Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Viserys was furious to learn that Rhaegar was acting secretly.

After a few days apart, the worries in my heart became heavier day by day.

If I had known Rhaegar was so stubborn, I really shouldn't have revoked his military power.

"Rhaega, you are starting to worry me too."

Viserys sighed with worry in his heart.

Dong Dong——

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Viserys replied without looking up.

The door opened and Otto walked in.

Viserys glanced at him and asked, "Is something wrong?"

He now wants to calm down alone for a while.

"Your Majesty, news from the Riverlands."

Otto looked solemn: "Blackwood and Bracken disobeyed the king's orders. Sir Harwin collaborated with the Tully family to lead troops to intimidate them, but they were insulted by both families."

"Endless trouble!" Viserys said bitterly.

Otto continued to report: "There was an armed conflict between the two sides. Sir Harwin fought bravely and defeated both armies in one fell swoop, making him famous in the riverlands."

"This is a good thing. It has greatly weakened the arrogance of the two families."

Viserys said in surprise.

Otto shook his head and said complicatedly: "After the victory, Old Tully insisted on holding a celebration banquet, but was attacked by the Bracken family. The eldest son died in the turmoil."

"Damn it, what's going on on the front line?"

Viserys was shocked. He didn't expect that the Bracken family would dare to attack and kill the lord.

Otto sighed: "The army at Riverrun suffered heavy losses. Lord Leonor was seriously injured. Sir Harwin led his army to resist and retreated to Harrenhal for defense."

The battlefield takes place in the wilds between Riverrun and Harrenhal.

After the sneak attack, House Bracken blocked the army's retreat to Riverrun.

Harwin had no choice but to lead his army back to Harrenhal, where he was besieged by House Bracken.

also.

The Farmers' Union is also rioting in the Riverlands and is gaining momentum.

Undoubtedly, this is hugely bad news.

After Viserys learned the details, anger rushed to his forehead, and he shouted loudly: "Damn Bracken, they are going to rebel!"

With that said, he stood up and went out to hold a royal meeting.

Just after taking two steps, an unnatural blush appeared on his face, and a feeling of dizziness filled his brain.

Viserys' legs weakened and he was about to fall down.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Otto had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported him.

"Otto..."

Viserys managed not to faint, and gritted his teeth and said: "Convene a royal meeting to discuss the attack on the Blackwood and Bracken families."

Him, Viserys I.

The rebellious family must pay the due price!

…

One of the three female kingdoms, Tyrosh.

"Shoot, aim at the dragon..."

"Run away..."

In the empty sky, two giant dragons circled, spitting out dragon flames.

Tyrosh's garrison is sufficient, with more than a hundred scorpion crossbows placed in various towers to counter the dragon's aerial suppression.

"Hiss-"

The glutton roared angrily, gliding nimbly over the city-state, and the dragon flames bombarded every tower with precision.

The gray shadow followed closely behind, spitting out dragon flames like fireballs, hitting the garrison emerging on the street.

Tyrosh is rich in mercenaries, and there is an impenetrable black wall surrounding the city-state.

It can be said to be the city-state with the most martial virtues among the Three Women Kingdoms.

pity.

The mercenaries and garrison could not withstand the dragon flames.

No black wall can stop the flying dragon.

The bombing lasted two hours.

Tyrosh was purged by dragon flames.

The wealthy businessmen who did not hide in the air-raid shelters fled in all directions, driving slaves to clear the way.

boom--

A burst of dragon flames bombarded the tower next to it. The tower collapsed suddenly, and rubble fell down in a splatter.

"ah!……"

The gravel crushed the slave to death, and also crushed the wealthy businessman who was yelling to death.

Blood and fire mark every corner of Tyrosh.

Rhaegar rode on the back of the dragon, overlooking the wailing tragedy below.

Tyrosh is different from Lys and Myr. He has a strong defensive force and cannot break through alone.

He could only destroy the city-state's buildings as much as possible, but could not free the slaves inside.

"Glutton, let's go!"

The city-state was completely destroyed, and Rhaegar was satisfied and planned to leave.

Riding a dragon and flying to the sea.

When passing by the black wall of the inner city, a group of black-armored soldiers shouted loudly.

"Ready, throw the spear!"

Under Rhaegar's condescending gaze, the black-armored soldiers threw their spears with all their strength.

The spear was thrown from a height of less than a hundred meters.

Flying into the air, he fell weakly without even touching the glutton.

The black-armored soldier did not give up and continued to shout: "Prepare bows and arrows for the second round!"

This group of soldiers seems to have only spears and bucklers.

I don’t know where the bows and arrows came from, and the soldiers’ posture when drawing the bows and shooting arrows was wrong.

Rega looked bored and said calmly: "Dragon Flame!"

The glutton turned around and swooped down, breathing out dragon flames.

boom--

Under the green dragon flames, the black-armored soldiers were burned to death.

Just when Lei Jia thought it was over, another wave of black-armored soldiers appeared.

There were about a thousand people, dragging in a dozen scorpion crossbows, quickly filling the steel spears, aiming at the glutton and preparing to shoot.

"Hiss..."

