Chapter 187: Riot in Meereen

Chapter 185 Riot in Meereen

The arena is a unique landscape in Slaver Bay, similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

Almost all slave city-states have such a building, which allows beasts and gladiators to fight each other, providing entertainment for nobles and ordinary people.

There are the most arenas in Meereen, and the largest and most luxurious arena in Meereen is the Daznak Arena.

All is silent, and there are many clouds floating in the night sky, drifting in the cold wind, slowly covering the pale moonlight.

The Gate of Destiny, the entrance to the Daznak Arena.

It is shaped like two tall bronze warrior statues standing opposite each other, symbolizing eternal life-and-death struggle.

At this time, many soldiers wearing exquisite chain mail are sitting there.

Suddenly, a complex sound of footsteps came into their ears, and these armored soldiers immediately jumped up.

They held their spears tightly in their hands, stared at the figure coming not far away, and shouted loudly:

"Stop, stranger!"

"Shut up, the great master is here!"

The man kept walking and scolded, and there was not much friendliness in his voice, and the meaning of his words made the guards even more afraid, and they all bowed their heads to show respect.

The rulers of Meereen all came from some large slave-owning families, and they were called great masters.

Before the armored soldiers could come up with something, they soon saw a man in a tokar robe appear in front of them. He looked like a typical Gis man. The man looked at them with sharp eyes, which made them relieved.

But the most frightening thing happened. Behind the man was a red sedan chair carried by slaves.

Seeing this red sedan chair, the armored soldiers lowered their heads even lower.

While regretting their bad attitude, they tried all the words they heard to compliment the person sitting in the red sedan chair to avoid being punished.

"Lord Daznak!"

"Master, my light!"

Meereen is a city closely related to colors. Even the city walls are not of a single color, but are made of multi-colored bricks.

Certain specific colors are also the representatives of a family, and are also symbols of wealth and power.

For example, the red color of the sedan chair in front of us is the favorite color of the Daznak family.

Then the person sitting in the sedan chair is naturally one of the rulers of Meereen, the great master of the Daznak family, and the owner of this arena.

Although the armored soldiers were very curious and puzzled, it was not the time for the arena to open for performances, so why did the great master come here.

But the visitor did not have any abnormality, whether it was his appearance, clothes, or demeanor.

The language he spoke was also High Valyrian mixed with ancient Ghis. In short, his accent was very standard.

They could not find any conditions to question and stop him, and they did not believe that the Dothraki barbarians had this wisdom.

Moreover, the Gate of Destiny is not a city gate, but just the gate of an arena, not to mention that the arena is the family property of the great Lord Daznak.

Therefore, the armored soldiers did not want to ask more, let alone ask more.

In this tense atmosphere, the visitor did not stay for long and walked into the arena with a swagger.

After the Gis man in a tokar robe stepped into the archway leading to the inside of the arena, he looked back and saw that he was far away from the armored soldiers. He waved to the slaves carrying the sedan chair behind him, and then whispered:

"Follow me!"

This sentence was in Dothraki, indicating the identity and purpose of the visitor.

And the eyes of the slaves carrying the sedan chair were no longer numb and confused.

They acted neatly and quickly put down the sedan chair, each of them took out a bundle of weapons from it, followed the spy who led the way, and quickly walked to the prison where the slaves were held in the arena.

"The shackle breaker, the slave liberator, the hope of slaves all over the world, the Dothraki Khal Mongo has ordered that all slaves in the city be given freedom!"

"The great Khal has ordered that all slave fighters who desire freedom and are willing to fight for the Dothraki will be given weapons!"

Accompanied by these whispers, prisons were opened one after another, and weapons were thrown into the prisons.

Some slaves were full of joy, some slaves had a trace of struggle in their eyes, some picked up weapons, and some pretended to ignore them.

Soon after, when the armored soldiers outside the Gate of Destiny in the Daznak Arena noticed something unusual, the black archway opened immediately, and a group of slaves holding sharp blades rushed out.

This scene not only appeared in the Daznak Arena, but it can be said that the entire Meereen city was in chaos.

Blood splattered and wailing was everywhere.

At the same time, outside the city of Meereen, rows of cavalry strode and appeared in the eastern wilderness.

A young Dothraki warrior rode a warhorse and blew a horn.

Then, countless torches lit up, as if lighting up the entire horizon.

The horses raised their heads, their nostrils flared, sniffing the flames of war in the distance, their manes flying in the wind, and under the control of the cavalry, they strode forward in unison.

"Enemy attack, the Dothraki are coming!"

Amid the roar of horse hooves, the soldiers on the walls of Meereen screamed in panic.

There had never been a moment like this, making them feel that even if they hid behind the thick and high walls, they did not feel safe at all.

Not only the ordinary soldiers, but also the great lords and generals were at a loss.

The great lords did not know whether to trust their generals and soldiers, whether it was safer to hide in the pyramid or escape from the city.

The generals didn't know where the main enemy was. Should they mobilize soldiers to suppress the rebellious slaves first, or should they concentrate their forces to defend the city walls?

Which choice would save their lives and safety?

In the Great Pyramid of Meereen, the Great Lord and the generals hurriedly gathered together, but fell into silence.

Finally, a Great Lord who sat on the throne, with a slender figure and red and black hair shaved into the shape of wings, spoke first.

"Everyone, please let the generals lead the soldiers first. All the soldiers need to gather together, otherwise they will be defeated one by one."

"Hizdahr is right!" said a pale man sitting on the steps of the high platform:

"The Dothraki have no siege weapons, and their horses cannot run to our city walls."

"Besides, we just learned that the Dothraki appeared in the east. These dirty slaves chose this time to riot. The two must be related. There must be a conspiracy."

"Generals, gather your soldiers and kill all the slaves who are rioting in the city first!"

After listening to the words of the two men, everyone gradually calmed down.

The great lord named Hizdahr smiled again at the generals who were about to leave the hall:

"Hurry up, those dirty maggots, let them breathe the free air again, I feel sick and can't breathe!"