I Became the Mother of Dragons

       "AHH, no, uncle, SAVE ME…Mureno, I'll curse you in death forever—" Ghadi in the flames let out an inhuman howl.

The Grand Wise Master turned a blind eye and took a few steps back in horror.

Because the fiery red holy mark quickly turned from red to black, the red flames also turned into a cloud of constantly distorted shadows.

Like a wriggling living creature, the initially small shadow gradually elongated, extended on the floor, and finally projected onto the wall, climbed to the ceiling and twisted and swayed with the burning fire of the wood.

The Crone is holding her cane while singing an unknown incantation while dancing a dance full of lust and provocative movements with an ugly body, it seems to be an invitation to love to the inexplicable…

Gradually, something truly responded.

The slender shadows began to fork as if a human stretched its arms and legs, and the Grand Wise Master even saw the twisted holes in the shadow's skull.

"Ahh Evil...a great evil looms." He murmured face deathly pale.

Countless twisted shadows danced with the Crone, occasionally drifting past Ghadi's torso in the flames…

The shadows from Hell were long and dark, any light they touched vanished. The flames release darkness instead of light because of them. The beams of light from the skylight seem to turn off like blown torches. The bright and warm training ground instantly turns into a tomb…

An hour later, a group of servants entered the training ground, silently sweeping the ashes on the basis, and under a beam of light from the skylight, a gnarled and scorched corpse with its mouth open from its final moments of life.

It is very contradictory. It is obviously burnt, but it smells of rot as if it was not a living person that was burned before, but a swollen corpse that was dug out of its grave and swollen with Corpse Water.

"Ah, it failed again," the Crone sighed then said while walking on the tunnel leading to the pyramid, "Grand Wise Master, you have seen it with your own eyes, I truly tried."

The Grand Wise Master held the warm gem-encrusted wooden box and responded with a sullen face, "Mm."

"Then arrange a boat to take me out of Yunkai tonight. God, it's time for the Mother of Dragons to attack the city too, I'm too old to bear the baptism of a Dragons fire." the Crone cackled in sadistic glee.

The footsteps of the two echoed in the dark and quiet tunnel. After a while, the Grand Wise Master whispered: "Don't leave in a hurry, you will be safe in the pyramid."

"Oh, you haven't given up yet?" the Crone asked curiously.

Taking a deep breath, the Grand Wise Master flashed an icy stare, and coldly said: "Can you let the Great Other kill that woman?"

"Are you dreaming? Not to mention the Silver Queen who is guarded by Dragons, even if I want to hurt you but a common man, I can't do it." Crone crowed.

"But you killed Ghadi, you killed so many!" The Grand Wise Master gritted his teeth.

"Kekeke, a sacrifice is not the same as killing. If Black Magic could really kill or injure so easily, the Dothraki or the Jogos Nhai of the grasslands would have been exterminated many moons before even my birth.

But the fact is, if I run into an ordinary Dothraki boy head-on, he can easily chop off my head." the Crone shook his head helplessly.

The Grand Wise Master glanced suspiciously at the Crone next to him and said, "I recently heard a piece of news from Westeros, surrounded by thousands of troops, a shadow broke into a King's camp, and cut the throat of its King."

"Kekeke, if everyone thinks so, then the real murderer of the King can enjoy the fruits of victory. Does not the Lord Grand Wise Master know better than these old bones?" the Crone said with a cackle.

"You mean, with the power of sorcery it is completely impossible to do that?" The Grand Wise Master hesitated.

In fact, he also thinks it is nonsense. If Magic is so powerful, what's the point of the Ghis and Dragon Queen fighting with hundreds of thousands of armies?

But…

"Is it true that Rhoynar used Water Magic to fight the Dragons?"

"Water Magic destroying that city should have truly happened." The wrinkles between the Crone's old brows deepened, "but that involves God, Rhoyne seems to have given way to God, that is, the God of Rhoynar's belief.

If someone can drive darkness to kill, then they must be more terrifying than a Dragon, because behind them there must also be a God – God of Terror, The Soul of Ice!"

"Could you borrow more power of The Great Other? Why cannot you drive the shadows to kill?" The Grand Wise Master still didn't give up.

Crone rolled her eyes and asked back, "How much pocket money does your own son earn each month, and how much can that nephew Ghadi get from you?"

Grand Wise Master sternly said: "If Ghadi is as good as Dax, I will give him more."

"Sorry, I also hope that I am the best Maegi under the Great Other, it's a pity I'm not." the Crone indifferently said.

"I advise you to stop thinking about it, even if Westeros really has someone who can drive the shadows to kill…well, if such a rumor is true, then the other party must be a Red Priest who is proficient in black magic!

But even if you bring in that Priest, you can't kill the Dragon Queen."

"Is her slender neck stronger than the shadows?" The Grand Wise Master said with a laugh.

"Let me tell you this, regular Magic can't hurt a Dragonlord! Otherwise, why would the Valyrians rule the world?"

"What if the Dragon wasn't by her side? "The Grand Wise Master was reluctant.

"Ai, if you really want to assassinate her, you might as well hire the Faceless Men. The New Ghis people asked me to come to Dragon Hatch for you, and it only cost 200,000 Gold Honor, but 200,000 Gold Honor is not enough for a fraction of the cost of Faceless Men, think about why!"

