novelhk Chapter 112 Conquest!!!
Chapter 112 Conquest!!!
Chapter 112 Conquest!!!
After King Robert died across the Channel, the Wolf and Lion families, with no more scruples, rose up in arms, and the tense atmosphere instantly brought back memories of wartime to the people of the Seven Kingdoms.
Cersei, now Queen Mother, and her haughty son King immediately issued an order declaring the Northern Lords rebels.
Yes, the lords of the North, not House Stark.
It seems the foolish and arrogant mother and son were somewhat skeptical that the young Eddard's eldest son, Robb, could command the Northern army, so they offered their help at the opportune moment.
Stannis, the only surviving Baratheon of the three Baratheon brothers, raised an army on Dragonstone and declared Joffrey to be the product of incest and not the legitimate heir to the Baratheon dynasty.
Stannis declared himself the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and that Cersei and her son were traitors.
Joffrey roared madly, wanting to tear off the heads of Stannis and the Northern lords and hang them on his spear so that the world could witness his "majestic might".
Ser Barristan, dutiful in his duty, advised the king that he should appease the North, as the kingdom was currently in turmoil and might not be able to withstand the formidable Stannis.
But Cersei's confidence stemmed from this: "Stannis? Ahahaha, how many men does he have? Less than 20,000 have responded to him, maybe even fewer. Oh, he does have a fleet, but is he prepared to send sailors ashore to attack King's Landing? My father will handle everything."
And the humiliation of King Joffrey's words, "You are old, who can you protect? Go home!"
His former comrades laughed loudly, while the courtiers watched coldly. The newly appointed ministers of the court were all good-for-nothings and sycophants. Sir Barristan, disappointed, removed his white robe and armor and drew his longsword.
This move undoubtedly put the Queen Mother and the King's Royal Guards, as well as the tall warrior "Hound" wearing a dog helmet, on high alert.
Barristan sneered at the sight: "Even at my age, I can still take care of you with one hand!" He then threw his longsword on the ground and turned to leave.
"Cut him down..." Joffrey sprang up from the Iron Throne instantly, but before he could give the order, the Queen Mother reached out and pressed him back down onto the Iron Throne.
Amidst the turmoil in Westeros, the Loras Islands, the northernmost part of Essos, were embroiled in a civil war.
On the Dothraki plains, the Pentos had not received any gifts of peace from the people for a long time, and the equally proud centaurs began to stir.
In the past, the governors of Pentos could not withstand the harassment of the centaurs, so they would offer a gift to every khao and his khalasar who "passed through" Pentos in exchange for peace.
But that's outdated. Everyone knows that Pentos no longer has a governor, only a king, His Majesty King Viserys III of the Targaryen family.
The king's sphere of influence stretched from Braavos in the north to Pentos in the south, encompassing Andas, G. Doho, and the Velvet Hills. He commanded tens of thousands of elite troops, possessed an unparalleled invincible fleet on his left, and an incomparably wealthy iron treasury on his right.
King Viser is currently at the height of his military power, so how could he possibly hand over "tribute" to the barbaric centaurs?
Is it because they're dirty or because they're promiscuous?
Are we suggesting they're just lagging behind?
But the centaurs clearly didn't think so. Relying on their horsemanship and archery skills, and their invincible yak scimitars, the men of the grasslands considered themselves invincible warriors.
The so-called Targaryen kings were nothing but cowards who wore iron clothes and hid in stone houses.
The warlike Dothraki would use a scimitar to cut off the head of every enemy.
On the Dothraki Sea, the largest tribe was undoubtedly the Khalasar, led by Khal Drogo. It is said that his Khalasar had 40,000 warriors, and people always referred to him as invincible.
When Bevos, the commander of the Pentos Legion who had recently returned to his post in Pentos, sent men at breakneck speed to Braavos to report to Visser that small groups of centaurs had appeared on the Pentos plains and were beginning to plunder villages.
King Visser scoffed, "Invincible? Since the restoration of my kingdom, I have been invincible! Order the troops to march on Pentos!"
Khal Drogo has come to Pentos begging for food with his 40,000 starving warriors. King Viser, though wealthy, will never give these filthy beggars any food; instead, he will strike them down!
"Strongman" Beworth was such a morale booster for his troops.
The soldiers cheered.
Centaurs? They're not the garrison of Pentos; they're tough guys who've fought alongside King Viser through countless battles, tough as nails!
What a load of bull! Dothraki! If they each have nine lives, then bring it on!
"Waaah~"
The sound of bugles resounded throughout the heavens and earth.
Banners fluttered as the army loyal to the Targaryens began to assemble.
Three thousand five hundred veteran players, dressed in flashy armor and cloaks, stood in a relaxed formation like three thousand knights, but no one would think they were incapable of fighting because of their lax discipline.
Behind these 3,500 veteran players were thousands of player subjects clad in armored suits and wielding wooden shields, longswords, or spears. They stood behind the players' army, swearing to fight for their king and their lord.
More than 2,600 new and semi-old players, dressed in varying levels of equipment, watched the magnificent scene before them with excitement.
Before them stood a dozen mighty war elephants, pterosaurs circling overhead, and massive creatures lying dormant on carts, along with a full thirty bronze cannons. The sight instilled both fear and exhilaration in the local soldiers.
The Braavos Legion numbered four thousand, the Windblown Legion two thousand, and the vanguard of the entire army consisted of six hundred cavalry, arrayed on either side.
The army totaled over 17,000 men. In addition to them, minor lords loyal to the Targaryens, as well as conscripts from tribes and villages, would join the army along the way, further expanding the size of House Targaryen's army.
Visser was still riding that white horse, wearing a white robe and a dragon-winged helmet. Behind him were thousands of white-robed men who were about to set off with the army, and six hundred blue-robed men who would accompany the army to enforce military law and supervise the battle.
Reaching the front of the procession, Visser drew his longsword: "To whom does Pentos belong?"
"It belongs to us!"
The players and soldiers responded in unison.
"To whom does Essos belong?"
"It belongs to us!"
"To whom does the world belong?"
"It belongs to us!"
Viser's ears nearly shattered from the army's roar, but he remained excited, brandishing his longsword on horseback: "Are we going to conquer?"
"world!"
"Are we going to conquer it?"
"everything!"
The king's soldiers responded to him warmly.
Of course they were enthusiastic! Players were eager to open the new dungeon, and the local soldiers had already received an extra two months' worth of pay each.
The salaries are paid in full, but the gods are ignored!
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