Chapter 617: The New Ruler of Slaver Bay

boom--

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and a dark dragon shadow flashed across the sky, and then it crashed to the ground like a meteorite.

"Hiss-"

The glutton's pale green eyes were indifferent, he stretched his neck to look around, opened his huge mouth and roared wildly.

Suddenly, the Green Water River stirred up wind and waves, and the air heated up in vain.

"Gulu~~"

Dozens of ragged orphans swallowed their saliva, their throats dry as they looked at the dark dragon.

"dragon!!"

After waiting for a while, someone shouted, and the crowds on both sides of the river dispersed.

That scene was no less than a great escape.

The glutton showed contempt and slowly crawled towards the driver, standing tall like a mountain.

Sneak attack on the stupid driver?

Absolutely impossible!

Everything happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.

Rhaegar was stunned for a moment, slowly sheathed the black fire, leaned against the big evil dragon and shrugged: "The crisis is over."

The helplessness of the top dragon master, the human and the dragon are connected, and there is no sudden attack at all.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Quill was trembling all over, nervous to face the dragon directly.

He was still in Rhaegar's arms, like a little chicken with its neck shrinking.

"You're being targeted, kid."

Rhaegar let go of the other party and looked at the fleeing figures of the orphans: "Are they the Green Blood River orphans?"

Using one's identity to cover up one's whereabouts is extremely difficult to detect.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that."

Quill gradually regained his senses.

"Assassinate and murder if you can't defeat them. It's the old Dornish routine."

Rhaegar was sarcastic and didn't take it personally.

The despicable methods of the Dornish people are clearly recorded in the history books.

After saying that, he strode towards the lemon grove behind.

"Your Majesty, what should we do with Asshai's ship?"

Quill was impatient at the thought of almost being killed.

"You can go chase it."

Rega didn't look back and said nonchalantly: "Ordinary people can't stop the wizard's methods."

The sailboat and slender figure gave him the impression of being a Shadowbinder.

Even if you ride a dragon to catch up, it will be difficult to eradicate the weeds.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Quill gritted his teeth and chose to follow the king's footsteps.

How safe a dragon can fall from the sky at any time.

…

lemon grove.

"Hululu~~"

The dark green old dragon lay on the ground, its head covered with scars resting on a bush, and snoring like thunder from its rough throat.

"Get up, Uragas!"

Rhaegar walked closer and slapped the old dragon's rough dragon kiss.

I originally wanted to stay one night in Sunspear, but now I have no idea.

Someone hired the Asshai wizard to assassinate the Prince of Dorne, which seriously crossed the line.

He had to return to King's Landing quickly, find the masterminds and vested interests behind the scenes, and send troops to strengthen the naval blockade connecting the straits to the coast of Dorne.

The murderer couldn't escape Bluffs and the other Four Cities Alliance, or the remnants of the Three Daughters of Sothoros.

If they want to fight, they should flex their muscles.

See if the dragon flies in front of them to see if they are still arrogant.

"Your Majesty, are you leaving?"

Quil burst into tears and was very reluctant to give up.

Since the death of his father, Prince Keoulen, the Martell family's control over Dorne has become increasingly weak.

Now it's a direct threat to your family and life, how can you not be afraid.

Rhaegar looked back and saw this kid hiding behind a lemon tree more than ten meters away, pretending to be wiping tears.

Smart children are always good at pretending to be cute.

It's not a disguise for being weak.

Rhaegar slapped the old dragon with one hand and waved with the other: "Come here, I will give you a farewell gift."

Hearing this, Quill's eyes lit up, he overcame his fear of the dragon and ran over.

"roar……"

The old dragon roared at an inappropriate time, and his hot breath rushed out.

Quill's face turned pale, and his legs almost gave out and he fell to the ground.

Rhaegar helped him up and moved away from the sleeping old dragon.

"Your Majesty, what gift?"

Quil's lips trembled, his small eyes fixed on the motionless dark green dragon.

Is it possible that the king wants to leave a dragon to Dorne?

"What a beautiful thought!"

Rega was speechless and took out a blue crystal plate with an inscription on it. "This is an ornament carved with a special gemstone. It can block evil spirits and bewitchment. Keep it for self-defense."

Unlike Targaryen, who has blood magic, Martell is naturally resistant to magic.

A little bewitchment spell made him spin in circles.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Quil accepted the crystal plate like a treasure and immediately hung it around his neck.

After explaining, Rhaegar walked towards the old dragon, intending to wake him up.

boom--

The glutton flew overhead, the dragon wings cast large shadows, and the aura of ashes spread.

"roar!!"

Uragas opened his vertical pupils, got up and used the dragon's tail to sweep a clearing, and lay down lazily again.

This charred patch of woods is good.

Not far from Sothoryos, occasionally returns to hunt Pterosaurs.

There are also lively humans and livestock nearby, and there is more wealth than the lonely days before.

The most important thing.

The old dragon doesn't like dragon-eating species and refuses to live on a piece of land.

"You want to stay here, Uragas?"

Rhaegar frowned, unexpectedly.

"roar……"

The old dragon rubbed the other person with a dragon kiss, resting his chin on the tree trunk buried in ashes, feeling comfortable in the green hell.

It prefers nature to islands with jagged rocks.

"Stay here, you may encounter wild dragons again."

Rhaegar put his forehead against the dragon's kiss and looked directly into the amber pupils.

