Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"I've been here before, and it's twice as big as before." New Gith's financial officer Reg Zo Emde stood on the newly built grand stand in the Punishment Square and said to the Yunkai envoy Grazdan Mor next to him. Eraz said.

That's right, this time the person who represented New Gis as the envoy to Astapor was Reg. Last time, Ian was sure that he did not have the authority to decide whether to agree to his request because his request was too abrupt.

In fact, Reg Emud's status as the financial officer of New Ghis is definitely not low. In the history of Gu Ghiscari, the position of financial officer was often a springboard for the consulship.

"It's twice as big because there are half as many nobles in Astapor than before." Grazdan Mo Eraz pointed to the edge of the square. "Obviously they demolished a lot of buildings. .”

"I heard that this is called the Square of Punishment, where the people of Astapor warned slaves." At this time, the messenger of Meereen, Mazdahan Zo Lorak, also joined the conversation. He looked around and wondered. "No slave was crucified here," he said.

"They are not needed anymore because it has been a while since Astapor has seen slaves rebelling against their masters, escaping, or preventing riots," Grazdan explained.

"How is this possible?" Mazdahan was a little stunned.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of fifth-class slavery?" Grazdan asked.

"I heard about a stupid system. I heard that the Westeros people decided to give the slaves more food, more power, and even the status of nobles. This is simply something that a madman would do." Maz When Dahan heard this word, he immediately expressed disdain.

"Not all slaves, just a small part of them," Grazdan corrected. "This will not shake the slavery system, but will strengthen it."

"Yes, other great masters said the same thing," Mazdahan shrugged, "That's why we did not regard him as an enemy, but our evaluation of this system is consistent, that is, it is stupid."

"Why? Don't you think this?" Grazdan pointed to the empty gallows in the square, "Isn't it wonderful? Any slave who dares to resist will be suppressed by other slaves immediately; any slave who wants to escape , will be caught by other slaves as soon as possible; any slave who dares to steal anything will be reported by other slaves immediately. This is the perfect form of slavery."

"Grazdan Mo Eraz," Mazdahan suddenly called out Grazdan's full name, and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'Mo', "Even if you are decorated with golden tassels, you still have to change your name." It won’t take away the smell of horse manure from inferior nobles.”

Mazdahan's sudden humiliation instantly made the atmosphere in the main stand tense.

"We are masters, they are slaves, and the master's power is absolute!" Mazdahan didn't care at all about the anger in Grazdan's eyes, "And you actually want to say that this kind of system established by pleasing slaves is a slave. Perfect form of control, this is a downright cowardly statement!

The great Gith subjugate slaves with force and whipping, rather than pleasing them with favor! This is the experience gained by our great ancestors. "

After listening to Mazdahan's words, Grazdan actually forgot his original anger for a moment, because the other party's last words were poured on his head like a basin of cold water.

Originally, Grazdan had already thought up several arguments and was preparing to go back to persuade the other wise masters of Yunkai to follow the example of Astapor's fifth-level slavery, but Mazdahan woke him up after some words.

How is it possible to convince those noble ‘zords’ to accept such a system that benefits slaves?

Although I can explain to them that the core of this system is to transfer the conflicts between slaves and slave owners to the slaves themselves. This small favor is just a 'bait', but those noble 'Ghis conquerors' How could the person listen to it?

Thinking of this, Grazdan felt irritated, and he simply turned around and said no more.

When Mazdahan saw that Grazdan chose to remain silent, he naturally took this as a sign that the other party had surrendered. He nodded with satisfaction and then looked at Reg, the financial officer of New Gis.

"Sir Reg, why do you think that Western barbarian arranged the meeting place here?" Of course, Mazdahan did not dare to face this person whose blood was as noble as his own, but whose status was much higher than his own. He was just as arrogant towards Grazdan.

"Your Excellency Mazdahan," Reg smiled, "Count Darry's Valyrian is as fluent as his native language. I believe he will not like the term 'Western Barbarian'."

"Of course I wouldn't be stupid enough to say this in front of him," Mazdahan didn't take it seriously and complained instead, "It's obvious that he invited us to Astapor, but we are already here After waiting here for so long, that guy hasn't come yet, really..." Mazdahan swallowed his words as he spoke.

He originally wanted to say that he didn't take us seriously at all, but then he suddenly remembered that his mission was to help Ian convince the New Gith people to let Ian go to Lazarin to stop the Horse King from Slaver's Bay. It was definitely inappropriate to say such words to slander Ian in front of the New Gith messenger.

Suddenly, a dense and orderly sound of footsteps sounded at the end of the square.

The three messengers raised their heads at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.

Walking from the square in the direction of the stands were neat phalanxes. From their uniform postures, the three Gith messengers could confirm that they were well-trained Unsullied legions. Even if they were led by Shinji Compared with them, the Iron Legion composed of Sri Lankan citizens looked more like a ragtag group, let alone the slave armies of Meereen and Yunkai.

The soldiers in the middle row of the phalanx were armed with super-long guns that were more than five meters long. The barrels of the super-long guns near the head of the gun were replaced with iron, while the soldiers on both sides of the phalanx used long halberds. The first person in front of each phalanx The platoon soldiers all wore shiny silver-white half-plate armor.

Behind each phalanx will be a team of crossbowmen and a team of skirmishers with fighting spears and throwing spears, but these are as neatly arranged as the phalanx soldiers in front.

"The people of Westeros seem to have replaced the equipment of these Unsullied ones. These people look to be a level better than the Unsullied ones we bought in Astapor before. Where did they get them in such a short time? These things?" Mazdahan, who looked arrogant just now, was the first to sigh. At this moment, most of the original contempt in his heart had disappeared.

"It seems that Ian asked us here to show us his strength." Reg Zo Emde couldn't help but chuckled, "But these Unsullied are nothing new, no matter how well-equipped they are, It is impossible for ten thousand Unsullied to defeat 40,000 Roaring Warriors in a field battle. If he just wants to use this method to get New Gith to agree to his request, that would be too naive."

"Don't jump to conclusions so quickly," Yunkai envoy Grazdan warned in a low voice, "Look at the back." As he said that, he pointed to the entrance at the end of the square, where there were still densely packed people lined up.

"What do you want to say?" Reg looked at the end of the square, then looked at Grazdan again.

"Don't you think the number of the Unsullied is a bit too much?" Grazdan then said, "Look below, the number of soldiers standing in the square now exceeds 10,000."