Chapter 196: What You See

Chapter 194 As far as the eye can see

The battle of Astapor, the Yunkai coalition was defeated.

Except for those who escaped from the sea and knelt down to surrender in time, there were no living enemies on the entire battlefield.

The number of nobles who died in this battle is difficult to count, so there are many poems to describe its tragic situation.

One of them, a satirical poem by an unknown poet, is the most famous:

I heard the horns echoing in the wilderness, and the scimitars of the grassland country shone like stars.

The fast horses rushed to the blood brick city, which was the wind from the ghost land.

The war was ignited, and the Yunkai Marshal, Akhaz, died under his feet. The poor guy was scared out of his wits and then was trampled to death by hundreds of his closest "friends".

The great Meereen hero, "River Guardian" Skarraz, could never return to the Great Pyramid in the north. We found his drowned body in the river.

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This poem is very long, and it writes about many famous people, all of whom can never return to their hometowns, so it is also called the Tomb Mound Poem.

However, the most famous reason for it is that since it spread, a legend has been circulated in Essos and even the whole world, which is about the horror of the Dothraki flood.

It's just that now it happens to be a chaotic time, and no one pays attention to the role of words.

Mongol was also riding a warhorse, riding towards the main gate of the city.

The air was full of the smell of fire, many siege equipment was burned, and many corpses were thrown into the fire.

He didn't care about the ruins and the scene of killing around him. His figure was motionless and his eyes were calm.

In the stench of smoke, Mongol and his cavalry stepped into Astapor.

The people in the city were trying to clear a path in the wreckage and ruins. They knew that the real master of the city had arrived.

Seeing the great Dothraki khal enter the main gate like this, all the Astapor people who met them automatically stepped aside and bowed.

The cavalry passed through the charred city gate and continued to advance on the red brick road.

For the slave rebels who survived the battle of the Worm River, it seemed like they had spent decades on this road.

This was an endless trek in their nightmares. They were scared, they kept walking, and finally had to face the gloomy ending.

At this moment, some people came over with stretchers, and they carefully placed the stretchers in front of the great Kao.

Fortunately, the people lying on them were not covered with cloth, and they could still shake left and right.

These were the slave rebels who participated in guarding the main gate. Only more than a dozen people survived, including Haines. This was their extreme luck, as well as the result of their skills and courage.

"Thank God, you are still alive!"

The slave rebels inside and outside the city hugged each other and cried loudly.

Finally, the injured were sent to the Temple of Holy Grace, where the saints would take care of them very carefully.

And Mungo walked the entire street and entered the Uhor Pyramid under the welcome of the people.

This step pyramid was once the residence of the Good Lord of Astapor, and later the palace and military camp of Cleon, the "Butcher King".

The Good Lord, like the Great Lord of Meereen and the Wise Lord of Yunkai, is a respectful title for slave owners.

Mongol summoned the heroes of this battle at the Ukhor Pyramid.

"Respected Great Khal!..."

The first person to come in was the Green Saint of the Temple of Grace. She added a lot of ancient Ghis language titles after the honorific, and then a few verses of praise that Mongol could not understand.

Finally, she asked softly whether the secret agreement between the Temple of Grace and Bono was valid.

Mongol would naturally not break his promise. Unlike other beliefs on the continent of Essos, the Temple of Grace was not so evil, and it was more responsible for healing and presiding over marriages for believers.

Therefore, he only made two requests.

"First, the Temple of Grace needs to hand over the list of all clergy. If there are new saints joining, they must be registered in the management system to be established by Dothraki in the future."

"Secondly, we need to respect other beliefs and not preach religious opposition to the people. All missionary activities must comply with the Dothraki Code."

The Green Saint was very excited after receiving a positive reply. She slowly walked forward and kissed Monggo, who was sitting on the throne.

"May Dothraki prosper forever!"

After saying this, she left under the leadership of the Blood Guard.

Don't think that the saints are really saints. In the Temple of Grace, the saints wear robes of different colors to distinguish them.

Among them, the red saints wearing red robes are also called holy prostitutes. They live in a place called the Garden of Desire in the temple. Their role can be imagined.

Monggo is not in a hurry to learn more about it now. He has more important things to do at this time.

"My king!"

Sallad Saan trotted to Mongol, bowed deeply, then knelt on one knee at his feet, looking up at his face.

"My king, since the day I left my hometown and went to sea, I have been looking for something. I thought it was treasure, status or honor, but until I heard your name, I finally understood what I was looking for! You and Dothraki, this is where I truly belong!"

"I have always respected you very much, and this respect will never fade like the sea. Now, my long wait and hard work have finally brought hope. Please allow me to swear allegiance to you!"

"From now on, no matter the day, I will be blessed by you, and even my night will become extremely beautiful, and I will no longer be afraid!"

Salado's praise was nice, but Mongo was unmoved.

He looked at the figure of the pirate captain, and like all those who came to meet him, his eyes shone with desire for something.

"I heard Bono say that you are clever and courageous. This time, you have brought me another fleet, which is enough to prove the truth of those praises."

"Salado, what do you think of Braavos!"

"You mean Braavos?"

Salladhor Saan's eyes widened, fear and excitement constantly flowing in his eyes.

"Yes, Braavos, the fleet of the Sea King, that fleet that is unparalleled in the world." Mongo said in a tone as if he was chatting:

"It seems you know something about them."

"I have seen them, but I don't know how to describe them. Maybe you are right, they are unparalleled in the world."

Salado looked away, feeling in a daze that his eyes were covered with a shadow that he could not drive away. He looked up and saw that it was a huge purple ship that was riding the wind and waves, passing him by.

At the same time, in his eyes, a trace of uncontrollable desire was constantly expanding and gathering, slowly erasing the shadow.

"Just like the cavalry under your command, all city-states are afraid, and they dare not even mention your name."

"We rarely mention Sea King's fleet, but for many years, we have been living in that shadow. We are afraid, we are uneasy, and many of our most elite ships and sailors have died at their hands."

"However, if you are willing to grant me a chance, that may be your greatest advantage in the future war."

Mengge stood up, looked north, west and east, then glanced at Salado, and said:

"If you make up your mind, swear an oath to me."