Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

"The most glorious civilization that fell under the hooves of the Dothraki was Salor. The last High King Mazzolo Alessi led the kings of Salor and assembled a great army on the upper and lower reaches of the Sarn River to attack westward. , they encountered four Dothraki tribes and 80,000 roaring warriors in the tall grass. The Salor chariot took the lead in charging, broke through the center of the horse group, cut off the head of the horse king, and forced the Dothraki to retreat in rout. The Salor people were unstoppable and pursued the victory, but unexpectedly fell into a trap. Two horse kings led the tribe to attack from the north and south. The fleeing Dothraki counterattacked, shooting arrows like a storm. Another horse king and his roaring warriors, Then outflanked the Salor people's rear, and the High King's army was completely surrounded and massacred.

In Volantis, bonfires burned brightly on the black stone walls two hundred feet high.

The Tiger Party's executive, Malachor Meguya, held a heavy book in his hand, eyes wide open, reading word by word, as if he wanted to use his voice to imprint these words in his mind. He was accompanied by a man with a golden A young man with long hair and lavender eyes.

"Bellisio, have you read this book?"

Archon Malachor slowly closed the book, raised his head and asked.

The Dothraki language has no writing system, and if there are any documents recording their history, it is written by the development of writing in the Free Cities.

Belicio has the characteristics of noble Valyrian blood, and his stunning beauty is even considered extremely unnatural by the Volantis.

He was one of the candidates running for the Consulship of Volantis, so naturally he didn't think that the current Consul was really talking about whether he had read the book.

"Two Dothraki tribes appeared outside the city. It may also be a trap as mentioned in the book. Therefore, you will not lead your troops out of the city to fight the Dothraki."

Malachor looked heavy, looking at the Dothraki camp that stretched for several miles to the north of the city, nodded slightly and said:

"Of course not now."

The situation outside the city is unclear, and who can engage in a field battle with the Dothraki.

Moreover, Malachor believes that the reason that once prevented the Dothraki from continuing to advance westward was not the victory of the three thousand warriors of Qohor, but the fact that the Free Trade Cities were smart enough to hide behind high walls.

What's more, Volantis doesn't have the huge army of the Sarol people.

Immediately, the Tiger Party consul turned to look at Belicio. He admired the consul candidate in front of him and agreed with some of his actions.

Belicio was born into the noble Stangoni family within the Black Wall. His name was obviously in memory of the legendary Archon Belicio in history, a famous Volantis patriot who had made great military achievements during his military life.

Malachor was old and frail, and the Golden Company had refused the mission to eliminate the High Priest of R'hllor and his supporters, and he no longer had any desire to seek another term as Consul of the Volantis Tiger Party.

He just wants to use the "Waterside Widow's" huge network of contacts to try to hire the Golden Company again through the war against the Dothraki.

After the plan was completed, he took over all the blame, and Bellicio was the successor he trained.

Facing the consul's admiring gaze, Belicio showed no trace of joy on his face, but looked worried.

"Your Excellency, Archon, what do you think of Benero's speech tonight in the Temple Square of R'hllor? He is no longer satisfied. He told about the Weeping Star and the Fire Sword that cleansed the world. This similar missionary story actually... Claims that the Dothraki will end slavery in Volantis."

Having said these words, Bellicio could no longer remain calm. He clenched his fists and roared in a low voice:

"He said that if the governors of Volantis persisted in opposing the Dothraki, the city would be burned."

Listening to the angry voice of the young man in front of him, the Tiger Party leader was silent for a moment and showed a bright toothless smile.

He understood that some inappropriate remarks made by the Supreme Priest of R'hllor were bothering the young man in front of him.

"Why, are you even afraid of the sound of slaves sharpening knives in the kitchen now? Look, looking at the entire Volantis, only slaves will turn their eyes to the east, eagerly looking forward to the so-called savior, the Dothraki liberator. Besides, who else can tolerate this situation, not even the poor in the city. According to the law, even the humblest beggar, as long as he is a free man, his status is higher than that of a slave. The Slarks want to take away their last bit of comfort, and the free people won't do it willingly."

The power of words could not completely soothe Bellicio's uneasy emotions. He looked nervously at the flickering diamond claw gauntlets of the slave tiger-robed army under the firelight.

"But in Volantis, the number of slaves is five times that of free people. They produce food for us, clean the streets, even guarding the city walls and driving warships are all done by slaves."

Seeing Belicio's struggling and cowardly attitude, Malachor shook his head in disappointment. Obviously, he was now somewhat dissatisfied with this successor.

Young people may be unable to see the opportunities that coexist because of their lack of experience in facing crises, but they must not develop fear.

A true Tiger Party leader should be fearless.

The legendary consul Belicio, who conquered east and west, was invincible. Facing the giant, he still bravely launched a charge. Although he died at the hands of the giant in the end, his deeds were recorded in the annals of history.

But now the Volantis people have long lost their spirit, and the old nobles with ancient blood are actually hiding within the black walls out of fear of slaves, eating poorly and sleeping restlessly.

The world never lacks opportunities, it just lacks the eyes to discover them.

Opportunities are always hidden in crises. Malachor is different. After hearing Benero's speech, he even regained his confidence.

Now, he is preparing to continue to seek election. The news of withdrawing from the election has not yet spread. Many people in the city still support him and believe that he can be re-elected.

The rumors of the Dothraki liberating slaves will undoubtedly shatter the slave trade that Volantis relies on for survival, and will definitely aggravate the dissatisfaction between the old nobles and the free people. This struggle will definitely last longer.

He hoped that he could take this opportunity to fight against the Dothraki, so that the Tiger Party could obtain two consul positions and end the three hundred years of Elephant Party rule.

The Tiger Party Governor has even made follow-up plans. He is preparing to send people to spread rumors to Slaver's Bay and use various methods to attract slave owners to join the war against the Dothraki.

When the election is over and a new Tiger Party Archon is born, a great army will gather in Volantis to fight the Dothraki.

At this moment, the rapid roar of the defenders suddenly came from the black wall.

"The Dothraki have broken camp."

Malachor immediately retracted his thoughts and looked outside the city. The jumping torches were dotted in the sky like stars, illuminating the endless darkness. The shouts of people and horses neighed throughout the night sky.

Bellicio, who was troubled by the liberation of slaves, also came to his senses. He saw a continuous fire, like a red sea, rushing towards the north.