Game of Thrones: I became a crown prince for a day

Three days later.

Meereen, the Great Pyramid.

Thousands of slaves gathered here, looking at the towering pyramid with trepidation.

After several days of turmoil, the city finally returned to peace.

This also means that power has changed again.

Dong Dong Dong!

The neat knocking sound rang out, and the Unsullied army in black armor and spiked helmets walked out from both sides of the Great Pyramid.

There were not many people, about a thousand or so.

Behind the Unsullied were many slaves, pulling carriages full of things covered with white cloth.

When the wheels rolled over the broken floor, the rattle of the chains was very clear.

The slaves were timid and secretly guessed what was about to happen.

"Hiss!!"

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar resounded through the sky.

The slaves looked up and looked in fear at the direction where the dragon roar came from.

The next moment.

The clouds and mist stirred, and the wind howled.

A young dragon with a blood-red body broke through the clouds, spread its wings and swooped down.

The red dragon circled the wide square twice and slowly landed in the vestibule of the Great Pyramid.

It did not land on the top of the pyramid so that the slaves could not see it clearly.

Boom!

The red dragon landed, raising hot smoke and dust.

The slaves screamed and retreated, causing chaos.

The Unsullied surrounded the square to control the chaotic situation.

Without the slave owners and the queen, the slaves were at a loss and stood there, not daring to move.

"Hiss!!"

The red dragon roared to the sky, staring at the crowd with cold and vertical pupils.

The slender neck slowly lowered, revealing the back with a slightly swaying dorsal fin.

"Be quiet, Ursa Major."

Aemon looked calm, holding the spikes of the dorsal fin with both hands.

He was still wearing the rough linen shirt worn by slaves, and stepped barefoot on the bright red scales.

Compared to a few days ago, only the silver-gold hair had grown a little.

Although his appearance had not changed, the temperament he exuded was completely different.

The whole audience was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The slaves were trembling with fear, carefully sneaking a peek at the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back.

He looked like a slave boy.

But no one dared to speak.

Aemon was also looking at them, and took out a whip with a handle made of a harpy statue from his arms, and raised it high with one hand.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Unsullied had a serious face, holding a spear and hitting the round shield.

That was their command whip.

It was originally in the hands of the "Silver Queen" Elena Daanliga, and fell into Aemon's hands in the chaos.

Since the invasion of the Iron Throne, the overall strength of Slaver Bay has seriously declined.

The strongest defensive force in Meereen is the 5,000 pirates led by Racharino and the 2,500 Unsullied purchased by Astapor.

After Elena's death, Racharino led the crowd to escape.

Most of the Unsullied were killed or wounded, with only more than 1,300 left.

Aemon officially took over the Unsullied and used it to control the ownerless Meereen.

Crack!

The whip was whipped in the air, and the crisp sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Lowly slaves, where is your master?!"

Imon's voice was loud, and his eyes looked around at everyone present.

The slaves looked at each other, weak and dared not speak.

The slave owner had disappeared in the chaos, and they had been living in the slave shack these days.

"You don't know, I'll tell you!"

Imon waved the whip and pointed in one direction: "The person who once enslaved you is right in front of you!"

Crack! Crack!

A burst of whipping and screaming suddenly sounded, and a large group of people walked out from behind the Great Pyramid.

Hundreds of slaves holding long whips and spikes drove away an equal number of slave owners.

The slave owner was still dressed in gorgeous clothes, but the gorgeous clothes of the past were stained with blood, and there was not a single piece of good skin on his body.

Tie hemp ropes on both hands and lead them in a string like cattle and sheep.

The slaves were shocked, and some timid women screamed.

For many years, there has not been such an exciting scene.

The last time I saw it, it was the invasion of the king of the Iron Throne.

But that time many people died and it lasted only a short time.

The high-ranking slaves were relocated, the rule was overthrown, and the slave class returned to the days of suffering.

"They! They are the great masters who enslaved you!"

Aemon stood up on the dragon's back, making himself look taller, and shouted loudly: "The false dragon king is dead, and the Slave Bay will finally be liberated!"

In the suspicious eyes of the slaves, the whip pointed at the carriage that was delivered first.

The Unsullied received the order, pushed the carriage together, and lifted the white cloth covering it.

The shackles and shackles piled up into a small mountain, and the heavy weight pressed the wheels deep into the floor.

There were so many that it seemed like the entire city was looted.

In front of thousands of slaves, Aemon threw the whip in his hand onto the carriage and said calmly: "Dragon flame!"

"Hiss!"

The red dragon responded and cooperated, and the bright red dragon flame gushed out in an endless stream.

The carriage was set on fire, and the piles of shackles and fetters burned red and deformed, and gradually melted over time.

After half a quarter of an hour.

The combustibles such as the carriage boards were burned out, leaving only seven or eight red iron mountains several meters high.

The slaves pushing the cart took out tools, gathered the half-melted iron mountains into a ball, and hammered them with hammers.

It looked like a new Iron Throne was being cast.