"hmph, we've—"

"dong dong dong…" A rush of footsteps interrupted their conversation.

At this point, they had passed through the passage between the arena and the pyramid and were climbing the stairs with the help of four servants.

"Lord Grand Wise Master, there is a situation outside the city!" A yellow silk cloak gasped and anxiously said.

Mureno handed the box containing the Dragon egg to the servant beside him, patted off the soot on his Tokar robe, and said indifferently: "That Slave Queen finally can't hold back and is going to attack the city?"

"No, the Dothraki are gone!"

"What?"

"The Dothraki who have been guarding the east and south city gates have disappeared."

Yunkai is not a completely square city. Its north and west sides are built along the curved coastline, with docks on both sides, and the city only opens city gates in the east and south directions.

A few days ago, the Dothraki had been guarding 500 meters outside the city, blocking the passage on the land of Yunkai.

"Since they have left, then immediately send a trooper out of the city to inquire about the situation of the other party's camp!" Grand Wise Master frowned.

"General Grazdan sent someone to see it long ago. The militiamen who built the battering ram on the roads have disappeared, the camp is closed, and there is no one outside the camp."

"This… what did Grazdan and the Tattered Prince say?" the Grand Wise Master asked hastily.

"They asked me to invite you because they couldn't make up their minds," said the soldier.

The last time the cavalry raided, the result hit the shadow of failure, which has been shrouded in the hearts of Yunkai soldiers. In the morning, the Dothraki disappeared. At noon, they found that the people on the roads outside Yunkai were also gone. A group of people discussed all afternoon and did not make any emergency measures.

Only in the evening, a few sellswords who had paid for the settlement ventured to the right side of the "Northern Expedition Liberation Army" camp, the result…

"Lord Wise Masters, There was no one guarding the enemy's camp at all. We lurked to the left side of the enemy's camp while it was dark, but we found that from a distance it was a wall of tall wooden stakes, with only a thin layer of wood. "A small black sellsword said.

Grazdan, horrified, glanced at Zidan, the leader of the 'New Second Sons', and asked, "You mean, the camp of the slave rebels is just a distraction!?"

"Compared to its looks it's flimsy, I tried to mark it with a dagger and opened a hole the size of a bowl." Another middle-aged man said strangely.

Zidan was still at a loss, and the old sword poet Denzo paled and said: "We....were deceived, the Mother of Dragons deliberately brought us to the gate of the camp, and only the gate of the entire camp is real, the other places…"

"Why?" the Tattered Prince's facial expression is grave.

"Have you entered the camp to check it out? There are three camps, front, middle, and back, stretching for 10 kilometers." Grazdan quickly asked the two spies.

"How dare we go in? From the hole, we can see that the camp is full of soldiers with spears. The other party seems to be on guard. At night, they don't even light the bonfires. I don't know what they are doing."

"Dammit, they must be waiting for us to steal the camps!" Grazdan blurted out.

"So that's how it is, deliberately let us discover the fragility of the camps, and then-" the Tattered Prince also showed a sudden look on his face at first and also said that he agreed with Grazdan's judgment, but halfway through suddenly stopped.

"If we find that the camps are weak, will we steal the camps? Or, do we plan to attack at night?" He looked around at the people around him and asked rhetorically.

"This…" Grazdan blushed, you lowly sellsword, how dare you speak? If I find the opponent's weak spot as a Son of the Harpy, of course, I would attack!

It doesn't seem like I dare…

Then he thought frustratingly.

Although I only played against the Mother of Dragons twice, the consequences of the two short fights were too terrifying. The opponent was young, and the battle formation skills were like castles.

He, Grazdan, had been the Iron Legion Captain for 10 years, and how many pirates and bandits had he conquered?

His experience of naval and land warfare is extremely rich, and that woman… seems to be illiterate, wandering all the time, and has never even attended school. This…

"Then are we attacking or not?" Zidan asked weakly.

"This…" the Tattered Prince, Captain, Grazdan, the Grand Wise Masters… All the generals at the scene hesitated.

"The question is whether the Mother of Dragons wants us to steal the camp, we have to do the opposite!" Denzo facial expression was grave as he said.

"Does she want us to?" Seven or eight people asked in unison.

Denzo's face began to distort, and it took a while before he said with difficulty: "I, don't know…"

"If you can't guess, then don't guess," Shit man Yezzan said coolly on the side, "It's obvious if wisdom had weight, this whole room would weigh less than half of her weight.

In this case, we will try our best to fight deadly battles and kill them. Fight, stick to the city according to the original plan, and pretend that the Dothraki have not disappeared.

Don't keep thinking about mind games such as surprise attacks and stealing, you can't play her!"

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked towards the Shit Man, some people despised, but more people expressed their appreciation.

Although Yunkai's richest man has a mouth that smells as bad as his ass, it really requires extraordinary wisdom to be the wealthiest man.

The Grand Wise Master talked with several Commanders in a low voice for a while and then announced loudly: "Just do this, everyone goes back to sleep in peace, we don't need to pay attention to what happens outside.

As long as we stabilize the people's hearts, defend the city's defenses, don't panic, don't rush, we will win."

Unfortunately, he thought too much.

Many times you can't do it if you want to.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, more than 100 Ravens flew to Yunkai one after another, all of which were telling the news: At noon today, the Dragon Queen led 50,000 troops to surprise Meereen. We…. are finished!