Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 38 The Lost Road
"This road leads to the Varanna River north of Volantis, and continues to the ruins of the city on the east bank of the Rhoen River, Sa Mer."

Hearing what the red-robed monk said, Meng Ge froze for a moment.

Immediately, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he firmly grasped the handle of the keel knife:
"This road is not marked on the map, has it been abandoned?"

Under the gaze of his deep and sharp eyes, Ma Qiluo looked calm and said frankly:

"This Valyrian road is the trade channel between Volantis and Sa Meer, but 1000 years ago, Sa Meer was destroyed in the first Turtle War, so the map will be This disabled channel will not be marked again."

The red-robed monk who paid attention to Kayo's expression noticed the doubt on Mongo's expression, and continued to explain:

"After the rise of the Valyrian Empire, it immediately expanded to the Lorne River Basin. At that time, the peaceful Rhoynar people lived here. They welcomed the Valyrians to build a stronghold in the Lorne River. With the arrival of Leah merchants, adventurers, and exiles, some existing towns were gradually established along the Lorne River. The Valyrian road between Er and Volantis was used for trade, but at this time, the residents of Valyria in the town of Veronses on the other side of Sa Mer slaughtered a giant turtle called the old man in the river. This kind of giant tortoise is regarded as a god in the Rhoyna culture, which caused extreme dissatisfaction among the Rhoyna people and triggered the first turtle war. Sa Meer was looted and burned, but the Rhoyna people counterattacked Even more so, their water wizards called a flood that swept away half the Valyrian colony."

Meng Ge's face became serious, as if he was planning something in his mind.

After pondering for a moment, he asked Maqiro with a gentle smile:

"The floods of the Rhoynar people are so violent, can this road still cross the river?"

The red-robed monk stared straight at Kao with calm water eyes, and responded with certain words:
"The stone bridge is made of lava, and its strength is comparable to the black wall. Now, although the bridge deck is partially damaged, it is fully enough to support your army to cross the river."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Meng Ge laughed and said:
"Servant of R'hllor, did your trip to Volantis bring me good news as well?"

Ma Qiluo's expression suddenly became a little weird, and then he bent over and saluted, his tone was full of sincere apology, and he said frankly:
"Dear Kayo, please forgive my deception. I think I am smart, wise, selfless and pious. In fact, every step I take is not difficult to predict, and I deviate from the guidance of the Lord of Light. My mind is aimless. The war is coming. before, abandoning the honor and duty of proving yourself to be brave, loyal, and alert."

Meng Ge didn't respond in a hurry, but stared at the figure of the red-robed monk in deep thought.

Regarding Marqiro's reappearance, he already had a guess in his heart.

Religious believers have a strong sense of collective identity, a strong sense of belonging to religious groups and the impulse to dedicate themselves to their beliefs, and are more prone to extremism than other groups.

Faced with the doctrine-based call made by the leaders of religious organizations, out of their recognition of the leaders and fear of losing recognition, and more importantly out of respect for God, they will inevitably strive to be consistent with the religious leaders consciously, voluntarily, and even at all costs.

The more pious a believer appears, the less trustworthy he is.

When the interest demands of religious groups conflict with the requirements of the king and cannot be met, they are easily stimulated and instigated, driving them to have impulsive and adventurous thoughts and behaviors, threatening the safety of the king's rule.

However, at least it can be judged now, the position and bias of the Supreme Priest Benello of the Rhallor Temple.

Thinking of this, Mungo's gaze towards Ma Qiluo changed slightly.

All people have their own value, and the followers of R'hllor are one of the keys to contain Volantis, and even in the future, to open the gate of the Black Wall without bloodshed.

"Servant of R'hllor, you have not sworn allegiance to me, so I will not demand your loyalty. However, I have a mission now that I need to specifically entrust to you."

"Thank you for your kindness and mercy, please just give orders." The red-robed monk couldn't help but quietly heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly saluted to thank him.

"I need you to return to the city of Volantis again." Mungo thought to himself for a moment, then smiled: "Try to tell everyone that the Dothraki are only here to liberate the slaves in the city, and when we enter the city, all the slaves will be killed." Be a free man."

Ma Qiluo froze on the spot with a frightened expression on his face, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, nodded and said:
"Servant of the Lord of Light, I obey your orders."

The young Dothraki khal was far more terrifying than he had imagined, and his ambitions were far greater than the vast Dothraki Sea.

Mungo didn't have the heart to pay attention to the thoughts of the red robe monk. He led a group of cavalry on his horse and continued to gallop north. The real situation of this Valyrian road still needs to be carefully investigated.

In the hot summer, with the warm wind blowing, the smell of decay and decay mixed with the smell of silt roasted by flames permeated the air.

Officer Ofer sat on the horse, sniffing the smell in the air, feeling joyful in his heart.

"We'll be in the swamp before sunset."

Bachelor Bas Potter didn't answer, but concentrated his energy and seriously explored the stallion in front of him.

Blood magic is magic derived from blood, but this stallion has long been cleaned, and the methods of divination are even more diverse, and its whereabouts are even more difficult to guess.

After a long time, he also failed to come to a conclusion.

Time is running out, so I can only give up temporarily.

"I haven't found a way to crack it, but no matter what kind of magic it is, it needs a carrier to bear it. You can choose to drain the horse's blood, or send a rider to take it away from the tribe."

Ofer is fluent in many languages, as well as geography and history.

But when it came to magic, he was helpless.

Immediately, a team of Dothraki cavalry was recruited, and they were ordered to take the stallion to the town of Saihoru in the north.

At this moment, after a short rest, Noahart, who had recovered, rushed over on horseback.

He wanted to go on to the source of the Varana River, scout out the enemy's trail, and look for the cavalry who had fallen from their horses on the way home.

His request made Ofer take the opportunity to withdraw his thoughts, and said in distress:

"I have already ordered the scouting cavalry to gather the stragglers. Now, there is a more important task. You need to lead [-] cavalry to rush to the ruins of the city of Sa Meer. Before the tribe arrives, clean up the people there. all obstacles."

The clerk looked at the fearless young man in front of him, his eyes were bold and alert, but he acted extremely calmly and patiently.

He decided to give Norhart more opportunities to show his talents.

(End of this chapter)