Chapter 685 Red Dragon! Red Dragon!
Slaver's Bay, Meereen.
The Great Pyramid.
"Your Majesty, this is the naming day gift prepared for you by the wise masters."
In the throne room, representatives of slave owners from Astapor and Yunkai bowed their heads respectfully.
Elena sat on the throne, still wearing a slit blue skirt with curves.
She liked this kind of dress, which not only showed the queen's demeanor, but also reduced the sense of restraint of clothes.
"Valyrian steel?"
Elena's eyes flickered slightly, and her fingers were wrapped around a necklace with a dragon head pendant.
Looking closely, the chain link was ordinary, but the pendant was a master-level Valyrian steel carving.
It looked a little familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.
The slave owner immediately stepped forward and flattered: "Only the treasures from ancient Valyria can be worthy of the blood of the noble dragon."
"It's a very good gift, showing sincerity."
Elena smiled and put the necklace back into the box.
Since the lost red dragon was captured, the news has spread quietly.
Not only the great lord of Meereen has become completely honest, but even the wise and kind lords of the other two slave city-states have become more obedient.
The originally shaky rule is surprisingly unbreakable.
However...
Elena glanced at the bald wizard in the corner of the hall and frowned slightly.
The dragon taming plan has not been completed yet.
The only remaining red-robed wizard cannot control the red dragon, and he makes every effort to seek help from Yasha.
Therefore, the slave owners who can't see the queen riding the dragon are gradually suspicious.
They secretly make small moves and premeditatedly target the rule.
As soon as the idea came out, the slave owner representative bowed respectfully and asked with yearning: "Merciful queen, when can you hold a meeting to let the slave bay witness the greatness of the dragon king family."
The implication is that there are dragons or not, let's pull them out for a stroll.
Elena remained calm and said, "Don't worry. Recently, merchants from Quarles often visit Slaver's Bay. We will hold a grand event when the business comes."
"But as far as we know, merchants from Quarles are at war with the Hightower family in Oldtown."
Another short-bearded wise lord dressed in Astapor stood up on one side of the hall and raised questions with a proud look.
Quarles bought a large number of slaves from Slaver's Bay and invested in the invasion of Oldtown.
It was even rumored that a group of slaves were infected with grayscale and were driven to Oldtown to cause chaos.
Now everyone in Oldtown is in danger and has united the entire River Bay to fight back.
When the war will end is still unknown.
"Are you doubting me?"
Elena raised her eyebrows and warned, "If you disrespect the queen, your tongue will be cut off."
The short-bearded wise lord was frightened and explained, "No, we are just looking forward to it."
"Then go back home and wait for news with peace of mind."
Elena was very impolite. She grabbed the box on the maid's tray and turned to leave the hall.
Only a group of slave owners were left looking at each other, daring to be angry but not to speak.
…
The Great Pyramid, the dungeon.
Elena brought the Unsullied to guard her and pushed open the heavy stone door of the dungeon again.
Rumble!
The stone door slowly opened, and the fishy smell that hit her face was very pungent.
Mixed with sulfur and rottenness, it lingered at the tip of her nose and was difficult to dissipate.
"Torch."
Elena's eyes sank slightly, and she took the torch handed over by the Unsullied.
With the dim firelight, she walked into the dark dungeon cautiously.
Whoosh——
As soon as the footsteps sounded, a hot and fishy wind surged from the depths of the dungeon.
Elena's face was tense, and the fingertips holding the torch were a little numb.
When there was no dragon, she dreamed of finding a dragon and reviving the glory of her family.
The experience of several failed attempts to contact the dragon has worn away the courage to face the dragon.
"Roar..."
The dark stone dungeon echoed with a low roar from the squeezed throat.
Elena stared at the front, remembering what her mother-in-law had said before: not to show weakness to the dragon.
"Hiss!!"
The next second, the red dragon flames suddenly gushed out, burning the high ceiling.
A dragon-shaped outline appeared under the light of the fire.
Bright red scales, fine barbs like thorns, pale fangs that could bite through steel...
A red dragon was chained to the corner of the wall, staring with a pair of amber vertical pupils full of malice.
Its appearance was like its mother Dreamfire and two black and blue brothers.
The whole body was bright red in scales and wing membranes, the three pairs of dragon horns and jaw barbs were grayish white, and the dorsal fin was also dark red of similar color.
It looked mighty and majestic, a natural warrior.
"Quiet, Daianlina!"
Elena stretched out a hand and scolded in High Valyrian.
She had learned the binding spell, but she had not mastered the fire magic in her blood.
Using High Valyrian to tame a dragon was a reasonable substitute.
"Hiss!!"
The red dragon was irritable and irritable, and it roared fiercely at the silver-haired woman with its dragon mouth wide open.
Rejecting the comfort of High Valyria, and not agreeing with the name given by the other party.
Elena was terrified, and her face changed slightly.
The red dragon's amber vertical pupils observed carefully, and it instantly spread its wings and pounced forward, and the chain around its neck creaked.
The ferocious dragon mouth could not touch the other party, and the heat in the mouth completely enveloped it.
Elena's skin was red and hot, and she could no longer bear the physical and mental pressure.
She threw the torch in a panic and retreated quickly along the wall.
Rumble!
When the figure ran out of the dungeon, the heavy stone door slammed shut.
...
At the same time, the arena.
The backstage rest area.
A crew-haired boy squatted in an empty corner, holding a rusty iron sword.
His fair skin was smeared with yellow mud, his dusty stubble was silver, and his body was quite thin.
Shashasha!
