Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 68 The Fight for Freedom
In the city of Volantis, a man in a black cloak walked quickly on the fishmonger's square. The sea breeze blew a heavy gray rain, and thick mist rose in front of him.

In the streets and alleys, all the lights were extinguished. In the past, the tattooed slaves that could be seen everywhere also disappeared without a trace, and no one paid attention to their whereabouts.

The man in the cloak quickened his steps through the labyrinth of vines and grape trellises, and pushed open the hall door of the merchant's house. The extremely loud sound mixed with the sour smell of fermentation rushed towards his face.

In the dim light, in such a crowded and complicated environment, his tall figure could not attract anyone's attention, but he still did not take off the cloak covering his face, and took advantage of the shadow to sneak a glance. Cursed mercenaries.

The blue and white fork-tailed flags scattered on the ground, the blue silk sash, and the four crows separated by glowing lightning depicted on the shield at the feet symbolize that these people come from different mercenary groups.

He carefully walked around this group of drunken mercenaries who were not easy to provoke, and walked towards the routine table in the corner of the hall.

At this time, the "widow by the water" who was sitting there working also saw the man in the cloak coming towards her. She didn't speak, but got up slowly, and led the "sons of the widow" to the second floor of the merchant's house.

The cloaked man tacitly didn't go any closer to the routine table, and stayed there for a while before turning a corner and following up the stairs.

In the suite on the second floor, the cloaked man anxiously reached out to take off his hood, revealing bone-white beard and hair and a jet-black face covered with scarlet flame tattoos.

"The Windblown Group and the Stormcrows signed a contract with Malachor Megia, the governor of the Tiger Party, to prepare to fight for Volantis. They recruited new soldiers at the pier in the west city and captured the believers of the Lord of Light in the city. Are these things related to you?"

This person is the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo. After a meticulous body search by the guards, he was finally able to ask the "Widow by the Water" face-to-face.

"There is also the Golden Group, they should also join Volantis."

The exact answer made the red-robed monk feel that the hope he had been holding on to for several days was completely dissipated.

He walked quickly to the window with a solemn and sad expression, like a statue staring out of the window at the Fishmongers Square in a storm, observing whether any guards came to arrest him.

The "Widow by the Water" watched Marquis' actions with a smile, and the two sides were silent for a moment. Finally, she lightly touched the ugly scar covered by the gauze, wiped away the tears from her smiling eyes, and said cruelly:

"The red monk, Maracho, the governor of the Tiger Party, once told me that the hired mercenary group is to resist the invasion of the Dothraki, but I know that he concealed his plan to eliminate the followers of the Lord of Light in Volantis, although The consuls think this is a secret that only they know, but I have heard the news from a long time ago, and now, chaos and destruction are befalling this disgusting city at the same time, you say, should I cry or laugh?"

"I see, what's wrong!"

Ma Qiluo couldn't help shivering when he spoke, he pointed at the old woman angrily, and shouted:
"You want to destroy Volantis. It has hurt you before. Malaccio knows his limitations as a consul. When he wants to deceive you and help hire a mercenary group, you agree readily, and then , you asked me to meet again, and told me the news that you want the temple to launch a counterattack. There is no doubt that your vicious conspiracy can be realized in this way, do you know? Mercenaries are wantonly arresting slaves in the city, regardless of Is he a follower of the Lord of Light?"

"The unimpeded and unscrupulous preaching in the past has degraded your smart brains." The old woman stood up, and a shocking force burst out from her thin body, and she responded forcefully:
"I found you now to save these innocent slaves, otherwise, ha, according to my original plan, the Temple of the Lord of Light will definitely be destroyed together with the old nobles. You are Volantis The largest slave owner, accepting the support of believers with peace of mind, should accept the children who cannot support them after losing their wealth, train these children to become monks, warriors or temple prostitutes, and tattoo the symbol of slavery on the face of the children for life, see Looking at your pitiful face, you are also one of them."

Without waiting for the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo to defend himself, the "Widow by the Water" let go of her anger, sighed and continued:

"When Maracho was still rational, I might be able to stop all of this, but he was already close to madness. Greed and ambition swallowed up the last rationality in his heart. Alas! Now I have also guessed his final purpose, to clear away the light. The king's believer is just doing things incidentally. What he really wants is to trigger a war with the Dothraki, manipulate the election of the consul invisibly, and end the 300-year ruling of the Elephant Party in Volantis. According to what I know According to the information, Maracho did not leave empty-handed. Not only did he take away most of the slave soldiers in the city, but the slaves who disappeared on the streets were also requisitioned in the name of labor, and they were living in private houses outside the east city. Attack and threaten, and those slaves will fall prey to the wrath of the Dothraki."

After listening to the information of the "Widow by the Water", Marqiro's black face was as heavy as water. He sighed and put on his cloak, and turned around to leave.

"Without my help, you can't get out of the city. Now this place is no longer the original Volantis where the red monk can go unimpeded. Malacho took away most of the slave soldiers, so the city gate and the pier are closed. It is jointly guarded by mercenaries and tiger robe troops."

The old woman stopped the red-robed monk's actions with her words. He could only look at the gate angrily, and said in a very worried voice:
"It's not all caused by you. I must leave the city immediately to spread the news, otherwise everything will be irreversible."

"Sure enough, my guess is correct." The widow by the water sat back on the chair again, piercing the red robe monk's back with her cold eyes, and said:

"You have connections with the Dothrakis. The High Priest Benello preached unscrupulously in the city that the Dothrakis will come to liberate the slaves. You gave the slaves hope that they shouldn't have. They looked at the east day and night , let the old aristocrats lie trembling in the black wall, and it is precisely because of this that Malaccio came up with such a crazy plan. Unfortunately, what the slaves are looking forward to is not the liberation of the Dothraki liberators, but the liberation of the liberators. The butcher's knives dropped by the cavalrymen under his command, and their last screams, from now on, the enemy no longer has to spread vicious rumors to slander, the reputation of the Dothraki liberator among the slaves is completely destroyed, and there is no need to use various methods to bribe and win over. freemen and countless slaves will voluntarily join in the war against him."

The "Widow by the Water" ignored Marqiro's fear and despair, reached out and took off the veil that covered her face, revealing a scar that crawled across her entire cheek, which was the slave mark she had dug out when she was free.

Although no one has ever dared to disrespect her to her face, she knows that everyone secretly calls her "Vagaro's whore", and even though the years have bent her spine, this vicious title will still accompany her, just because She used to be a slave.

"I've heard that in Quohol, three thousand slaves fought for their freedom, but some were free."

"A slave brought back three heads of the enemy, and his wife and children were freed." Maqiro turned to look at the old woman, and replied carefully, the scar made his whole body cold.

"It's a bit arbitrary to make slaves kill in exchange for freedom, but it's fair to do things and keep their promises." The widow by the water's eyes fell outside the window, raving like hallucinations:
"Tell him we're waiting, tell him to come as soon as possible."

　I still haven't fully recovered today, I have no strength in my body, and I can't move. After coding for a day, only one chapter has been sent, and I guess it will be posted tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)