Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

Essos

pantos

"Damn it! Damn it! Still not found!" Player Marco roared loudly as soon as he returned to the camp. Perhaps because he stayed with the Dothraki for too long, he also got into this speaking habit, " Under Drogo's order, KaLsa searched all over Pentos, but still could not find Daenerys' shadow.

Not only Daenerys, but also the player named Daeron Grafson has not been found. Our brothers have prepared the trap for them for so long, but they did not step in! Instead, there was such a big commotion in Pantos! "

"Don't worry, I found a clue." Although the player Fu Ge said this, his face did not look good.

Marco guessed that what he found wasn't good news either.

"I captured a spy who originally belonged to Prince Hazan," Fogo began to explain. "He claimed that he saw the Targaryen brothers and sisters being taken away in a luxurious horse carriage, and that they had a team of Unsullied Attendant.

Although he did not know the next whereabouts of these two carriages, I successfully found another clue near the port. Many civilians saw a team of Unsullied desperately trying to save a burning inn, and the two men were consistent with the secret agent. The carriage described also stopped at the door of that inn. "

"You want to say that Daenerys and the others were burned to death in that inn?"

"I don't know, but this possibility exists," Fugo said, his expression suddenly changed, and he shook his head, "No, this possibility has been ruled out."

"What are you looking at?" Marco looked confused and turned to look at the eastern sky. On the black curtain, a comet scattered crimson rays of light through the thick clouds.

"That bastard not only stole Daenerys out, but also hatched the dragon." Fogo's tone was a little desolate.

"So what should we do next?" Marco said confused, "Now all our plans have been disrupted, and many of the preparations we made in the early stage have been in vain."

"When can you defeat Drogo? Can it be done within half a year?" Fogo forced himself to calm down and asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? There are no more players to kill. The third main mission is far away, and we can't make it up the standings. At our current rate of resource acquisition, it will be difficult to defeat Giaco or Poirot within half a year. Win Drogo? Are you dreaming?" Marco couldn't help but said angrily.

Since they did not participate in any meat grinder, the resources they received were far less than those of the Ander Poole brothers in Pentos.

"Uh" Fogo choked and was speechless for a moment.

To defeat Drogo using the Dothraki fighting style, I am afraid that it can only be achieved by filling up the data board except mental power.

"By the way, why did you suddenly ask that?" Marco was the first to break the awkwardness and asked, "Did you think of something?"

"If you were Daeron Grafson and you stole Daenerys and got the dragon, where would you go?" Fergo asked without answering directly.

"Astapo," Marco replied without hesitation, "when the player's time cost is so tight and there is almost no time to train troops, ready-made high-quality soldiers like the Unsullied must be grabbed if they can. Got it."

"Then what? What will he do?" Fogo continued to ask.

"Capture Astapor? And then further capture Slaver's Bay?" Marco thought for a while before saying this time. This is basically the original route.

“It’s possible, but not necessarily,” Fogo shook his head. “If they followed Daenerys and took the original route to Astapor, perhaps the abolition of slavery and the seizure of the city would be inevitable.

But since he took Daenerys away in advance, perhaps he would not choose such a radical way to seize Astapor, which would completely destroy credibility, and the abolition of slavery would offend almost the entire Eastern world.

That guy Daeron is such a bitch. The whole of Pentos has been played around by him, and even Illyrio and Hahazan have fallen into his hands. I don't think he will be so simple and rough. "

"Then what will he do?" Marco asked quickly.

"If I could have guessed, we wouldn't be in this situation now where he stole Daenerys away and all our efforts were wasted!" Fergo suddenly became furious, "If it were possible, I really don't want to fight with him. enemy."

"Forget it," Fogo sighed, "Let's go back and find a way to tell Drogo that the man who cuckolded him went to Slaver's Bay. No matter what, we can't let Daeron find a place where he can farm safely. , he has a dragon, he must not be allowed to develop."

narrow sea

Breeze Goddess Kiss

"Don't want to eat?" Looking at the black dragon Ion crawling around next to a small piece of barbecue, Ian, Daenerys and others around the table looked at each other.

"Maybe we should find other food for it," Daenerys frowned, "but I don't know what the dragon will eat."

"Maybe. Breast?" Ian suddenly remembered that in the original book, the first thing the three-headed dragon did after being born was to suck Daenerys's breast milk. This is quite strange. They are obviously oviparous animals, but they still have to breastfeed.

"Milk?" Daenerys couldn't understand what Ian meant.

"Is there milk on the ship?" Ian did not answer her, but turned to Darren and asked, but then he slapped his forehead. Well, how could it be possible?

With the preservation conditions of this era, who would have no problem loading this thing on the ship?

"How is it possible?" Sure enough, Darren replied strangely, but his next sentence surprised Ian, "But there are a few dogs on this ship, and one of the female dogs has just given birth to a litter, so it should be You can express milk.

What kind of luck is this? Ian subconsciously looked at Daenerys. Is this the legendary halo of the protagonist? Even if you are not pregnant and cannot produce milk, since you hatched the dragon, fate will not let it starve?

"Hurry and squeeze! Hurry!" Ian ordered quickly.

This dog really helped a lot. If it weren't for its existence, Ian would have ordered the ship to dock now, and then go ashore to find a source of milk for the dragon.

It is not far from Pentos. There are many villages and the population is very dense. Ian is not worried about not finding it, but he is afraid of running into a Dothraki raiding team, which will inevitably lead to a fierce battle.

Soon, Darren returned to the table with a small bowl of dog milk.

Ian subconsciously wanted Daenerys to feed her, but he suddenly remembered an old saying in his mind, whoever has milk is a mother.

If I personally feed Ion the first milk, will it increase his closeness to me? Or even, would it make her think of herself as the dragon mother?

Thinking this, Ian had quick eyes and quick hands, and snatched the wooden bowl from Daenerys before Daenerys reached out to take it, causing the girl to show a confused expression.

"Leave these chores to me, Your Majesty, you are a man of wealth." Ian said perfunctorily, and then handed the wooden bowl to Ian's mouth.

Sure enough, this time the little black dragon didn't turn a blind eye to the meat. Instead, it quickly got up, flapped its translucent wings twice, buried its head in the bowl and drank.

"It drank! This is the kind of food it needs now!" Seeing this, the girl instantly threw away her frustration at being robbed of the feeding opportunity and shouted happily.

After a while, the black dragon finished the milk in the bowl. It retracted its head from the bowl, crawled forward two steps, and looked at Ian longingly.

"It's not full," Daenerys said quickly.

"I see," Ian nodded, "Any more?" he asked Darren.

"Of course you can if you want to squeeze, but those puppies." Darren said and was glared at by Ian, so he quickly changed his words, "This dog's milk production is very high, there is no problem at all."

What are those puppies? Is it important to have dragons? Don't mention this kind of thing in front of Daenerys, lest her sympathy will overflow. This is what Darren read in Ian's eyes at that moment.

After staying with Ian for a long time, he felt that he had mastered it.

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