The Yuankai Pier has become a sea of fire.

Screams and cries swirled in the smoke, but no one listened.

Longships weave through fireworks and broken wood, and golden sea monsters on flags dance their teeth and claws in the wind, exuding the smell of death.

Victor Greyjoy stood on the bow of the Invincible Iron, holding a huge horn in both hands, the smoke swirling, twisting, converging, and the red-gold runes on the horn shimmered as if they were breathing.

"The fire festival is complete." The red-robed monk Machiro said. The flame tattoo on his face flickered slightly with the horn runes, and an empty sleeve swayed in the wind.

"Now I'm the master of the Dragon's Horn?" Victor couldn't hide his excitement in his tone.

"Yes." Macchiro nodded firmly, "Whoever blows the trumpet, the dragon will obey your orders." ”

"Good!" Victor nodded in satisfaction.

He looked across the burning dock and saw the city made of yellow bricks and stone on the shore, and said with a little disappointment, "It's a pity that the Dragon Queen has left Yuankai and gone to Meereen. Otherwise, I'll have to share a bed with her tonight. ”

"You'll be soon." "The Lord of Light has shown me your glory in the flames. ”

"Lord of Light......" Victarion caressed the smooth surface of the dragon's horn, and his tone was respectful, "This beautiful sacrifice we offer to two gods at the same time. Let them be reborn in the flames, wash away the filth of the mortal world, and let them go to the palace of flowing water where they will feast and dance until the sea dries up. ”

He put away his trumpet and commanded his hand in a loud voice:

"Set sail, let's go to Meereen!"

The sails gradually opened, and at once they were filled with the fierce sea breeze.

Victarion took one last look at Yuankai, the battle in the city was nearing its end, but it had nothing to do with him, and he had no interest in the yellow-brick city.

All he wanted now was to find the Dragon Queen, marry her, and return to Westeros with her and the three dragons—

In the posture of a king.

……

"How did the Iron People end up in Slaver's Bay?"

Quentin Martell stood on the shore, frowning as he looked at the longships flying the golden sea monster heraldic flags in the distance.

"Who knows." Sir Gehris Dinwatt shrugged, his long golden hair blown by the oncoming heat, "It's not surprising that the Iron Folk have come to Slave Bay to grab a wave of it. ”

"But Slave Bay is too far from the Iron Islands. Did they travel thousands of miles just to burn a dock? ”

"Don't underestimate the wealth of Slave Bay, Your Highness......" As soon as Gary said it, he realized that he had slipped out, but fortunately the people around him didn't notice him.

Quentin is not the prince of Dorne, but a mercenary of the wind-blown group.

The journey to find the Dragon Queen halfway around the world is bound to be full of hardships, pirates, storms, thieves, wars, ...... They had lost three of their companions, and the money they had brought with them was almost spent.

But I still haven't seen the dragon queen.

They follow the news of the Dragon Queen to Quells, only to learn that they have left.

They then sailed to Astapor, only to find that the Dragon Queen had led her army to Yuankai.

When they arrived at Yuankai, they were actually one step slower, and the Dragon Queen had already gone to Meereen.

Thinking back on the hardships and hardships along the way, Quentin couldn't help but feel depressed-

Could it be that the gods are mocking themselves in this way?

But he knew he couldn't give up now.

Because from the mouth of the sailor, he had already learned of the death of his father, Prince Dolang.

It is also known that Dorne is in a state of civil strife.

In the midst of grief, Quentin finally understood his father's explanation in the letter-

Dorne needs dragons.

He must marry the Targaryen princess and get her dragon!

Only then can he save Dorne.

"We must go to Meereen!" Quentin's tone was firm.

"Do you want to get out of the wind and go by yourself?" Sir Gary hesitated.

Slave Bay was in chaos, and it was too dangerous for them to go it alone.

"We have to get out of the wind." Quentin said, "They have accepted the employment of Lord Yuankai to fight against the Dragon Queen, and since I want to marry Daenerys, I cannot be her enemy. ”

Although Daenerys killed all the Mavens in the city and freed all the slaves after capturing Yuankai, unfortunately, as soon as she left, new Mavens sprung up and put the slaves in chains again.

Of course, there was a war of blood and fire, and blood and corpses had covered the streets of the city of yellow bricks.

Quentin's Wind Blowing Regiment was invited by the Maven to "restore order to the Sycoon".

It is foreseeable that the Wind Blowers will also be hired by the Maven and sent to deal with the Dragon Queen.

"Then let's move at night, and we can't alarm anyone." Sir Garris suggested.

When they joined the Wind Blowing Group, they signed a one-year contract, and if they sneak away now, it is actually an act of betrayal.

Quentin pursed his lips and nodded.

He also knew that his actions were not honorable enough, but for the sake of Dorne, he had no choice.

At this moment, a mercenary ran over and said:

"Dorn, summoned by the Commander."

Quentin and Gary looked at each other, bewildered.

