Loren issued orders one after another.
Twenty warships, like hungry wolves surrounding lambs, began to gradually encircle the Tyroshi Fleet.
Each of Vhagar's swoops could sink three to five warships.
Coupled with the Lannister Fleet continuously firing ballistas and fire stones, the number of warships in the Tyroshi Fleet decreased at a visible rate!
In just a moment, the Tyroshi Fleet, which had consisted of fifty warships, was left with only a dozen or so intact warships.
"Order, prepare to board. We must capture these twelve warships intact!"
Loren could barely suppress the smile on his lips.
Although the remaining twelve warships of the Tyroshi Fleet were converted cargo ships, both cargo ships and warships were urgently needed by the Stepstones now.
"Woo~ woo—"
Dull horn sounds rang out continuously.
Above the night sky, Aemond, who heard the horn sound, suddenly pulled the reins.
Vhagar, in a diving state, immediately spread her wings, and the terrifying sonic boom created a gust of wind that caused the warships below to sway back and forth for a moment.
Quickly gaining altitude, Aemond glanced at the battle situation below and rode Vhagar towards the Lango Highlands.
Although he didn't know exactly where the Lango Highlands were, he knew the general direction.
His mission this time was not only to escort the naval fleet but also to ensure that the slaves on the Lango Highlands could board the ships smoothly and return safely to the Stepstones.
Vhagar constantly flapped her Dragon wings, her speed increasing.
Aemond narrowed his eyes and soon discovered two points of fire below, one clearly visible and one blurry.
He took out a map from the side of the Dragon saddle, looked at the map, and then looked at the terrain where the two points of fire below were located.
Aemond put away the map, and Vhagar roared and flew towards the point of fire located at the high point.
A muffled thunder-like roar suddenly erupted in the night sky.
Hidolf, Spartacus, and Kress, who were discussing how to counterattack, were stunned.
Before the other two could react, Hidolf had already stood up in delight.
"Aren't you curious about the agreement I reached with Egon Targaryen?" He stared at the starry night sky until Vhagar's figure appeared.
"This is one of the agreements, the Dragon King's protection!"
That night, he talked a lot with Egon and finally decided that the two of them would join forces to completely abolish slavery.
He was responsible for leading the Rebel Army to militarily liberate slaves all over the world, while Egon was responsible for the Rebel Army's logistical support and the resettlement of slaves after they were liberated.
Egon was right, the flock needed the protection of a sheepfold and a sheepdog, at least for now!
"What did you trade for the Dragon King's protection?" Spartacus frowned slightly, "Don't tell me it was the freedom we fought for with our lives."
"It is freedom, but it is also not freedom." Hidolf looked at the approaching and growing Vhagar, his heart pounding.
"Can you make it simpler? I'm good at fighting, but I really don't understand these things," Spartacus said helplessly.
"Simply put, I reached an agreement with Egon Targaryen."
"He provides various aid to the Rebel Army, allowing the Rebel Army to deal with slave owners, and at the same time is responsible for resettling the liberated slaves."
...
"That's it?"
"That's it."
"Then what does Egon Targaryen gain?"
Spartacus was utterly confused.
The Rebel Army was very likely to be encircled and suppressed by all slave-owning city-states.
If it was just to deal with Tyrosh, it didn't seem worth it, did it?
"Heh."
Hidolf let out a light chuckle.
"Perhaps only the Gods know how great Egon Targaryen's ambition is."
"He said he wants to swallow the entire Disputed Lands, including Tyrosh, Myr, and Lys."
"Even without us, he would convert all slaves into commoners after occupying Tyrosh."
"But I always feel that what he wants is far more than that. He needs a large population and fertile land to support a powerful army capable of fighting in all directions."
"Since he needs population, why can't it be liberated slaves?"
"The same logic applies to us. After getting rid of the slave owners, we still have to find ways to make money."
"Either farming or doing business, in short, we have to find a way to make money to survive."
"Since we have to find a way to make money to survive no matter where we are, why don't we make money to survive under the Dragon King's protection?"
As soon as Hidolf finished speaking, Vhagar landed on a small hill.
Rumble—
After a loud noise, dust flew up.
The mountain-like Vhagar roared up at the sky.
Most of the Rebel Army still remembered this Dragon as large as a mountain.
On the night they rebelled, it was this Dragon and a golden Dragon that together almost reduced Tyrosh to ruins.
Hidolf shouted loudly to Aemond on the Dragon's back: "Welcome, Dragon King. Is that Prince Aemond Targaryen?
I am Hidolf Hadley. Prince Egon Targaryen should have mentioned me."
Aemond glanced at the ragged Rebel Army, a look of contempt and disgust flashing in his eyes, and gently patted Vhagar.
Vhagar seemed to sense her master's contempt and dislike, and slowly opened her huge Dragon maw, hot Dragon fire condensing in her throat.
"No, Vhagar, calm down." Aemond quickly soothed Vhagar, "Eat something first, then go give those Tyroshi bitches below a lesson."
As he spoke, Vhagar's gaze fixed on the corpses around the highlands.
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