"Your Highness Quentin, are you really not going to the Dragon Queen's wedding?"

"No, no." Quentin Martell leaned on the railing, holding a jug of red wine in his hand, and his tone was full of reluctance and resentment.

His eyes looked in the direction of the Temple of Divine Grace, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable as he listened to the faint cheers coming from the distance.

What to do?

Do you just give up?

Return to Dorne empty-handed?

He did miss his hometown, the River of Green Blood, the Halberd City and the Flowing Water Garden, and longed to breathe the air of Dorne once more.

But what about my father's entrustment?

And the father's hatred......

When Caesar came to Meereen before, Quentin even had the idea of assassination.

Unfortunately, Caesar did not stay in Meereen for long, and soon had a big quarrel with the dragon queen and left angrily.

After hearing the news, Quentin didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or regret that he couldn't kill the enemy.

But Caesar's departure was a good thing.

Quentin thought that he would have another chance to marry the Dragon Queen, but he didn't expect that the Dragon Queen actually agreed to marry Sitzdala.

He took another big sip of wine, choking on a cough because he had drunk it so quickly.

Footsteps sounded behind him, and Sir Gehris Dinwatt trotted over and whispered in Quentin's ear:

"Your Highness, Merris and they are ready to answer the call of the Ragged Prince to help the Yuankai people open the East City Gate. We...... Going? ”

"Help the Yuankai people open the city gate?" Quentin raised an eyebrow, "But the gates of the city are guarded by the Unsullied. ”

"They seem to be confident, and say that Meereen City will soon be in chaos, and the Unsullied will no longer be a threat."

Quentin thought for a moment, then shook his head:

"Let's not get involved. Whether or not the Yuankai people can capture Meereen has nothing to do with us. I just want the Dragon Queen......"

"I'm afraid it's hard to ......," Ser Garris hesitated, but persuaded him, "don't you see that the dragon queen doesn't want to fulfill her brother's agreement at all." ”

Yes, Quentin thought dejectedly, she didn't love me.

It's not something that a yellowed piece of parchment can change.

When Sir Garris saw that the prince was in a low mood, he comforted him:

"Daenerys Targaryen isn't the only woman in the world, you don't have to marry her."

"But Dorne needs it." Quentin sighed, "Dorne needs her dragons. ”

"Then why don't we just go to the dragon?" Sir Archibald said suddenly.

These words made the other two stunned.

Quentin's dark eyes suddenly lit up:

"yes, I can go straight to the dragon! As long as you can go back with the dragon, you can save Dorne! ”

"What do you mean...... Stealing dragons? Sir Garris asked with a complicated expression.

"It's the only way!" Quentin's gaze became firm.

"But can you harness the dragon?"

"I can ride a horse at the age of six."

"Dragons are not horses......

"I also have true dragon blood in my body." Quentin Road.

This is true, for Aegon IV had married his daughter to Prince Marlon Martell in order to bring Dorne under the Iron Throne.

But that was more than a hundred years ago, and now that it has gone through seven or eight generations of inheritance dilution, how much "True Dragon Blood" is still in Quentin's body, he is probably not confident.

"I've decided!" Quentin forced himself to make up his mind that he would never go back as a loser, "I know that Daenerys locked two dragons in the basement of the Great Pyramid, and while she was going to get married, we would steal one and run!" ”

Ser Archibald said, "One more question, Your Highness, how do we get to the basement by bypassing the guards?" ”

"It's not that hard." Sir Gary pulled out a package, from which he pulled out three hooded cloaks, three daggers, and three polished brass masks—

Three lifelike animal figures were made.

"The Unsullied have been sent to protect the Queen and the gates." "The pyramids are now guarded by beast-faced troops, and we can put on this mask and get in." ”

"But the Beast-Faced Army has a code."

"The code is—dog."

Ser Archibald gave Gehris a deep look: "Are you sure?" It's a gamble with your life. ”

Quentin couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get these equipment and passwords?" ”

Sir Gallis smiled:

"Merris gave it to me, this is the reason why they dare to secretly open the city gate for the Yuankai people."

Quentin nodded thoughtfully, and immediately realized that there were spies of the Yuankai in the Beast-Faced Army.

This is not surprising, the Dragon Queen's roots in Meereen are too shallow, and it is too easy to infiltrate, if she hadn't mastered a perverted army like the Unsullied that is strong and unbelievable, and without the need for the Yuankai people, the Meereen nobles themselves would have been able to drive her out of the city.

"Then it's decided!" Quentin made up his mind, "Let's go now, steal the dragon before the wedding is over, and then go with us to the Yuankai!" ”

After finalizing the plan, the three of them quickly changed into the equipment masks of the Beast-Faced Army, pretended to be patrolling soldiers, and entered the Great Pyramid.

In front of the bronze gate, a soldier wearing a fox mask stopped the three and asked:

"Cipher?"

"Dogs." Quentin's heart raced.

The fox nodded, moving out of the way.

The Dornes breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly through the door.

The bottom of the Great Pyramid is like a labyrinth, but fortunately, Quentin came before and remembered the way.

Walking up the steep slope that leads to the basement, the light gradually dims.

Quentin only felt that breathing had become difficult, and there was a sense of lightheadedness and unreality, like a game, like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

Finally, they came to the bottom of the double-opening iron door, which was wrapped in a thick iron chain, and next to it stood two Unsullied Ones.

