"We are afraid we can't go back." As we spoke, scarlet blood foam spurted out from Dario's mouth, leaving a rich stroke on his pale face.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the gloomy sewers, and the interlaced passages flashed with countless figures in the fire. There were people of the sons of the harp, who had surrounded the place.

The collision of soldiers is still so clear and audible in the dark, and the elites of the Unscrupulous have not given up on resisting.

Balistan sent the sword into the chest of a harpie son with his backhand, then pulled it out twice before pulling it out, "How many people have been killed? How many harpie sons are there here? Whole city?"

The once sharp knight sword was covered with tiny gaps, and there were faint cracks in some places. Ursus's steelmaking technology was much better than Westeros.

Although this place is slavery, it is not as turbulent as Westeros. As the birthplace of ancient civilization, merchants are more willing to make technological progress for the sake of gold coins, and the force point of the scimitar is originally different from that of the long sword.

Of course, it is a bit inappropriate to consider these things at this time, because in the dark, the densely surging figures are all the sons of the harp.

The torches of the Unscrupulous people had already been extinguished when they came. In the high-intensity battle, they repelled waves of enemies, but when the light illuminated the sewer again, they found in despair that the reinforcements of the son of the Hawks had blocked the entrances of the passage on all sides.

"I never thought there were so many harps in Meereen." Balistan leaned against the wall, holding the wall with his hands and gasping, his body dripping blood. Several scars were torn from his abdomen and shoulders.

There are not many people left in the Uncle. When the arrival of the team of nearly a hundred people was only a few dozen people left. This means that the command system of the Unclerc Legion will undergo a major blood change, if there is still the Unclerc Legion.

But on the other hand, the people of the harem son kept rushing to the sewer, from all directions, endless, as if the entire Meereen people had come here.

If these harems can be captured in one go, even if there are more harem sons, it is worth it. After this attack, Daenerys' power will greatly damage his vitality. Faced with the turbulent turtle, if contacting the good master properly, it is not impossible to overthrow Daenerys' rule in one fell swoop.

Although she didn't know which eagle nest Daenerys discovered, it was really not a wise move to let all the elite attack through the sewer. She didn't know if the harp's eyes were always staring at Meeren.

A harem son with a more gorgeous mask hides in the shadows, shaking the scimitar in his hand.

The Unscrupulous people surrounded by them were covered in bruises and exhausted. Although these people had strong combat power,... he looked at the large number of companions around him, and the son of the harpies were more.

"You don't think about how many people Meeren has." Dario leaned against Balistan and replied with a smile. The same blood was dripping with the same fatigue, but unfortunately, the world of ice and fire is not popular tobacco. Otherwise, he would definitely ignite one at this time.

The Uncles protected the two of them. They did this without realizing the combat effectiveness just now. Although they might all die here, they would be the two who died in the end. It is the Uncles' responsibility to protect the commander.

"It's cheaper to be that wizard." Balistan sighed, and the formation of the son of the Hawksey changed again, obviously preparing to launch the final attack.

"Those good masters are not easy to deal with." Dario smiled, and raised the scimitar in his hand, the only weapon he had left.

Amid the strange cry of the harps, the scimitar in their hands raised high, like crazy believers, in the shadow of the torches, they launched a fearless attack.

"For Her Majesty the Queen!" Balistan also shouted with a hoarse throat. Like those who are innocent, they held the sword in their hands and faced the white-robed men with the eagle-headed mask.

...

The collision of the spear and the scimitar burst out with Mars, like starlight in the dark sewer. The roar and roar of the Unsullied before his death, each sound clearly reached Daenerys' ears and entered her heart.

She sat in front of the bed blankly, looking at the huge crystal ball placed on the table motionlessly, with no joy or sorrow on her face, and even Misandei did not notice it even when she entered the room.

"Your Majesty." Misandai called softly.

Daenerys turned her head and saw Misandai standing beside her. She asked softly, "What new request does he have?"

"Nothing special, I just asked for a market to build a spice processing workshop." Misandai brought food to Daenerys. From the scrupulous man in front of the door, he learned that Daenerys had locked herself in the house for an afternoon, and Balistan fought in the sewer for an afternoon, and she looked at it for an afternoon, every moment, without falling at all.

After taking the food, Daenerys ate two bites. The bloody scene on the crystal ball did not affect her appetite at all. She was a woman who lived in the nomads. "He would better do this and should fulfill his promise."

"What promise?" At this moment, the protagonist Yi Xiao, who was talking about, pushed the door and entered. Winnie followed him and glanced at Misandai and Daenerys in the room. Yi Xiao asked casually.

Daenerys frowned, the Unscrupulous man in front of the door did not stop him, she did not say hello to them, "The spice mirror and gold coins will help me control Meerelene and build an army to attack Westeros."

"I didn't expect you to be impatient." Yi Xiao ate the fruit on the plate and ate it for a few bites. He felt it tasted strange, so he put it back in Misandai's glare, "Come one by one, don't worry, you should organize the place behind the port first, and you need to build a spice processing workshop."

"I will help. There are no good masters there. After the spices are processed, the good masters still need the source of customers, but don't worry, they agree."

As the evening approached, Yi Xiao visited several good masters near the port in the city. Under the persuasion of the Soul-Snatching Curse, they gave up their houses and moved to several other places in the city to live.

And under the clues they provided, Yi Xiao visited several good masters in the city who controlled the merchant ships. As long as the initial market was opened, the spices would soon attract a large number of merchants themselves.

"What should they do?" Daenerys stared at the fruit that had been bitten on the plate in a daze, and pointed to the crystal ball placed on the table.

"Don't worry." Yi Xiao's eyes glanced at the crystal ball, "The reinforcements have arrived." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!