reached his ears, and Rega tilted his head slightly.

Rhaenyra, with her long silver-gold hair stained with blood, silently walked to his side and whispered: "Well done."

Rega's nose twitched slightly, smelling the strong smell of blood.

Opening his eyes, two beautiful faces came into view.

Rhaenyra's eyes were like waves, and her thin eyebrows were full of pride.

The plain hand dropped naturally, holding a frightened woman's head.

"Does it look good?"

Rhaenyra smiled slightly and tilted her head: "Follow me, put it on the bedside and read it slowly."

Rhaegar was in a daze for a moment, then lowered his head and laughed.

(End of chapter)

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