Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 29

"Khal, the red monk cannot be trusted." Bastard Bas Potter walked to Mungo, who was researching the map, "Valantis' current governor of the Tiger Party is Malachor Megea. Elected for the second time as a consul, although now old and toothless, he still lives up to the name of a tiger, and the town of Sehoru has been expanding under the rule of the Tiger Party for many years."

"Their betrayal is faster than I imagined." Meng Ge played with the bronze dagger in his hand and said with emotion: "The fanatics are unreliable, maybe because of superstition, they are calm and firm, never greedy for life and afraid of death, but in fact They are people who evade reality, and when encountering difficulties, they will only seek help from the gods, and if the gods do not respond, they will face the problem with a pessimistic and negative attitude.”

Everything is man-made, destiny is not controlled by gods.

There is a huge difference between belief and superstition. Fanatics believe that everything that happens in the world is manipulated and arranged by the gods. In the dark, the fate has already been predetermined by the gods.

Meng Ge laughed and said:
"Bachelor, tell me about the real situation."

Buzz Potter didn't go back directly, he pondered for a moment, and slowly said:

"The politics of Volantis that Markiro talked about is not much different. Since the Elephant Party led the war-weary people to launch a riot to overthrow the Tiger Party government, it has indeed been controlling the government, and the consul candidate will let his slaves sleep with the voters , just to win their votes."

Immediately, the bachelor changed the subject, slapped the table angrily, and continued:

"However, this state has lasted for nearly 300 years. The Elephant Party's ruling did not bring the city-state out of the abyss of war, but sank deeper and deeper into the mire of decline. The internal contradictions and disputes of the Volantis are like a crater that has been silent for 300 years. , and in recent years, the omens of volcanic eruptions have intensified, and the reason behind everything is caused by R'hllor Supreme Priest Benello."

Mungo didn't answer, but was still exploring the map in front of him.

The eyes are full of calm, and the confidence that is getting stronger and stronger, as if there is a gully in the belly.

He stretched out his hand and carefully planned the plan. After confirming that it was correct, he put down the bronze dagger in his hand, turned to look at Bas Potter, and said with a smile:

"Although the town of Sehoru is afraid of the Dothraki tribe, they will choose to flee their homes and send a fleet full of soldiers to patrol and guard along the river, but no one is sent to beg for mercy. Volantis has a huge fleet and sufficient troops. The red-robed monk told me that they don't know how to attack. In the arena, gladiators fight with fierce tigers, but in the end only one living creature can leave victorious."

"Your move is to send Ma Qiluo away." Bas Potter was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled: "This traitor should be eliminated directly to prevent him from leaking the secret."

"There is no secret worth revealing. Soldiers are impermanent, and water is impermanent. Who can say what will happen one day later." Meng Ge couldn't help showing off a few words of military art he knew in his previous life, and said with a smile: "And, just Let him go back, add some new controversy pressure to Volantis, and try to detonate this erupting volcano in advance, this is a situation in our favor."

Seeing Kao's calm expression, the bachelor laughed out loud and took out the parchment, pen and ink.

Although Mungo didn't like reading, the little Valyrian characters he barely learned were not enough to support reading books.

But he loves to listen to stories, and he is often accompanied by Ofer, an officer who is proficient in geography and history, and Bas Potter, a bachelor who was born in Westeros Academy City and has been traveling and hiding Essos for nearly 20 years.

Politics, history, all information changes are hidden in the story.

From a certain point of view, he knew a lot about all aspects of Volantis.

For example, how it was once known as "the city of flowers and fountains" has now become a stagnant pool and swamp.

Also, if a Volantene nobleman wants to run for consulship, he must provide sufficient evidence that the family has a bloodline that goes back uninterrupted to Valyrian times.

Only free people who own land have the right to vote. Women of noble birth in Volantis also have the right to vote. There was even a female consul 300 years ago.

Of course, none of these politics have anything to do with the help of High Priest Benello.

R'hllor's belief was only popular in the lower classes of Volantis, and all of his followers were slaves or poor people.

Not to mention being involved with noble consuls, Benello might not even be bothered by ordinary voters.

If the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo could really convince the Supreme Priest Benello to help, the result would only be more and more chaos.

After all, the consul of Volantis probably wanted to get rid of R'hllor's believers long ago.

At least half of the "Tiger Robe Army" of Volantis are followers of R'hllor, and the temple also has a thousand-man armed force called the Hand of the Holy Fire.

The Supreme Priest Benello also often preached in the main square, and his arrogant remarks have caused fierce conflicts between Rhalolo believers and believers of other religions.

At this moment, Officer Ofer struggled to help a pale, exhausted Dothraki cavalryman rush into the camp.

He was also sweating coldly, panting from exhaustion, and it took him a while to speak.

"Kao, this patrolling scout saw the traces of the enemy army on the road, so he took the opportunity to sneak in, found out the enemy's message, and escaped overnight to report the message."

Hearing this, Meng Ge quickly stepped forward to help the patrolling cavalry, his expression showed sincere gratitude, his eyes were full of expectation, and he said:

"My loyal warrior, you saved the tribe, what's your name?"

Even if the enemy is present, he will never forget to reward those who have made contributions to the tribe.

"It's Drogo. He has led his tribe around the hills in the southern part of the Qohor Forest. He has assembled the warriors of Kas, a total of 6 Howling Warriors of Thraki, and attacked the Sehoru River. Two sunsets can Come."

The weakened Dothraki cavalry did not name, but insisted on uttering an inspiring attack declaration:

"Kayo, lead the tribe to attack, we can also mobilize 4 Dothraki warriors."

Ofer, the grizzled officer, was not far behind, and even the bachelor, Bas Potter, was eager to try.

"The people of Qohor just presented you with a Valyrian steel scimitar. You have not yet drunk the blood of the enemy. Unexpectedly, Drogo sent it to you."

"Respected Khal Mongo, I have sworn a sage's oath to help you with all my strength. When the horn sounds, I will go forward for you."

Although Kosoro was silent, it could be seen from his hand touching the scimitar.

The passionate scene in front of him caused some waves in Meng Ge's heart. He had already made a complete plan for the war.

Even longer-term issues than war have been thought about in my mind.

Horse King Drogo came from afar with the purpose of destroying the tribe.

Mungo wants to unify the Dothraki, and the opportunity cannot be easily lost.

It is bound to fight.

(End of this chapter)