"About a thousand years ago, the ancient Leuinian city-state and the Freedom Fortress of Valyria started a war. It took about two hundred and fifty years from the first conflict to the complete defeat."

Gunther, holding a book, said to Viselis as he walked.

Actually speaking, the bachelor is a servant serving Westeros. The young bachelor is sent by the city because of Longshidao. If Longshidao changes ownership, he will serve the next lord.

However, accidents happen in everything.

The bachelors who left the fief with the nobles are not absent in history, and there are even many. For example, the bachelors of Wind's Rest followed Stannis.

This is actually determined by the bachelors themselves. They are the bachelors of Xuecheng in name but they have actually become the vassals of the nobles. Sometimes the bachelors are not connected with politics but an ideal state.

To the east of the Upper Lorne, this small town named Valor has just been conquered by the Andalus army.

"It reached its zenith in the Second Spice War. The Prince Gaelin of the Lojna led a stubborn resistance of 250,000 Lojna, and once repelled the invaders of Valyria. Among them were two dragons. Falling, a dragon king ran for his life in a hurry."

"However, there are more powerful dragons flying from Freedom Citadel. They are different from the three dragons that have been defeated. They..."

Bachelor's words paused slightly at this point, looking at the record in the book, he was silent for a while and then continued.

"They are several times the size of the previous dragons, and there are a total of three hundred dragons, and Prince Gaelin's army of 250,000 Loinans flies into ashes."

"Prince Gaelin was locked in a golden cage and hung from the wall to witness the destruction of his city and the captivity of his people as slaves."

"But there are legends behind, Your Majesty, these stories can be heard or not."

The bachelor glanced at the record behind and then spoke. As the two walked and talked, Veserys nodded slightly.

Then the bachelor continued.

"It is said that Prince Gaelin cried blood and cursed the Valyrians before he died, calling the Mother River to avenge her people. That night, the Lorne River suddenly soared. Its power is rare in the history, and a thick mist of evil has always enveloped Chajoun. , Countless restless Valyrian invaders were cursed by Gaelin...that is, gray scale disease, and died there."

"And this story says that Prince Gaelin finally climbed up from the underwater tomb and ruled this sad collar forever in the name of the King of the Shroud."

This period of history is very long, covering the splendor to the destruction of the Loina city-state a thousand years ago. Viselis will understand the following story, and Oberon also knows it.

His ancestors had the blood of the ancient Lojna. The legendary female warrior Namelia of the Lojna led the Gulaina across the narrow sea to Dorn and married Oberon's ancestors. Morse Martel.

Although the ancient city-states have long been wiped out, there are still many villages and towns of the Loyna on both sides of the Lorne River, which is the mother river for the Loyna people.

This time Viselis sent troops to bring these villages and towns under his command. Now, after a series of early conquests, the Loyna people near the Upper Lorne River, the source of the Mother River, have organized a rebellion, and are here by Viselis. The army was defeated in one fell swoop.

"Your Majesty, you, as the king of the Andals, Roinas, and ancestors, never depend on one race."

"Actually, you should have made such a decision long ago..."

The bachelor said, he actually agrees with Visiris's idea not to cling to the Iron Throne and fall into the curse, but to develop himself in the huge potential Essos continent.

If Veselis insists on participating in the rebellion in the Iron Islands, it is very likely that not only will he gain nothing, but he may also lose his troops and slow down his own development.

"Well, it makes sense."

Veserys nodded.

Two people stepped on the muddy ground. The traces of the fight last night have not been completely cleaned up. The dilapidated and charred houses can still be seen in the town, and there are still blood stains on the walls.

Then the two people came to the gate of a fairly intact courtyard, which was the temporary residence of Visiris.

The conditions of the Andals on the Andas Plain are similar to those of the Loynah on both sides of the Upper Lorne River. Now both races have lost their former glory.

This large triangular area sandwiched between the three city-states of Novus, Braavos and Pantos is actually a blank of power.

The free-trade city-state system determines that it does not have the strong territorial desires of the imperial system. Veserys seized this opportunity to gradually develop itself in this area with little power.

"So... what should I do next?"

Veserys and Bachelor stopped and talked outside the courtyard door.

The surrounding crowds were mostly captured captives. One of the captured Loyna slaves seemed to have heard the conversation between Viserys and the bachelor. He raised his head slightly, his eyes flashed, but not I know if he can understand Westeros' lingua franca.

Although the lingua franca was brought to Westeros by the Andals and Roinas, it has changed a long time after such a long period of evolution, and it even sounds like two different languages.

"Go to death!"

Then, when the slave was passing by Viselis, he suddenly rushed over ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and let out a hoarse roar, trying to strangle Viselis' neck with the chains that bound his hands.

"what?"

was caught off guard by the attack, but his sudden movement was swept away from the corner of the little king's eyes, and then he hurriedly avoided.

Snapped--

Veserys reacted in a timely manner, avoiding the slave's attack, and at the same time squeezing the opponent's wrist tightly with one hand.

And his other hand drew the dagger from the waist of the guard next to him, and placed it directly on the neck of the slave of the Roy Taker, and then cut the opponent's throat with a light stroke.

The blood spurted out, and Roy took the man's slave with an unbelievable face, covered his throat with his chained hands, and then the corpse fell to the ground.

He originally wanted to hold Visiris and run away, but he didn't expect the other party to react so quickly.

"Your Majesty!"

And the guards around Veselis didn't even react. When the slave was dead, the guards' faces were shocked and angry.

The other Loyna slaves who passed by fell to their knees in horror. They were not his accomplices, and they were very afraid that the little king would be inflicted on them.

The Bachelor witnessed this scene all the way, watching Viserys take a deep breath, and then took a handkerchief from the guard and wiped the blood off his hands.

"Your Majesty is all right."

"I'm fine."

Veserys shook his head slightly, then glanced at the fallen corpse, and there was a cloud of darkness in his eyes.

He has suffered too many assassinations of this level, and he has even begun to become numb.