Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"All...all?"

Krazny's eyes widened like a dead fish.

Samwell nodded and said:

"Yes, we're going to buy all the Unsullied that are on sale in Astapor, how many do you have?"

"There are 8,000 trained, and another 600 are in training..."

"Then eight thousand and six, we all want it."

Krazny stared at Samwell for a while, confirmed that the other party was not joking, and then said:

"As long as you have enough money, of course you can buy them all, but—do you have any?"

"Of course." Samwell pointed to Daenerys beside him, "This is the mother of dragons."

Krazny misunderstood what he meant, and said in a muffled voice:

"Of course I have heard of the reputation of the Mother of Dragons, and I know that Westeros is a rich place, but I also know that the girl is not a queen yet, and may never become a queen. Although the Unsullied Legion is powerful, it may not necessarily be a queen. Can win the barbaric steel knights of the Seven Kingdoms. Therefore, we will not exchange slaves for empty promises, you must pay enough money or goods."

"This time you admit that the Unsullied may not be able to win the Iron Knight." Samwell laughed and joked, and then said, "But don't worry, we have a way to pay."

He pointed to the three dragons fighting behind Daenerys: "We pay with dragons."

Krazny's eyes widened again, with unconcealable greed and longing in his eyes:

"Exchanging dragons for slaves? How many?"

"One," Daenerys said, "in exchange for eight thousand six hundred Unsullied."

"Three points!" Krazny said.

"One!" Daenerys said firmly.

"Okay! Then we want the biggest one!" Krazny pointed to the black dragon Drogon.

"Okay." Daenerys nodded.

"Okay! Wait a moment, I'll go find other benefactors!" Krazny said impatiently.

He was not the only slave owner in Astapor, and not all the eight thousand Unsullied were owned by him.

But Samwell believes that the rest of the slave owners will also agree.

For the people of Astapor are eager for dragons.

How could they not desire it? The ancient Ghis Empire, which was once powerful at the time, fought five wars with the Valyrian Empire, all of which ended in disastrous defeats.

Just because the Valyrians have dragons and the Ghis don't.

Unsullied people can replenish, but giant dragons are hard to come by.

Now that Daenerys is going to sell the dragon, the slave owners of Astapor are probably going to be ecstatic.

Sure enough, when Krazny went to communicate with other slave owners, he did not forget to order the servants to entertain the two distinguished guests well.

The slaves pulled up silk tents on the high platform, set up tables and chairs, and presented delicious food and wine for them to enjoy.

Samwell pulled Daenerys to sit down at the table, poured two glasses of red wine, but saw that her hands were still shaking slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"This place makes me sick." Daenerys looked sullen.

"The slave trade is full of evil." Samwell sipped the red wine, his eyes swept over the Unsullied in the square.

Even if the Lord Good Lord is not there, these slave soldiers still stand upright like javelins, including the soldier whose head was cut off just now, the bloody wound on his chest even attracted flies, and he didn't care about it.

Under the cruel training, they can no longer be regarded as human beings.

"I used to be very lonely," Daenerys murmured. "I was alone except my brother Viserys. I was a scared little thing when I was a child, and Viserys, who was supposed to protect me, kept hurting me." , intimidated me, and even sold me for the army.

He shouldn't have done that. Because he is not only my brother, but also my king. A king is supposed to protect his people, protect the weak, as they swore to the gods when they were crowned.

Sam, you are right, Slaver's Bay is a vicious cancer on the continent of Essos, we must eradicate it!

This is an act of justice, and this is what a king should do! "

Samwell smiled and reached out to take her hand.

Daenerys didn't resist, and took his hand back, her trembling gradually subsiding.

Not long after, Krazny reappeared, bringing the remaining seven good lords with him.

At the same time more Unsullied strode into the square, and apparently Astapor agreed to the deal.

"They are all here." Krazny came up to the two, holding a gorgeous long whip in one hand, "Eight thousand and six hundred Unsullied, just give me the dragon, and they will all be yours Already!"

"Okay." Daenerys stood up, still holding Samwell's hand, as if she could find strength through it.

"The dragon girl and her lover." Krazny was in a good mood, and he did not forget to give advice, "These Unsullied are still young, if you are going west to return to Westeros, there will be quite a few little ones along the way." The city is suitable for looting. No matter what booty you get, you can take it all for yourself, because the Unsullied have no interest in money.

Captured captives can be sent back to Astapor with a small party, and we'll buy them. Perhaps ten years from now, many of the boys you send will be the new Unsullied.

