Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Thinking of this, Gavin made up his mind and said to Krazny: "Preside over the handover ceremony for me now. I want all the Unsullied to be loyal to me only."

After hearing this, Krazny showed a look of disgust on his face and said: "You are wasting my time. You should have made this request earlier. I have already held a handover ceremony, but who told you to run into the trustworthy Krazny. Hurry up, the sun is about to set." As he said, he took the whip from Gavin's hand and began to hold the handover ceremony.

The sun shone on them, as if witnessing this special power transfer.

Gavin watched the ceremony quietly. The Unsullied, in teams of ten, kept coming forward to meet their new master.

Although Krazny was impatient, his movements were not vague at all. He carried out each step skillfully, as if this was just another routine in his countless transactions.

Five days later

In the depths of the dense forest, the sun shines down with difficulty through the layers of dense branches and leaves, like countless slender golden threads, interweaving into a dreamlike picture. The breeze blows gently, and the leaves rustle.

A group of people sit around the campfire with solemn faces, and the dancing flames are like a restless heart, reflecting their tired and anxious faces.

"Many wounded fell down yesterday and never got up again. The minions of the good master are chasing us, and the food is almost gone." A bearded man complained, his eyes were dim, as if he had lost hope for the future.

"Most of the brothers use wooden spears, and now there are not even half of the decent weapons in the team. We must leave here, otherwise we will be finished if we fight again!" Another tall and thin bandit also complained.

"It's all your fault. You insisted on attacking that village. Now, not only did you not get any food, but you also lost the camp." Someone began to accuse us, his eyes full of anger and dissatisfaction.

"Yes, our food could have lasted for three months. What should we do now? Do we have to rob food from the good people?" another person echoed.

The accused man was named Kyle, a leader in the team. He was tall and straight, giving people a calm and reliable feeling. His bronze skin was covered with shocking whip marks, which were the marks left by his slavery. Each whip mark seemed to tell the suffering and torture he had suffered.

However, in his resolute eyes, he revealed his persistence and unyielding pursuit of freedom.

Hearing the accusation, Kyle angrily retorted: "Should we let our brothers and sisters be enslaved? Shouldn't I think about saving more people?" His voice was loud and powerful, full of a sense of justice.

Someone immediately sneered: "Can you save them? This is Astapor, there are countless slaves. Why don't you go to the city to save the Unsullied and see if they will accept your rescue." The man's tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.

Listening to the quarrels of his men, the leader Shaquille frowned tightly, and the deep wrinkles seemed to be the marks of the years.

He interrupted: "Okay, be quiet, if we can't rob the good master, we can rob the caravans transporting grain. It's nothing more than more deaths, which can save some food." His voice was cold and ruthless, which made people shudder.

Hearing the leader's words, Kyle stood up and angrily scolded: "Shaquille, what's the difference between you and those good masters? All of us are free people who escaped slavery, not to be enslaved by you. I came to you to give those who follow me a way to live and give others freedom, but you don't care about their lives now. You are becoming more and more like a good master."

Kyle's eyes were burning with anger, and his body was shaking slightly because of excitement.

Kyle was destined to be a slave from the moment he was born, because his parents were slaves.

When he was only five years old, his mother was sold by the ruthless Good Master.

His mother was forcibly taken away, and his father was brutally whipped to death by the Good Master's soldiers in public for trying to resist this behavior. The sound of the whip seems to still echo in his ears, and his father's screams make his heart hurt as if it was torn apart.

At that moment, the seeds of hatred and resistance were deeply buried in the heart of young Kyle.

Until not long ago, a terrible plague suddenly broke out.

To prevent the spread of the plague, Kyle and other slaves were locked up like lambs to be slaughtered. They were locked in a dark and damp place, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair. But Kyle did not give in. He cut the chains with a saw that he had hidden in advance.

Then, he bravely led other slaves to kill the guards together.

After escaping successfully, Kyle heard that a man named Shaquille had established an uprising against the Good Master. He did not hesitate to bring everyone to join in, and embarked on this challenging road of resistance with hope.

At first, Shaquille treated everyone very peacefully, and never gave up any partner in the battle. His care and encouragement made everyone feel the long-lost warmth and unity.

However, as the team continued to grow and time passed slowly, Shaquille gradually changed.

He became selfish, afraid of death, and even afraid that others would take away his rights. Kyle was surprised to find the figures of those hateful good masters in Shaquille, which filled him with disappointment and anger. He seemed to see his former hopes shattered bit by bit, and the pain in his heart surged like a tide.

Shaquille's face instantly turned cold after being contradicted. This Kyle had challenged his authority in public several times and did not take him, the leader, seriously at all.

Shaquille had long thought of executing him, but the other party still had two hundred men under his command. It was not appropriate to do it in the current situation. After all, he still needed the help of the other party to resist the encirclement of the good master.

Shaquille forced down the murderous intent in his heart and said, "Do you know our current situation? The camp was destroyed, surrounded and intercepted, lacking medicine, food and weapons are also extremely scarce. If this goes on, we will be killed by the minions of the good master sooner or later. We must protect ourselves, and there will inevitably be sacrifices in action. We should have had this awareness when we escaped."

After hearing this, Kyle looked at Shaquille coldly. Now he no longer believed in the other party's sweet words. Those were just lies to make them work hard.

He angrily scolded the other party, "Awareness? Is your awareness to ignore the lives of brothers?"