Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 32 Ice and Fire

The warship traveled down the Lorne River, traveling thousands of miles in a day, from the town of Saihoru to the city of Volantis, and arrived at night in the blink of an eye.

The morning breeze washes away the dark clouds and mist, the pure river flows on the horizon, and the outline of the nearby scenery gradually becomes clear against the dawn.

The sailor's exclamation and commotion alarmed the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo, and looking along the water, he saw a huge horned turtle.

That is "The Old Man of the River", the son of the mother river of Lorne, the god of the Rhoynar people, who defeated the "King Crab" to gain the power to rule the underwater dwellers.

It is said that during the time of the Long Night, darkness swept over the Lorne, causing the river to shrink and disappear.

It wasn't until a hero persuaded many children of Lorne's mother river—"King Crab", "Old Man in the River" and other gods to abandon their previous feuds and sing a mysterious song together, that the long night gradually dispersed and the day reappeared.

Before the commotion caused by the giant tortoise subsided, a black city wall two hundred feet high appeared in the distance.

It is a witness of history, the Black Wall of Volantis originating from the ancient blood of the Valyrian Empire.

The black wall is a city wall built by the Valyrian Empire using black stone when Volantis was still serving as a military outpost on the frontier of the empire. This is a building material of unknown origin.

It was once thought to be made by Valyrians using dragon flames, but in every corner of the known world, wherever there are ancient wonders, such black stone buildings mysteriously appear.

The base of the towering tower standing in the old town of Westeros is also a square labyrinth fortress made of melted black stone, and there is no archaeological evidence that the Valyrians have ever been active in such a remote place in the old town.

And different from the dryness of Valyrian lava, blackstone is oily and greasy.

The black wall is unusually wide and thick. If each carriage is harnessed with four horses, then six carriages can race side by side on the city wall.

To celebrate Volantene's founding day, the Volantenes held such a horse race on the city wall.

Many oarsmen on the upper and lower floors of the battleship shouted loudly, striving to endow the ship with extremely high maneuverability, driving freely and flexibly in the slightly congested river.

The closer they got to the long bridge of Volantis, the more slave soldiers crowded both sides of the river corridor.

The long bridge has an extremely long span and is supported by huge piers. It is as flat as a road, enough to support the weight of a thousand elephants, and the bridge deck is enough for two carriages to pass side by side.

The entrances at both ends are arches made of black boulders, carved with Valyrian guardian beasts, sphinxes, dragons and other monsters.

The ship sailed slowly through the arched bridge hole, and Maqiro shook his head helplessly.

He could clearly see that the black boulder arch was closed, and the crowded vendors on the long bridge had disappeared.

Only the spears filled with the heads of the prisoners were kept for public display, and Volantis was obviously in a state of high-pressure defense.

The long bridge connects the two banks of the Lorne River estuary. The black walls on the east bank of the river are crowded with houses, shops and hotels, while the west bank is a city paradise for foreigners, pirates, mercenaries and criminals. Buy almost anything here.

Volantis was originally built on the east bank of the Lorne River. With the rapid expansion of the city to the west bank, strong tides and unpredictable currents made it extremely difficult to cross the river. It was difficult for the consuls to send slave soldiers across the river to maintain order.

The West Bank gradually became a lawless world, so the consul "generous" Vahoraso ordered the construction of a long bridge across the Lorne River.

The width of the river itself, as well as the currents and tides, make building a long bridge an epic task.

Volantene spent more than 40 years and millions of money, and not even Archon Vahoraso lived long enough to see the bridge completed.

Finally, a miraculous long bridge was completed on the Lorne River, connecting the east and west of Volantis. It is the longest bridge in the world and one of the nine man-made wonders.

The consul of Volantis was finally able to send slave soldiers across the river to maintain the superficial order in the city on the west bank.

The ship carefully crossed the long bridge and slowly docked at the bustling east coast pier. The captain also kindly called for an elephant cart for the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo and others.

All Volantenes of good standing do not walk on foot, which they consider to be a breach of dignity.

Although Volantis still seemed to be prosperous, it was faintly showing signs of decline.

The statues and flower fountains that used to be seen everywhere are now only the messy weeds on the roadside, dry pools, and the statues of the Tiger Party governors destroyed by the rioters after the war and the Elephant Party are still scattered on the ground.

Of course, there is also a prosperous building, that is the Temple of R'hllor.

Religion is a common means by which human beings have always used spiritual dominance, from ancient times to the present, all over the world.

The poverty after losing wealth, the difficult situation of suffering, and the people at the bottom who cannot resist, support the sacred temple of the Lord of Light.

The Temple of R'hllor in Volantis is a huge building, about three times the size of the Great Sept of Baelor in King's Landing in Westeros. After all, before the temple was built, it was originally the site of Volantis. big square.

The architectural techniques used in the temple are extremely exquisite. Its beams, columns, steps, walls, vaults and towers connected by air corridors fit together perfectly, as if they were carved out of thin air on a huge stone.

Red, gold, orange and other tones infiltrate into each other on the walls of the temple to outline layers of clouds, forming a beautiful scenery like sunrise and sunset.

The slender minarets spiral upward like burning flames, and the frozen flames on the top of the tower are like mortals touching the realm of gods in the sky,

Followers of R'hllor love their fire, and the Lord of Light is their only true god.

They are always burning everything to welcome the morning sun, and the believers are surrounded by the red-robed monk who is preaching, crying non-stop.

At this time, the supreme priest of the temple, Benello, was giving a speech. The large square was full of people, and everyone, including Marchiro, was watching the supreme priest devoutly.

I saw Benello pointing his finger at the red sun in the eastern sky, followed by a handshake, and then opened his arms. His high-pitched voice was impressive and unforgettable.

As he chanted his prayers at its climax, flames suddenly spewed from behind, startling the crowd.

Immediately, the Supreme Priest shouted in a clear and unforgettable high voice:

"We mortals live and die alone, at a loss, wandering in the valley, lucky to have compatriots, gather together and walk, fortunately to have Allah, who will benefit me."

"Compared to the horror, coldness, and darkness that is coming, your so-called war outside the city is nothing but children's slapstick. The ancient alien gods unknown to mortals are gathering strength. The terrifying, evil and powerful dark forces are difficult to resist, unless honest people To be able to muster up the courage to spread out the faith of the flaming heart."

"Seeing the nature of the world clearly, the truth surrounds you, everything is clear at a glance, the night is dark and dangerous everywhere, the day is bright, flourishing, black and white, ice and fire."

Hearing this, the women wept, and the men shook their clenched fists.

(End of this chapter)