A gray shadow appeared from the side, and the dragon flames fell mercilessly, killing hundreds of soldiers in an instant.

The weird thing is.

The survivors did not run away, but put up their bucklers without fear of death to buy time for the soldiers controlling the scorpion crossbows.

Seeing this incredible scene, Rhaegar frowned deeply: "The Unsullied?"

He could only think of the Unsullied Legion trained by Astapor for this numb, fearless war machine.

"They are also a group of pitiful people who have lost themselves since childhood."

Rhaegar whispered to himself and gave the order: "Quick fight, Dragon Flame!"

The life of the Unsullied is already painful and sad.

It's better to end it.

"Hiss-"

The glutton stayed in the air on the black wall, the dragon's kiss opened wide, and the dragon flame spurted out.

In the blink of an eye.

Thousands of Unsullied people who had high hopes were buried in the sea of ​​​​fire, leaving only a charred land.

Tick ​​tick tick...

The dragon flames were still spitting out, and the solid black wall gradually melted, with dark solution dripping from the top.

Rhaegar saw clearly and became interested in the material of the black wall.

According to ancient records, the dragon kings of Old Valyria mastered blood magic and fire magic.

Castles similar to Dragonstone, the inner city black wall of Tyrosh, the large black wall of Volantis...

They are all black dragon stones created by magic and mastered by the dragon kings.

Hence, the Freehold period.

The buildings of the Dragon Kings are very majestic. Regardless of their hardness or gorgeous appearance, they are unparalleled in the world.

Rega was a little envious and said softly: "If I knew this kind of magic, wouldn't the dragon's lair be rebuilt as soon as it was rebuilt?"

"Hiss..."

The glutton's dragon roar broke his fantasy and brought him back to reality.

Rhaegar smiled helplessly: "Let's go, man."

The Three Women's Kingdom has been burned down without missing a beat, it's time for a triumphant return.

Gluttony licked his nose, then flew him in a circle towards the Stone Step Islands.

The gray shadow playfully spit out dragon flames and blasted the black wall several times.

Seeing that the effect was not great, he followed the glutton's trajectory and left in a panic.

…

Reese.

One night passed, and Lissandra Rogar, who had sneaked out of Tyrosh, finally returned to Lys.

While at sea, he saw black smoke rising over Rees from a distance.

Enter the harbor and look around at the burning hulks.

Lissandra's expression was dull, and he seemed to be in a daze.

Rhys is destroyed!

Instead of going to Tyrosh, the dragon invaded Lys.

"Hurry to the shore, my family, my bank!"

Lissangzhuo screamed hoarsely, the green veins on his forehead jumped violently, and he fell into endless anger and panic.

Rogal Bank is a family business.

The vault holds savings from around the world.

If these were gone, the Luo Jiaer family would be gone too.

He would be whipped to death by the people of Lys, and the family would be vengeful by depositors around the world.

By then, everything is ruined!

After stopping the boat and docking, Lisangzhuo rushed ashore like crazy and ran towards the family station.

Along the way, many slaves fled and escaped on the surviving ships in the port.

"Look, this is the Governor of Reese!"

"Governor Reese is here!"

The embarrassed Lissandra was recognized by the slaves and was immediately surrounded by slaves driven by hatred.

"Kill! Kill all these cheap bones for me!"

Lissandra lost his former grace and raised his whip to hit the Unsullied who were guarding him.

The Unsullied lowered his head and muttered: "Yes!"

Swish, swish, swish...

Five hundred Unsullied came ashore one after another and surrounded Lisangzhuo, setting up spears and bucklers to form a human wall.

All slaves who dared to attack were killed by the Unsullied.

At this time, the power of the Unsullied was revealed.

No matter how many slaves besiege them, they are just sending them to death.

Under the protection of the Unsullied, Lissandra fought his way back to Logar's bank and headquarters.

The bank had already been smashed by slaves who vented their anger.

After finally entering it, the vault had been emptied long ago, and the empty words had echoes.

Luo Jiaer collapsed immediately, covered his face with his hands, knelt down and wailed: "No!!"

At this moment, he had already seen the fate of his tragic death.

"Brother, you are finally back."

Rosander Rogar ran in and looked at Lissandra with tears streaming down his face.

He had been hiding in the dugout.

He didn't dare to come out to check the situation until Rhaegar led his army and the dragon to leave.

Take a look.

The family mansion was not completely plundered, nothing valuable was found, and everything worthless was burned down.

Even the horses in the stable had their necks chopped off.

Leave no money at all.

Get rid of the slaves and hurry to the bank.

The first thing I saw was my brother wailing in pain.

"Brother, the dragon attacked Reese, and slaves in the whole city are rebelling. What should we do?"

Sandro screamed and begged.

When Lissandra heard this, he raised his head blankly and smiled miserably: "What can I do? It's better to die."

In this situation, life is worse than death.

Click——

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange phenomenon on the stone roof above his head, and a piece of ceiling became loose.

Lissandra heard the sound and raised his head blankly.

The next second.

Boom——

A one-meter-square stone slab fell and hit Zhong Sangzhuo by accident.

