The sun is slanting to the west, and the sea south of the Castle of the Wind Breath is sparkling with gold.

Samwell stood on the dock and watched as a black dot in the distant sky grew larger until the full picture of the black dragon Drogon.

The black dragon's butt was followed by a small green tail, which was the green dragon Rego.

The white dragon Cleopatra was much more steady, crouching quietly behind Samwell, and seeing the black and green dragons hovering in the sky, two hot breaths erupted from his nose, as if he couldn't stand the childishness of his kind.

The black dragon spun around the dock a few times before swooping down and landing beside Samwell. The green dragon landed on Cleopatra's back, but was overturned by the white dragon's tail. "Sam! I see the fleet!" Daenerys leaps off the black dragon's back.

Samwell hurriedly hugged her and said reproachfully:

"If you're pregnant, don't jump up or down like this."

"Got it." Daenerys put her arms around her husband's neck and grinned and offered a fragrant kiss. The two lingered for a moment, and Samwell put her down.

At this time, the outline of the fleet could already be seen on the sea level in the east, and the fleet carrying the army of the Unsullied finally crossed half the world from Slave Bay to Westeros after nearly three months of long voyages.

Samwell had been looking forward to this army for a long time.

The Caesar family rose too quickly, which also led to a lack of foundation, relying on Samwell's personal ability and the blessing of the dragon, to gain the support of the Stormlands and Riverlands.

However, the lack of direct forces has always been a weakness of the Caesar family, and Samwell does not want to use the water of night shadow with illusion to fool every time he mobilizes a war.

Now that he has the army of the Unsullied, he has more confidence.

After the capture of King's Landing, Samwell believes that his prestige will reach a new level.

Blown by the strong winds of the Narrow Sea, the fleet soon sailed into port. More than a hundred large ships filled the waters in front of them, and the Stormland fleet had to leave for the time being, giving up the harbor for the fleet to dock.

The three large ships at the front of the flotilla are painted in gold and shine in the sunset. Bellerion, Waghar, Mirasis.

Three hundred years ago, the conquerors of House Targaryen landed in Westeros with three dragons, and today, three ships of the same name have arrived in the harbor of Storm's End.

The crowd on the dock suddenly erupted in cheers: "Long live Your Majesty the Storm King!"

"Long live Your Majesty Caesar!

"Long live the dragon!"

The white dragon Cleopatra finally became excited, spreading its huge wings, stirring up a cloud of ash and dust in the air, and the black dragon Drogon, and the green dragon Rego also fanned the leather wings, whirring through the air and blowing the blazing wind, blowing the people around them back.

Daenerys shrunk into her husband's arms, and the hot wind blew down the long skirt, outlining the infinitely beautiful curves of the body.

On the deck of the flagship Bellerion, Sir Barristan Selmy looked at the three most conspicuous dragons on the shore and couldn't help but sigh:

"The dragon has grown up again, especially the white dragon, which is growing so fast."

Sir Jorah Mormont looked at the white dragon's pair of leather wings, which were almost the size of a sail, and asked with some confusion, "None of the dragons of House Targaryen have grown so fast, have they?"

Sir Barristan shook his head, his white beard fluttering in the wind:

"Normally, the size of a white dragon would be at least thirty or forty years long. But this dragon of Caesar ······· I'm only three years old."

Jorah's eyes widened, "You say it's three?"

"Yes, Caesar hatched the dragon in the city of Heaven and City three years ago, when hundreds of riverbend soldiers witnessed it." Sir Barristan looked stunned, and after a moment he sighed in a complicated tone,

"Perhaps, Caesar was the chosen one."

Jorah instinctively wanted to retort, but didn't know where to start. As the Bellerion slowly approached, he also saw Daenerys in Caesar's arms, and his expression became more and more sour.

The two of them walked down the gangway,

He came to Daenerys, got down on one knee, and said, "Your Majesty, we're back with your army and Kals."

"You should call me Your Majesty." Daenerys smiled, then looked at the man beside her, "Caesar is your king."

At this moment Sir Kathu Huya and the Grey Worm also disembarked, and the two of them did not hesitate to salute Samwell first.

Sir Barristan hesitated for a moment, then returned to his knees to Samwell and addressed His Majesty. Sir Jorah's face changed for a moment, but he had to kneel down and salute Samwell.

