Game of Thrones: The Drogon Voice

After hearing what Daenerys said, Drogon probably had guessed her plan, and it was time for Daenerys to show off her acting skills.

"Your Majesty, with the Unsullied we will gradually grow stronger, and then we will have the confidence and strength to find allies."

Barristan and Jorah each expressed their own opinions, both wanting Daenerys to listen to their ideas, but Daenerys held Drogon in her hand and swung him up and down, just like when she taught him to fly when he was a child.

She didn't expect the little dragon to grow up so quickly and soar into the sky. Fortunately, Drogon could become smaller and always be by her side.

Seeing that Daenerys was only busy teasing Drogon, Jorah and the other looked at each other, wondering what she was thinking.

[I was treated as a little dragon again. I didn't become small to be trained again.] Drogon protested in his heart and flapped his wings to escape from Daenerys' clutches.

Daenerys: "!!!"

"I'll go negotiate the price with Kraznys tomorrow morning. Jorah, make an appointment with them for me."

"His Majesty..."

Jorah and Barristan wanted to ask more questions, but Daenerys had no intention of listening. She walked quickly ahead, returned to the dock, and went into the cabin to rest.

Drogon circled over Astapor and found no weapons that posed a threat to the dragons. He told Rhaegal and Viserion not to fly low and took a handful of gold and silver coins from the treasures that Daenerys had snatched.

He tasted the delicacies of Astapor and ate a lot of cooked meat, but it was still not as good as the fat sheep on the grassland. His appetite was greatly reduced, which was not good for his physical development.

He decided to make one more run across the grassland before dark. As an adult, his speed was about 300 kilometers per hour, with a maximum speed of 500 kilometers per hour, and the average speed of a juvenile was 500 to 600 kilometers per hour.

Two-thirds of the adult's strength and physical fitness are concentrated in the young, and a round trip to the grassland takes just over an hour.

......

After arriving at the grassland and grabbing a dinner to fill his hungry stomach, he flew to farther places, as he could not always catch just a few sheep to gather.

Looking at the Dothraki people migrating on the grassland, Drogon's memory fragments reappeared the scene when Daenerys was just born walking from the grassland into the red wasteland with little Khalasar, which made him feel nostalgic.

On the ground, two Khalasars were engaged in a hunting war. It was only a matter of time before the weaker side was swallowed up. Some Dothraki warriors had already caught the captured women and killed them on the spot.

Drogon was not used to the Dothraki custom of wanting everything to be witnessed under the sky, but he could not do anything about it. This was their life.

Just as he was about to fly past, he suddenly saw two familiar figures in the chaotic crowd. They were the mother and son he saw when he came to the grassland last time.

A sturdy Dothraki warrior blocked the fleeing mother and son, pushed the little boy aside, pulled his mother over and began to tear her clothes.

After being pushed down, the little boy immediately got up and pulled his mother. The Dothraki warrior grabbed the little boy's arm, swung him up and threw him onto the grass three meters away. This time the little boy was unable to get up immediately and struggled to crawl towards the woman. It seemed that he had fallen quite hard.

"Alas... the one who eats the man's food should be grateful." drogon sighed and swooped down.

"Dragon! It's a dragon!" The huge dragon wings blocked out a small patch of sunlight. The Dothraki fighting on the grassland immediately noticed something was wrong. They stopped what they were doing and ran away. Some of them even ran away without even having time to pull up their pants.

Drogon caught up with the Dothraki warrior who had just torn the clothes of the little boy's mother, hooked him with one claw and flew him up, then threw him down when he was more than 20 meters high.

The man was thrown down and struggled for a few times to get up, but he couldn't get up. Even if he didn't die, he would be disabled if he was still alive.

Those who were watching from afar were so frightened by Drogon's ferocious behavior that they slowly began to retreat, while the timid ones ran away even further away.

Most of those who escaped were the Dothraki who had won the battle. Almost all the men on the losing side died, leaving only women, children and young children. The women could be used for venting their anger, and the children could be sold to slave traders.

Drogon blew a breath of dragon flame behind the fleeing people, setting a large area of ​​grassland on fire. It did not burn anyone, he just wanted it to have a deterrent effect.

Otherwise, after he left, the mother and son would still not escape the fate of being raped and trafficked.

There was nothing wrong with the winning Karasa. This is the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak on the grassland.

He set a few more fires to drive away the people around him, roared at them, then took a look at the mother and son snuggling together, then flew into the air.

After flying for just a few minutes, Drogon suddenly felt that the white sphere that had been motionless in his mind had changed. It wasn't that it had changed, but that milky yellow spots of light were gathering around it.

Just like the sun with only a halo gradually begins to radiate light, nourished by the light, the white sphere seems to come alive, no longer as lifeless as before.

"What's going on? Why is there a sudden movement?" Feeling the changes in his mind, drogon was puzzled. However, he didn't know that not long after he flew away, the little boy and his mother knelt down and kowtowed in the direction he flew.

Seeing their actions, the surviving women, children and kids also knelt down like them, but their hearts were not as pious as theirs.

After strolling around the grassland, eating and drinking his fill, and spending most of the brilliant coins he brought with him, Drogon returned to Astapor.

......

The next day, Daenerys took Jorah and others to meet the Good Lord Kraznys and another great good Lord again. Drogon still stood on Daenerys' shoulder.

"Ask this woman in Westeros how many Unsullied she wants to buy." Seeing Daenerys coming, Kraznys said to the little slave girl.

"I want to buy all the Unsullied!" Daenerys spoke first before the little slave girl asked.

"You want to buy all the Unsullied?" the little slave girl was surprised.

"Stupid woman of Westeros, do you know how many Unsullied we have? Eight thousand! You can't afford it." After listening to the translation, Kraznys couldn't help but say that he felt that Daenerys was making fun of him.

"Yes, I want to buy them all, including the boys who are still in training and those who have just been castrated."

"What are you going to buy it with? I still can't afford you even if you were given to me. And we can't sell you the Unsullied who haven't completed their training. They are not strong enough to fight and it will affect our reputation." Kraznys smiled obscenely.

"Your ship and cargo can be exchanged for a maximum of 1,200 Unsullied. Forget the rest," Kraznys continued.

"I have dragons! I need Unsullied who have not completed their training to make up for the loss." Daenerys replied.

"Your Majesty, the dragon cannot be exchanged."

"Your Majesty, eight thousand Unsullied are not worth a single dragon."

As soon as Daenerys finished speaking, she heard two objections. At first, Jorah and Barristan were a little confused when they heard that Daenerys wanted to buy all the Unsullied. They never thought that she would exchange the Unsullied for the dragons she regarded as her children.