Aemon stared at it, carefully looking at every detail, even the protruding and twisted fetters.

It can be predicted that the newly cast iron chair will not have a sharp sword blade, but will have many circular shackle blanks.

The slaves were also watching, speculating about this.

The Unsullied stood rigidly on the spot, his eyes changing slightly when he saw the whip melting.

"Today, Meereen is completely liberated, forever and ever!"

Aemon raised his arms and shouted solemnly: "There are no slaves, let alone slave owners, only equal residents under the Iron Throne!"

Use the gift of tone as a wise man, and the emotion of your speech will be high.

The slaves listened quietly and held their breath.

The iron mountain cooled slowly, and the prototype of the iron chair took shape.

Aemon rode the red dragon and stepped out of the vestibule, walked towards the oppressed slaves, and shouted with true emotion: "My father failed to truly liberate Meereen. From now on, I will rule here and completely crush the evil of the slavery system!"

Slave owners deserve to die, no one is born into slavery.

My father said that Slaver's Bay was not ungovernable, but its remote location was not conducive to management.

Then, it is up to him to complete the great work that his father failed to complete.

"I declare that there will be no more slaves!"

Aemon, with blazing eyes, rode the dragon into the slaves, trying to awaken the slaves' spirit of resistance: "Who wants to be free?"

"I!!"

"..."

The slaves' voices were like thunder, and they formed a circle around the majestic red dragon.

Aemon raised his arm high and then lowered it heavily.

Immediately afterwards, the harsh sounds of sharp weapons breaking through the body were heard one after another.

The slaves in charge of guarding picked up the spikes and stabbed them through the chests of the slave owners who were kneeling in front of them, killing those who had enslaved them one by one.

There were men, both men and women, and even gray-haired old traitors.

Except for children without wheels, all members of the slave-owning family were bloodbathed.

Among them was a silver-blond boy and a group of female slaves with revealing clothes.

They are the remnants of Diane Liga, eradicate them all.

"hero!"

"You are our hero..."

The slaves saw this in their eyes, and looked at the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back with wild eyes.

They don't understand what the Dragon King family is.

My eyes saw the silver-haired boy dressed as a slave, heard the proclamation of liberating the slaves, and witnessed the great feat of killing the great master.

The slaves cheered, took off their useless shackles, and threw them into the sky above their heads.

The shackles that bind my hands and feet are also spiritual shackles.

At least at this moment, they were willing to believe the silver-haired boy on the dragon's back.

Aemon panted slightly, showing no fear of the slaves surrounding him.

He has experienced too much enslavement and understands the psychology of enslaved people.

"The King of Meereen!"

"Your Majesty of Slaver's Bay..."

The slaves gathered around five meters away from the red dragon, cheering excitedly.

They have long awaited a ruler who would break the shackles.

The first one was the king on the Iron Throne, but he failed to maintain his rule.

Finally, there is a second breaker of chains.

Aemon took a deep breath and accepted the title given by the slaves calmly.

Since we want to liberate Slaver's Bay, we have to stay here for the rest of our lives.

He also has an iron chair of his own.

Boom, boom, boom!

The Unsullied troops had solemn faces and followed the slaves by banging their spears and bucklers to express their allegiance.

Many Unsullied have been rescued and fought for freedom under the Iron Throne.

Those seniors can do it, but they have no reason not to.

Aemon looked around, analyzing the situation in Meereen in his mind.

He already has a strategy for governing.

Imitate Myr and other free trade city-states, follow the hierarchical system of identity cards, and quickly stabilize the turmoil in Meereen and even Slaver's Bay.

Vigorously develop sea transportation and trade with the free trade city-states, Quels, Asshai and other places in the east and west.

The name of Slaver's Bay must also be changed, and the painful name cannot be used.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, another sharp dragon roar came from afar.

Aemon was startled when he heard the sound, and suddenly looked back.

boom!

I saw clouds and mist floating in the sky, passing through a touch of silvery gray.

Aemon was in a daze, his eyes moving silently following the silvery gray.

His body stiffened, and tears welled up in his eyes for no apparent reason.

"Hiss!"

The silver-grey figure plunged down from the clouds, soared over Meereen, and circled around the huge harpy statue at the top of the Great Pyramid.

A younger silver-haired boy was riding on the back of a dragon, looking down at the situation below.

The Unsullied, the Slaves, the Red Dragon...

His sapphire eyes saw the red dragon, and then the figure clinging to the dragon's back suddenly widened and could no longer be moved away.

"Land, Thrax!"

Meka leaned forward and quickly patted the dragon's back.

"Hiss!"

Thrax screamed, and his figure fluttered down like a willow, landing in front of the red dragon.

"ah!!"

The slaves were frightened and scattered in all directions.

boom!

Thrax landed on the ground, his silver-gray scales reflecting brilliant colors in the sunlight.

Meka's pupils trembled slightly, and he turned over and slid off the dragon's back as quickly as possible.

And Aemon was faster than him.

"Hiss!!"