Could it be that the commander of the regiment had forethoughtfully discovered that they were about to defect?

"Don't admit anything." Quentin whispered as he walked by.

However, when they came to the huge gray tent of the regiment commander, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Because, there are already dozens of people gathered here, and all of them are Westeros, or at least some people of Westeros descent.

Realizing that he wasn't being targeted, Quentin was relieved.

"Just got the news that the Dragon Queen has captured Meereen." "The Maven have made a decision to declare war on Meereen, expel the Dragon Queen, and restore normal order in Slave Bay. ”

"Then let's fight." One of the mercenaries spoke, "But why did you summon us here?" Do you want us Westeros to be pioneers? ”

"Nope." The Ragged Prince shook his head, "It's our business to fight the Dragon Queen, and as for you, go to Meereen and join the Dragon Queen's side." ”

There was silence in the tent for a moment, but then there was a lot of chatter.

"Are you going to make us spies?"

"Then the Dragon Queen is not a fool, why should she accept us?"

"Why not?" The Ragged Prince asked rhetorically, "Dario of the Raven Regiment killed his companions and surrendered Daenerys, she accepted this chameleon, why didn't she accept you?"

Besides, you are all from Westeros, and don't you feel more at home to her by speaking her native dialect and worshipping her gods?

So don't worry, just follow my orders and go to Meereen, and as for what to do later, I'll send someone to contact you. ”

Quentin Martell and Ser Garris looked at each other and almost burst out laughing.

It suddenly occurred to them that they might be wrong for the gods.

Out of the tent, Sir Garris could not help but whisper:

"Gods bless!"

"Yes, the gods bless Dorne!" Quentin looked to the north and was full of ambition, "Let's embark on a journey to find the dragon!" ”

……

Meereen, the garden on the top floor of the Great Pyramid.

Daenerys Targaryen looked at the lights in the city beneath her feet, and her feelings were complicated.

She has conquered Meereen, the last city-state of Slave Bay.

But at the same time, Yuan Kai fell back into chaos.

No sooner had she left than control of the yellow-brick city fell back into the hands of the slave owners.

That's right, before she left, she did kill all of Yuan Kai's "Maven Lords", but there are still new "Maven Lords" popping up.

Daenerys was both angry and disappointed.

Anger is naturally directed at those slave owners, and as for disappointment, it is directed at those slaves.

She had given them freedom, but now they were willing to submit to those who had put their chains back on them.

Maybe they can't be blamed on all of them.

Daenerys understands that slave owners have the wealth and connections to recruit mercenary groups to help suppress slaves.

But she couldn't lead the army back to Yuankai to re-emancipate the slaves again, because once she left, the newly liberated Meereen would fall into the abyss of the old order—

Just like the previous Yuankai.

Daenerys finally understood why Caesar was adamantly opposed to changing the status quo in Slave Bay.

But she was not reconciled, she still wanted to give it a try......

"Your Majesty, the Green Saintess Gratzdan asks to see you." The maid Kiki whispered.

Daenerys suppressed her thoughts and said, "Bring her here." ”

Grazdan was a gray-haired old woman, dressed in a turquoise robe, and her eyes were full of compassion and wisdom.

"If I am offended, Your Majesty, you look a little tired. Did you sleep well? ”

Daenerys smiled wryly, "It's not good. Three more freedmen were killed last night, and the killer drew a harpy in the victim's blood at the scene. ”

Ever since she conquered Meereen, she has been secretly opposed by an organization calling herself the "Children of the Harpy", threatening the Meereen not to assist the Dragon Queen or be assassinated.

Ser Jorah had always believed that the Harpy Sons had created the old nobles of Meereen, and suggested that Daenerys capture all the old nobles at once.

But Daenerys hesitated.

"They're blasphemers." The Green Saintess hurriedly cleared up her involvement.

Daenerys gave Gratzdan a deep look:

"Why are these Meereen people unwilling to accept me? This time I entered the city, I didn't even go on a killing spree, only asked the nobles to hand over the protons, and they should be grateful. ”

"Of course we appreciate your kindness." "Thank you for not harming the innocent protons." The people of Meereen are willing to accept your rule, but we only hope that you will accept our customs as well. ”

"I've put on my toca robes." Daenerys fiddled with her slightly cumbersome clothes, "What else to do?" ”

"You should get married." The Green Saintess respectfully advised, "In the eyes of the Meereen people, you are a conqueror from the other side of the sea, and even wearing Toca robes will not change that. But a husband can. A husband of noble birth and pure Giscari blood can help you rule the city. ”

Daenerys glanced at the old woman, "Who do you think is suitable for my husband?" ”

"Noble Sitzdala zo Lorak." Gratzdan said decisively.

Daenerys immediately realized that the Green Saintess had come prepared.

"Thank you for your advice. I'll think about it. She fiddled with the silver tassels on her clothes, but her gaze gradually drifted.

(End of chapter)