Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

In the city of Volantis, a man in a black cloak walked quickly on the Fishmonger's Square. The sea breeze blew a heavy gray rain, and thick mist rose in front of him.

All the lights in the streets and alleys were extinguished. In the past, the tattooed slaves who could be seen everywhere disappeared without a trace, and no one paid attention to their whereabouts.

The cloaked man quickened his pace and walked through the maze-like vines and grape trellises, and pushed open the hall door of the merchant's house. The extremely noisy sound, mixed with the sour smell of fermentation, rushed towards his face.

In the dim light, in such a crowded and complex environment, his tall body could not attract anyone's attention. However, he still did not take off the cloak that obscured his face. He took advantage of the shadow and took a sneak peek. The tables were noisy and talking to each other. Cursed mercenary.

The blue and white forked tail flags, pale blue silk ribbons scattered on the ground, and the four crows separated by glowing lightning carved on the shield at their feet symbolize that these people come from different mercenary groups.

He carefully walked around this group of drunken mercenaries who were not easy to mess with, and walked towards the table in the corner of the hall.

At this time, the "Waterside Widow" who was sitting there working also saw the cloaked man coming towards her. She did not speak, slowly got up, and led the "Widow's Sons" to the second floor of the merchant's house.

The cloaked man also made a tacit agreement not to approach the table again. After staying there for a while, he turned around and followed the stairs.

In the suite on the second floor, the cloaked man anxiously reached out and took off his hood, revealing his bone-white beard and hair and a dark face covered with red flame tattoos.

"The Wind Blowing Group and the Stormcrow Group signed a contract with the Tiger Party's governor Malachor Meguia to prepare to fight for Volantis. They recruited recruits at the docks of the West City and captured the followers of the Lord of Light in the city. Are these things? Is it relevant to you?”

This person was none other than the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo. After careful body searches by the guards, he was finally able to ask questions to the "Waterside Widow" face to face.

"There is also the Golden Company, they should also join Volantis."

The exact answer made the red-robed monk feel that the hope he had held on to for several days was completely gone.

He quickly walked to the window with a very solemn and sad expression, staring out the window at Fishmonger's Square in the storm like a statue, observing whether any guards would come to arrest him.

The "Waterside Widow" looked at Magiro's actions with a smile. The two sides were silent for a moment. Finally, she gently touched the ugly scar covered by the gauze scarf, wiped away the tears from her smiling eyes, and said cruelly:

"Red-robed monk, Tiger Party Archon Malachor once told me that the mercenary group was hired to resist the invasion of the Dothraki, but I know that he concealed his plan to eliminate the followers of the Lord of Light in Volantis. Although The Archons thought this was a secret that only they knew, but I have known this news from long ago. Now, chaos and destruction have descended on this disgusting city at the same time. Do you think I should cry or laugh?"

"I understand, what is wrong?"

Magiro couldn't help but shudder when he spoke. He pointed angrily at the old woman and shouted:

"You want to destroy Volantis, which has hurt you before. Malachor knows his limitations as a consul. When he wants to deceive you and help hire a mercenary group, you readily agree, and then , you asked me to meet again and told me this news. You want the temple to launch a counterattack. There is no doubt that this will be able to realize your vicious conspiracy. Do you know? The mercenaries are arresting slaves in the city, no matter what. Is he a follower of the Lord of Light?

"The unhindered and unscrupulous preaching in the past has degraded your smart brains." The old woman stood up, with shocking power bursting out of her thin body, and responded forcefully:

"I found you now just to rescue these innocent slaves. Otherwise, ha, according to my original plan, the Temple of the King of Light will definitely be destroyed together with the old nobles. You are Volantis The largest slave owner can accept the support of believers with peace of mind, and should take in the children who cannot support them after losing their wealth, train these children to become monks, warriors or temple prostitutes, and tattoo the children's faces with symbols that represent slaves for life. See Look at your pitiful face, you are one of them."

Before the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo could defend himself, the "Waterside Widow" dispersed her anger, sighed and continued:

"When Malachor was still sane, I might have been able to stop all this, but he was already close to madness. Greed and ambition had swallowed up the last bit of rationality in his heart. Alas! Now I have guessed his final purpose, to eliminate the Light. The King's followers are just doing things incidentally. What he really wants is to trigger a war with the Dothraki, invisibly manipulate the election of the Archons, and end the three hundred years of Elephant Party rule in Volantis. According to what I have learned Knowing the information, Malachor did not leave empty-handed. Not only did he take away most of the slave soldiers in the city, but the slaves who disappeared on the streets were also requisitioned in the name of labor. At this time, they were living in private houses outside the east city. If he threatens to attack, those slaves will fall victim to the Dothraki's wrath."

After hearing the information from the "Waterside Widow", Magiro's black face was as heavy as water. He sighed and put on his cloak, turned around and left.

"Without my help, you can't get out of the city. This is no longer the original Volantis where the red monks can travel unimpeded. Malachor took away most of the slave soldiers, so the city gates and docks are closed. It is guarded by mercenaries and tiger robe troops."

The old woman spoke up to stop the red-robed monk. He could only look at the door angrily and said in a worried voice:

"These are not all caused by you. I must leave the city immediately to pass on this news, otherwise everything will be irreversible."

"Sure enough, my guess is correct." The widow by the water sat back on the chair, her cold eyes pierced the back of the red-robed monk, and said:

"You are connected with the Dothraki. Supreme Priest Benero is brazenly preaching in the city that the Dothraki will come to liberate the slaves. It is you who have given the slaves the hope they should not have. They look to the east day and night. , leaving the old nobles lying in the black wall shivering. It is precisely because of this that Malachor came up with such a crazy plan. Unfortunately, what the slaves are waiting for is not the liberation of the Dothraki liberator, but the liberator. The fallen butcher knives of the cavalry under his command, and their last screams, from now on, the enemy no longer has to spread vicious rumors to slander the Dothraki liberators. freedmen and countless slaves will voluntarily join the war against him."

The "Waterside Widow" ignored Magiro's fear and despair, reached out and took off the gauze covering her face, revealing a scar that crawled across her entire cheek, which was the slave mark dug out when she was freed.

Although no one dared to disrespect her face to face, she knew that everyone secretly called her "Vagaro's bitch". Even if the years bent her spine, this vicious title would still accompany her, just because She was once a slave.

"I heard that in Qohor, three thousand slaves fought for their freedom, but some were freed."

"A slave brought back three enemy heads, and his wife and children were freed." Magi Luo turned to look at the old woman and replied carefully. The scar made his whole body cold.

"Although it is a bit arbitrary to make slaves kill people in exchange for freedom, they do things fairly and keep their promises." The widow by the water looked out the window and murmured as if she was hallucinating:

"Tell him we're waiting and tell him to come as soon as possible."

I still haven't fully recovered today. I have no strength in my body and can't move. I've been coding for a day and only one chapter has been delivered. The rest will probably have to wait until tomorrow.