Chapter 547: Valyrian Steel Sword Scarlet Maker
Chapter 547 Valyrian Steel Sword—Scarlet Maker
The next day, morning came.
Swish!
The army of five thousand Unsullied marched out of the city, sending up smoke and dust along the way.
Behind him is Astapor, with a few green smoke floating in the air.
"one two three……"
Thousands of slaves broke free from their shackles and worked together to knock down the huge bronze harpy statue on the city wall.
Boom——
The harpy statue collapsed, and the bronze fragments shattered all over the sky.
"Hiss-"
Amidst the joyous celebrations of the slaves, the dark dragon roared past.
Rega lowered his head and took a look, feeling relieved in his heart.
Thousands of sages, big and small, along with their flesh and blood relatives, were hanged on the execution platform.
They sold slaves during their lifetime and enjoyed the wealth brought by slaves.
The moment the city was broken, it encountered the backlash of the slaves.
"Astapor's is a thing of the past."
Rhaegar murmured softly.
The wise masters were all destroyed and the slaves were liberated.
When the war was over, the craftsmen, scholars and other talents were packed away, leaving behind a dilapidated and decadent city-state.
He will not rule here, Slaver's Bay is beyond the Iron Throne's jurisdiction.
For this reason, Slaver's Bay will surely be eliminated from history.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss..."
Syrax and Yang Yan flew out one after another to escort the Second Son Regiment and the maritime fleet respectively.
The three city-states of Slaver's Bay are evenly arranged in a line from south to north.
Astapor was defeated, and the army moved north to join Daemon of Yunkai.
Rega glanced at it, wiped the space necklace with his fingertips, and took out a colorless glass potion.
When it is warm, it feels like a bottle of transparent mucus.
Rhaegar sniffed slightly, his blood boiling unconsciously.
"The smell of danger."
Rega's eyes flashed slightly and he said cautiously: "Another masterpiece of a wizard."
The potion was found from the wise master, and there was a familiar strange feeling all over his body.
Slaver's Bay really spent a lot of money to deal with the Iron Throne.
…
Yunkai.
The city walls collapsed and fire spread.
"Run, the dragon is coming!"
"You are so reckless, you are not allowed to escape!"
"..."
Thick black smoke rose into the sky, and the slave soldiers dispersed and fled for their lives.
"Hiss... Ga..."
The scarlet dragon shadow passed through the thick smoke, and with a sharp sound like a sonic wave, its huge body suddenly fell.
"Attack, Colachu!"
Damon's voice was cold, like a god from above, overlooking the ants scurrying on the ground.
"Dragon! Run!"
"No no no..."
Corakxiu's eyes flashed with cruelty, his body as slender as a snake stepped over the ruins, and the scarlet dragon flames spat out as if they were free of money.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"
The mercenaries in the city were extremely bold, hiding behind buildings and shooting bows and arrows.
Crackling...
Thousands of arrows were fired together, and arrows rained down like rain.
Damon raised his head slightly and calmly faced the sharp arrows that were as dense as a tide.
boom!
Corak Xiu opened his scarlet dragon wings to wrap up the driver as if he had a tact with his heart, and the arrows clanked against the wing membrane.
"Leave no one behind, Colakho!"
There was a smile on Damon's lips, and his eyebrows were full of rebelliousness.
A mere slave city-state dared to resist the Dragon Family.
Wuwuwu——
A blast of horns sounded, and the siege officially entered a fever pitch.
The army carrying three red dragon and blue seahorse flags rushed into the inner city and killed all the slave soldiers who dared to block it.
"retreat!"
Seeing that the arrows were useless against the dragon, the mercenary's eyes were splitting, and he abandoned his bow and crossbow warehouse and fled in panic.
"..."
The battle lasted for several days.
The city-state was reduced to ruins, and bloodthirsty giant insects slept soundly on the ashes.
…
The sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly.
Yunkai, Glory Square.
"Hiss... Ga..."
Corakxiu's eyes were piercing, and he lay on the pile of corpses and screamed loudly.
Wow…
Thousands of benefactors knelt on the ground, their eyes as numb as animals whose backs had been broken.
"You have enslaved slaves and deprived others of their freedom."
Damon was riding on the back of a dragon, his expression calm as usual, and he listed all the crimes one by one.
The black steel armor is full of scars, and the slightly messy silver-gold hair hangs down on his shoulders.
You don’t need to look carefully to know that it has been a bloody battle.
When the good people heard the sound, they buried their heads lower, and some even sobbed softly in fear.
Of the three city-states in Slaver's Bay, Yunkai is the weakest.
Meereen occupies the largest area, trades all over the world, and has a population greater than the other two city-states combined.
Although the city-state of Astapor is small, it has the prestigious Unsullied Legion.
In the history of Qohor, there was a glorious record of 3,000 Unsullied repelling the attack of 50,000 Dothraki.
He even beheaded the Dothraki cavalry Kaa.
In contrast, Yunkai, which relies on slave soldiers and mercenaries for defense, is really not strong enough on paper.
For half a month, they faced high-intensity attacks from the scarlet dragon.
Finally unable to withstand the pressure, the city-state was burned to the ground.
Damon put his hands on the dragon's saddle and said calmly: "I am a merciful person and can forgive the sins you have committed."
Suddenly, the good people's eyes gleamed, for fear of hearing wrongly.
Dai Meng had a calm expression on his face, and his words were full of bewitching: "Whoever wants to live must pay money to the dragon. Everyone has a share."
Bang bang...
The soldiers with three red dragon clan emblems engraved on their breastplates carried boxes one by one with gentle pats of their hands.
"Put your money inside."
The corners of Damon's lips curled up.
The benefactors looked at each other, not expecting that there would be an operation of buying lives with money.
