Author: Xiashan Tianshi

As the most powerful Khal on the Dothraki grasslands, Drogo has the most powerful Khal (the Dothraki tribe).

At the same time, he also has his own pride. For his opponents, the Dothraki rarely uses conspiracy. He prefers to kill the opponent with the scimitar in his hand. This has been verified countless times in thousands of years of history.

So when he learned that Aegon would appear in Slaver's Bay, he had only one idea: to go to Slaver's Bay to destroy the opponent's troops and then plunder them.

Viserys still wanted to ask Drogo to think carefully, but was stopped by the merchant from Pentos who raised his hand:

"Look at Khal Drogo's braid. The Dothraki would cut off the braid after losing a battle, and Drogo's braid is so long, which is enough to prove his power!

You have to believe that Khal Drogo will bring you victory!"

Seemingly knowing what Viserys was thinking, he continued to add:

"Your Majesty the King, I still need to remind you that there is no business in the Dothraki world. If you want to get the crown, you must first become friends with them and then wait for them to give you the crown."

Viserys stopped talking when he heard this.

On the blue sea, a group of merchant ships draped in Reese flags were slowly sailing toward the distant bay.

Daenerys Targaryen is training her unique sword skills on the deck.

Aegon directly asked Belwas to teach Daenerys some neat killing techniques.

After all, among everyone present, no one is better at killing than him.

"Ugh~"

Rislin lay on the side of the boat and retched into the sea for a while.

She became seasick whenever she encountered rough seas, and she vomited all over the place.

"We're going to Astapor soon, and you'll be free soon!" Aegon leaned to the side and smiled at the other party.

"Thank you for your kind words, but do you really think you can return to the Seven Kingdoms and take back the Iron Throne with just these soldiers you purchased?"

Rislin had listened to Aegon and the others' analysis of the situation, and knew that if the Seven Kingdoms really wanted to organize their armies, they could still mobilize around 400,000 retired soldiers.

Not to mention the 10,000 Unsullied he wants to buy in Slaver's Bay this time, even if you double it several times, it won't work very well!

Hearing that Raislin still didn't use the honorific title for him, Aegon didn't think anything was wrong, but just emphasized his tone slightly:

"Everything is human-made. You know, just three months ago I didn't even own a ship.

Now I have a thousand Unsullied troops (I bought some more in Braavos), so much gold, and even three dragon eggs."

Although Aegon has managed to survive purely because he has a good backer, who says he can't fight for his background?

Anyway, Aegon didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. He had indeed changed his fate, otherwise he would have died in two years.

When Raislin heard Aegon's words, she cast her amber eyes into the distance and fell into deep thought.

"By the way, I haven't asked you how you were sold to Yunkai?" Aegon asked curiously.

"I was captured by the Dothraki a few years ago and sold as a slave. What's there to ask?"

As nomadic people, the Dothraki could not grow food for themselves, so they spent most of their time burning, killing and looting.

Aegon stopped asking after hearing Raislin's words, because there was a high probability that her relatives had also been killed by the Dothraki, and he would only be exposing her scars by asking her questions.

Astapor is located next to the mouth of the Worm River. A 400-foot-tall step pyramid stands in the center of the city, which is particularly eye-catching.

Aegon's fleet slowly docked in this sinful city, and when the locals saw such a large fleet approaching, they gathered around the shore to watch the excitement.

The local women covered in yellow veils looked at Daenerys, and the unmasked girls like Joanna couldn't help but gathered around them curiously.

Jorah Mormont, as the Princess's Iron Guard, could only keep pushing away the crowd.

Seeing this, Aegon could only ask the Unsullied to protect them and rush to Astapor's Pride Square, where slaves were bought and sold.

There is a red brick fountain in the center of Pride Square. The water in it smells like sulfur. In the center of the fountain is a huge bronze harpy statue, which is twenty feet high.

She has the face of a woman - gilded hair, ivory eyes and sharp ivory teeth. Below is a naked female body, with yellow water gurgling from the heavy breasts. Where the arms should have been, there are things like bats or

It has the wings of a dragon, the legs of an eagle, and a curly and vicious scorpion tail trailing behind it.

This is the symbol of the ancient Empire of Gith, the harpy.

The Empire of Gith was destroyed by the Valyrian people thousands of years ago, but these totems are still preserved by these people.

"Let these stupid pigs and bitches of Westeros look down, I sell meat, not iron! This statue is not for sale." The slave merchant Krazny Mo Nacroz said to the pretender

Missandei, the slave girl who translated, shouted angrily.

The slave owners of Astapor call themselves the Good Masters and are mainly engaged in the trade of the most special slave army in the world - the Unsullied.

Of course they will also train other slaves such as bed slaves, but Astapor's main focus is to train and sell Unsullied.

Krazny looked at the Unsullied guards behind Aegon and grinned: "These purple-eyed barbarians must think that my Unsullied are good enough and know how good our products are before they come to buy them!"

The slave master spoke in ancient Valyrian, and the words were mixed with many slang words commonly used by slave masters. Aegon naturally understood the Valyrian language after learning it, but he still pretended to be at a loss and didn't know what it meant.

He looked at Missandei next to him, waiting for the other party to translate.

"Lord Krazny asked, "You must think our Unsullied are good enough that you want to buy them, right?" For someone who has never been to Westeros, she speaks Common Tongue quite well.

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This girl is about ten years old, with a flat round face, dark skin and golden eyes unique to the Nas people.

Her people are called "peaceful people" and they never use weapons no matter what, so they are regarded as the best slaves.

Aegon shook his head gently:

"My Unsullied army was sent by others, not bought by me. Recently, I just lack a group of slave soldiers to guard the ships. If your price is too high, I will go elsewhere."

"Lord Good Lord, they said they just want to buy an army that can protect them, and they don't want the price to be too high." Missandei turned to tell the slave owner.

Krazny snorted nonchalantly: "How could he come here if he didn't like my Unsullied so sincerely? He obviously doesn't know how perfect the Unsullied are. Tell him how the Unsullied train.

Yes, they are the most perfect warriors in the world."

The weather was very hot, and the sun shone on the red stone bricks, setting off a rolling heat wave. Although Krazny had two twin slave girls behind him, holding up silk-striped parasols for him, his fat body was still flowing.

sweat.

The Unsullied below didn't seem to feel the heat wave, at least they didn't show it at all.

The thousand slaves walked out of the barracks for Aegon's inspection. They lined up in ten rows in front of the fountain and the majestic bronze harpy statue, with a hundred people in each row. They stood upright and straight, with emotionless eyes.

Staring ahead.

They wore nothing but white linen around their waists and conical bronze helmets with a foot-high spike on their heads.

"They were selected from an early age based on their size, speed and strength," Missandei followed Aegon in an orderly manner as she described the training of the Unsullied, just like a shopping guide in a shopping mall.

"And he has been training since he was five years old. He practices from dawn to dusk every day until he is proficient in short swords, shields and three types of spears.

The training was extremely harsh, Your Majesty, and it is a well-known fact that only one of the three boys survived.

There is a saying about the Unsullied: From the day you win the Spiked Helm, the most difficult life is over, and no mission from now on will be as harsh as the original training."
Chapter completed!