Game of Thrones: The Strongest Guoguang

Chapter 110 What a Beautiful Priestess

The auction will be held soon.

Lannall complained loudly while helping Rhaenyra prepare her luggage.

"Why don't you call me for things like traveling the world!"

"It's a pity that I can't go when there is such a thing!"

She wanted to travel with Rhaenyla a long time ago, but unfortunately Rynilla was busy with government affairs and couldn't spare time.

Events like Tyrosh's auction were like cat's paws tickling her adventurous heart.

"It can't be helped." Rhaenyla said,
"Waghar's size is too big, and he will reveal his whereabouts."

"The Velaryan family will not allow you to take risks. The Kingdom of the Third Daughter regards you as a thorn in the side. Once you show up..."

"Besides, Dragonstone and King's Landing need your care for me, too."

Rhaenila's reasons convinced Lanal, "Well, it's just for your sake."

"Pay attention to your own safety." Lanna looked at the two giant dragons that took off, and said silently in her heart...

The dragon knight sitting on the dragon's back didn't communicate much, and the air flow brought by the full flight made people speechless.

You can only shout on the back of the dragon.

However, when Rhaenyra and Damon stepped out of the Westeros sea, she felt a huge change.

"After leaving Westeros, the magic factor began to become chaotic, and after absorbing it, my heart was full of negative emotions..."

It's no wonder that Asshai in the Far East is like hell, full of all kinds of demons and ghosts, and the casters are also ghastly.

The heart tree, the weirwood, the gods... cleansing the magic of Westeros.

The Green Seer of Westeros, also benefits from pure magic.

But mages dare not come to Westeros.

Because... the power of the old gods is undeniably powerful.

Not to mention the remaining power of the mother tree that once supported the world, there are two old gods in the waters near Westeros.

The Drowned God, and the Storm God.

The unprecedented storm that destroyed the remaining Targaryen fleet when Daenerys was born in "Storm Born" was the masterpiece of the God of Storms.

That storm was just for the upcoming "Save the World", this big show added to the fun.

After all the dragons died, the world's winters became longer and summers shorter.

The mother tree needs the dragons to provide strength for the dragon in the dream, and to resist the severe cold of the extreme north.

This is also the reason why the royal family can integrate into the Seven Kingdoms of the Andals and breed the spirit body of the dragon from the dream.

The dragon is related to the long night. After all the dragons disappear from the world, the night that has lasted for generations will finally come.

The power of the gods also began to fail.

It was the Drowned God who drowned Stannis' parents, and his jester "Patchface", and Melisandre, the witch of the Red God R'hllor, also began to appear on the stage.

Only the poor "seven gods" who have not yet been conceived can only sit back and watch them be burned by R'hllor's followers like seven logs.

Rhaenila silently lit a lamp for the Seven Gods in her heart.

"Hey!" Prince Damon on the back of Korak Hulong gestured to Rhaenyla in a daze.

Tylosi, one of the trading city-states, is not far away!
The two landed on a small forest island some distance away from the city-state.

Rhaenyra and Damon took their weapons and changed into their luggage.

"Do you need a few attendants?" Damon asked

Rhaenila shook her head, "Go to Tylosi to change the golden dragon first, and then only the two of us will go in together."

Although attendants and servants are excellent disguises, they are easy to leave behind.

The two hurried on their way in silence, during which time they changed to a merchant ship.

When they approached the main city of Tylosi, the two disappeared for a while, and when they came out again, their luggage changed again.

Tyrosh is an extremely noisy city, once on the verge of war with city-states such as Myr.

"They are gorgeous and greedy." The Dornish merchant once introduced Tylosi to Rhaenyla.

Walking on the streets of Tailosi, the first thing you see are the temples and palaces of different gods.

Mercenaries, slaves and lust gardens are also very common here, as long as the price can be afforded, the Tyroshi can provide corresponding services.

Pedestrians looked at Rhaenila in fear, "Sorceress!"

"It's interesting," Daemon Targaryen said softly.
Noisy like a vegetable market, what's the point?
"Don't look at their accents, but occasionally a few noble female nobles have a very pleasant voice."

"We're here." Damon stepped into a deserted tavern, and walked out not long after.

"Okay."

This is the reason for bringing Daemon. He once traveled in the trading city-state and has many underground connections.

"All of our Westeros gold dragons have been exchanged for the currency of the trading city-state."

"There is good news, and bad news."

"What bad news?"

"Without an invitation letter, you cannot enter the auction."

...

Daemon Targaryen didn't continue to play tricks, "The good news is that the greed of the Tyroshi people is famous all over the world."

They have a famous saying, how can a candidate who can't even bribe votes be worthy of ruling their city?
Dimon took out two invitation letters, "It's easy to handle."

"This group of people who dye their hair in various colors can sell anything as long as they have money."

This rule applies to any trade city-state.

"Where is it like our Westeros, knights value honor!"

Don't worry, you have never seen the disintegration of rituals and music during the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion.

...the two continued to the center of the city.

Suddenly, Rhaenyla's eyes flicked to the caravan approaching in the distance.

That's a group of free folk from Westeros!
But at this time, they were wearing shackles and walking listlessly like walking corpses.

Passers-by didn't look sideways, obviously this team was not uncommon for them.

"Tyrosh's slave catchers sometimes sailed north across the Narrow Sea and the Wall, looking for wildlings to enslave."

"I want to buy them." Rhaenyla's muffled voice came from under the mask.

"What's the use of buying them? There aren't enough servants in the Red Castle?" Damon was puzzled.

The savage is also a believer of the old gods, and maybe she can find a way to increase her strength. Rhaenyla thought of the clan statue in Whisper Castle.

Seeing that Rhaenilla did not answer, Damon could only resign himself to his fate and ran to the slave owner.

"Hey, Tyroshi merchant over there, my mistress wants to buy these junky savages."

The slave trader who was joking with his companions was not angry when he heard the words, but ran to Damon with a silly smile on his face.

"You want all these savages?"

As long as you have money, it doesn't matter if you have a bad attitude, the Tyroshis were overjoyed.

Moreover, this knight doesn't look easy to mess with.

At this time, Damon's body was wrapped in elite armor, and he couldn't see his real appearance clearly, like a loyal and reliable family knight.

"Of course." It was Rhaenyla who was behind Damon who said this.

"Old and weak women and children, as well as these people, I want them all."

God of the Three Heads, what a beautiful maiden!

Rhaenila's face was covered with a vague and invisible black veil, and her graceful figure was covered by a black mage robe.

However, her hair dyed in full silver and her purple pupils revealed her identity.

Some lewd eyes stopped abruptly after touching the staff she was holding: it was also wrapped in black gauze, but the surging magic power surged on the staff, shocking passers-by.

It doesn't look like someone who can be provoked!
"Noble blood of the Dragon King, lord priestess!"

The slave master bowed his head in greeting.

Because of the auction, many mages and witches appeared in Tyroshi recently, but the background of the one in front of him still surprised him.

An easily invisible inheritor of an ancient Valyrian remnant?
(End of this chapter)