Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 41
"Falled under the horseshoes of the Dothraki, the most glorious civilization is Salor. The last supreme king, Mazzolo Alessiu, commanded the kings of Salor and gathered a great army on the upper and lower reaches of the Sarn River to attack westward. , They encountered four Dothraki tribes and [-] roaring warriors in the tall grass. The chariots of the Salorians took the lead in charging, broke through the center of the horse group, cut off the head of the horse king, and forced the Dothraki to retreat. The Salorians were unstoppable, and pursued the victory, but they fell into a trap by mistake. The two horse kings led their tribes to attack from north to south. The fleeing Dothraki fought back and shot arrow clusters like a storm. Then they outflanked the Salorian rear, and the High King's army was completely surrounded and slaughtered."

Volantis, two hundred feet high of black stone walls, with blazing fires.

The governor of the Tiger Party, Malacho Megaya, held a heavy book in his hand, and read it word by word with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to engrave the words into his mind with his voice. He was accompanied by a golden-haired Young man with long hair and lavender eyes.

"Berisio, have you read this book?"

Consul Malaccio slowly closed the book, raised his head and asked.

The Dothraki have no writing system, and any documented history of theirs is written in the development of the Free Cities' script.

Belissio was of noble Valyrian blood and was so stunningly beautiful that even the Volantenes thought it terribly unnatural.

He was one of the candidates for the Consul of Volantis, and naturally he would not think that the current Consul was really talking about it, whether he had read the book or not.

"The appearance of two Dothraki tribes outside the city may also be a trap as mentioned in the book, so you will not lead your troops out of the city to fight the Dothraki."

Malacho looked heavy, looked at the Dothraki camp that stretched for several miles to the north of the city, nodded slightly, and said:
"Of course not now."

The situation outside the city is unclear, and who can fight the Dothraki in the field.

Moreover, Malacho believes that the reason that once prevented the Dothraki from continuing to advance westward was definitely not the victory of the three thousand warriors of Quhor, but because the Free Trade Cities were smart enough to hide in the thick walls.

What's more, Volantis does not have the huge army of the Salorians.

Immediately, the Tiger Party consul turned to look at Bericio. He admired the consul candidate in front of him and agreed with some of the other's actions.

Bericio was born in the noble Stangoni family in the black wall. His name is obviously in memory of the legendary consul Bericio in history, the famous Patriot of Volantis who lived his life as a soldier and made great achievements in battle.

Marachor was old and weak, and the Golden Company also refused the task of getting rid of the High Priest of R'hllor and his supporters. He no longer wanted to seek re-election as the consul of the Tiger Party of Volantis.

Just want to use the Widow by the Water's vast network of connections to try again to hire the Golden Company through the war against the Dothraki.

After the plan is completed, all faults will be taken over, and Bericio is his successor trained.

Facing the appreciative gaze of the consul, Bericio did not show a trace of joy on his face, but put on a worried look.

"Your Excellency the Consul, what do you think of Benello's speech in the temple square of Rhelo tonight, he is no longer satisfied, telling the story of the weeping blood star and the fire sword that cleans the world, such a similar missionary story, unexpectedly Declare that the Dothraki will abolish slavery in Volantis."

After saying these words, Bericio couldn't keep calm. He clenched his fists and roared in a low voice:
"He said that if the archons of Volantene had their own way, if they persisted against the Dothraki, they would burn the city."

Hearing the angry voice of the young man in front of him, the Tiger Party leader was silent for a moment, showing a toothless smile.

He understood that some inappropriate remarks made by R'hllor Supreme Priest were troubling the young man in front of him.

"Why, are you afraid of the sound of slaves sharpening knives in the kitchen now? Look, looking at the whole of Volantis, only slaves will turn their eyes to the east, looking forward to the so-called savior, the Liberator of Dothraki Besides, who could tolerate such a situation, not even the poor of the city, and according to the law, even the humblest beggar, as long as he is a free man, has a higher status than a slave? A free man will not be willing to have the Slark take away their last consolation."

The power of words could not completely soothe Berisio's restless emotions. He looked nervously at the flickering vajra claw gauntlets of the slave Tiger Robe Army under the light of the fire.

"But in Volantis, the number of slaves is five times that of free people. They produce food for us, clean the streets, and even guard the city walls and drive warships are all done by slaves."

Seeing Bericio's struggling and cowardly attitude, Maraccio shook his head in disappointment. Obviously, he is now somewhat dissatisfied with this successor.

Young people may not see opportunities for coexistence due to lack of experience in facing crises, but they must not be fearful.

A true Tiger Party governor should be fearless.

The historically legendary consul Bericio fought all over the world and was invincible. Facing the giant, he still bravely launched a charge. Although he died at the hands of the giant in the end, his deeds were recorded in the annals of history.

But the current Volantenes have long lost their spirits, and the old nobles with ancient blood are actually afraid of slaves, so they hide inside the black wall, unwilling to eat and sleep.

The world never lacks opportunities, but lacks the eyes to discover them.

Opportunities are always hidden in crises. Maraccio is different. After hearing Benello's speech, he even regained his confidence.

Now, he is preparing to continue his campaign. The news of his withdrawal has not yet spread, but there are still many people in the city who support him and believe that he can be re-elected.

And the rumors of the Dothraki emancipating the slaves will undoubtedly crush the slave trade that Volantis relies on for survival, and will definitely aggravate the dissatisfaction of the old nobles and free people. This struggle will definitely last longer.

He hoped that by taking this opportunity, through the war against the Dothraki, the Tiger Party would gain two consul positions and end the 300-year rule of the Elephant Party.

The governor of the Tiger Party has even made follow-up plans. He is going to send people to spread rumors to Slaver's Bay, and use various methods to win over slave owners to join the war against the Dothraki.

When the election is over and a new Tiger Consul is born, a great army will surely gather in Volantis and wage war on the Dothraki.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar from the guards on the black wall.

"The Dothraki have broken camp."

Malacho immediately withdrew his thoughts and looked out of the city. The jumping torches dotted the sky like stars, illuminating the endless darkness.

Bellicio, who was troubled by the emancipation of the slaves, also came back to his senses. He saw a continuous fire, like a red sea, rushing towards the north.

(End of this chapter)