Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Chapter 185 Meereen Riots

The Arena is a unique landscape in Slaver's Bay, similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Almost all slave city-states had such a building, which allowed wild beasts and warriors to fight each other and provided entertainment for nobles and ordinary people.

Meereen has the most arenas, and the largest and most luxurious arena in Meereen is the Daznak Arena.

Everything was silent, and there were many clouds floating in the night sky, drifting in the cold wind, slowly covering the pale moonlight.

The Gate of Destiny, the entrance to Daznak Arena.

It is shaped like two tall bronze warrior statues standing opposite each other, symbolizing the eternal fight to the death.

At this time, there were many soldiers wearing bright chainmail sitting there.

Suddenly, the sound of complex footsteps reached their ears, and these armored soldiers immediately jumped up.

They clenched the spears in their hands, stared closely at the figure walking not far away, and shouted loudly:

"Stranger stop!"

"Shut up, the Great Lord is right here!"

The visitor kept walking and yelled. There was not much kindness in his voice, and the meaning behind his words made the guards even more frightened, and they all lowered their heads to show respect.

The rulers of Meereen all come from some large slave-owning families, and they are called the Great Masters.

Before the armored soldiers could think of something, they soon saw a man wearing a tokar robe appear in front of them. He looked like a typical Gith man. The man looked at them with sharp eyes. On the contrary, they were relieved.

But what frightened them most happened. Behind the visitor was a red sedan carried by slaves.

Seeing this red sedan, the heads of the armored soldiers who had just raised their heads dropped lower.

While feeling extremely regretful about my bad attitude, I tried to use all the words I heard to compliment the person sitting in the red sedan to avoid being punished.

"Lord Holy Lord Daznak!"

"Master, my bright light!"

Meereen is a city closely related to color. Even the city walls are not a single color, but made of multi-colored bricks.

Certain colors are also representative of a family and a symbol of wealth and power.

For example, the red color of the sedan in front of me is the color favored by the Daznak family.

Then the person sitting in the sedan chair is naturally one of the rulers of Meereen, the great master of the Daznak family, and the master of this arena.

Although the armored soldiers were very curious and confused, it was not the time for the arena to open for performances, so why did the great master come here.

But there was nothing unusual about the person who came, whether it was appearance, clothing, or demeanor.

The language he speaks is also High Valyrian mixed with Gughis. In short, his accent is very correct.

They could not find any conditions to question the obstruction, and they did not believe that the Dothraki barbarians had such wisdom.

Moreover, the Gate of Destiny is not a city gate, it is just the gate of an arena, not to mention that the arena is the family property of the great Lord Daznak.

Therefore, the armored soldiers did not want to ask more questions, let alone dared to ask more questions.

Under this tense atmosphere, the visitor did not stop for much and walked swaggeringly towards the arena.

The Gith man wearing a tokar robe stepped into the arch leading to the interior of the arena. He looked back and saw that he was far away from the armored soldiers. He waved to the slave carrying the sedan behind him, and then whispered :

"follow me!"

This sentence was in Dothraki, indicating the identity and purpose of the visitor.

The eyes of the slaves carrying the sedan were no longer numb and confused.

They moved neatly and quickly, putting down the sedan chair. Each of them took out a bundle of weapons, followed the spies who led the way, and quickly walked to the prison where the slaves were kept in the arena.

"The breaker of shackles, the liberator of slaves, the hope of slaves all over the world, the Dothraki Khal Mongol has decreed to grant freedom to all slaves in the city!"

"The great Khal has ordered that all slave fighters, who long for freedom and are willing to fight for the Dothraki, will be issued weapons!"

Along with these whispers, the cells were opened one after another, and weapons were thrown into the cells one by one.

Some slaves were full of joy, some had a trace of struggle in their eyes, some picked up weapons, and some pretended to turn a blind eye.

Soon after, when the armored soldiers outside the Gate of Destiny in Daznak Arena noticed something unusual, the black arch opened and a group of slaves holding sharp blades surged out.

This scene not only appeared in Daznak Arena, it can be said that the entire city of Meereen was in chaos.

Blood splattered everywhere and screams were everywhere.

At the same time, outside the city of Meereen, rows of cavalry appeared in the eastern wilderness with their heads held high.

A young Dothraki warrior rides a warhorse and blows a horn.

Then, countless torches lit up, seemingly lighting up the entire horizon.

The horse's head was raised, its nostrils were flaring, smelling the flames of war in the distance, its mane flying in the wind, and under the control of the cavalry, it strode forward in a uniform manner.

"Enemy attack, the Dothraki are coming!"

Amidst the roar of horse hooves, the soldiers on the walls of Meereen screamed in panic.

There has never been a moment like this where they feel that even if they are hiding behind thick and high city walls, they have no sense of security.

Not only ordinary soldiers, but also those great lords and generals were at a loss.

The great masters did not know whether to trust their generals and soldiers, whether it would be safer to hide in the pyramids, or to escape from the city.

The generals did not know where the main enemy was. They should mobilize soldiers to suppress the rebellious slaves first, or concentrate their forces to defend the city wall.

Which choice can save their lives and safety?

In the Great Pyramid of Meereen, the great lord and generals hurriedly gathered together, but fell into silence.

Finally, a great lord who was sitting on the throne, with a slender figure and red-black hair shaved into the shape of wings, spoke first.

"Everyone, please let the generals command the soldiers first. All soldiers need to gather together, otherwise they will be defeated one by one."

"Hizdahr is right!" said a pale man sitting on the steps of a high platform:

"The Dothraki have no siege weapons, and their horses cannot run up to our walls."

"Moreover, we just learned that the Dothraki appeared in the east, and these dirty slaves chose this time to riot. The two must be related, and there must be a conspiracy."

"Generals, gather your soldiers and kill all the slaves who are making trouble in the city first!"

After listening to what these two people said, everyone gradually calmed down.

The great master named Hizdahr once again smiled at the generals who were about to exit the hall and said:

"Hurry up, those filthy maggots. Let them breathe free air again. I feel sick and can't breathe!"