Under the hot air, dust from the already dry surface was filled with dust, and the army of the Unsullied was stationed in a deserted plain on the east coast of Essos, quietly waiting for their queen's orders.

In the Queen's camp surrounded by the army, the maids lay carpets and lit incense, and a faint breath spread to disperse the dusty atmosphere that was everywhere in the surrounding air.

Two young dragons were entangled in each other and lying in a pile of mats, while the third one was lying on the knees of a silver-haired girl. The wings of the platinum occasionally fluttered, and slight dust swelled on the ground.

Sitting cross-legged in the camp, the silver-haired girl seemed a little absent-minded, her fingers unconsciously scratching the young dragon's neck, but her eyes looked outside were always insidious.

A brown-black-skinned maid stood up after lighting incense. Seeing the queen's appearance at this moment, she couldn't help but comfort her: "Calixi, if you can conquer the ten thousand perfections with dragons, you can use them to occupy Yuankai again, and there is nothing to worry about."

"Crafts are different from war. Crafts can be clever, but war means bleeding." The girl replied absent-mindedly, then sighed, "But I am not worried about this."

Hearing her say this, the white-bearded old man with a crutch on the side couldn't help but ask: "Are you still struggling with the oracle incident not long ago?"

The girl shook her head and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the white-bearded old man was helpless.

Everything that should be said has been said, but now Her Majesty, who has great potential, can't listen to it.

Now, Whitebeard Astan didn't think that comforting anything could be more effective, so he had to change his mind.

"Your Majesty, I can only say, speak with facts."

His words were concise and to the point. Hearing this, the silver-haired girl couldn't help but look at him, and a smile flashed in her eyes. Then she sat upright and stood up straight, staring outside the camp and took a deep breath.

Not long ago, relying on the Dragon and the Scheme, she obtained 10,000 slave troops from a city of Slaves, and now it is her first stop to march into Westeros.

There are many cities around the east coast of the continent of Erssos, but there are not many ports with enough troops to take ships.

At present, this city called Yuankai is probably one, but despite the number of people, it is obvious that the other party cannot give up the city.

So negotiation is inevitable, and today is the day of negotiation.

No one knows the result, but she is ready for some kind of preparation - she only has two choices for the other party, kneeling down and surrendering, or lying down.

Waiting intently, soon after, Knight Jora Mormon arrived at the camp with three enemy mercenary commanders.

One has a black and gray hair, a tall face, the other has a short bald head, a scar on his face, and the last one has a light body and a colorful beard.

Yuankai is a city known for training and is not good at the army and war, so Daenerys mainly faces this negotiation, basically these mercenaries who speak with money.

She thought that after these three people came in, they would introduce themselves or pretend to be disdainful to stimulate their opponents. Whitebeard had already told her about these things before, and she had made some preparations.

However, the first sentence they said was a bit unexpected.

After looking at each other, the gray-haired one of the three said, "The three leaders of the Raven Crow Group, the Titan illegitimate son of the second son, and the nine virtuous lords of Yuankai, are all of us at present."

"So?" Daenerys was puzzled why they didn't play according to the routine, and the white-bearded old man beside her also looked at them vigilantly.

"So, Yuankai is yours, the beautiful queen." The man bowed and bowed.

The understatement is hidden in the large amount of information, and many people in the tent are shocked.

Even if the enemy would be timid when they saw their strength, and even surrendered directly, no one would have expected that they would surrender so easily!

Is there any fraud?

After a long moment of silence, Daenerys couldn't help asking: "I'm honored to accept your surrender, but, what do you need?"

Everyone knows that there will be no good things delivered to the door, and even if you surrender, there will be requirements, unless the other party is a fool.

"We don't need the benefits of the queen." The black-gray-haired foolishly replied: "We only surrender."

Hearing this, Daenerys had not answered yet, the Knight Jora, who was standing beside him, suddenly spoke: "I am frank, I can't believe whether you are really surrendering or are planning some conspiracy."

He said something a little rudely. The silver-haired girl looked at him with a blame, but said nothing.

This was originally her question.

The other three couldn't help but look at each other, but did not respond, but raised their arms and brushed them across their cheeks.

So in the blink of an eye, the original three mercenary corps leaders became three strange men, with calm expressions and polite behavior in front of everyone.

"All the virtuous lords in the city are our people, and their army will not resist you."

The man said repeatedly.

Daenerys was confused and shocked at the sudden change. It was only after the maid whispered in his ear that she could react.

"You are...faceless?"

"We are unknown people." The man replied.

"I'm grateful for your help, but what's the reason?" Daenerys stared at them alertly: "The price of hiring a faceless person is very high, and I may not be able to afford your commission."

"No need to pay, beautiful queen." said the faceless man with a beard, "the nameless allies will pay for the Queen's victory."

"Alliance?" The girl was stunned when she heard this, "Who is it?"

"Alliances are allies." The other party replied: "Where in the Great Wall, he has very clever methods. Allies ask the nameless person to come and help you."

"help me?"

"Yes, help you, the allies need the Queen to go to Westeros as soon as possible."

"Who is he? My father's supporter?"

"He is a wizard." The other party said in a word: "The magical wizard is not from Charia, nor from Westeros natives. He fell from the sky."

"Witch?" Hearing this, Knight Jora, who was beside him frowned, carefully glanced at the three faceless people for several times, and then turned to look at the silver-haired girl.

"Kalixi, wizards and others are not trustworthy at all, there must be frauds in it. And as far as I know, there are no so-called wizards in the Great Wall."

"But there is indeed a wizard in Westeros." The white beard on the other side took a crutch and took his words and said, "Knight Jora, your news is outdated. In King's Landing, the young wizard fell from the sky, and no one knew his origin, but his methods were amazing."

"It's like a wizard like a kui lizard?" the girl asked curiously.

"Different." Whitebeard replied, "That person is not pretending to be a ghost. He has real skills."

"Really capable?"

"Yes, it's true. Black brings evil and chaos. The wizard is completely black, with black hair and black eyes. He can take his life with his fingers. Many people believe he is a demon."

"Black hair, black eyes?" The girl thought.

"What does he look like?"

"This..." The white beard hesitated.

In fact, he only took a few glances in the crowd when Lannister cut Stark's head, and then crossed the ocean and left Westeros. He really couldn't describe his specific appearance, but he had some memories.

So the old man slowly told the general story he had remembered.

The silver-haired girl was calm at first, but the more she heard her face, the more strange her expression became, confused, shocked, confused, and confused, and finally thoughtful.

"wizard……"

Just as she had a lot of associations, a loud dragon roar suddenly appeared, interrupting her contemplation.

The dragon roar sounded not far away, and the sound was filled with pain and struggle. Daenerys's heart trembled and she quickly turned to look. She found that the young dragon Drogon, who should have been sleeping, had begun to shine out at this time!

A dazzling and bright light! It is like the sun!

As the light shrouded in, the black young dragon grew bigger and bigger. It was originally just as big as a hunting dog, but it continued to expand and grow wildly under the screams of everyone, and eventually turned into a giant, even completely lifting the tent!

As the crowd screamed in panic, the monster who transformed from a young dragon into a giant dragon roared, then kicked his hind limbs hard, flapping his wings and leaving the place with a sudden flapping!

This situation happened so unexpectedly that everyone in the camp stared blankly at the black dragon shadow that was leaving, all full of shock and confusion.

Everything I just talked about was completely disrupted by this matter.

The three faceless men looked up at the dragon shadow flying farther and farther away in the sky, silently, while the Whitebeard and the Knight Jora were shocked: "Your Majesty, your dragon..."
Chapter completed!