Chapter 546: Subjugating an 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, slowly pressing the upper body on the crossed legs, 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."

At 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 are 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 round shields with their spears, silently swearing their loyalty.

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

On the other side.

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

All that came into view were the rotten stones that weighed down the weight.

"It's fake!"

The slaves hurriedly ran back to the pavilion, breaking the harmonious atmosphere of the wise masters.

"What, no gold dragon coins!?"

The wise masters instantly broke into cold sweats, and the wine cups shattered to the ground with a clatter.

"Hiss--"

The glutton raised his head and roared, and his slender neck turned towards the pavilion.

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

"No! This is a scam!"

The wise masters were stunned and hurriedly fled.

However, it was too late.

Swish!

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

Puff——

The spear pierced through the mercenary's body and pierced the slave soldier's chest.

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

The situation of the negotiation was instantly in chaos.

Rhaenyra's purple eyes were sharp, staring at the mature woman who was fleeing in embarrassment, and pulled out the sword at her waist with one hand.

Clang~~

The light of the kingdom was unsheathed, and the pattern of the sun carved shone with cold light.

"Haha, don't run."

Aegon was excited and gave an order: "Dragon Flame, Sun Flame!"

"Hiss!"

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

At the same time.

The glutton took off, carrying Rhaegar to fly high in the sky, and sprayed dragon flames on the chaotic mercenary group.

Syrax followed closely and attacked the slave soldiers on the city wall.

"No! Don't!"

"Run away, someone is rebelling."

"..."

Inside the city, a fire suddenly broke out, and there were cries of fighting.

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

...

The sky gradually darkened, and the sun set.

Astapor.

"Hiss..."

Syrax stood on the top of the city, intimidating the countless slaves who bowed their heads and worshiped.

The city was filled with smoke, and two dragons soared in the sky.

Rhaegar was next to the dragon, and five thousand Unsullied stood upright under the city.

"Unsullied, step forward!"

Rhaegar held a whip and shouted.

Swish!

Five thousand Unsullied heard the sound and moved forward in unison.

Rhaegar wiped his bloody cheek and shouted: "You have been slaves all your lives, and you are freed today!"

The Unsullied looked numb and raised their heads slightly.

Rhaegar threw the whip off the top of the city wall and said boldly: "Anyone can leave freely and will not be harmed, I promise!"

The eyes of the Unsullied, like a pool of stagnant water, fluctuated, and they couldn't believe their ears.

Perhaps, it was another test of the slave owner's loyalty.

"Hiss..."

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

Rhaegar looked straight ahead, clenched his fists and hit his chest, shouting: "Ancient Valyria once enslaved life, they were destroyed!"

"Astapor enslaved life, and today it ushered in ruins!"

"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, for Rhaegar Targaryen I!"

"Today, as a free body!"

"..."

Silence!

Dead silence, you can hear a pin drop.

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

Suddenly, several figures walked out of the city gate.

Grey Worm, wearing ragged clothes and holding a three-spiked black helmet under his armpit, walked forward step by step.

The remaining few people, either wearing black armor or carrying broken shackles.

With solemn faces, they walked towards the army of the Unsullied.

One step, two steps...

When they were less than a hundred meters away, Grey Worm suddenly turned around and knelt on one knee:

"Rhaegar I of Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler and Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Only True Lord of the Narrow Sea, the Pioneer of the Disputed Lands, the Breaker of Shackles, the Shepherd of Dragons..."

The endless prefixes overshadowed the great achievements of the time.

Grey Worm looked fanatical and said devoutly: "Where your sword points, we swear to move forward!"

Clatter...

The rest of them knelt down and threw away the shackles and chains like old shoes.

Rhaegar looked down silently, pulled out his true flame and raised it high, shouting only one sentence: "Blood and fire come from the same source!!"

"..."

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

Dongdong!

A figure stepped out and struck the ground with a spear.

Like a spark, it ignited the prairie fire of the whole army.

Swish!

More and more Unsullied stepped out and struck the ground as if to vent.