Facing Mirri Maz Duur's kneeling plea, Viserys Targaryen wore a helpless expression.
"I don't know any resurrection magic, and besides, their bodies aren't even here anymore!"
Viserys Targaryen shook his head, stating frankly.
Looking at Viserys Targaryen before her, Mirri Maz Duur's face was filled with sorrow.
She naturally knew that Viserys Targaryen was not deceiving her.
How could Viserys Targaryen resurrect the dead when there wasn't even an ash of a corpse?
Ignoring Mirri Maz Duur for now, Viserys Targaryen's eyes narrowed as he looked again at Ser Beric Dondarrion, whom he had resurrected.
Beric Dondarrion, Lord of Blackhaven, a distant descendant of the Targaryen Family, with partial memory loss.
Spirit: 80 (Resolute will)
Constitution: 70 (Strong)
Agility: 75 (Nimble)
Strength: 80 (Great strength)
Magic: 5 (Distant Targaryen Family bloodline)
Seeing that Ser Beric Dondarrion had not been mentally corrupted by the lord of light, Viserys Targaryen finally relaxed.
His resurrection was not a miracle from the lord of light.
It was merely a ritual of magical energy conversion, life for life!
The thought of Daenerys Targaryen's body being carried away by the black dragon Drogo in the original story, flying into the distance, made Viserys Targaryen suspicious.
Jon Snow and Beric Dondarrion could be resurrected, so why couldn't Daenerys Targaryen?
In the original story, did the black dragon Drogo carry away Daenerys Targaryen's corpse because he was worried she might be accidentally resurrected by other sorcerers?
At this thought, an endless chill instantly surged into Viserys Targaryen's heart.
He always felt that a monstrous conspiracy was unfolding behind the Targaryen Family.
What Dreamwalker, what doomsday prophecy, this seemed more like the gods subtly toying with the Targaryen Family!
A dragon king family meant to save the world, ultimately ending its rule at the cost of extinction!
If so, why didn't Aegon Targaryen just stay on Dragonstone from the beginning and never participate in the struggle for power on the Westeros Continent?
"The Seven Gods, the Red God, the Cold Gods, or the Three-Eyed Raven,"
Viserys Targaryen frowned, assessing each of them in his mind.
Whatever the reason, Viserys Targaryen became even more determined to stay away from the Westeros Continent.
"I'd like to see who will save the Westeros Continent then?"
Viserys Targaryen sneered.
Seeing that the Dothraki horde had finally surrendered completely, Viserys Targaryen's gaze turned to the three slave City-States.
"Forward, Meereen!"
Viserys Targaryen said in a deep voice.
At his words, everyone was instantly astonished.
Clearly, Viserys Targaryen was determined to eliminate all hostile forces on the Essos Continent.
"Your Majesty, Astapor, Meereen, and Qohor were founded by exiled nobles of the ancient Ghiscari Empire; together, they form a complete and terrifying slave economic system."
"Astapor provides the militarily powerful Unsullied warriors, Meereen provides labor and entertainment with arena fighters, craftsmen, and serfs, while Qohor provides pleasure and secretarial services with bed slaves, scribes, scholars, and household servants."
Ser Joffrey whispered the explanation.
These three City-States were all culprits who had allied with Braavos and taken the opportunity to attack the City-State of Pentos!
"Slave City-States?"
Hearing this, Viserys Targaryen frowned contemptuously.
He had originally planned to buy Unsullied to increase the combat power of his army.
As a king, he was not against slavery.
After all, compared to those great masters who called themselves superior, the Dragon King's status was even greater.
He just never expected these slave City-States to openly unite and oppose him!
Since they were unkind, he couldn't be blamed!
"Unsullied, heed my command!"
Thinking this, Viserys Targaryen roared from atop his dragon.
Instantly, the Unsullied Army led by Grey Worm stood in a single, neat line, unmoving.
"Take Qohor, and let the soldiers plunder for three days!"
At these words, Ser Willem Darry looked utterly bewildered.
He cautiously glanced at Varys, the Master of Whisperers, and asked curiously, "Is His Majesty sending eunuchs to brothels? Will that even be tempting?"
At this moment, the Unsullied Army fell into a dead silence.
All the Unsullied slave soldiers present looked at each other.
As a group of rootless men who had spent their lives fighting for slave masters, they had never imagined that they could receive rewards for fighting.
The thought of the alluring, graceful figures in the brothels made Grey Worm's mouth water incessantly.
A long-lost masculine desire suddenly surged from deep within his heart.
"Gulp, gulp!"
The Unsullied frantically swallowed their saliva, their spears constantly trembling up and down.
Thump, thump, thump!
The perfectly aligned Unsullied soldiers slammed their spears onto the ground, declaring their loyalty to Viserys Targaryen.
"Damn, times have changed, eunuchs actually want to go to brothels!"
Seeing this, Ser Willem Darry and Ser Joffrey stared at each other, looking incredulous.
However, Varys, the Master of Whisperers, standing to the side, looked even more grim.
From the looks of it, Viserys Targaryen was determined to go against the entire Slaver's Bay!
"From today, you shall be free, no longer my slaves!"
Viserys Targaryen held up the slave whip in his hand, declaring loudly, "Lay down your weapons, and you can leave freely, or else—"
Viserys Targaryen's tone shifted, and he pointed to the distant city, saying, "Ahead are countless beauties and golden dragons; come with me to plunder them!"
Thump, thump, thump!
Without the slightest hesitation, all the Unsullied banged their shields, incredibly excited.
A leader who would actively include "foot-washing services" in "military benefits" was definitely a good leader!
Watching the invigorated Unsullied Army, Viserys Targaryen's face showed a hint of a triumphant smile.
He tossed away the slave whip, a symbol of power, and flew into the distance on his dragon.
If there was one army in this world that Viserys Targaryen liked the most, it was this Unsullied Army, fearless of death and brave in battle!
Even after Daenerys Targaryen's death, the Unsullied Army still insisted on seeking justice for their Queen!
Compared to the Dothraki tribes who only bowed to the strong, and the opportunistic Crownlands nobles, this army with no children, no descendants, was his most trustworthy companion.
"No wonder ancient emperors liked eunuchs!"
Viserys Targaryen chuckled from high in the sky, riding Sunfyre.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically.
Following Viserys Targaryen's gaze, the entire plaza in front of Qohor was filled with countless military camps, neatly arranged.
They were orderly stationed in front of Qohor, and countless soldiers in knight's armor, bearing family crests, patrolled back and forth beside them.
Huge and ferocious war elephants roamed back and forth in front of the city gates.
Clearly, this was the Golden Company, the Narrow Sea's foremost mercenary company, as Viserys Targaryen knew it!
"Dragon!"
Before Viserys Targaryen could even get close, a sentry spotted Sunfyre and shouted loudly.
The next moment, countless giant crossbows on the city wall swiveled around, aiming at Viserys Targaryen's landing spot.