This creates a virtuous circle, which is good for everyone. "

Daenerys pursed her lips and said nothing.

Samwell said:

"The Mother of Dragons is in a bad mood to sell her child."

"Understandable." Krazny put on an exaggerated expression, "I would feel bad if I sold those Unsullied. However, life must go on, right? With this army, I believe you will be able to take back the Unsullied." That iron chair."

As he spoke, he asked the slave to bring an iron chain:

"Tie up your dragon, please."

Daenerys took the chain silently and came to the black dragon.

Drogon, who was basking in the sun with his brothers, raised his head and neighed when he saw Daenerys approaching.

She was on the verge of tears, but she put the chain around Drogon's neck anyway.

The black dragon didn't like being restrained very much, and flew up with fluttering wings, but was held back by Daenerys.

The sun cast its shadow on the good lords of Astapor, and they grinned greedily.

Daenerys handed the chain to the master, and Krazny handed her a magnificent whip.

The handle of the whip was a finely carved black keel, inlaid with gold, and attached to nine slender leather strips, each tipped with a gold-plated claw. The golden sphere behind the handle is the head of a woman with sharp ivory teeth.

"This is the Finger of the Harpy." Krazny tugged on the iron chain, "With it, you can command the Unsullied."

Samwell asked, "So, our deal is done?"

"Yes, it's a deal!" Krazny said, and at the same time yanked the iron chain, trying to drag the black dragon down from the sky.

Samwell took Daenerys' hand and led her forward.

"Unsullied ones." He stood shoulder to shoulder with her on the edge of the high platform, and said loudly, "You are now the people of the true dragon!"

Daenerys' heart was beating fast, and she knew that the moment of fate had come.

Samwell felt that her palms were already full of sweat, turned his head sideways, and gave her an encouraging smile.

Daenerys took a deep breath, raised the Harpy Finger above her head, and said loudly:

"Unsullied, take up your spears!"

The 8,600 Unsullied in the square immediately picked up their spears, and their movements were uniform without any hesitation.

"Hey! Dragon girl!" Krazny's voice came from behind, "Your dragon doesn't work!"

"Of course. Dragons are not slaves." Daenerys turned her head and swung the whip at the slave trader's face with all her might.

Krazny staggered back screaming, blood running down his cheeks.

"dracarys!" she called out.

The black dragon Drogon spread his wings and roared.

A black flame swirled straight at Krazny's face, melting the eyes, igniting the hair and beard, and for a moment, the slave master seemed to be wearing a flaming crown.

He let out a terrible howl.

Chaos immediately fell on the high platform, and the Good Lords screamed, trying to get their guards to catch the two defaulters, but at this moment, a huge black shadow enveloped the pride square, and the sunlight was completely blocked , It seemed that the sky was overcast all of a sudden.

The good masters looked up in astonishment, and saw a huge white dragon descending from the sky.

It opened its bloody mouth wide, and the orange-red flame surged in like a sea tide, swallowing them all in an instant.

Daenerys looked back, and saw that most of the guards of the nobles of Astapor had become Burning Men, and the remaining half began to flee in all directions.

"Unsullied ones! Protect us! Protect your master!" Several benevolent masters who managed to escape shouted loudly.

But the Unsullied stood motionless on the square, as if they hadn't heard his order at all.

Seeing this, Daenerys was greatly encouraged, held up the finger of the harpies, and said:

"The Unsullied! Kill the Good Lord! Kill the guards! Kill every slave master with a whip!"

The Unsullied finally moved, raised their spears, and stabbed at the former masters.

Samwell drew his greatsword and cut Drogon's chains.

The white dragon landed on the high platform, stirring up a burst of smoke and dust, and the flames in its mouth sprayed continuously, causing the sea of ​​flames to spread outward.

Samwell put his arms around Daenerys' waist and led her onto Cleopatra's back.

The white dragon vibrates its wings and rises into the sky again.

Drogon, Viserion, and Rhaegal followed closely behind.

"Freedom!" Daenerys yelled through the air. "In the name of the Dragon, the Unsullied grant you freedom! Go, break every chain in this city!"

She dropped the Harpy Finger hard, hitting the red brick floor and smashing it into pieces.

"Free! Free! Free!"

Under the shadow of the dragon the slaveholders fled, howled, begged, and died.

The dusty air of Astapor was filled with spears and flames.

Sitting on the back of the white dragon, Daenerys suddenly couldn't help turning her head when she saw all this, and kissed the man behind her fiercely.

The scorching wind passed by the ear, at this moment, everything around seemed to become extremely far away.