The Unsullied!

It's not a beast-faced army!

Quentin's pupils contracted, and his palms were instantly covered with slippery cold sweat.

"What are you doing here?" One of the Unsullied asked, his tone mechanical and dull.

Quentin and Garys, who were beside him, quickly exchanged a look, and then roared in a hoarse voice:

"Kill it!"

Before he could finish speaking, Gary threw his torch at one of the Unsullied, then hurried up and drew his sword to slash.

Archibald roared and rushed towards the other Unsullied.

Quentin drew his dagger and joined the warband.

Three people have the advantage over two unsullied ones, but the unsullied ones can't be guessed with common sense.

Archibald had stabbed his dagger into the chest of one of the Unsullied, but the man had no heedless lance to stab his spear at Quentin.

It seems that he would rather die than pull a cushion.

The tip of the spear pierced through the mask, leaving a trail of blood on Quentin's face, but luckily he dodged quickly, otherwise the blow would have pierced his throat.

Archibald also pierced the chest of the Unsullied.

On the other side, Gary was in a rather difficult situation, and the Unsullied's life-fighting style made him completely unable to parry, and in just a moment, four or five scars had been added to his body.

Thankfully, Archibald came to the aid in time, and the two of them worked together to kill the other Unsullied.

"Quick! Get on board! Gary urged, fearing that the sound of the fight had attracted attention from outside.

Archibald groped around the corpse of the Unsullied, found the key, and opened the chains.

Garris grabbed the hot iron door and pulled it open to the sides.

The rusty latch creaked, and a wave of heat swept in, engulfing the smell of ash, brimstone, and charred flesh.

This is the taste of dragons.

Quentin took a deep breath and strode through the door.

There was a deep darkness ahead, and Prince Dorne could feel something lurking in the darkness, staring at him with fierce eyes.

Gods, give me courage.

He prayed to himself and walked slowly to the edge of the pit.

Two eyes rose in front of him, bronze eyes, like quenched iron.

Ser Garris followed, raising the torch aloft and illuminating the scene before him.

It was a dark green field of dragon scales, the head of a dragon almost the size of a horse, and the dragon's neck stretched out like a python, then a towering back and smoke-like wings.

"The green one is Rego." Quentin said hoarsely. The courage that had been summoned was vanished the moment he saw the dragon.

Whew-

Rego opened his mouth suddenly, and the light and heat came together, like an overturned furnace, a hundred times brighter than the torches in their hands.

"Aren't there two?" Gary asked.

"There!" Archibald pointed to the ceiling.

Quentin took a sharp step back, raised the torch, and looked up.

Above it was a masonry vault blackened by dragon flames, where a golden figure hid, countless ashes falling and crumbling bricks falling down one after another.

Its eyes glittered in the darkness like molten gold, and its massive wings opened in a scorching wind.

"That's Viserion......" Quentin's mind went blank.

Riding this creature yourself? He suddenly regretted it.

But at this point, there was no way back.

Unless he conquers a dragon, let alone save Dorne, he can't save himself.

"Bring the meat!" Quentin said, his tone trembling.

A well-fed beast will become docile. He comforted himself in this way.

Archibad threw a huge package into the pit, which contained a cooked leg of lamb.

Viserion flew down the ceiling, his wings kicking up a puff of ash in the scorching air.

"This one is eating us, or is it all?"

"Okay." Quentin could only bite the bullet and slide down the pit and slowly approach Viserion.

Rego let out a roar that frightened Quentin to freeze on the spot.

Fortunately, he saw that the other party was being pulled by the iron chain around his neck, so he relented and continued to approach Viserion.

The golden dragon was still eating a leg of lamb and didn't seem to resist Quentin's approach.

Quentin was a little bolder, and came to the dragon's side:

"Get down!"

Viserion ignored him.

"Untie his chains!" Gary shouted from above.

Quentin cautiously approached, and Viserion suddenly turned his head.

Pale flames burned deep in their throats like shining daggers, and their eyes glowed like lakes of molten gold.

No, I can't back off, I can't let the dragon sense my fear.

At this moment, a horn suddenly sounded outside the Great Pyramid.

Quentin's heart shuddered.

"The Yuankai people are attacking!" Gary reminded.

Quentin gritted his teeth and rushed forward, unlocking Viserion as fast as he could in his life.

The scorching heat caused his hands to burn.

But the dragon did not attack him.

Quentin was greatly encouraged, and shouted again:

"Get down!"

Viserion stretched, shook off his chains, and threw his head back into a growl, as if to celebrate his freedom.

"Get down, Viserion!" Quentin yelled again.

At the sound of his name, Viserion jerked his head, flapped his wings, and kicked up a cloud of ash and smoke, followed by an earth-shattering roar that echoed through the charred pit.

"No!" Gary and Archibald shouted wildly.

Quentin raised his hands blankly and protected them in front of him, but how could flesh and blood stop the flames.

His hands burned, his body burned, all burned, and the flames of hell consumed him.

Quentin screamed.

Just then, another horn sounded.

The two dragons in the pit became furious at the same time, and Rego spread his wings, but was caught in chains.

Unchained, Viserion rushed out so fast that by the time the Dornians could react, the golden figure had disappeared through the door.

(End of chapter)