Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 322 The Unsullied

  The bright morning sun floods the courtyard, winding vines climb between the red brick columns, and bright yellow persimmon flowers bloom leisurely.

   "Good morning, Sam, would you like a glass of sour persimmon wine?"

Daenerys hung herself in the hanging chair, with a smile on her red lips, one arm on her chest, the other holding a wine glass, her silver-gold hair was casually scattered on her shoulders, her slender and shiny snow-white calves were gently draped under the silk dress. Swaying, lazy posture, charming look.

   "Good morning, Dani." Samwell smiled and stepped forward, "Drinking early in the morning?"

   "This is a custom in Astapor. Drink a cup of sour persimmon wine in the morning to survive the scorching heat." Daenerys said with a smile.

   "Okay." Samwell didn't refuse again, took a cup from the hand of the maid Ji Qi, and thanked her.

   Take a sip, sweet and sour, with a slight aroma of wine, it is indeed a good thing to dispel heat.

   "Did you see that acquaintance last night?" Daenerys asked.

   "I see. However, he doesn't seem to welcome me."

  Daenerys was about to ask again, but Samwell put down his glass and said:

   "Give me your hand."

  She froze for a moment, but still stretched out her right hand.

   Then I saw Samwell put a ruby ​​bracelet in her palm.

   "Is this for me?" Daenerys asked. At a certain moment just now, she seemed to see a strange flame burning on the ruby, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   Illusion?

   "Yes, this is a small gift from me." Samwell pointed out, "Ruby represents luck and protection."

   "Thank you!" Daenerys smiled sweetly, "Help me bring it."

   Naturally, Samwell would not refuse, and helped her tie it around her wrist.

  Daenerys caressed the ruby ​​on the bracelet, feeling the warmth from above, a little sweetness in her heart.

   At this moment, Ser Jorah walked in and said:

   "Your Majesty, the Good Lord of Astapor has promised to see us."

   "Okay. Let's go then." Daenerys got up, took the veil from the maid and wrapped it around her head, then naturally took Samwell's arm and walked out.

  Ser Jorah frowned when he saw this, and was about to follow, but saw Samwell turned his head and said:

   "Just me and Dani going, you don't have to follow."

  Jorah immediately refused: "How can this be, the safety of Her Majesty the Queen..."

   "Sam and the dragon will protect me." Daenerys also turned to her knight and said, "Just wait at the hotel."

   "Yes, Your Majesty." Jorah had to accept the order.

  Out of the hotel, I saw a gorgeous carriage parked outside, and the Unsullied with the spiked helmet invited Daenerys to board the carriage with a cold tone.

  She thanked with a smile, and got into the car with the help of Samwell.

  The three dragons also climbed in.

   Then Samwell also got into the car.

  He wanted to sit next to Daenerys, but Rhaegal and Viserion had already taken the seats beside her, and Drogon tugged on her skirt and refused to let go.

   "Is your dragon... coming?" Daenerys asked a little nervously.

  She still had some misgivings about Samwell's plan. If the Unsullied didn't obey their orders, they would have to rely on Cleopatra to escape.

   "Don't worry, it's here." Samwell pointed to the top of his head.

  Daenerys opened the curtain of the car and looked at the sky. After a long while, or under the guidance of Samwell, she saw the small white dot that almost merged with the sky.

  She finally felt relieved, and then asked with some embarrassment:

   "Am I timid?"

  Samwell smiled and comforted:

   "How come? You are the bravest girl I have ever seen. If ordinary girls have experienced what you have experienced, assassination, betrayal, death... Maybe they would have collapsed long ago."

   "My brother collapsed." Daenerys said, "If he had been braver, he might not have died."

   "This is a game for the brave. Without a big heart, you can't make it to the end."

  The carriage moved forward slowly, and soon came to Pride Square.

  Through the window of the car, Samwell saw the Unsullied neatly lined up in the square.

  At this time, the temperature had already exceeded 40 degrees. Under the scorching sun, waves of heat rose from the red bricks under the feet. The distorted air made the pyramid of Astapor look like a mirage.

But even so, the Unsullied did not waver in the slightest. They lined up in ten rows in front of the bronze statue of the Harpy, with a hundred people in each row. ahead.

  The carriage stopped in front of the high platform at one end of the square.

  Samwell jumped out of the car first, and then helped Daenerys down.

  A slave girl with a pretty face greeted her and said:

   "Dear Mother of Dragons, Lord Krazny Good Lord is waiting for you."

   After finishing speaking, he led the two and three dragons to the high platform.

The Good Lord Krazny is a tall, dark, thin man with a forked red and black beard, wearing a tokar robe with gold tassels, buttoned at one shoulder, and holding a short leather whip in his right hand, slightly Impatiently waving in the air:

   "Dragon girl, come and take a look at my batch, all of them are the best elite infantry. You won't suffer a loss if you buy them!"