A black-haired strong man walked over, sat down, and wiped a wide sword with lemon dipped in salt.
The crew-haired boy took a cautious look and his body tensed up.
He had been locked up in the Grand Arena for a while, and there was cannibalism everywhere.
Slaves were not as pitiful as imagined, but there was the law of the jungle where people stomped on each other.
If it weren't for the ruthlessness in his bones, his butt might have been broken.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not interested in you."
The black-haired strong man didn't even raise his head, and his voice was lazy and tonal.
The crew-haired boy kept his distance and was unwilling to negotiate.
The Grand Arena changed his perception of slaves and the worldview he had shaped over the years.
Before being merciful, first master the power to exercise mercy.
Otherwise, you're just a fool.
"You are Aemon, the boy who came with the female priest?"
The black-haired sturdy man turned his head and glanced at him, looking him up and down as if he was looking at a rare prey.
"Who are you? Do you know Sally?"
Aemon looked up suddenly, and he attached great importance to the middle-aged female priest who helped him all the way.
"I don't know her, a female slave who sells medicine."
The black-haired sturdy man curled his lips and said casually: "You will also go on stage later, remember to sharpen your sword, so as not to pierce your opponent's belly."
After that, he threw away the half-lemon, got up and walked away with the giant sword.
On the way, he also made a sword flower with one hand.
Aemon was half-believing and half-doubting, and picked up the lemon to maintain the blunt sword in his hand.
The other party's appearance was not outstanding, with a vicissitudes of life with a beard and a body full of strong muscles.
No matter what the purpose was, he did not show hostility for the time being.
...
Soon, the duel started in the arena.
Slaves dressed in armor and holding weapons filed out of the open iron gate.
Imon was among them, with only an iron sword on his body.
"He's here too."
He walked through the crowd and saw the black-haired strong man, and slowly moved towards him.
In the audience, the slave owners and merchants who were watching the fight whispered to each other and placed bets on the slaves they favored.
Elena was also there, leaning on the table with a gloomy look.
In the arena, Imon was nervous and looked up at the ugly slave owner.
Suddenly, he noticed Elena holding her forehead with one hand.
"It's her, the old woman."
Imon secretly complained, considering whether to show up.
The two sides met several times, but the process was not friendly.
Besides, a woman who cares about her brother's marriage is not trustworthy.
If you rashly reveal your identity, you may be locked up in a secret room...
Then you will never see the light of day again.
"Boy, stay with me later."
The black-haired sturdy man suddenly rushed over and warned him in a serious tone.
Emon's thoughts flew and he made the most favorable decision: "Okay."
With his small arms and legs, he would definitely not be able to pass this level without someone to protect him.
Ding-ding!
The duel started soon, and the guards struck the gong.
"Ah!!"
The slaves reacted quickly and swung their swords at the people around them.
Instantly, the arena turned into a terrible Shura field.
Emon hesitated for half a second, and a pool of blood splashed on his face.
"Be careful, I can't keep an eye on you all the time."
The black-haired sturdy man roared and rushed into the crowd waving his giant sword.
There are many kinds of swords, which have evolved over time into one-handed swords, two-handed swords, and hand-and-a-half swords.
The most common one today is the hand-and-a-half sword, which combines the strengths of the first two and is suitable for slashing and thrusting.
The giant sword is a branch of the two-handed sword, highlighting a powerful force.
Emon was stunned, looking at the fierce figure of the black-haired sturdy man.
The giant sword was as wide as a palm and 1.8 meters long. It was powerful and could kill people with a single blow.
Wherever the black-haired strong man passed, there was no one who could stand up to him.
Either they were chopped to death or their bones were broken.
Blood splattered everywhere, so fierce that it was outrageous.
Aemon raised a smile and dodged behind him.
Gradually, time came to noon.
The arena was littered with corpses, and only less than one-tenth of the slaves were still standing.
Aemon was one of them, hiding quietly in the corner.
Some people noticed him and thought that the boy would die first.
Unexpectedly, he survived to the end.
Ding Ding!
The guards struck the gong, and the living slaves dragged their tired and injured bodies back to the rest area behind the iron gate.
Aemon walked at the end, not wanting to provoke the murderous guy.
According to the rules of the arena, everyone who survived each game could have a good meal.
No need to be locked up in the dark and damp cell so quickly.
The last moment of entering the iron gate.
Imon turned his head quietly and saw the blue back of Elena leaving the table.
I don’t know what he was thinking.
…
At night, everything was quiet.
The Arena, the underground cell.
Imon was still huddled in the corner, chewing a piece of unfinished baked potato in his hand.
Because he survived, he was temporarily changed to a new cell.
Although it was still damp and cramped, it was not so crowded at least.
Imon raised his eyes and saw the black-haired strong man sleeping soundly with his eyes closed near the small window.
What a good opportunity, he had an idea.
Win over the other party and seek the future.
This was an idea he would never have had before.
The eldest brother, Baeron, and the third brother, Meka, did the most of this kind of thing, winning over their supporters.
He would rather live a carefree life, and only managed his business in Lys and Tyrosh across the Strait, and never bowed down to show respect to others.
Dare to think and do, Aemon gritted his teeth and stood up.
He walked to the window seat, and the night wind happened to blow away the dark clouds, revealing the bright moonlight.
A beam of moonlight fell, shining on the tallest building in Meereen.
Aemon looked up and saw the great pyramid high above.
It was high above, full of oppression to the lower class.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to hear the inaudible roar of a dragon.
Very angry, with fire in my heart.
“What are you looking at?”
