Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Time flies, half a month later.

Slaver's Bay, on the Skazhadan River.

The largest of the three slave trading city-states, "Meereen" is located here.

"Hiss-"

Outside the towering multi-colored city wall, a huge black dragon soared slowly, its pale green eyes overlooking the entire city.

The garrison on top of the city stood ready, with scorpion crossbows set up and ready to counterattack at any time.

call--

After a while, the dark dragon lost interest and disappeared above the clouds.

…

Across the river.

A large village and town surrounding a city.

Five thousand Unsullied took over the place, driving the farmers into concentration camps and chopping wood to build camps.

Two giant dragons, one red and one gold, hovered in the sky and quickly moved away when they smelled the smell of ashes.

boom--

The glutton dived down from the clouds and landed quickly and steadily on the ground.

"Hiss?"

Syrax lay in the flowers, rolling away like an oversized curious baby.

Rhaegar smiled, turned over and slid off the dragon's back.

Upon entering, the natural environment is beautiful, and medicinal herbs are everywhere near mountains, rivers and rivers.

Meereen is only fifty miles away from Yunkai, and the army can arrive the next day.

There are villages of various sizes scattered along the way, all of which have hung three red dragon flags.

Return to the camp.

"How is the defense of Meereen?"

Rhaenyra stood up immediately, stepped forward and took off Rhaegar's black robe.

Rega shook his head: "It's very strict and requires a lot of hard work."

"Meereen is the largest city in Slaver's Bay. The city walls are at least a hundred feet high. At every corner there are bronze harpy statues that can spit boiling oil."

The sea snake Corliss spoke in a deep voice, sitting at the round table and looking at the sand table.

After two months of recuperation, the injury recovered as before.

Rush to the battlefield immediately.

Rega respected him and said softly: "These are not problems. The key is how to ensure that the hybrid dragon king and the great masters do not escape."

"Just burn it all down with fire."

Aegon was lying on the round table, playing with the wine cup without interest.

There's no point in dying in a war.

He has begun to miss the salty sea breeze of the Stepped Stone Islands and the Lysian beauties in the brothels.

"You can think about it later."

Rhaegar glanced at him with a hint of warning.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, took the black robe and returned to her seat.

The sea serpent analyzed it carefully and said: "Meereen is a single tree, so we have no choice but to go to sea."

Take off a giant dragon sculpture from the sand table and place it in the northern wasteland of the Great Pyramid.

Meereen is located on the banks of the Skazhadan River, with stone sand beaches on the north side, and the east and west inlets and mountains have been blocked.

Damon leaned back in his chair, smiled faintly, and denied: "Who knows if there is a secret passage in the city? Those scum know best the principles of the cunning rabbit's three burrows."

Astapor and Yunkai successively broke through the city, and the forces of the Iron Throne gathered together.

The sea snake glanced sideways and said tit for tat: "Where can a bereaved dog escape to?"

Damon straightened his posture and his eyes became sharp.

Boom!

Rega knocked on the table and interrupted: "Okay, tell me something useful."

Where could there be so much resentment between the father-in-law and his son-in-law?

So annoying!

Rhaenyra snickered, covering it up with drink.

The siblings follow the family tradition and have no extra father-in-law or father-in-law, so they cannot understand the difficulties of a good uncle.

"Brother, you are thirsty."

The atmosphere was not very good. Darren stepped forward and poured wine for Rhaegar who was sitting down.

Rhaegar smiled and did not refuse.

In a small tent, there were five dragon masters from the family.

Attacking Meereen, an isolated city that defends itself, is a piece of cake.

Darren poured the wine and stood obediently behind his eldest brother.

Aegon's eyes grew hot and he raised his glass and shook it.

Darren looked away and pretended not to see.

"hehe."

Rhaenyra was amused and did not forget to wipe Rhaegar's mouth carefully with her handkerchief.

Rega enjoyed it happily and smelled a vague milky fragrance.

Looking back in astonishment, he happened to meet a pair of smiling eyes.

"Your Majesty, the city of Meereen is not monolithic."

The two siblings were making small moves when Sea Snake interrupted without seeing anything and took out a wax-sealed envelope from his sleeve.

The beeswax pattern is actually the harpy pattern that is the symbol of Meereen.

Rhaegar frowned, took the envelope and opened it.

A piece of white paper as thin as a cicada's wings, written in High Valyrian script.

"Rhetoric."

Rhaegar glanced at him and laughed disdainfully.

Valyrian is a very streamlined language, and High Valyrian is the best among the languages.

The vocabulary is piled up so gorgeously that it is basically full of nonsense mixed with a few useful sentences.

It can be seen that the person who wrote the letter is either uneducated or extremely arrogant.

Rhaegar flipped through the pages and read, and the signature at the end was "Sizel Lorak".

Read it in its entirety and pass it on to the next person.

Rhaenyra looked at it and said in surprise: "Family Lorak, one of the oldest slave-owning families in Meereen."

"That's right, a representative of the Lord Peace Party."

Rhaegar's thoughts turned and he said: "They want to sue for peace and intend to sacrifice the bastard Dragon King."

"Quite aware of current affairs." Rhaenyra smiled.

Soon, everyone read the letter.

Rhaegar pondered: "Slave owners cannot be trusted, they are too insincere."

"Not necessarily." Daemon wanted to play the opposite and argued: "Meereen is very rich, and they don't want to follow in the footsteps of Astapor and Yunkai, do they?"

The army passed through the border, and the two slave city-states passed through like locusts.

All the wise masters of Astapor were executed, and half of the slaves moved to the disputed land.

More than half of the good masters of Yunkai survived, but the slaves were basically wiped out.

Rhaegar issued an order to seal the sea, and it was basically impossible to restart the slave trade.

