Quanyou: I loaded the Demon Hunter system

Chapter 159 Trust me, I can do it
Krazni mo Nakroz's greasy bearded rough face obviously had a look of astonishment, and he didn't quite understand what Clay meant.

What?Does this give yourself a dragon?Or the biggest one?
As a guy who can stay in the position of a good lord for a long time and is still alive and kicking, countless times of living experience told him that this is wrong, but what is wrong, he really couldn't understand for a while.

The Beggar King and his woman came here with only one boat, and there was no army at all. Her dragon was placed in a large box on the side, and it didn't look very dangerous.

But those who can come to discuss business with him are generally not idiots, because the idiots have been eaten up by other people in Astapor before talking to him.

With bloodshot eyes, he looked suspiciously at Klein's right hand that was raised to the sky. Krazni Mo Nakroz didn't know what the purpose of this person was.

It shouldn't be, the only thing they rely on is these three little dragons that haven't grown up at all, wait... dragons!

Krazni Mo Nakroz suddenly remembered a rumor, a rumor that came from the beach, but was not accepted by the good lords like them.

Suddenly realized something, before Krazni Mo Nakroz could utter a word, a strange vibration sounded into his ears.

He heard the terrified screams of the people around him, and then, the shocking roar directly broke through all barriers and slammed hard on the eardrum of the good lord.

This slave trader, who was used to fake smiles and conspiracies, didn't even have the courage to raise his head at this moment, because he had already realized what the man in front of him meant by what he just said.

I'll give you a dragon, a dragon, a real dragon, the question is, are you alive?
It was a sunny morning at this time, but a huge shadow was cast on the Pride Square. Amidst the most instinctive screams of human beings, the blue-gold dragon flew over half of Astapor City, and in the Pride Square circling over.

Under the scorching sun, the blue-gold surface of Gelesos reflected the dazzling sunlight, making the dragon itself look like a god.

The slave owners were terrified, and the interesting thing was that the first reaction in their minds was to call for the Freedom to protect them, instead of the Unsullied Legion who stood still and seemed to see nothing.

Gelesos' huge wings waved above everyone's heads, and it was about to land in this relatively spacious field.

The strong wind rushed to the ground, and Clay pulled Daenerys into his arms, and used his back to shield her from the dust that filled the air.

With a bang, the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground seemed to directly hit the hearts of everyone present except Clay. Although the dust blocked their vision, everyone felt the scorching heat.

Although the current temperature itself is very high, it is clear that the dragon's body temperature is higher than they imagined.

A heavy snort sounded in his ears, and Clay didn't even look at it. He let go of Daenerys's back with one hand, and directly touched the large head that Galethos leaned over.

The blue scales were warm to the touch, and Gelesos seemed to like Clay touching them very much. Longan squinted slightly, quietly looking at the master and the woman in his arms, who seemed to have a crush on him.

Well, the master's eyesight is still good, but unfortunately, I, Gelesos, is dedicated, and only the master can ride me...

After the dust cleared, the benevolent Lord of Slave Bay and his army of free people tremblingly looked at the giant dragon with great visual impact in the arena, and were speechless.

Gelesos ignored these people and put his head out to sniff Daenerys.

The little queen just came out of Clay's arms, and she was thinking about something, when suddenly, a huge dragon's head stuck behind her, which startled her immediately.

In fact, she hadn't seen Gelesos very much, she just saw it briefly on the boat, and soon, Clay flew away on it.

Now, the little queen was a little at a loss, because Gelesos' big head was sniffing in her arms, and she didn't know what she was smelling.

Daenerys actually has a very good impression of the blue-gold dragon, because no matter from which point of view, Gelesos is a very outstanding guy.

The little queen thought of Yang Yan, the giant dragon of the Targaryen family in history, that pure golden dragon, but unfortunately, unfortunately, it encountered a bloody civil war in which the blood dragon danced wildly.

Knowing that it meant no harm to her, but letting such a big guy crawl into her arms, Daenerys pushed it away with her little hands, but she had no choice but to back away while throwing a look of help to Clay.

Of course Clay knows what's going on, this is the resonance between the dragon and the people with the blood of the Dragon King, and Gelesos likes Daenerys, which is derived from the instinct in the blood.

"Okay, don't make a fuss about Gelesos, go say hello to our benevolent lords."

Clay patted Gelesos's dragon horn, and the big blue-gold guy reluctantly withdrew his head, glanced at his master, and then turned his golden dragon eyes to the people in Slaver's Bay who were on the verge of a formidable enemy .

The giant dragon greeted, using the way dragons are best at, it opened a huge mouth full of sharp fangs, and a deafening roar rushed out of its throat.

The threatening roar came so suddenly that it even scared the swords out of the hands of some soldiers of the Freedom Corps. These people no longer had the courage to pick up the swords, screamed, and joined the ranks of fleeing.