Unlike ordinary dragons, he was restless and indifferent, but instead showed calm wisdom.

The longer the contact time, the more the old dragon's dusty wisdom became.

"Roar..."

The old dragon roared, obviously not worried.

Rhaegar was in a complicated mood and did not rush to force.

He wanted to find the "white wild dragon" mentioned by the fishermen in the continent of Sothoryos, but the dragon's horn did not work.

If the wild dragon was not a sea smoke fishing at sea, but a real beast.

It proves that the range of wild dragons has expanded to the Summer Sea, and it is not safe for Uragas to stay in Dorne.

Moreover, who knows if someone will try to tame a dragon.

If it succeeds, it will be a loss.

"Roar!"

Uragas seemed to see his thoughts, and the dragon's kiss arched his chest, indicating the dragon's horn in the space necklace.

The two sides established a tenuous connection with the help of the dragon-hunting tool.

It would not allow a human like a small insect to approach.

Rhaegar was still reluctant.

There were more than twenty dragons in the family, and the Dragon Caves of King's Landing and Dragonstone were a little crowded.

After losing their drivers, Vhagar and Sea Smoke had been wandering.

If Uragas continued to be in the wild, what was the difference between that and staying in Sothoryos?

"Your Majesty!"

Just thinking about it, a guard hurried over.

One of them held an envelope in his hand, ignored Prince Quell who was looking at him, and handed it to the Kingsguard Belis.

Belis looked solemn, opened the envelope and confirmed that it was correct, and then handed it to the king.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, and he took out the letter to check.

After reading it carefully, his face suddenly became solemn.

"The ruler of Slaver's Bay!"

The letter came from King's Landing, and wrote the intelligence of Qohor and Slaver's Bay respectively.

The former won the battle, so there was nothing to say.

The latter suddenly appeared a new ruler who integrated the Slaver's Bay and detained the visiting Tyran.

"The territory of the ancient Ghis Empire always trips up the ancient Valyria."

Rhaegar gritted his teeth secretly and whistled to the sky.

"Hiss--"

The glutton waited for a long time and slowly landed on the ground.

Rhaegar climbed on the dragon's back and took a last look at the old dragon who was reluctant to get up: "I will find you a rider."

Let's live in the lemon forest first.

If there is really an invasion of wild dragons, it can also serve as a warning.

He has to return to King's Landing.

The battle of Qohor was won, and the pattern between the three continents changed immediately.

...

Slaver's Bay.

Meereen, the Great Arena.

"Oh, good fight!"

"Push hard, smash this country bumpkin..."

"..."

Thousands of people surrounded the audience seats, cheering for the "duel" off the field.

The wide arena was specially covered with muddy quagmire.

Two figures rolled in the mud, punching each other.

To be precise, one side was punching the other side.

"Haha, poor curly lion."

A rough and strong man with a height of six and a half feet, purple hair, and layers of women's skirts twisted his butt.

"Hehe~~"

A blond figure was lying in the mud, his head and face were covered with mud, and he was panting miserably.

"Come again, idiot!"

The purple-haired man was called Recharino Reinden, a famous pirate.

In the first battle of the Stepstone Islands, he had formed an alliance with Prince Keoren of Dorne and forced Daemon, who could not stand the barrenness of the island, to retreat.

He briefly occupied the Stepstone Islands and became the king.

Recharino grabbed the blond figure and punched him twice in the stomach, making him spit acid.

He raised his hand and shouted, patting the plump breasts under the woman's skirt.

He is a tall and strong man, but he has a delicate heart.

In the audience.

A beautiful girl in a fur skirt and silver-blonde braids sat and tasted the rare red grapes.

"Madam, you are too much to my brother!"

Beside her, Tyran looked unreasonable and couldn't sit still.

In the arena below, Recharino pulled up the blond figure again and pressed him into the mud to bathe.

"Woo woo~~"

Jason Lannister raised his face hard and was about to give up: "Let me go, I'll give you money."

Seven Gods!

He just followed his brother to the Slaver's Bay to do business, and took back the colony that the king promised to grant.

How could a duke of a realm be abused like this?

"Madam, isn't that enough for you?"

Seeing his brother suffer, Tyran couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and defended him as the second son.

The silver-haired girl turned her head, knocked the branch-like scepter on the ground, and said unhappily: "Watch your address, Lord Tyran."

Tyran's voice choked, and he spoke with difficulty: "Queen, Her Majesty the Queen of Meereen."

The brother really deserves to die for saying such a conscienceless thing.

The two brothers were born only five minutes apart, but they were treated very differently.

Sometimes he wondered if he was the one who was born first, but the midwife made a mistake.

The silver-haired girl raised her chin slightly and pretended to be majestic: "Let him go, Recharino."

It can be seen that the change of identity was a bit sudden, and he has not yet adapted to the power of the superior.

"Okay, Your Majesty!"

Recharino looked shy, twisted his waist as thick as a bucket, and pulled the sluggish Jason out of the quagmire.

Tylan saw this and argued: "Your Majesty, we are here for a peaceful exchange."

How can you say that you can beat someone like this.

Too much!

"It didn't hit you, Lord Tylan?"

The silver-haired girl frowned slightly and said reasonably: "You are a gentleman with modesty and courtesy, but your brother is stupid and arrogant and should be punished."

As soon as they met, he called her a bastard and wanted to divide the land that was finally integrated.

Going back three hundred years, this stinking guy was not even qualified to feed the dragon.