   As he spoke he ordered the Unsullied to lay down their spears and shields, unfasten their sword belts and tunics, so that Daenerys could examine their hard, lean bodies.

These Unsullied soldiers were tall and short, and they were around twenty years old. Their faces were covered with sweat, but no one wiped them off. Their eyes were black, brown, or blue, but there was no difference in their expressions. , there is only indifference, deadly indifference.

   "How did you train them?" Daenerys asked.

  Krazny Good Lord stabbed the slave girl with a whip: "You tell her."

  The slave girl said:

"The Unsullied were selected for training from the age of five, from dawn till dark, until they mastered the use of short sword, shield and spear. The training was so severe that only one of the three boys survived .Only through brutal training can they earn their spiked helmets and become true Unsullied."

   Krazny added:

"These guys have been standing since last night, neither eating nor drinking. As long as I don't order them to disband, they will keep standing until they fall. And even if nine hundred and ninety-nine fell to the square and died , the last one will still stand motionless until death comes. Such is the courage of the Unsullied, Dragon Girl."

   "This is madness, not courage!" Daenerys blurted out, with a hint of anger in her tone.

   Krazny laughed loudly, disdainfully said:

   "This is the obedience of the Unsullied. You may find soldiers who are stronger, quicker, and wiser than them, but you will never find them who obey.

   This is why the Unsullied must be castrated. Men are indeed stronger than eunuchs, but men have too many desires, which will bring a lot of unnecessary troubles.

  The Unsullied have something more important than strength—discipline. One-on-one, the Unsullied may not be able to defeat your knights of Westeros, but if formed into an army, the final victory must be the Unsullied Legion!

  They are the rebirth of the Iron Blood Legion of the Gughis Empire, absolutely obedient, absolutely loyal, and fearless! "

  Hearing this, Samwell asked:

   "The Legion of the Unsullied has never fought against the Cavalry Legion of Westeros, right?"

"Indeed not." Krazny said, "But you should have heard the story of the three thousand warriors of Kohor, right? When the Dothraki's 20,000 cavalry attacked Kohor, they were driven back by the three thousand Unsullied. of.

   It’s not like a coward hiding inside the city wall to repel the incoming enemies. The Unsullied formed an array outside the city wall, forcibly withstood the eighteen rounds of the Dothraki cavalry’s impact and forced them back. "

   "Dothraki cavalry and Westeros cavalry are not the same thing." Samwell laughed, "Westeros cavalry has steel armor."

   "My Unsullied has a steel-like will!" Krazny stormed off the high platform, came to an Unsullied, and turned around, "Knights of Westeros, look out!"

   As he spoke, he raised his whip and lashed the Unsullied on the cheek.

  The other party blinked and stood still, letting the blood flow down.

   "Do you want more?" Krazny said.

   "As long as the master is happy." The Unsullied voice sounded without emotion.

Krazny pulled out the dagger of the Unsullied, and slowly slashed the sword across his torso from top to bottom, leaving a bloodstain from the ribs to the abdomen, and then stabbed into the opponent's pink hair, and Start cutting.

  Seeing the blood flowing from the chest of the Unsullied, Daenerys was a little nervous:

   "Sam, what is he doing?"

  Samwell didn't speak, but patted her on the shoulder lightly to comfort her.

   "Men don't need a head, and eunuchs don't even need it." Krazny said, having cut off the entire head of the Unsullied.

   During the whole process, the expression on Unsullied's face remained motionless, as if that body did not belong to him.

   "See? They don't feel pain." Krazny said proudly, and returned the dagger to the Unsullied, "That's fine."

  The Unsullied retracted his dagger and said, "The villain is very happy to serve the master."

"They drink the wine of courage from childhood." Krazny returned to the high platform and explained, "It is a special medicinal wine made from belladonna, blood fly larvae, black lotus root and other secret ingredients. They drink it every day until they feel Numb until you are free from any torture. So, do you think those cowards in Westeros who hide behind their steel armor can defeat my Unsullied?"

"And you can always trust the Unsullied. They have no desires, no temptations, and no feelings." Krazny continued, showing off, "Every Unsullied, before receiving the Spiked Helm, Must go to the slave market, find a crying baby, and kill it in front of its mother..."

  Hearing this, Daenerys only felt dizzy for a while, and the anger surged up, making her tremble uncontrollably.

  She grabbed Samwell's arm and whispered in his ear:

   "Kill him! Sam, kill them! Quick! Destroy this evil place!"

  Samwell held Daenerys' trembling hand, smiled at Krazny who was still showing off loudly, and said:

   "My lord, your Unsullied, we bought it."

   "Ha! That's right!" Krazny laughed, "How much do you want?"

  Samwell's smile became brighter and brighter:

"all."