Clay stepped forward, took Daenerys with him, randomly picked up a weapon dropped by the deserters of the Freedom Regiment, held it in his hand, and walked directly towards the benevolent adults who had been frightened.

Among these free militia groups, there are one or two bold fools, and under the deterrence of Gelesos, they have no intention of surrendering. Although their calves are trembling, the weapons in their hands are still tightly held.

Clay gave these two or three guys a look of pity. He didn't want to live at first, but now it seems that the fire still has to be lit.

Looking back at Daenerys, under the latter's confused and worried eyes, Clay gently uttered a standard high Valyrian vocabulary towards these two or three people:

"Dracarys!"

After a strange sound, the bright stream of fire, mixed with the bursting high temperature, directly bombarded these lifeless guys.

The well-equipped free militia, the armor on their bodies, and the long steel shield in their hands can't stop the high temperature that can melt steel.

No matter tough will or stupid loyalty, they are all equal under Dragon Flame. Accompanied by the screams that everyone present will remember for a lifetime, after just a few breaths, these people who blocked the way turned into complete ashes melted corpse.

At this moment, Krazny mo Nakroz remembered to call the Unsullied under his training, but before he could speak, he was stared back by Clay's eyes as if he was dying.

The throat hidden behind the fat was rolling hard, and Krazni Mo Nakroz suddenly realized that he had made an extremely stupid mistake.

Daenerys, this woman from Westeros, is already the mother of three dragons, so how can someone who can hold her in her arms without any resistance have nothing to do with the dragons.

There is no doubt that although the person in front of him doesn't have the iconic silver hair and purple eyes, he is definitely a real dragon king, and dragon kings have always been violent.

In the thousands of years of history, the giant dragons and the dragon kings who control them have never bowed their heads to any force other than the dragon king. The only ones who can defeat the dragon king are themselves.

He was stupid enough to provoke a dragon king. At this time, Krazni Mo Nakroz was very clear-headed. He suddenly understood the playful look in the dragon king's eyes when he insulted him and his woman. .

The word just now, although Krazni mo Nakroz himself can't speak High Valyrian, he can vaguely understand the meaning of that sentence.

That's right, how could it be possible that the Dragon King doesn't understand Valyrian? Thinking about what he said just now, the eyes of this arrogant slave trader turned black.

The only thing he is praying for now is that the Dragon King, who burns people even if he disagrees with him, will not bother to burn him to death. Otherwise, even with the protection of the Unsullied, he will be doomed today.

The sole of his foot stepped directly on the charred corpse, and his sternum, which had become brittle, was crushed by Clay's foot. He glanced indifferently at the pile of ashes under his feet that could no longer be called a corpse, and a sneer appeared on Clay's face. , continue to walk towards these five people at the pinnacle of power in Astapor.

Some people want to escape, but their bodies have been hollowed out by alcohol and sex, so they can't control their bodies at all, and they can't do anything except tremble.

They are very regretful now, why don't they find out who this person is first.

"How about it, my lord, are you satisfied with my gift?"

Clay slowly walked up to Krazni mo Nakroz, twirling the shiny blade in his hand, making the good lord of Astapor feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Although he was hot and irritable before, but now, he feels that he no longer knows what warmth is.

He exhausted all his strength, controlled the muscles on his face, and pulled a smile that was uglier than crying:
"My lord, oh no, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Dragon King, I feel guilty for my offense just now, please let me make compensation for my disrespectful behavior just now."

His voice trembled, but he was the best performer among the five.

Because the other four people have lost control of a certain part of their muscles at this time, and the disgusting brownish yellow color appeared on their luxurious toka robes.

"Your four friends seem to be in a bit of a panic. Let's talk about your compensation in another place, my lord."

Clay has an absolute advantage now, and of course he doesn't want to let himself suffer. He turned around, took Daenerys's little white hand, and led her towards Galethos.

He didn't even look back, knowing that the slave trader would definitely hesitate when he saw his direction, so a light sentence fell on Krazny Mo Nakroz's head:
"Don't make me angry anymore, my lord, my dragon hasn't had breakfast yet."

"It's... Your Majesty"

The slave trader braced himself, lowered his head and quickly followed the pace of Clay and Daenerys. When he got to the side of Gelesos, Clay finally got rid of the unpleasant smell.

He looked at the slave trader who seemed to be fished out of the water, covered in cold sweat, and stretched out three fingers:
"As a punishment, only three of you can survive to meet me. As for who, you decide for yourself. I think you understand what I mean."

"In one day, I want to see two human heads in front of me, otherwise, I will burn the whole of Astapor..."

Clay stepped forward and whispered into the slaver's shaking ear:
"Trust me, I can do it."

(End of this chapter)