Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"Damn it," after hearing Grazdan's words, Reg suddenly realized, "The first ones to enter are just their newly recruited slave soldiers?" He looked at the phalanx that was entering the arena at this moment.

The equipment of these people is obviously a notch better than those of the 'Unsullied' just now. The first three rows of their phalanx all wear silver half-length breastplates, and the breastplates are painted with a three-headed dragon on a black background and a red dragon. Heraldry. Even the soldiers standing in the back row who were not equipped with half-plate armor were put on Slaver's Bay-style armor of varying weights.

"This is the eunuch army of Astapor!" Reg said in disbelief, and then looked again at the slave soldiers who were already standing in the Punishment Square below, and they seemed to be no less elite than the Unsullied. Even if Just looks.

"How did they do it?" Reg couldn't understand. "I asked before that the longest training time for these armies is only more than two months."

"This little time is not enough to tame those damn slaves," Meereen messenger Mazdahan agreed. "Although whipping can make slaves afraid to resist, how can those idiots do it?" He looked at the people in the field. The slave, who held his head high and his chest high, was at a loss for words to describe.

"They look like proud citizens of New Ghis. They don't have the decadent aura of slave soldiers at all. So when I first saw them, I thought they were Unsullied."

This is what fifth degree slavery does! Yunkai envoy Grazdan shouted in his heart that these slaves were recruited voluntarily. As long as they can pass all the training subjects in the first period, they can be directly promoted to third-class slaves. After that, there will be a series of slaves in this army. A means of promotion through combat merit! Their enthusiasm is greater than any army you have ever seen!

But this time, Grazdan did not say these words.

What can you say to these high-ranking nobles who live in the glory of the past?

Summer insects cannot speak of ice.

The Dothraki cavalry came next. They only had 500 people, but the shock that this team brought to the three envoys was greater than all the armies just now combined.

They did not huddle together or disperse randomly like normal centaurs, but lined up neatly to enter the scene. Although the pace of their horses is far less consistent than that of the infantry, they are basically even.

Putting aside the fact that these centaur cavalry actually wore armor that would be worn by cowards for the first time, the fact that the Dothraki marched in such a disciplined manner was something they had never seen before.

Grazdan Mo Eraz has been to many places as Yunkai's envoy and has seen many elite cavalry, but even the one he saw in Volantis, known as the 'Horse Unsullied' The 'White Tiger Army' has never shown such discipline.

The 'White Tiger Robe Army' belonging to the leader of the Volantis Tiger Party is also a slave cavalry composed of centaurs, but what is different from the cavalry in front of you is that the cavalry is selected from centaur slaves under the age of 5. After being trained for more than ten years, their elimination rate is much higher than that of the Unsullied.

According to Volantis, every slave warrior with a white tiger stripe on his face is worth a fortune.

"How many soldiers are standing in this square now?" Reg didn't ask until the cavalry had completely passed under the high platform and came to stand in the square.

"Twenty-two thousand infantry, if they have the same number in each square, and five hundred cavalry," Mazdahan said after counting for a while, and then he lost no time in adding, "A new Gith Iron Legion has three Thousands of people, if you lend him two armies, plus some mercenary regiments, we will be outnumbered."

"Stop kidding, how can infantry directly compete with cavalry in numbers in a field battle? Although I don't understand military matters, I know that after the fall of the Gith Empire, we Gith were at war with even the smallest Dothraki Kassar. He has never won a field battle." Reg sneered.

"From what you say, it seems that New Ghis is not considering participating in the war at all? So why are you here this time?" Grazdan asked, "Now that the Westeros people are not here, maybe we can get to know each other first. This is an issue where I think we Gith should unite."

That’s right, talk more while I’m away! Ian Crow agreed, pecking at the corn in the stands.

"Grazdan, have you started telling jokes too? We all know that the interests of the three cities on this issue are not consistent." Reg mocked without concealment.

"The people who really need to worry now are not you and me," Reg continued, and then looked at Meereen's messenger Mazdahan, "How about you express Meereen's attitude first?"

"There is nothing to hide about Meereen's attitude." Mazdahan is not as slick as the other two colleagues. His strong family background and idle status determine his outspoken character. "We cannot let Drogo, the horse king, enter." Slaver's Bay, that's the bottom line of Meereen."

"This is the intention of Earl Darry to show us his force." Grazdan said with a smile.

"What do you mean?" Mazdahan was a little confused. Although he looked down on Grazdan, a lesser noble, he still asked.

"He is not telling us that he can defeat the Dothraki horse king, but he is telling us that if he chooses to stick to Astapor, no one can take the city in a short time." Grazdan explained.

"Oh!" Reg suddenly realized.

"No. What the hell?" Mazdahan was even more confused.

"Earl Darry has guessed the bottom line of Meereen from the beginning." Reg also couldn't stand Grazdan's riddle behavior, so he simply explained first, "The Skarhazaban River Basin in the north of Slaver's Bay is all The land of Meereen, you cannot accept a Khalsar of 100,000 people entering Slaver's Bay.

The humiliated Horselord will definitely come, so Meereen has only two choices, either help the Dothraki capture Astapor, and pray that Drogo will leave after taking back his wife. Or he could only stand by his side, Ian Darry, and regard him as his only savior. "

"And..." Reg pointed to the army in the square, "Ian is telling us now that even if our three cities plus Drogo's army can't even imagine taking Astapor within one or two years. Let me ask, What impact will a 100,000-person Casa stay in Slaver's Bay for one year? What if it's two years?" He patted Mazdahan on the shoulder, "You Meereen has already been eaten by him."

Mazdahan's face suddenly turned ugly. Although the order he received before setting off was to facilitate Ian's expedition to Lazarin, the embarrassing situation in Meereen was exposed directly, which still made him feel humiliated. .

"What about you?" Reg said and looked at Grazdan again, "Ian had already forced Meereen to have no choice before the negotiation. What about you Yunkai? What methods did he use to coerce you? "

Grazdan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and the scene when he and Ian were drinking a few days ago appeared in his mind.

He suddenly had a strange guess. Could it be possible that what Ian told himself when he was drunk that day was a trap?

Just when Grazdan wanted to find further evidence for this speculation, two Westeros knights suddenly came to the stands.

"Three gentlemen." Knight Duncan saluted first.

"Why are you? Where is Earl Ian Darry? Why hasn't he come yet?" Reg asked strangely.

"Lord Darry will not be coming. Queen Daenerys asked me to inform you that the meeting has been cancelled. If you want to stay in Astapor as a guest, we will fulfill our obligation to entertain you. If you don't want to stay, then Then we can return." Duncan announced to the three envoys.

Cnmd is kidding us, right? The three envoys burst out with words of praise in their hearts.