"Huhu..."
The black dragon Siglia carried Dad excitedly and flew high into the sky.
Sitting on the broad back surrounded by thorns, he felt the sound of wind whistling by his ears.
Morgan felt a little emotional.
Although this is not the first time that I ride Siglia and soar into the sky.
But this feeling of flying in the air and overlooking all things and the earth is really great.
Although I don't know how far I have to grow to be able to fly in the air with my own strength.
But he believes that as long as he can continue to grow and strengthen.
There will come a day.
Over Astapor.
Governor Morgan flies on a dragon.
In the city below.
As groups of heavily armed black armies moved out of the city at a constant speed.
Countless residents lined both sides of the street to watch and discuss.
On this day, one after another homing pigeons took off from every corner of Astapor and flew quickly in all directions outside the city.
That was the action of spies from all sides hidden in the city.
The wheels of war in Astapor are rolling.
at the same time.
In Yunkai.
This city is located on the east coast of Slaver's Bay and is known as the slave city like Astapor and Meereen.
At this time, the undercurrent continued to surge.
Rumors that the new governor of Astapor, Morgan, who was called a "tyrant" by other nobles because of his massacre of noble slave owners, was going to send troops to Yunkai, had spread throughout the streets of the city.
For the tyrant who controlled the Unsullied army with cunning, conspiracy and violence more than half a year ago, and then massacred a large number of slave owners, thus occupying the entire Astapor.
No one believed that the news was just groundless.
The most prosperous area of Yunkai.
A conference room with exquisite and luxurious decoration.
Several wise masters (the self-proclaimed master of the slave master who ruled Yunkai) wearing various bright-colored tokar robes, some handsome or chubby, were sitting around the round table, constantly arguing and discussing.
"It is a fact that Morgan is going to attack our city. Why are you still hesitating, Mr. Letock?"
"Are you still waiting for the other party to come to your door with those lowly slaves?"
"No, Kubo...you are still young, so there is no need to be so angry. It's not that I disagree with your view..."
"I just feel that this battle is not necessary at all..."
"Think about it, the other side has more than 10,000 Unsullied warriors. You all know the strength of those warriors."
"Besides, the opponent also has a dragon. That dragon is quite big. I don't want to be buried in the fire like Krazny..."
"We can definitely talk to that Morgan. If the other party can tolerate Noras and the others, there is no reason why they can't tolerate us. At most, they can just give them more gold coins when the time comes."
"What do you think?"
"I think Lord Letok is right. That Morgan has dragons and an army of Unsullied. Our chances of victory are too small..."
"I also agree with Lord Letok..."
"We can definitely talk to that Morgan. Talk as much as possible. It's best to make the other party give up attacking Yunkai..."
"I asked you, are you a little too optimistic? The tyrant killed so many people in Astapor, do you think he can let us go?"
"Or are you all willing to give away all your wealth?"
"To pray for the other party's pitiful mercy?"
"Don't be naive..."
"Kubo, don't pretend here that you are thinking about everyone. I know that Krazny, who was killed by Morgan last year, is your uncle. Am I right?"
"You just want revenge..."
"You are so brave, Kubo, to drag all our families together for revenge..."
"I think Kubo is right..."
"..."
Just when a group of wise masters who dominated Yunkai were spitting and arguing in the conference room.
"Bang bang bang..."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the conference room door.
Several eager-looking people ignored the etiquette and rushed into the conference room. They walked to the slave masters they were loyal to and whispered quickly.
ten minutes later.
In the conference room, all the big slave owners knew the big news from Astapor: "The tyrant governor has sent troops!"
"What do you say now?"
"War or peace?"
"..."
Fifteen minutes later.
The conference room became noisy again.
...
Meereen.
As the largest city among the three slave cities in Slaver's Bay.
Meereen not only covers the largest and most extensive area, but also has as many inhabitants as Astapor and Yunkai combined.
Meereen is naturally the richest of the three slave cities.
Unlike Yunkai, the protected cities rely on untrained slave armies, as well as various mercenary legions that can be hired with varying strengths.
The Great Lords who ruled Meereen (the Great Lords: the great slave owners who ruled Meereen called themselves) established a spear regiment with extremely luxurious equipment.
Meereen relies on powerful spearmen to protect the city.
Also because it is further away from Astapor.
Although there are also rumors circulating throughout Meereen that the new governor who relied on conspiracy and violence to seize Astapor more than half a year ago will send troops to Yunkai or even Meereen.
But it is far less serious than Yunkai.
Because the people of Meereen believed that the Great Lords and the Lancers could protect them.
at this time.
In front of a huge building hung a flag with two luminous arrows crossed and four crows separated.
Daenerys Targaryen, who has an exquisite appearance, a petite and fair figure, and beautiful long silver-gold hair, is standing in front of the conference table, with her hands on the table, looking seriously at the people in front of her, who are constantly saying something. .
At this time.
A homing pigeon suddenly landed on the specially built rest platform outside the window.
Daenerys, who noticed the movement, stopped the meeting, hurried to the window, and took the message from the carrier pigeon.
After opening the letter sealed with red clay, Daenerys's complexion turned gloomy and ugly as fast as she could see.
"Let's take a look..."
Returning to the conference table, Daenerys placed the letter she had just received on the table.
Sitting next to him, Jorah Mormont, a bald middle-aged knight with a full beard, wearing armor and a sword hanging from his waist, was the first to pick up the letter.
Soon, the credo was spread throughout the conference table.
With an increasingly serious face, Daenerys looked at the crowd again and said, "The governor of Astapor has already sent troops to Yunkai. Yunkai will definitely not be able to stop the army of the Unsullied..."
"We must speed up our efforts to win over all the forces worth winning over in Meereen..."
"Dario, the task of gathering information still needs your soldiers to complete..."
"Dan, I want to become more familiar with the arena and its surroundings..."
Daenerys continued to order the tasks in an orderly manner, and finally looked at Jorah Mormont beside her and said: "Jorah, we must get the help of the Zak family, and I will leave this matter to you."
"Everything will go your way, Khaleesi."
Jorah Mormont assured in a deep voice.
"That's it for today's meeting..."
After Daenerys finished giving her instructions, the crowd quickly dispersed.
"Roar..."
Suddenly, a roar came faintly from the distant horizon.
Daenerys, who was standing in front of the window, changed her expression slightly, and immediately thought of her three dragons, Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion, who were kept outside the city of Meereen.
So he immediately turned around and strode out of the room.
...
"Huhu..."
The sound of howling wind could be heard all around my ears.
Morgan was flying high in the sky riding on the broad back of the black dragon Siglia. Looking ahead at the city at the end of his sight, he couldn't help but say: "We're finally here..."
"Let's go down..."
Morgan patted the giant beast under him, and Siglia immediately turned around and flew towards the black dragon-like army below.