The red dragon's vertical pupils were indifferent, staring at the silver-gray dragon with hostility.

The driver had already jumped off the dragon's back and ran to the open space between the two giant dragons.

Looking at the familiar silver-gray dragon and the boy with short platinum hair in front of him, he felt as excited as if he were riding a dragon and jumping down from the sky.

His pupils trembled slightly, but the words stuck in his throat when he opened his mouth.

"Aemon."

Meka took a step forward, eyes full of disbelief.

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I was greeted by a gust of wind.

Aemon's vision suddenly blurred, and he opened his arms and ran up suddenly.

"Aemon."

Mekar called out again and greeted him without hesitation.

The next second.

The two brothers ran over a long distance of more than ten meters and hugged each other tightly.

No one expected to see each other in Slaver's Bay.

However, when they saw each other, their emotions were like a volcanic eruption and could not be suppressed.

"Mekar..."

Aemon hugged his brother tightly, his chin resting on his soft shoulders, fearing that the other party would disappear in the next second.

His voice was choked when he spoke, and his face was completely wet with tears.

Half a year, a full half a year!

He finally saw his family, a brother who was connected by blood.

Makar closed his eyes silently, hugged each other tightly with his little arms, and returned the most sincere hug.

The two brothers stopped talking, everything was in the hot temperature.

After a long time, they separated with a little awkwardness.

Aemon sniffed and used a smile to cover up the embarrassment: "Mekar, why did you come to Meereen?"

The two brothers used to have the worst relationship, and he was still the one who was excluded.

Now seeing each other again, it really feels like a lifetime ago.

"I heard there were dragons in Meereen, so I came here."

Meka wiped his eyes and smiled: "I knew that you, such an annoying guy, would not die easily."

As he spoke, he glanced at the red dragon behind Aemon.

"Even the dragons are tamed again. It seems that the shadow of the fall of the trickster has been walked out."

Coincidentally, the dragon did not fall into the hands of others.

Aemon's old face flushed, and he apologized seriously: "It's all in the past. If I knew what would happen, I would never do that."

"I said it's in the past."

Meka hugged him again and whispered: "When my father and mother heard the news of your accident, it seemed like the sky had fallen, you bastard."

You didn't go back earlier, so that everyone thought he was dead.

Aemon hugged him back and said with emotion: "I want to go back, but..."

When the words came to his lips, rationality overwhelmed emotion, and he changed his words: "But it was not until now that I completely pulled out."

"So, you are doing well?"

Meka's eyes flickered, and his little hand groped the other's back for a while.

The beginning was rough and uneven, and the mottled scars could be felt through the rough linen.

Maekar did not expose it, but just held it tightly.

In the perspective that Aemon could not see, a trace of pity flashed in his big sapphire-like eyes.

...

The Great Pyramid.

Rumble--

The bronze statue of the harpy on the top of the tower fell to the ground with a bang, cracking a large area of ​​the ground.

The young and strong who were no longer slaves pulled the ropes, cut the bronze statue into pieces, and pulled it away in batches with logs.

Not long after, a cluster of rising flames burned.

The palace inside the tower.

"What are you going to do next, return to Westeros?"

The two brothers sat at the dining table, and Maekar took the initiative to ask.

He was sent to Volantis by his father to assist his uncle Daeron in opening up the Golden Fields and supervise the movements of the Slaver's Bay.

Now that the Golden Fields have been opened up, Meereen has officially changed hands.

Perhaps it's time to return to Westeros to share the pressure for his father and elder brother Baelon.

Aemon ate voraciously, chewing and thinking: "Wait a minute, I still haven't taken something back."

"Where is it?"

Maekar's eyes narrowed, wanting to help get it back.

"It's..."

Aemon hesitated for a moment, and said halfway.

Ding-ding-ding!

The bells of Meereen rang, and the three quick and urgent sounds symbolized the invasion of a powerful enemy.

The brothers' faces changed, and they stood up and walked to the window at the same time.

Standing on the balcony and looking out.

"Huh~~"

"..."

Outside the gate of Meereen, a group of black figures gathered, all Dothraki cavalry.

At a glance, there were at least tens of thousands of people.

Aemon's eyes were slightly cold, staring at the tall figure riding a red-maned horse at the head.

It looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

I can't remember the previous impression, but the memory of being captured couldn't be clearer.

The other party also held a sword with a ruby ​​inlaid at the end in his hand.

At this moment, outside the city gate.

Os. Kaaul's face was heavy, and he held up the Valyrian steel sword symbolizing the king of the Iron Throne with both hands, signaling the 100,000 troops to keep quiet.

He had been on good terms with the king of the Iron Throne, assisted him in conquering Myr, and accepted his thanks.

Later, he was forced to pledge allegiance to Aemond One-Eye and conquered Qohor twice.

Times have changed, but he still has lingering fears about the Targaryen family name.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

A loud roar came from the horizon, and two giant dragons, one red and one silver-gray, hovered in the air, brewing dragon flames with a fierce look.