Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 70 Freeing the Slaves
The huge entrance to the black wall of Volantis was tightly closed, and the city wall seemed to be empty, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, but there was an imposing aura that was about to rain.

Even if tens of thousands of troops bring powerful siege weapons, no general will have any hope of taking down the black city wall. For the Valyrian dragonlords who advocated the construction of this military outpost, they know very well that only the dragon of the dragonlord can Invitations to enter from the outside are not accepted.

After centuries of development, the walls were already crowded with towering and row upon row of houses and shops. However, due to the pressure of the war, the Volantis consuls withdrew all the freemen and wealthy merchants in advance.

At this time, only Volantene spearmen with green tiger stripes were stationed here.

The dazzling dawn cut through the darkness like a sword. The sergeant wearing a tiger helmet raised his flickering diamond-claw gauntlet and chanted prayers, thanking the Lord of Light for giving them dawn. Then he smiled and asked the soldiers beside him:
"If that horse king grants you freedom, will you continue to be the Tiger Robe Army?"

A Tiger Robe Army soldier was leaning against the wall, his eyes were sleepy, and he was holding the gemstone necklace on his chest tightly, as if he was having a sweet dream. Another young soldier stroked the tiger stripes on his face, and said proudly:
"We are the Tiger Robe Army, what can we do if we are not tigers? We are here to fight the evil Dothraki."

Then, he paused the spear in his hand a little angrily, and complained softly:

"We shouldn't waste our time guarding those lowly slaves."

The soldier who was dreaming of a dream let out a scream as if he was suddenly frightened. He firmly held the safe and sound gem, and then he was relieved, and said with a rogue smile:
"That's right! These are all the shops and residences of free men and rich merchants. They fled back to the wall and left behind a lot of wealth. If we have time, we should take the opportunity to search again. There are also those imprisoned female slaves. hey-hey……."

Hearing these wasteful answers, the sergeant could no longer laugh. Whether he was a sergeant in the Tiger Robe Army or a loyal follower of the King of Light, he knew more about the news and thought about it than these ordinary soldiers. need more.

The governor of the Tiger Party, Marajo Megia, sent them here to prepare them to face death, but he had no choice but to carry out this suicide mission responsibly.

Thinking of this, the sergeant's expression became extremely distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, full of anger and fear, and he looked like a trapped animal grinning.

Just when they were about to turn around and change the guard, the silence was suddenly broken. The deafening and deep sound of horseshoes echoed on the banks of the Lorne like thunder. The soldiers had a dull pain in their eardrums.

The dawn spit out brilliant morning light, and countless cavalry swept across the entire land like a torrent. The Dothraki shouted excitedly and rushed from the northern wilderness. The sergeant was plunged into darkness before his eyes. His hopes also vanished.

Soon, except for the area where the Hupao Army was stationed, all the nearby land was surrounded by dozens of times the number of enemies. At the front of the line was an extremely huge figure, whose chest was exposed like pieces carved out of it. He is riding a fiery red war horse with a flying mane, extremely vigorous and graceful.

The sergeant knew who he was. A few months ago, there were no legends mentioning his name, but now, people are either happy or afraid, and they are rushing to honor him, calling him the stone giant from the country of Jaggowen , Breaker, Slayer, Liberator, King of the Dothraki.

After the troops had set up their formation, Meng Ge rode out on his horse and walked out slowly as if no one was around. He was followed only by the flag officer and the red monk Ma Qiluo. The sun and the wind played against him, and they stopped a few paces in front of the sergeant.

"Among you, is anyone qualified to talk to me?" Meng Ge looked at the strange tiger outfit of the Tiger Robe Army, and couldn't help laughing: "Or know me enough to make a wise decision?" choice."

The sergeant looked at the Dothraki Khal who looked like a real tiger and was about to devour people. He was so nervous that he couldn't speak, but his eyes and clothes were captured by Maqiro, and the red robe monk didn't even move. He just translated Meng Ge's words to him, but he stepped back a few steps, as if worried about being attacked, he shouted in panic:

"I'm just a sergeant in charge of guarding here, you can't attack me!"

"Calm down, servant of the Lord of Light." Maqiro could see the fear in the opponent's eyes. He stared at the sergeant with an embarrassed expression, and shouted harshly:

"Malachor and his mob of mercenary allies hid in the town of Veronses on the west bank of the Lorne River. They trembled and dared not attack the great Mungo tribe. All the land east of the Lorne River will belong to Khal Mongol from now on. All, and of course this includes the lands of Volantis as far as the Dothraki Sea, you are the sons of Khal Mongol, and you must disarm and swear allegiance to him on your knees."

Seeing that the sergeant became quiet, Maqiro jumped off the horse, approached the opponent's head, and said without a trace of emotion in a voice that could be heard around him:
"Obviously, Malachor's plan has failed. I know your life and death are not important to him, or his mission is actually to abandon you. Sergeant, servant of the Lord of Light, think about it! Malacho Joe's purpose is to cleanse the slaves who want to get out of slavery and the believers of the Lord of Light. He has betrayed you mercilessly. You are also slaves, and there is no difference from those who are imprisoned in it. Isn't Malacho oppressing you? The villain, is a good master you can’t give up? Please use your remaining wisdom and calmness to decide what to do quickly, Khal Mongo doesn’t like to wait, and his mood will be closely related to your fate.”

The sergeant watched Mungo's movements carefully and carefully, and for a while he didn't know how to answer. Everyone could clearly see the despair and struggle on his face.

After a while, he threw away his spear, took off his tiger helmet, and knelt down on the ground. The other slave soldiers followed him and disarmed and chose to surrender.

The sergeant turned his head and glanced at every tiger-robed soldier, his voice seemed to have changed a lot in an instant, and he shouted loudly:
"The 1000 and [-] tiger-robed troops of Volantis, and the more than [-] slaves imprisoned here, swear allegiance to the great slave liberator, King of the Dothraki, Khal Mongol."

Since he was sent to Volantis to perform a mission last time, or expelled from the horse herd, Marqiro has become much more honest and well-behaved. He translated the sergeant's words intact.

Meng Ge understood the meaning, and he rode forward, looked at the sergeant's head lying on the ground, and asked:

"You are very smart, what's your name?"

"Pea, Pace." The sergeant replied in a muffled voice, trembling and not daring to look up.

Mungo didn't ask him any more questions, and the horseshoe gently bypassed this place, walked to the street, and shouted to the slaves locked in the house:

"For thousands of years, the slave trade in Essos has never stopped. It seems to be a matter of course to capture men as slave labor or make women sex prostitutes, but people are not sheep or poultry, and they should not be traded at will. , no one is willing to dedicate himself to others, and let himself and his children not be free for life. In the Skeleton Mountains, slavery is no longer legal. All the people under my rule are born free. No one is allowed to trade slaves. Anyone who violates the law will be sentenced to death. All the people, fight this crime together."

As soon as this remark came out, Mungo knew in his heart that from then on he would step onto the world stage as the leader of the slave army. From the Jade Sea to the Narrow Sea, from Essos to Westeros, all nobles would Will turn against him, slander his honor maliciously, howl his name.

But for a barbaric Dothraki horse king, no nobles would support him. As long as he chooses to conquer, no matter whether it is crime and slaughter or kindness and generosity, the nobles and their descendants will still call him a barbarian behind their backs.

The only thing he can win over is slaves, and what is the difference between free people and slaves? Of course, they may have a higher status, but they will not open their eyes to see the world.

If the old wave does not go, the new wave will not come.

　After thinking for a long time, I still decided to free the slaves instead of engaging in slavery.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)