Game of Thrones: The Drogon Voice

"Why did this bitch from Westeros make me wait so long and just stand there?" A curse sounded from a distance.

The man who was speaking had a bald head and a short beard. He was wearing a tasseled robe made of fine imitation silk. He held a short whip in his right hand and had a flamboyant expression.

"hold head high!"

A low dragon roar came from the sky, and the words that Kraznys was about to curse were stuck in his mouth.

"It's really a dragon!" Looking up at the sky, Krasny's face changed slightly.

"My Lord, look at her shoulder." The female slave next to Kraznys saw Drogon.

"This is also a dragon! Why is he so small?" Kraznys looked at Drogon in confusion.

Drogon also understood what he said and stood on Daenerys' shoulder, baring his teeth at him in protest.

Even though Drogon was now the same size as a newborn dragon, his dragon might was still there, and Kraznys felt a chill in his heart.

"Master Kraznys, how strong are they?" Daenerys looked around at the Unsullied standing upright in spiked helmets and asked in the Common Tongue.

"A Westerosi woman asks you about the fighting strength of the Unsullied." The little slave girl translated in Old Valyrian.

"Tell this bitch..."

"hiss!"

He had just said half of his words when he saw the little dragon on Daenerys' shoulder roaring at him again. Thin smoke and sparks almost sprayed on his face, and it seemed like magma was rolling in its little throat.

[What a foul mouth!] If he swears again, Drogon won't mind giving him a mouthful of dragon flame.

"Tell her that the Unsullied have been undergoing rigorous training since they were five years old. Only one of the three survives alone. They are mainly proficient in shield, spear and short sword. If the Dothraki warriors don't ride horses, they may not be the opponents of the Unsullied in a single fight. If the Unsullied form a battle formation, they can resist the charge of several times the number of Dothraki cavalry. Even if they fight to the last man, they will not retreat a single step."

Threatened by Drogon, Kraznys spoke more restrainedly. After he finished speaking, he looked at Rakharo and the other two provocatively.

Rakarlo didn't understand what he said, but he knew it was not a good thing. He pulled the scimitar in his hand and looked at Kraznys fiercely.

The little slave girl looked at Krasnyi, wondering why he spoke so politely today.

"What are you looking at! You little ewe, tell her the message quickly, I'm dying of heat."

Krasnyi realized the meaning of the little slave girl's eyes and cursed in anger.

Seeing Kraznys's furious look, Daenerys looked at Drogon with a faint smile on her lips.

The little slave girl seemed to have long been accustomed to Kraznys' curses. She translated the original words to Daenerys without changing her expression.

Seeing the little slave girl so calm under Kraznys's tyranny, Daenerys couldn't help but look at her again.

The little slave girl was even younger than her, with a round face and dark skin. She wore a black leather slave collar around her neck and a sexy and revealing pale yellow linen dress that perfectly set off her precocious figure.

"They have not experienced real war. They cannot stop the Dothraki cavalry with only their shields and spears."

After listening to the little slave girl's translation, Barristan showed a look of disbelief.

"What did this dirty old man say?" Krasny asked the little slave girl viciously.

After listening to her translation, Kraznys said nothing. He walked to an Unsullied, pulled out the dagger from his waist, picked up his leather armor, and cut a deep gash on his chest. Blood gushed out, but the Unsullied didn't even blink.

"Aren't they afraid of pain?" Daenerys felt a little reluctant.

"You tell them." Krasnys said to the little slave girl.

"Because they have been drinking Fearless Wine since they were young. It is a drink prepared by the Good Lord. After drinking it, the body gradually becomes numb. They can't feel pain but it doesn't affect the battle."

"Can I see them?" Daenerys asked.

"Do you want to see the face or the bottom? Hahaha..." Krazny laughed obscenely.

"Take off their helmets." Daenerys pretended not to hear.

"You should take a look. My Unsullied are castrated very thoroughly. Unlike Yunkai and Meereen, they still have pee stuff left on them. It will cause trouble sooner or later." Kraznys still did not give up showing off the Unsullied.

Daenerys still ignored him and looked at the Unsullied who took off their spiked helmets. They came from all over the world and had all kinds of skin colors. Although they were of different heights, they were all extremely thin without exception.

She actually saw Dothraki people with black hair, brown skin and almond eyes here. In her experience, they all held scimitars, rode horses and reaped lives. She could not imagine them fighting with a shield in the left hand and a gun in the right hand.

She also saw the Asshai blacks, the Qarth milkmen, and other races she had never seen before.

"Will they obey orders without hesitation?" Daenerys asked the Unsullied to put on their helmets.

"You asked the right question. From the moment I castrated them, I emphasized absolute obedience. For this purpose, we went through several harsh and cruel trainings. They would not show mercy even if you asked them to kill babies. The Unsullied who disobeyed orders would have long since turned into dry bones." Kraznys was very proud of this.

Daenerys's hands trembled as she listened, and she asked, "How can I command them after I buy them without being afraid that they will obey your orders again?"

"As long as I hand the whip to you in front of them, you will be their master from now on, and I will no longer have the right to give orders." Kraznys vowed.

"You can't conquer the Seven Kingdoms with castrated slaves. Slavery has been abolished there long ago. If they see that you rely on foreign slaves to fight them, not only will you not get any allies, you may also face a joint opposition." Barristan whispered to her when he saw that Daenerys was somewhat interested in the Unsullied.

"Then what do I have to fight for the Iron Throne?" Daenerys looked at Barristan.

"You have dragons. Once we get to Pentos, Magister Illyrio will be able to use his connections to help you gather an army. We can also send people to Westeros to win over allies."

"Mr. Illyrio only cares about money. My ships and money may not satisfy his desire. As for sending people to Westeros, who should I choose, you or Jorah?" Daenerys said, seeing that Barristan did not respond, so she said to Kraznys, "Let me think about it and give you an answer."

"They are in great demand. I just sold over 1,500 the day before yesterday. There is also a lord from Asshai who plans to buy 1,000 Unsullied." Kraznys urged.

"My dear master, didn't you only sell 200 the day before yesterday?" the little slave girl asked honestly.

"You little pig, only this way will they buy it, tell her what you want." Krazny poked the little slave girl with a whip.

After listening to the little slave girl's translation, Daenerys and others left Pride Square.

"Do you really want to buy them?" Barristan asked impatiently as soon as he walked out of Pride Square.

"Don't you think they are very pitiful?"

Daenerys believes that her life as a Targaryen princess is already miserable, but compared to the Unsullied, she is very lucky. Although she has been on the run, at least she can guarantee food and clothing, and she has not completely lost herself. She also met Drogo.

The Unsullied are not only physically disabled, but have also lost the most important thing that makes them human. They can no longer even be called human beings.

Just now, when she passed the Punishment Square, she saw slaves being nailed to the cross and suffering the ultimate punishment, which made her sigh at the tragic fate of the slaves.