Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

There was an obvious look of astonishment on Krazny Mo Nakroz's rough face with a greasy beard. He didn't quite understand what Clay meant.

What? Do you want to give yourself a dragon? Or the biggest one among them?

As a guy who can stay in the position of a good master for a long time and is still alive and kicking, countless life experiences tell him that this is wrong, but what is wrong, he really can't understand for a while.

The Beggar King and his woman came here with only one ship and no army at all. Her dragon was placed in a big box beside them, and they didn't look very dangerous.

But usually there are no idiots who can come to discuss business with him, because idiots have already been eaten up by other people in Astapor City before talking to him.

His bloodshot eyes looked doubtfully at Clay's right hand raised to the sky. Krazny Mo Nacroz didn't know what the purpose of this man was.

It shouldn't be. The only thing they rely on is these three little dragons that haven't grown up at all. Wait...dragons!

Krazny Mo Nacroz suddenly remembered a rumor, a rumor that came from the beach, but was not accepted by the superior benefactors like them.

Suddenly realizing something, before Krazny Mo Nacroz could shout out, a strange vibrating sound came into his ears.

He heard the frightened screams of the people around him, and then, the shocking roar directly broke all barriers and hit the eardrum of the good Lord.

This slave trader, who was accustomed to fake smiles and conspiracies, didn't even have the courage to raise his head at this time, because he had already realized what the man in front of him meant by what he just said.

I will give you a dragon, a giant dragon, a real dragon. The question is, do you want it?

It was a sunny morning, but a huge shadow was cast on the Pride Square. Amid the most instinctive screams of humans, the blue-gold dragon flew over half of Astapor City and stood in the Pride Square. hovering in the sky.

Under the scorching sun, the blue-gold surface of Galesos reflects the dazzling sunlight, making the dragon itself look like a god.

The slave owners were frightened. The interesting thing was that the first reaction in their minds was to call the Free Militia to protect them, instead of the Unsullied Legion who stood there and seemed to see nothing.

Galesos's huge wings were waving above everyone's heads, and it was preparing to land in this relatively spacious place.

The strong wind rushed to the ground, and Clay pulled Daenerys at his hand into his arms, using his back to shield her from the dust.

There was a thud, a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, as if it hit the hearts of everyone present except Clay. Although the dust blocked their sight, everyone felt the burning heat.

Although the current temperature itself is very high, it is obvious that the body temperature of the giant dragon is higher than they imagined.

The sound of heavy snoring sounded in his ears. Without looking, Clay released one hand from Daenerys's back and directly touched the big head of Galesos.

The blue scales were warm to the touch, and Galesos seemed to like Clay to touch them. The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly looked at the owner and the woman in his arms, who he seemed to have a crush on.

Well, the master has good taste, but it’s a pity that I, Galesos, am single-minded, and only the master can ride me...

After the dust cleared, the frightened Good Lord of Slaver's Bay and his army of freemen looked tremblingly at the huge dragon in the field, which had great visual impact, and were speechless.

Galesos ignored these people, stretched his big head and smelled Daenerys' body.

The little queen had just come out of Clay's arms, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Suddenly, a huge dragon head stuck behind her, startling her immediately.

In fact, she had never seen Galesos very often. She only saw it briefly on the boat. Soon, Clay flew away on it.

Now, the little queen was a little at a loss, because Galesos' big head was sniffing in her arms, and she didn't know what she was sniffing.

Daenerys actually had a very good impression of the blue-gold dragon, because from every angle, Galesos was a very outstanding-looking guy.

The little queen thought of Sunfire, the dragon of the Targaryen family in history. That pure golden dragon, but it was a pity that it was unlucky to encounter the bloody civil war of Dance of the Blood Dragons.

She knew that it had no ill intentions towards her, but with such a big guy in her arms, Daenerys's little hands had no strength to push it away. She had no choice but to retreat while giving Clay a look of help.

Of course Clay knows what is going on. This is the resonance between the dragon and the people with the blood of the Dragon King. Galesos likes Daenerys. This is the instinct derived from the blood.

"Okay, don't make trouble Galesos, go say hello to our good lords."

Clay patted Galesos's dragon horn. The big blue-gold guy reluctantly took his head back, glanced at his master, and then turned his golden dragon eyes to the people of Slaver's Bay who were facing a formidable enemy. .

The giant dragon said hello, using the way dragons are best at, it opened a huge mouth full of sharp tusks, and a deafening roar rushed out of its throat.

This threatening roar came so suddenly that it even scared the swords out of the hands of some soldiers of the Free Militia. These people no longer had the courage to pick up their swords, screamed, and joined the fleeing ranks.