What awaits the two city-states is continued decline.

Before Rhaegar could retort, the sea serpent sneered: "If they really want to sue for peace, they should open the city gates."

"What do you think of the consequences of Astapor opening the gates?"

Damon meant something and glanced at his good nephew.

Rhaegar "tsk" and leaned back on the chair.

The so-called war does not mean that soldiers never tire of deceit.

The nightmares that had tortured him since childhood taught him that only by being ruthless can one become powerful.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Rhaenyra stroked his head, as if coaxing a child.

This time it was Rhaegar's turn to roll his eyes and turned his head speechlessly.

After the baptism of blood and fire, Rhaenyra seemed a little too excited.

The siblings seemed like they were children again.

The sea serpent ignored the intimate behavior of the king and queen and spoke out against Daemon: "Compared to your victory in Yunkai, Astapor can win more people's hearts."

Daemon was too cruel. He was burned and robbed in Yunkai, and he was tortured equally regardless of high or low.

Both slave owners and their efforts cursed his cruelty.

On the other hand, Astapor's reputation for the Iron Throne is extremely good.

His Majesty the True Dragon killed all the slave owners, liberated the suffering slaves, and provided jobs and land to the liberated slaves who had no jobs.

Although he has to move to a controversial place, he is still living as a free person.

The most important thing is that without slave owners, freeing slaves achieved class revenge.

Not only was I grateful to Rhaegar, but I only recognized Rhaegar.

Daemon heard this and said impatiently: "If you don't accept the peace proposal, then you will ride on a dragon and burn Meereen to the ground."

I have the upper hand.

Sea Snake snorted coldly and continued to retort: ​​"Dragon can solve 70% of the problem, but there is still 30% that requires the expenditure of troops."

As a qualified lord, if he could not sacrifice his soldiers, he would naturally find a way to preserve them.

Capturing a city without spending a single soldier is proof of a military strategist's talent.

Rhaegar held his forehead with one hand and watched the two allies arguing.

For a moment, I realized why my father was so keen on peace when he was in power.

"That's enough. Even if we make noise until dark, there will be no results."

Rega slapped the table, interrupted the quarrel between the two, and made a final decision: "The Lorak family is an entry point. We can take the opportunity to contact the slave-owning families in the city and win the victory with the minimum."

"support!"

Aegon immediately stood up and left the table to leave.

The meeting ended early so that he could go to the village to find a girl.

Lei Jia glanced at him unkindly and emphasized: "The rest is secondary. First of all, make sure that the hybrid dragon king will not run away. It is best to let the slave-owning family send the hybrid dragon king to the door."

The source of the war is nothing more than a Dragon King bloodline with an unusual origin.

No matter what, the race will be exterminated.

"support!"

Aegon continued to raise his hand, raising the enthusiasm of Rhaenyra and Daeron.

Damon's eyes flickered and he shook his wine glass without interest.

As if to say, so be it.

Sea Snake stood up slowly and said solemnly: "Slaver's Bay is under control, we have to be careful of other forces."

"For example?" Rhaegar asked.

The sea snake's thick lips whispered: "Qohor, Dothraki cavalry."

Braavos and Pentos were fine. They were warned in advance by Rhaegar and only dared to make small moves in secret.

Kohol is located in a remote area and relies on its favorable geographical location.

He directly transformed into an arms dealer, took the funds provided by all parties, and frantically provided equipment to Slaver's Bay.

Rhaegar thought for a moment and suddenly thought: "Aemond went to Qohor, right?"

Hearing this, Damon's eyes flashed.

The sea snake nodded and said: "Prince Aemond traveled to Qohor and borrowed money from Storm's End to recruit a mercenary group of two thousand people."

After a pause, he said doubtfully: "But Aemond did not act with the mercenary group. Instead, someone saw an ugly dragon in the Dothraki Grass Sea."

"Oh, Aemond is going to conquer a Dothraki cavalry?"

Aegon's eyes lit up and he got up from the table.

"The Dothraki are stubborn."

Darren reminded quietly.

The only thing seen in the book is that the Dothraki are described as barbarians who feed on hair and blood.

In fact, it is.

Rhaegar suddenly had an idea and suddenly said: "The fighting strength of the Dothraki cannot be underestimated, and there is a high probability that Slaver's Bay will hire them."

"That's what worries me."

The sea snake pointed out the vast sea of ​​​​grass on the sand table, traced the mountains on the east side of Meereen with his fingertips, and speculated: "According to the tradition of the Dothraki, they will first plunder the goatmen of Lazar, obtain supplies, and then enter Kai. Sai Yamaguchi.”

On land, Dothraki cavalry are difficult to deal with.

Especially under the protection of the scorpion crossbow.

Rhaegar was not worried and smiled confidently: "Then let them come."

Five giant dragons besieged the city. Even if the Gujis Empire and the Yi Di Dynasty were resurrected, they would have to surrender obediently.

On the contrary, it was Emond who actually ran into the waves on the sea of ​​grass.

Rhaegar thought for a while and suggested: "Let Aemond try and see what tricks he can come up with."

If you really want to integrate a Dothraki cavalry, you can still look up to him.

"That makes sense." Sea Snake was very calm and fulfilled his duty as a courtier.

Soon, the meeting ended.

Rhaegar took the lead to break up the meeting, but Daemon remained in the tent.

Daemon lowered his head, took a sip from his wine glass, and whispered: "Qohor, one-eyed boy."

The good nephew seemed to have forged a Valyrian steel sword.

He was just lacking a handy weapon.

Oh, and there was also his niece-in-law who was far away in Storm's End.

"Ask Messalia later how things went."

A cold light flashed in Daemon's eyes.