Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 320 Advice

  The Grief Bay under the sunset is calm and beautiful.

  The sky covered the boundless sea, and four extremely small sea ships were slowly heading north.

  A few mischievous dolphins chased the ripples at the stern, making crisp and cheerful calls.

  Under the dim sunlight, Cleopatra was prostrate on the deck, and her weight caused the other end of the huge ship to slightly tilt.

  In fact, when the white dragon tried to land before, the old captain's face was as pale as a corpse soaked in water for three days.

   Fortunately, the weight of the white dragon was still within the bearing range of the sea-going ship, which did not cause it to capsize, but the old captain still asked the sailors to move the cargo to the other end to seek balance.

  Daenerys was full of surprises at the white dragon. She walked around it several times, touched the scales, patted its tail, and kept asking Samwell how he raised it so big.

  Samwell naturally still used the same rhetoric - eat a lot.

   Daenerys was skeptical about this answer.

Her three dragons were also full of curiosity about the huge fellow in front of them. Viserion and Rhaego crawled up and down on Cleopatra, and the white dragon impatiently drove the two little guys off with its tail. But they still continue to climb up.

  The black dragon, Drogon, seemed a bit more stable, just lying on the side of the white dragon's neck, hissing constantly, as if talking to the other party, but unfortunately Cleopatra didn't want to pay attention to it.

  Daenerys asked the maid to bring fresh meat, she took out a piece, held it in the air and shook it.

  Her three dragons stared hungrily, but the white dragon dismissed it, as if the meat was too small.

   "Dracarys," she began, before tossing the meat into the air.

  Drogon's movements were faster than a cobra. It roared and spewed out flames, bright red and orange mixed together, and the meat was scorched before it hit the ground.

  Lego and Viserion also quickly stretched their heads over, each biting a corner of the meat, and began to fight.

"That's the Valyrian word for dragon flame." Daenerys explained the words she had just said to Samwell beside her, "I've been training them, and I chose one that no one would happen to say Password. Your dragon should have a password, too, Sam."

   "Yes." Samwell smiled, "But I'd better not say it, otherwise this ship will be burned by Cleopatra's flames."

  Daenerys smiled, and threw out the rest of the fresh meat to the dragons.

   This time Cleopatra moved her mouth and took away the biggest piece.

  However, this piece of meat is nothing compared to its size.

   "Your dragon doesn't eat much." Daenerys wondered.

   "It was full on the way here and caught several sea fish." Samwell scratched Cleopatra's chin with his hands, and the white dragon narrowed his eyes comfortably.

  Daenerys also came over when she saw this, and lightly touched the scales on the white dragon's chin.

  The gentle sea breeze blows her long silver hair, bringing the smell of laurel and exotic spices.

   "I have loved the sea since I was a child." Daenerys looked at the sparkling golden sea, and said leisurely, "I even thought on a whim that it would be great if I could become a sailor."

   "Because you are 'Stormborn'." Samwell said with a smile.

  He knew that Daenerys was born on Dragonstone Island. At that time, a huge storm came to the world at the same time as her, destroying all the fleets of the Royal Navy and the last hope of the Targaryen family.

"Yes." Seeing Drogon approaching, Daenerys had no choice but to help him scratch his chin, "I also told my brother Viserys this idea, but he grabbed his hair and cursed loudly—" It's a real dragon! Not a smelly fish!"

   "It sounds like you have a grumpy brother."

"Yeah, Viserys is vicious and stupid. But..." Daenerys' eyes flashed with sadness, "but he was just driven mad by reality. When he was very young, he was actually very gentle, and he used to tell me seven The story of the great kingdom, and promised to marry me as his queen after retaking the Iron Throne in the future.

It's a pity that the killers sent by the snatchers made us keep fleeing, from one city to another, from one strange place to another strange place, people welcome us, but when we ask for help, they don't They pretended not to hear...

   They all called their brother Beggar King. "

   "No king's throne has ever been obtained by begging." Samwell commented, "Others can help you, but they can also betray you. Only your own strength is the most reliable."

   "You're right." Daenerys agreed deeply.

  She recalled that the hardships and hardships she had experienced along the way were all because she did not have her own strength.

  If she can have an army, or three adult dragons, she will never be displaced and flee around like before.

   Dragons take time to grow, and armies...

  Daenerys couldn't help but think of Ser Jorah's advice, the Unsullied of Astapor, the slave army.

   "By the way, Sam, your knight told me that you have a gift for me in Astapor?"

   "Exactly."

   "May I ask what the gift is?"

   "Have you heard of the Unsullied?"

   "Of course." Daenerys nodded. "They caused the Dothraki to suffer the worst defeat. Are you going to buy the Unsullied from Astapor and give it to me?"

   "For us." Samwell corrected, "and not for buying, because I don't have enough gold to buy so many Unsullied."

   "Not to buy?" Daenerys tilted her head, "Then why did you give this gift?"

   "Of course it is robbery." A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Samwell's mouth.

   "Root? Did you bring an army?"

   "No, I only brought one dragon with me when I came to Astapor this time."

   "You don't think that Cleopatra alone can conquer Astapor, do you?" Daenerys frowned, suddenly feeling that this Caesar was too arrogant.

  Samwell laughed: "Of course not. It just needs a little trick."

   "What scheme?" Daenerys asked.

   "When you arrive in Astapor, tell the slave master that you are willing to exchange one of your own dragons for all the Unsullied."

   "My dragon? For the Unsullied?" Daenerys immediately refused, "I will never sell my dragon!"

   "Of course I didn't ask you to sell the dragon." Samwell explained, "The dragon is not a slave, so how can you sell it. It's just to trick the slave owners into giving up the command of the Unsullied.

The reason why I don't use my dragon is because it's too big and it will cause the slave owners to be alert. Your dragon is much smaller, and there are three of them. Use one of them to exchange for the Unsullied. This kind of transaction will be credible. .

  Once the slaveholders relinquish command of the Unsullied, all you have to say is the password and let your dragon burn him.

  When the time comes, your dragons will still be yours, and the Unsullied Legion and Astapor will be ours. "

  Daenerys' heart beat violently again, she stared at Samwell dumbfounded, and said after a long while:

   "But... how dare you guarantee that the Unsullied will obey our orders under such circumstances? We have breached our contract, haven't we?"

"Yes, but theoretically speaking, the deal has already been concluded at that time, and the Unsullied are already ours, and they will only obey our command. If you have seen these slave soldiers, you will understand that in the long-term cruel and merciless Under inhumane training, they only know how to obey, and obey unconditionally.

   And more importantly, we will set them free. "

"free?"

   "Yes, freedom. The slave trade is full of crime and blood. According to the laws of Westeros, those slave owners deserve what they deserve. We are just giving them the punishment they deserve on behalf of the gods.

  As for the Unsullied, they will fight for us as free men. "

   "Is this... really feasible?" Daenerys was still shocked by Samwell's bold plan.

   "Of course it's possible." Samwell laughed.

  He suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, because in the original book, this is how Daenerys obtained the Unsullied. He just copied it, but unexpectedly surprised the original owner.

   "Even if something goes wrong. With Cleopatra around, it's not difficult for us to get out." Samwell added.

  Daenerys stared fixedly at Samwell's confident and assertive face, and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind—

   If elder brother Viserys has such wisdom and courage, perhaps he should be the king in Westeros now.

   "Okay!" Daenerys nodded heavily, "Just do as you said! Let's liberate Astapor together!"