Clay stepped forward, taking Daenerys with him. He casually picked up a weapon dropped by a deserter from the Free Militia and held it in his hand. He walked directly towards the frightened Good Lords.

Among these free militia groups, there were one or two bold idiots who actually had no intention of surrendering despite being intimidated by Galesos. Although their calves were shaking, they still held the weapons tightly in their hands.

Clay looked at these two or three guys with pity. He originally didn't want to live, but now it seems that the fire must be lit.

Looking back at Daenerys, Clay looked at the latter's confused and worried eyes and gently spoke a standard high Valyrian vocabulary to these two or three people:

"Dracarys!"

After a strange sound, a bright stream of fire, mixed with explosive heat, directly bombarded these guys who didn't know whether to live or die.

The well-equipped free militia, the armor on their bodies, and the long steel shields in their hands, cannot stop the high temperature that can melt steel.

Regardless of tough will or foolish loyalty, all are equal under the dragon flames. Along with the screams that everyone present will remember for a lifetime, after just a few breaths, these people who blocked the way turned into complete ashes. transformed corpse.

At this time, Krazny Mo Nakroz remembered to call the Unsullied under his training, but before he could say anything, Clay stared back with a life-threatening gaze.

The throat hidden behind the fat rolled hard, and Krazny Mo Nacroz suddenly realized that he had made an extremely stupid mistake.

Daenerys, this woman from Westeros, is already the mother of three giant dragons, so how can someone who can hold her in his arms without any resistance have nothing to do with the dragons.

There is no doubt that although the person in front of him does not have the iconic silver hair and purple eyes, he is definitely a genuine Dragon King, and the Dragon King has always been violent.

In these thousands of years of history, the giant dragons and the Dragon Kings who control them have never bowed to any force other than the Dragon King. The only ones who can defeat the Dragon King are themselves.

He was stupid enough to provoke a Dragon King. At this time, Krazny Mo Nacroz's mind was extremely clear. He suddenly understood the playful look in the Dragon King's eyes when he insulted him and his woman. .

Although Krazny Mo Nakroz himself no longer knew High Valyrian, he could vaguely understand the meaning of that word just now.

Yes, how could the Dragon King not understand Valyrian? Thinking about what he said just now, the eyes of this slave trader who was just arrogant turned black.

The only thing he prayed for now was that the Dragon King, who burned people whenever he disagreed, would disdain to burn him to death. Otherwise, even with the protection of the Unsullied, he would not be able to escape today.

The sole of his foot stepped directly on the charred corpse, and the brittle sternum was crushed to pieces by Clay. He looked at the pile of ashes at his feet that could no longer be called a corpse, and a sneer appeared on Clay's face. , and continued walking towards these five people at the pinnacle of power in Astapor.

Some people want to run away, but their bodies have long been drained by alcohol and sex, so they can't control their bodies at all. They can't do anything except trembling.

They regretted very much now that they had not first found out who this person was.

"How about it, Lord Good Lord, are you satisfied with my gift?"

Clay slowly walked up to Krazny Mo Nakroz, spinning the shining blade in his hand, making the good lord of Astapor feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Although he was still hot and irritable before, now, he feels that he no longer knows what warmth is.

He used all his strength to control the muscles on his face and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Sir, oh no, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Dragon King, I feel guilty for the offense I just committed. Please let me make compensation for my disrespectful behavior just now."

His voice was trembling, but he was the best performer among the five.

Because the other four people had lost control of certain parts of their muscles at this time, and a disgusting brown color appeared on their luxurious tokar robes.

"These four friends of yours seem a little embarrassed. Let's talk about your compensation in another place, Lord Good Lord."

Clay now had an absolute advantage, and of course he was unwilling to let himself suffer. He turned around, took Daenerys's white little hand, and led her towards Galesos.

Without turning his head, he knew that the slave trader would hesitate when he saw his direction, so a light word fell on Krazny Mo Nacroz's head:

"Don't make me angry anymore, Lord Good Lord, my dragon didn't have breakfast."

"It's...your majesty"

The slave trader gritted his teeth, lowered his head and quickly followed Clay and Daenerys. When he arrived next to Galesos, Clay finally got rid of the unpleasant smell.

He looked at the slave trader who looked like he had been fished out of the water, covered in cold sweat, and stretched out three fingers:

"As punishment, only three of you can survive to see me. As for who it is, you decide for yourself. I think you understand what I mean."

"Within one day, I want to see two human heads in front of me, otherwise, I will burn the entire Astapor..."

Clay took a step forward and whispered into the slaver's ears that were shaking like chaff:

"Trust me, I can do it."