Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 13
The sun was sinking, and the dazzling light seemed to be taken away by someone, and the remaining fiery red clouds were entangled in the sky, filled with unparalleled magnificent colors.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, a black smoke rises from the city of Kehor, continuously, straight up to the sky, and turns into mist after the breeze blows.

"Most religions persuade people to be good, but why are wars caused by religious conflicts often more extreme and violent?"

Mungo was riding on horseback, looking at the black smoke rising from the city, listening to the occasional slight commotion, and asking the well-known and memorized affairs officer, Ofer, beside him.

The old man was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time and replied:
"Dear Kaa, please forgive my ignorance. I don't know which god in Essos is guiding the believers to be good. I only know that mortals pray to the gods, and it is never for the gods to teach them to be kind. "

Meng Ge couldn't help laughing. Indeed, the gods on this dark continent can be labeled as cults in modern society.

"It doesn't matter, the more serious the religious conflict in the city, the better for us." Meng Ge smiled and turned around, and saw the Dothraki army returning from afar, and then said: "Kosoro has captured a lot The population of the villages and towns around the city of Cohol."

Ofer rode his horse to follow Kayo's back, and suggested:

"Kayo, there are nearly [-] prisoners in the camp. Although we only need a small amount of food every day, this is still an extra cost for us."

Meng Ge didn't answer, but took a detour to visit the equipment building camp. When he saw the siege wooden curtains all over the floor, he nodded in satisfaction.

The wooden mantle is a kind of thick giant shield, which can not only defend against the attack of arrows, but also hide behind and shoot at the enemy. A wooden mantle that is strong enough can even resist the attack of large crossbow arrows. Flammability, and the last thing Qohor Forest lacks are the thick trees for the wooden mantle.

Immediately, he looked at the Qinen River not far away, and said with a calm expression: "Just tonight, fill the city and attack the city. The soil by the Qinen River is wet and easy to dig. Order the old and weak prisoners to dig by the river soil, and then use livestock to transport the soil back to the camp, and send strong captives to carry the soil to the foot of the city wall. Remember to let them hold wooden blocks in their mouths. The city wall of Kohor is more than seven meters high. Before dying cleanly, pile up the dirt as high as possible overnight."

Ofer, who has been in battle for a long time, has long been accustomed to this kind of behavior, and asked, "Do you want to let the Dothraki warriors provide bow and arrow cover?"

Looking up at the sky, Meng Ge replied without thinking:
"The view is not good. If a bonfire is lit at the top of the city, this suggestion can be considered."

Before the old man could speak, Mungo continued to ask:
"Where are the counted slaves, I want to speak to them."

Slavery existed in many parts of the Essos continent, and slaves were regarded as a kind of property and could be bought and sold.

The Dothraki will also enslave the people in the invaded area and make them slaves. They will capture the slaves captured from all over the place and raise them in Ves Dorask.

They will even sell their fellow tribesmen as slaves. When different tribes meet and fight on the grassland, the defeated Dothraki will become the slaves of the victor. After the tribe learned that they would not be sold as slaves, they chose to surrender to Khal Mongo without hesitation.

And this kind of behavior of the Dothraki also forms a symbiotic relationship with the trading city-states on the continent of Essos. You are in charge of arresting, we are in charge of buying and selling, and you are in charge of robbing our citizens, and I will treat them as slaves Buy it back and legally close the loop.

Mungo's tribe counted a total of [-] adult male slaves. This is his siege infantry, and now he is going to send hope and freedom to these people.

The slave camp, which makes people excited and powerful, and the heroic Spartacus does not exist.

Life, if it is grass, these slaves are worthless, riches and glory, rain and dew nourishment, life is no longer related to them, everyone including themselves regards themselves as worthless.

Mungo galloped through the slave camp on his horse. He didn't say a word. He just rode his horse against the tents of the slaves, trampled on their shabby beds, trampled on their rotten food, and trampled on their dignity down to the dust.

