Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 18 Marquilo

The rising sun gazes like a lonely eye.

Meng Ge stared flatly at the black and strong man in front of him. Even in the face of a sharp scimitar, the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo remained fearless and kept a calm attitude.

"Servant of the Lord of Light, has your god shown you the vision of the future?"

Ma Qiluo has a feeling of detachment, and there is no emotion in his face or pupils:
"Long night is dark, everywhere is dangerous, the king of light bestows dawn on the world."

Meng Ge waved his hand and sneered indifferently:
"Maybe I don't have the ability to resurrect the dead as in the legend, but as long as a person appears in front of me, I can announce his death time at any time, even his god cannot save him."

Maqiro didn't panic, and finished singing the prayer expressionlessly:

"The believers of the Black Goat are now entrenched in the fortress, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. However, the Holy Fire Hand of the Lord of Light has led the believers to sneak into the enemy's interior. You can open the city gate when the defense is empty, and cooperate with your army."

The Hand of the Holy Fire is the guardian of the Rhallor Temple. They were bought by the temple and trained as warriors since they were young. They are called the Holy Warriors of the Lord of Light. They always maintain a scale of 1000 people. Only one person will be added after death.

Meng Ge didn't speak, but relaxed his right hand that was clenched on the handle of the knife, and rubbed the horsewhip with his left hand.

During these times, neither the continuous siege nor the fighting methods of forcibly climbing the city wall almost did not meet his psychological expectations.

If you don't pay attention, it will give the enemy time to counterattack. By then, I don't know how many Dothraki will die in battle. Maybe his hair braid will be tied to the spear of the Unsullied.

No one can give the enemy a chance to breathe, otherwise they will find a rhythm and counterattack, and it will be difficult to reverse the momentum once the momentum is turned.

This anxiety has been entangled in Mongo's mind, making him feel very difficult to feel comfortable, and he hates it deeply.

The red-robed monk's proposal really moved him until a certain moment. He suddenly clenched the horsewhip in his hand, looked at Ma Qiro, and said:
"Servant of the Lord of Light, speak out your request."

Marqiro looked calm and gentle, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, but even gods would have their own appeals.

"After the long summer, when the stars weep blood and the world will be covered in icy darkness, at this time of terror, a warrior will draw from the flames a flaming sword. That sword is the Lightbringer, the Red Sword of the Hero. The swordsman is Azor Ahai reincarnated, and he will drive the darkness away."

Meng Ge knew that this passage was based on a prophecy from an ancient book of Asshai 5000 years ago, that the Lord of Light would regenerate Azor Ahai, and when darkness fell after the long summer, he would fight against his mortal enemy, the Cold God.

R'hllor's religion is similar to dualism. In the world of belief, there are two opposing supreme powers or gods, good and evil, and only good gods are chosen as objects of worship. These two opposing powers or gods often It is manifested in the form of light and darkness, life and death, and R'hllor, the Lord of Light, is the god of heat and life, and his mortal enemy is the god of cold, the god of darkness, coldness and death, and there is no end between them The struggle that decides the destiny of mankind.

In the silence, Meng Ge looked at the red-robed monk calmly, let out a pleasant laugh, and said:

"Maqiluo, let's be more practical, what do you want?"

He knew that R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was a true god. In the future, he could show people the phantom of the future through flames, and he could also grant people some special abilities, such as the ability to resurrect the dead.

But now R'hllor's magic power has not been restored, and the Lord of Light just believes in a more influential religion. Besides, the blood witch and the black goat god of Quhor also predicted that he is the king of humans.

Ma Qiluo's face is like a sealed black wall, without a single crack, neither sad nor happy, his expression is still calm:
"The servant of the Lord of Light, I hope that Khal Mongo can protect the lives and property of the followers of the Lord of Light after the war, and at the same time hope that the temple of the Lord of Light can be established in Kohol City, allowing the priests to preach freely. "

After the red-robed monk finished making the request, Meng Ge's face seemed to look better. He hated these missionaries talking about gods and gods, talking in a cloudy language, rubbing the horsewhip in his palm, and said:
"How many followers of R'hllor in Kohor are there?"

"Less than 1 people."

"There are quite a few people. Are there any high-ranking nobles in the inner city?" Mengo was a little surprised at the influence of R'hllor's belief. No wonder he was able to organize the burning of statues of local gods, which aroused strong dissatisfaction among the followers of the Black Goat.

"There are no high nobles."

R'hllor belief is popular in the lower class in Volantis, the free trade city-state with the most believers, and many believers are slaves or poor people.

Meng Ge didn't continue to speak, and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the red-robed monk calmly, and said with a serious expression:

"I swear in the name of the horse god, as long as the believers of R'hllor obey my rule, the safety of their lives and properties will be guaranteed by me.

"After the war is won, R'hllor's believers will get merit for participating in the war. They are allowed to build a temple in the inner city to preach, but all R'hllor's believers in Kohor must be registered, and R'hllor Believers do not enjoy any privileges in Kohor, and if any believers do something that violates Kohor’s moral laws, they must be handed over to Kohor City, and the priests of the Rhallor Temple will also be reprimanded by me.”

Immediately, he drove his horse close to the red-robed monk, fixed his majestic gaze on Maqiro's eyes, and said:
"Servants of the Lord of Light, can you do it?"

Ma Qiluo lowered his head, trying to sort out his thoughts. Beads of sweat continued to ooze from his forehead, which seemed to make him very embarrassed, and his heart was full of contradictions.

After a long time, he finally raised his head and said seriously:

"The servant of the Lord of Light agrees to win the victory with you, but regarding your request, I still need to report to the Supreme Priest of the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis."

Mungo looked at the red-robed monk coldly for a long time, seeming to accept the statement, but he seemed dissatisfied.

What followed was an undisguised killing intent.

Marqiro knew that the Dothraki Khal in front of him was really murderous this time, as if a gust of cold wind had penetrated his body, and cold sweat had already soaked his back.

His whole body was tense, with a stiff expression, he said:

"The servant of the Lord of Light is willing to assist you in capturing the city of Kehor first. After the war is over, I will go to Volantis to meet the High Priest and convey your request to him."

"Haha, this is what I want, victory, at all costs to win victory." The tense silence disappeared instantly, and Mengo smiled happily. He laughed and patted Ma Qiluo on the shoulder, saying:

"As long as you can help me take down Kehor, my promise to the followers of the Lord of Light in the city will always be valid. As long as your supreme priest can comply with my request, my promise to preaching will also be valid."

In fact, Mungo doesn't have any good feelings for the Essos continent and all the gods in this world.

And he firmly believes that only the gods who can be used by him are bright and kind gods.

He didn't believe that R'hllor's divine power could revive all believers, and he could give him a try if he had the chance.

After thinking about these issues, Meng Ge gently asked the Dothraki to bring a war horse.

After the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo got on his horse, he smiled kindly and said to him:
"Now, we can have a good talk about the safety of the Hand of the Holy Fire and the believers lurking in the inner city. They are all good people under my rule, my meritorious ministers, you don't know how worried I am The sooner they win, the sooner their safety can be guaranteed."

(End of this chapter)