Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

In the polar sea, which is often buffeted by storms, there is an island country that is famous far and wide.

It is covered with mountains and forests, rich in gold, iron and tin ores, while wood, amber and hundreds of furs can be found in the forests of the island. This is Iban.

The Iban people are short, fat, loud, agile, arrogant and violent. They are called "whalers" because these people often drive bloated whaling ships and venture into the waters of other countries to hunt.

Bern Sigwald is such a typical Iban man. His height is only over five feet, and he is considered a "tall man" in the entire Iban.

The unusually broad chest muscles and shoulders, the long hair covering his body, and the stubby lower limbs make him look like a bear walking upright.

Of course, his identity is not simple. Sigvald is an ancient family that has ruled and managed the river bend area west of Iban Island for generations. Bourne himself is also a member of the Thousand People Group, and the "Shadow Parliament" is composed of This body was elected and has served as the ruling body of Iban since the God-King was overthrown after the Doom of Valyria.

The river bend area of ​​the Sigvald family is sparsely populated, with some scattered Iban gathering places. Most of them stand alone on the top of the south-facing slope, with lush mountain forests above them, climbing up to the snow-covered mountains along the layers of green. Dingshi Ridge, with cultivated land and pastures going down, gradually drops to sea level.

Bourne's daily government affairs are very busy. He either has to direct his people to cut trees in the forest, or fish in the fast and cold river. Finally, he has to climb through the cliffs and steep slopes to the top of the mountain to overlook the island west of the island. A vast ocean without any trace.

After a busy day, he dragged his tired body back home, wrapped himself in a blanket and lay down. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly thought of something and sat up suddenly. .

"Lord Bourne, what's going on?" The attendant at the side quickly walked to his side and asked in a low voice: "Did you feel any discomfort when you were sleeping?"

"Forest, daytime." Bourne replied: "There's something not right about those merchants and sailors we met."

"Ah!" The entourage looked puzzled and gestured with his hands, saying, "Is there something wrong with their identity?"

Bourne's high and sloping brows were frowning, almost roaring, and shouted:

"They said they often go to Iban Port to trade, but why do they know nothing about the laws and traditions here."

As he spoke, he climbed up from the bed on his hands and knees, took off the ax hanging on the wall and the brown shield wrapped in animal skin, and walked angrily outside the house.

Although the Iban are short and possess many of the characteristics of ancient humans, their intelligence is comparable to that of other races, and they are very wary and xenophobic.

The Iban people living in forests and mountains are even more distrustful of strangers and foreigners. People from other islands and races will be subject to strict legal restrictions in the Iban Port and are absolutely prohibited from entering Iban gathering places.

The reasons for this situation are, in addition to protecting rich resources and some historical conflicts, the most important thing is that it is difficult for the Iban and other races to reproduce. If men of other races make Iban women pregnant, the result will inevitably be abnormal babies. Or stillbirth, the same goes for Iban men impregnating women from other areas, just like mules.

As Bourne rushed out of the room, the entire river bend area was soon boiling. The men tried hard to drive away sleep, holding axes and shields, and under the light of torches made of whale oil, their sunken eyes widened, Looking around.

But they failed to notice that behind the cliffs and rocks a few hundred feet away from them, short and thin black figures emerged from the sea and nimbly slipped onto the shore. After a subtle ripple, the ripples on the water gradually calmed down. , those figures like grass and trees sneaked into the jungle quietly.

That night, the Iban people did not find even a ghost. However, Bourne still insisted on his speculation. His prestige in the Riverbend area was very high. After that, all the people in the territory became cautious, but No suspicious traces were found, and the seven days passed without incident.

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One day at dawn, the sky was still blue-grey, connected with the ocean in the distance. The only wind was blowing from the north. As the sky gradually turned brighter, a red sun shone on the mountains in the east, reflecting the bloody fire. of light.

There are many birds perching on the cliffs and stone walls covered with vines. They are all circling on the top of the mountain, as if there is a black cloud hanging in the sky all the time.

Bourne looked at the scene in front of him uneasily, his eyebrows furrowed. He turned back to the sleepy Iban soldier beside him and said:

"You go back and lie down first, and let a group of people guard me. If we hold on for a while longer, we must catch those bad guys who are trying to do something bad, otherwise we may attract deadly enemies."

The soldiers, who were already extremely trapped, had no extra thoughts. When everyone was preparing to pack their luggage and go down the mountain, a follower suddenly discovered a long boat rowing on the sea, heading towards Iban Island quickly.

"My lord, what is that?" He pointed to the sea level in the west and shouted: "Is that our whale ship?"

Bourne pushed his entourage away hard and waited for the scene in the distance without blinking. The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the sun behind him gave off a strange light.

Suddenly, he started shouting, and countless black silhouettes appeared on the sea. They raised their white sails, like the sharp teeth of a shark, and sailed here in a mighty way.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Bourne's hoarse roar woke everyone up.

"This is too crazy!" The soldiers shouted in panic: "Blow the horn quickly!"

At the same moment, they heard the sound of a bowstring popping open, and dozens of arrows shot at them unexpectedly. One arrow shot through the trumpeter's throat. He fell face to face and dropped the horn in his hand.

Another arrow hit Bourne in the chest, shaking his body. Fortunately, the chain mail under his animal skin cloak blocked the attack, and the other arrows nailed the bodies and shields of the warriors hard. superior.

Only then did Bourne see many thin black figures running around on the southern cliff. They seemed to be preparing to draw their bows again.

"Wooden!" He shouted in surprise: "Raise your shield quickly!"

The soldiers all bent down and raised their round shields desperately, guarding Bourne in the center. Immediately afterwards, many more arrows flew over. Although most of them were blocked by the shields, there were still soldiers who screamed miserably. While screaming, he was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground.

One of the arrows was firmly nailed to the ground, but it was very accurate because it was only an inch away from Bourne's hand picking up the horn.

At this moment, he understood that these wooden men must have an obvious target. The only possibility was to prevent him from blowing the horn. The opponent was an accomplice of the enemy on the long boat.

Bourne gritted his teeth and gave up picking up the horn for the time being. He looked out through the gap between the shields and immediately saw the wooden man who was drawing his bow and staring at the target. The other person was bathed in the sun and exuded a legendary atmosphere. The courage of a sharpshooter.

"Go forward and push them off the cliff." He quickly gave the order to the soldiers without hesitation.

But at the same time, earth-shattering cheers rang out on the coast. Looking sideways, he saw dozens of long boats arriving and rushing towards the beach.

The pitch-black hull sucked away all the light like a long night, bringing all the darkness and coldness.

He felt his eyes darken, and a chill flowed through his heart, making his heart almost stop beating.

This terrifying chill reminded him of old injuries on his body, like the time the whaling ship overturned and mercilessly immersed his whole body in ice water.

A new volume opens. First destroy a country, declare the world, dance with dragons, and conquer Essos.

According to Martin, the island of Ibben is the same size as Iceland. If you imagine Westeros as Great Britain and the Eastern Continent as the European continent, then Ibben is like Finland, but without Scandinavia, and the Baltic Sea and the The north is also the ocean.

Also, the Iban people are short in stature and have reproductive isolation, this and this, haha.