No slave dared to stand up and confront this Dothraki khal face to face. After all, everything about them, including their lives, belonged to the khal of the tribe.

But as Mungo was about to drive his war horses and crash into the prostrate slaves who were praying on the ground, he could see a few slaves raised their heads, with grievances, sorrow, anger and unwillingness in their eyes, and finally no longer a complete look. The look of insensitivity.

Even if he wanted to send this group of slaves to die, he still couldn't empathize with them. Instead, he was a little angry. In this dark world, who can guarantee that he can live until tomorrow smoothly and with dignity.

Mungo roared loudly: "No one wants to be owned by others."

He hadn't had time to learn Valyrian yet, so Ofer had to be the interpreter.

As a result, the language that Mungo spoke was frustrating, but when it came to Ofer's mouth, it seemed a little weak.

After being glared at by Kayo fiercely, the old man could only muster up his strength and roared angrily:
"No one wants to be owned by another."

Only then did the slaves realize that Kayo didn't go to the slave camp to vent his emotions because of the unsatisfactory battle on the front line, but he had something to say to them.

At this time, most of them had the idea of ​​listening carefully and sending the other party to leave quickly.

"But you are unfortunate, all of them are owned by me, I have the right to buy and sell you, and I have the right to execute you now."

The slaves who woke up from the numbness were willing to use their brains to think, which made them fearful and anxious, listening anxiously, and carefully guessing Kao's next order.

"Of course, I also have the right to set you free."

All the slaves raised their heads, wondering if Kayo was in a daze, and they also expected Kayo to go crazy and really set them free.

"There is a price to pay for freedom."

Most of the slaves bowed their heads again, they wisely knew that things were not that simple, only a few slaves still looked up and listened carefully.

"The price, it's a pity that you are not female slaves, and you cannot be sold to Yunkai City or Rhys City, where they will teach the female slaves the art of making love, learn seven different sounds of making beds and sixteen different positions, and put them Train to be a concubine or a bed slave."

Maybe it was Kayo's nasty words that aroused the hormones of the slaves. They listened with a little excitement, and some slaves who once owned families became more frightened and disturbed.

"You are only worthy of being sold to do the hard work that the local people don't want to do. You can only be sent to the fiery mines to dig gold and silver mines like tens of thousands of other slaves, but these The wealth that passes through your hands every day has never belonged to you for a moment. After all, you are just slaves who don’t even belong to your own life. Some will be burned, and some will die. Plague, living an inhuman life, praying to the gods day and night, longing for them to relieve your pain with death mercifully, and help you end this life of suffering. Of course, there will occasionally be one or two lucky ones among you, A slave with better luck will become a fighter for the slave owner, so that he will soon die in the arena fighting against wild beasts, not even a bone left in this world."

Mungo rode over the heads of the slaves and shouted calmly:

"Would anyone like to hear my price? The price of freedom."

No one answered, and the slave camp fell into dead silence.

Until the first person stood up, then two people, most of them stood up with the crowd and raised their hands.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Meng Ge smiled, and said happily:

"Have you seen the city of Kohor? Get ready, wait for my command, rush up to the city wall, and retrieve the heads of three enemies for me, and you will be free."

The slaves were all thinking about gains and losses in their hearts. A tall slave with amber skin walked up to Mungo's horse and spoke a language he couldn't understand.

Ofer turned sideways and explained softly: "This is High Valyrian, um, with some thick accents mixed in, combined with his appearance, we can know that he is a Ghis, but the current Ghis They are all descendants of mixed blood with the conquerors, living in Slaver's Bay, they naturally know the fate of becoming slaves."

Seeing Kayo's uneasy expression, the old man hastily added: "He is asking if he can get his wife and son free in this way. He is willing to bring back six more heads of enemies for you."

Hearing Ofer's translation, Mungo leaned over, stared at the Ghis people's eyes seriously, and said:

"Slave masters are willing to pay double the price for female slaves, and triple the price for boys under ten years old, and I only need you to bring me three additional heads of enemies, one for women and two for boys."

(End of this chapter)