"A living Dragon is worth far more than a dead one," Hugh said in a deep voice.
"Get everyone moving, throw away everything that needs to be thrown away, and let's drag this brown Dragon onto the deck first."
At Hugh's command, everyone began to move.
The Harpy was large, but Sheepstealer's body was even larger.
It wasn't until the setting sun hung low that everyone, with Sheepstealer's cooperation, managed to drag her massive body onto the deck.
A large amount of cargo was thrown into the sea, but even so, the ship's draft was still dangerously deep.
Sheepstealer's wings and tail hung in the sea, and it seemed as if the entire Dragon would breathe her last in the next second.
"Leader, we can't go flaunting such a large Dragon everywhere," the Fat Man said, his brows furrowed.
"The Fat Man is right, Leader. Now that House Targaryen has re-established itself in the Stepstones and war has reignited, a Dragon this big is too conspicuous!"
The Stepstones have been granted to a Targaryen Prince, and House Targaryen is bound to fight the Triarchy to the bitter end.
A dying great Dragon is an extremely important target for both sides.
The Targaryens will not allow their always sacred Dragons to fall into the hands of the Triarchy.
And a dying great Dragon is equally important to the Triarchy.
The Triarchy can even let their own people with ancient Valyrian blood try to tame this severely wounded and dying brown Dragon!
Once the Triarchy tames this brown Dragon.
At that time, the myth that only those with Targaryen blood can tame Dragons will be completely shattered!
This blow to House Targaryen will be fundamental and fatal!
Hugh narrowed his eyes, hesitated repeatedly, and slowly walked towards Sheepstealer.
Just as Hugh approached Sheepstealer's head, Sheepstealer, who had her eyes tightly shut and was breathing faintly, suddenly opened her eyes.
Her cold golden vertical pupils locked onto Hugh, radiating killing intent.
If Hugh made any unusual move, Sheepstealer would unleash her Dragonflame without hesitation.
"Calm down! Calm down!"
Hugh's pure High Valyrian language blurted out.
Sheepstealer was visibly startled.
Seeing the killing intent recede, Hugh slowly approached again until he was only a step away from Sheepstealer's massive head.
"I mean no harm, you can trust me, I can provide you with food!"
Hugh used High Valyrian to soothe Sheepstealer, his hand slowly approaching until it completely touched Sheepstealer's warm scales!
Sheepstealer watched Hugh's hand slowly approach. The moment his hand touched her scales, she slowly closed her eyes.
Sensing the faint, almost imperceptible connection between himself and Sheepstealer, Hugh finally released the tension in his heart.
"Phew, from now on, we are brothers!"
Hugh laughed, but Sheepstealer suddenly opened her eyes, seeming a little displeased, and glared at Hugh.
This scene completely stunned everyone on the deck. The Fat Man turned to look at the young boy with a shocked expression.
"Kid, slap me, did I see that wrong?"
The young man called "Kid" suddenly let out a long sigh of relief and grinned:
"Fat Man, we're about to take off. Do you remember what I said when we were ship slaves?"
"Of course I remember, you said: Follow the right person, and even a pig can fly," the Fat Man scratched his head.
"The Leader speaks High Valyrian, has silver-white hair and purple eyes.
When he took us in, he only had one warship, but the warship had five hundred sets of armor and tens of thousands of gold dragons!"
The Kid's expression was excited, as if he could already see a bright future!
The Fat Man clicked his tongue speechlessly: "What the hell are you talking about? Can't you just speak normally?
The Leader must have tamed that Dragon, so we're going to be invincible. Isn't it better to just say it simply?"
The Kid glanced at the Fat Man, his look of disdain undisguised.
"Idiot, I'm too lazy to explain to you."
The Fat Man: "..."
"Krestin, you, the Kid, and the Fat Man, roast all the goats, hurry!"
Krestin's mouth twitched, "Leader, can we keep one?"
"No, we'll be docking soon, just bear with it. When we do, I'll treat everyone to three days and nights at the brothel!"