"Welcome back." Samwell picked up the four of them and asked with a smile, "Was the journey going well?"

"It's going well, Your Majesty." Sir Catou reported, "It was only when a strange red storm came across the waters near the ruins of Valyria, and the Sea Beast and the Dreaded Sea Beast collided violently with a wind of ash and sulphur, but the rest of the ship was rescued in time, and most of the crew was salvaged, with only four Unsullied and eight sailors lost."

"It's terrible." Daenerys said sadly, "I heard that Valyria is now full of curses, and the living cannot get close."

Sir Barristan nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty, we have tried our best to get around that terrible sea area with red smoke, but we have not expected to be hit by a storm."

"It's good to be back." Samwell turned around and walked to the shore with a few men, "Rest for a week, and then there's a big battle waiting for you." ap.

Sir Barristan and Sir Jorah looked at each other thoughtfully.

Sir Kathu was thrilled to hear this, and the young man from the Huya tribe was filled with a thirst for battle and honor.

The gray bug was expressionless, and as an innocent person, even if he was already a high-ranking officer, he was still used to obeying orders and not thinking.

As soon as he returned to Storm's End, Gavin Mander approached him and handed a letter to Samwell: "Your Majesty, this is a letter from the city of Ellenwood."

Samwell took the letter, flipped through it quickly, and smiled, "Arlene Martell has surrendered."

Daenerys also laughed:

"That's good news! It seems that the Martells are not as indomitable as their clan says."

"The land and water passages are cut off, the Martell family is exhausted, and if they don't surrender, a famine will break out in Yang Halberd City." Gavin smiled and explained, "The Martell family has surrendered, and we won't have to worry about attacking King's Landing."

Samwell restrained his smile, and after a slight groan, he said:

"I'm still going to Dorne, and it's time to put some of the layouts to the end. The plan for the Stormlands and Riverlands armies to assemble at Coppergate is going on as usual, Gavin, and you are responsible for organizing the forces of Storm's End."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Dani." Samwell added, "During my absence, I need you to take charge of Bronze Gate. My father will be in charge of military affairs, and you can only entertain the lords and nobles on my behalf."

"Okay." Daenerys responded, "You'll be back before the Great War begins, right?"

"Of course." Samwell kissed her forehead, "It will take at least a month for the army to assemble, enough for me to take care of Dorne's affairs."

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With that, he hurried back to his study, wrote a letter to Natalie Dayne, and sent it to Bachelor Coburn to be sent to Starfall City by raven.

Then he went to see Margaery.

She was breastfeeding her son, and when she saw her husband come in, she smiled and asked, "Has the Slave Bay fleet arrived without incident?"

"Well, two of them sank in the storm, but luckily most of the crew were rescued." That's good."

Samwell stepped forward and squeezed the little one's hand, and Octavian grabbed his father's index finger with his backhand. "The little one is quite powerful." Samwell raised an eyebrow.

"It's not that I've been holding the dragon egg and refusing to let go, I've practiced it." Samwell laughed.

Margarillo said with some sorrow, "I don't know when this egg will hatch······

"When it's time to hatch, it will naturally hatch." Samwell Road.

The dragon egg with red veins was lying quietly in Octavian's arms at the moment, exuding a faint heat. "By the way, the Martell family has surrendered, and I'm going to Dorne." Samwell Road.

"Okay, be careful all the way." Margaery admonished, then asked, "What about the Bronze Gate City?" Is the plan for the armies to be assembled still going on as usual?"

"Business as usual, of course. With my father in charge, there will be no problems in military affairs. Also, I asked Dani to receive the noble knights on my behalf."

Margaery thought for a moment and proposed:

"Or I'll go too." After all, Dany is new to Westeros and is not familiar with those nobles, so it would be better to have me by her side."

"You just gave birth and don't you need to recuperate? And what about Octavian? Do you want to take it with you? Bronze Gate City is about to become the front line, and there is always some danger."

"I'm not that delicate." Seeing her husband frowning, Margaery smiled and advised, "It's the same with Octavian. Moreover, Bronze Gate City is not a frontline, the Lannisters will never dare to cross the Blackwater River, and we will not be in any danger.

Samwell groaned slightly, then nodded:

"Okay, then you can go to Bronze Gate City too, but don't go further north." "Okay."