But if you can live, who cares about three thousand and twenty-one.
He hurriedly took out the money and paid the capitation fee.
The money to buy a life is very expensive, and many small philanthropists have to spend all their money to pay for it.
Damon sighed softly and pretended to be considerate: "If you don't have money, you can use your slaves as collateral."
By the way, supplementing craftsmen, doctors, and scholars is more expensive, while bed slaves, hard laborers, old, weak, women, and children are relatively cheap.
The good masters did not care about the many slaves and handed over all the slaves they identified.
Damon did nothing and made a lot of money.
Collecting wealth and absorbing the population are the real benefits that war deserves.
Tyrosh is too backward and needs this money and talent.
Strip away these benefits, and Yunkai will quickly decline and no longer pose a threat.
After being delayed for a long time, the high-quality slaves basically had time.
In the end, more than 60% of the benevolent owners paid the head money and retreated back to the pyramid with the few remaining slaves.
Damon glanced at the hundreds of meters of benevolent people who had failed to buy their lives. He showed no mercy and said solemnly: "Dragon Flame, Corak Xiu!"
"Hiss!"
The good people had no time to escape, and the bloodthirsty giant insects rushed forward, and the scarlet dragon flames rained down on their heads.
"No! I curse you!"
"It's so hot, it's burning..."
The good masters wailed sadly, those who escaped were killed by the surrounding soldiers, and the rest were all buried in the dragon flames.
Daemon's eyes were calm, and he looked at a silver-haired and dark-skinned sailor, and ordered: "Use the Velaryon family's ship to send this batch of money and slaves back to Tyrosh."
Adam had a sullen face and said nervously: "Prince, it is during the war..."
The fleet cannot be transferred back privately in order to fight the war.
"Don't make me repeat it a second time, bastard!"
Damon spoke in a bad tone and gave a warning: "Send the things back, or I will send a message to the sea snake to get up from the bed and roll to Slaver's Bay."
After saying that, he shook the blood-stained cloak behind his back.
Korakxiu gnawed on a charred corpse and slowly drove the driver away.
Adam's eyes dimmed and he told his companions to follow the order.
When he turned his head, he looked at the back of the scarlet dragon, with a hint of envy that could not be concealed.
The remaining slaves in Yunkai were in tears.
Worry about how to live in the future.
…
On the other side, the Dothraki grass sea.
The sun hung high in the sky, and the gentle breeze blew away the stench of horse manure.
In the endless sea of grass, the green grass is like a thick blanket.
When horses walk on it, everything you see is sky blue and grass green.
"Xuxu~~"
A Dothraki tribe trampled across the grass, creating a winding mud path.
This nomadic tribe has a population of more than tens of thousands, and each person has a lot of food. They are obviously not wealthy.
The tribal Kaa, with a solemn face and a waist-length braid covered with bells, rode in the lead.
"Laokao, the wheels of the carriage are stuck in the mud again."
A scar-faced Blood Alliance guard arrived on horseback, his tone mixed with impatience.
Rao glanced back and saw the tribal warriors dismounting from their horses and pushing carts. He said in a low voice, "The Holy Mother Mountain is right in front of us. I will ask the priestess to divine the climate."
The Sea of Grass is vast and occupies a large area of fertile land in the center of Essos continent.
The climate is warm, but the rainy season is variable.
Scarface had a bad look on his face and said roughly: "We should just run directly to Slaver's Bay. Going to Qohor is totally unnecessary."
There weren't many Goatmen villages and towns along the way, so they couldn't get enough supplies.
Otherwise, the tribe would not have starved so many people.
Rao's face was expressionless, his palm touched the scimitar at his waist, and he stared at death.
Scarface was still rambling, but he suddenly noticed Kaa's eyes and choked the words back in his throat.
In Dothraki tradition, the majesty of Khal is inviolable.
If you dare to offend, you will have to fight to the death.
"Push the wagon out of the mire and find a place with water to rest."
Rao saw that he was interested and issued the order in a deep voice.
"yes."
Scarface didn't dare to disobey and retreated angrily.
…
In a blink of an eye, it’s noon.
The Dothraki tribe found a water source and jumped off their horses happily.
call--
A shadow enveloped the stream, and a fishy wind smelling of mutton swept across it.
Rao suddenly raised his head, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Hiss!"
A huge dragon with mud-colored scales and a ferocious and ugly appearance passed over the head.
"Dragon!" Rao said with difficulty.
On the back of the ugly mud dragon, a silver-haired figure turned its head.
Rao had excellent eyesight, and he glanced at the silver light.
That's the reflection of silver hair under the sun.
"Stay away, you sheep thief."
Aemond glanced down, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
"Hiss!"
The sheep thief's nose flapped, smelling the sheep from the smell of horse manure, and he hesitated to leave.
"Huh?" Aemond stared with one eye.
The sheep thief was reluctant and left angrily after a while.
Aemond snorted coldly and glanced at the Dothraki tribe for the last time full of covetousness.
Swish——
With a touch on the waist, a one-handed sword was unsheathed.
The blade is slender, with Valyrian steel's unique water ripples all over it, and a slender blood groove cut in the middle.
The hilt of the sword is a foot long, shaped like a dragon's tail, with black scales and feathers.
The sword is a ferocious dragon head, based on the shriveled head of a sheep thief.
The whole one-handed sword symbolizes the dragon's mouth snatching food.
Celine huddled in his arms and looked very unhappy, especially when she saw the sword.
Aemond didn't care at all. He watched carefully with his one eye and muttered to himself: "The craftsmen of Qohor are indeed worthy of their reputation."
The crab claws of the Celtigar family disappeared.
Instead, it was replaced by the Valyrian steel sword of the Targaryen family.
——Scarlet Maker