Hugh directly refused Krestin's suggestion to keep one goat. The most important thing now was for Sheepstealer to eat and regain her strength!
Gently stroking Sheepstealer's scales, Hugh suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Wait a minute, Fat Man, Kid, you two don't need to go. Get rid of everyone else. Sheepstealer is not in good condition right now, we need to find a place for her to recover."
"Understood, mission accomplished," the Kid nodded.
As everyone knows, the Fat Man and the young boy are the best partners, working together.
Each time the young boy executed someone, the Fat Man would lift the body and throw it into the sea to feed the fish.
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Ten days passed in a flash.
Dragonstone.
Rumble—
Vhagar descended from the sky, followed by Dreamfyre and Tessarion landing in succession.
Inside the tent, Aegon took a sip of water, his gaze strangely fixed on the person before him.
"So, you came all the way to Dragonstone just to question me?"
Aegon never expected that simply burning some granaries and fields would lead to the Rebel Army leader coming to find him.
"You really have some nerve. After finally taking the Lango Highlands, you actually dare to come directly to me.
Aren't you afraid that if you die, someone else will take your position as the Rebel Army leader?"
Hidolf met Aegon's gaze without fear: "I just want to know if you are willing to support us in fighting the slave masters?"
He didn't answer Aegon's question but took the initiative, directly asking Aegon if he wanted to support them in going to war with the slave masters.
"To be honest, I don't think the Rebel Army will be a match for the slave master class, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Do you think the Rebel Army needs support?"
Just as Aegon finished speaking, Aemond suddenly burst in.
"Brother, let me tell you, I destroyed at least twenty pirate ships today and killed hundreds of people. Hurry up and praise me!"
Aemond's words had just fallen when Daeron's voice arrived before he even entered the tent.
"He's lying! He's lying!" Daeron shouted as he rushed into the tent, "I was the one who spotted the enemy, and I destroyed several ships too!"
"..."
"..."
Aegon's face darkened. These two little brats, they were truly embarrassing!
But Hidolf didn't feel embarrassed at all, only that Dragonriders were truly terrifying!
One must know that in the past ten days, he had encountered too many pirates who had miraculously survived on his way from Tyrosh Island to Dragonstone.
The surviving pirates all regretted not taking seriously the two messages released by Egon Targaryen.
Egon Targaryen's encirclement and suppression this time was completely different from what they had imagined.
They imagined the encirclement to be Dragons following the naval fleet, searching for their traces like headless flies across the vast sea.
Instead, the Dragons didn't wander around with the fleet at all but used their aerial advantage to find pirate hideouts hidden on the islands.
After finding a hideout, the fleet would dock, and a group of naval soldiers, so disciplined it was hard to understand, would form military formations and coordinate with the Dragons to launch surprise attacks and encirclements!
The pirates who were originally hidden on the islands had never seen such a disgusting and cunning fighting style.
Suddenly, the pirate hideouts on the Stepstones were quickly eradicated, and a large number of pirates fled at the mere sight.
All merchant ships sailed towards the first channel.
The second and third channels were blocked.
Any ship appearing outside the first channel would be considered a target by the Dragons in the sky.
Hidolf was almost burned to ashes by a light blue Dragon. It was only after sailing towards the first channel that he avoided having to sail while constantly hiding.
The first channel is now the safest route to cross the Stepstones.
Although one has to pay a ten percent passage tax, it is always better than being plundered by pirates or being bled dry by the Triarchy.
Sometimes the Triarchy is even worse than pirates. At least most pirates only seek gold and silver and won't sell people as slaves.
"Hmm?"
Aemond, who was about to put Daeron in a headlock, suddenly saw Hidolf.
"Brother, who is this?"
"The leader of the Rebel Army, here to question me," Aegon said with a smile.
"Question you?" Aemond was surprised for a moment.
Then he shouted outside: "Someone! Get this guy out of here and feed him to Vhagar!"
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