Just hearing a click, Lissandra's bones shattered and he was instantly smashed into a pulp.

Blood splashed onto Sandro's cheek, making him widen his eyes and tremble in disbelief: "Brother!!"

Suddenly, a group of slaves rushed into the bank, shouting: "Fight for freedom and kill the exploiters of Rogar!"

Sandro immediately turned around, scrambled to pick up the whip from the pile of meat, and ordered the Unsullied to fight back.

"Kill them, kill these damn slaves and bastards!"

The Unsullied looked at the whip in Sandro's hand with numb expressions.

Astapor's training methods.

The Unsullied are men with whips in hand.

"Quick, kill him!"

Sandro swung his whip vigorously, pointed at the group of slaves and roared.

Swish…

The Unsullied obeyed the command, formed a shield formation, and blocked the slave.

The slaves were frightened and dared not come forward.

Seeing this, Sandro breathed a sigh of relief, whipped the Unsullied one after another, and scolded: "Come on, you eunuchs, you will have the same fate as these slaves!"

The whip cracked on the Unsullied One.

Blood splattered and pieces of flesh flew everywhere.

The Unsullied stood motionless, allowing himself to be whipped.

The slave group was dumbfounded and shouted: "Why do you listen to him? The breaker of shackles gives slaves freedom, so you should resist!"

Phew...

The response was a sharp spear.

The Unsullied line moved forward, stabbing the slaves in the front row with their spears.

Facing the highly trained Unsullied, the slaves were powerless to fight back, and a large number of them were stabbed to death in one attack.

The slaves were no match for them and immediately retreated.

"Haha, kill!"

Sandro laughed wildly and cracked his whip wildly.

Click——

There was another strange noise overhead.

Sandro's body froze, a sense of fear arose, and he slowly raised his head.

Another stone slab was loose and teetering on the edge.

Sandro ran away.

The stone slab fell, hitting Sandro head-on.

With a bang, the head cracked.

The stone slab covered Sandro's upper body, crushing it into a pulp.

Coincidentally, the stone slab was right next to the one that killed his brother.

that's all.

The Rogar brothers died one after another on the ceiling of the family bank.

As soon as Sandro died, the whip in his hand was pressed into the minced flesh by the stone slab and disappeared.

The Unsullied discovered this change.

They all stopped moving, maintaining their shields, and fell into a strange dead silence.

The Unsullied are a group of slave soldiers who have lost themselves.

Without his master to give orders, he froze in place for a while.

Like a robot without power.

The slaves also discovered this, took up weapons and approached the Unsullied, tentatively attacking.

until……

A slave smashed an Unsullied's head with an axe.

Suddenly, the slaves were overjoyed and shouted: "These wooden people are fools. They will not move without their masters. Kill them quickly."

Soon, one by one, the Unsullied died at the hands of slaves, killed without any resistance.

"Haha, if you don't even want freedom, it's better to die."

A burly slave slits the throat of an Unsullied, grinning tauntingly.

Poof——

A spear pierced his chest and took his life.

All the slaves were shocked, thinking that these wooden people would resist.

He focused his gaze on the Unsullied One who thrust out the spear.

Feeling the attention, the Unsullied one pulled out his spear and changed from the posture of the shield to standing upright.

Swish…

The other Unsullied ones followed suit and stood neatly in a queue.

Waited for a while.

The punishment for unauthorized action did not come.

The leader of the Unsullied placed the spear against his chest and took off his black iron helmet with one free hand, revealing a dark brown young face.

There are three sharp spikes on his helmet.

This means that he is a high-ranking officer among the Unsullied, able to lead other One-Spiked and Two-Spiked Unsullied.

Ignoring the frightened slave, he walked towards Sandro's body.

The stone slab is so big that it crushes the flesh and blood into meat patties.

The Unsullied looked down at the bloody scene with an expressionless expression.

My eyes scanned again and again, but I couldn't see the familiar whip.

After several confirmations, he slowly turned around and returned to standing upright.

the only difference.

There was finally a change in expression on that indifferent face.

It was a kind of confusion, relief, fear...

His stiff brain was spinning, thinking about his next plan.

No more slave owners, no more buyers, no more goals.

He didn't want to stand there and be killed without mercy.

The first threat to the Unsullied came from life.

Eventually, he came up with a title he'd heard along the way.

[The Breaker of Shackles]

"Westeros..."

The Unsullied spoke a word in a hoarse voice.

This is also information gained on the road.

If you want freedom, go to Westeros and find the Breaker of Shackles.

The constant struggle in his eyes turned into a look of unprecedented perseverance.

He held his spiked helmet under his arm, struck the buckler with his spear, and said in a trembling voice: "Breaker of shackles!!"

The Unsullied heard the officer's voice, and the numbness in their eyes loosened.

They understand what the title means.

Swish…

As if they had found a new target, they stood in line with their heads held high, their spears hitting their bucklers.

Respond to the officer's will.

The leader of the Unsullied put his spiked helmet back on, his eyes returned to coldness, and he gave the order: "Go to the port and take a boat to Westeros!!"

The Unsullied walked out in unison.

The slaves did not dare to block it and made way for them.