Chapter 31 Volantis
Volantis, she is the earliest colony established by the Valyrian Empire, and it is also the free trade city-state closest to the imperial capital Valyria.
That is why she is called "Valeria's eldest daughter".
The Volantis people have always been proud of being the descendants of the Valyrian Empire, and they still retain many Valyrian traditions.
That is why Volantis proclaimed himself the heir of the empire and the orthodox ruler of the world.
But this is not unworthy of the name.
Volantis is located in the delta area on the four estuaries of the Rhoyne River. The west side covers the Orange Coast and extends all the way to the disputed land. The north reaches the southern end of the Golden Fields, which are all Volantis' sphere of influence.
The land around the lower reaches of the mother river Rhoyne is fertile, and the towns and cities built on both sides are all under the rule of Volantis.
And she is not only in an ideal location at the mouth of the Rhoyne River, but also located next to a unique and deep natural harbor.
The Volantis people often boast that even if the hundreds of islands of Braavos are placed in the harbor of Volantis, they will be swallowed up.
The port is located in the south of Essos. When the winter comes to Westeros, it is still in the midsummer.
The seaport is also home to countless ships from all over the world, such as Westeros and Braavos going to the Jade Sea for trade, swan ships full of silk and spices, and large sailing ships for large-scale slave trade in Slave Bay.
The city-state's agricultural products, sweet red wine, are also very famous. The development of the planting industry can ensure sufficient supply to the world. The handicrafts are exquisite and precious glass is also produced.
Therefore, Volantis has the most prosperous port in the world.
Volantis is the oldest free trade city-state in history. At first, it was just a military outpost on the frontier of the Valyrian Empire. The empire used it to meet envoys sent by the cities upstream of the Rhoyne River, or for the Dragon King family to land and rest and drink tea.
As time went on, the city began to expand rapidly.
In early history, Volantis benefited from the trade between the Valyrian Empire and the Rhoyna and became prosperous and powerful.
Eventually, the ancient city of Sahoy, which originally dominated commerce and the Rhoyna people, suffered heavy losses.
War ensued, and the final result was the complete destruction of the Rhoynar cities on the upper reaches of the Rhoynar.
In order to escape the invasion of the Valyrian Empire, the warrior queen of the Rhoynar, Nymeria, led the Rhoynar people to cross the river to Dorne on the continent of Westeros.
Thus, Volantis became one of the greatest cities in the world.
After the Doomsday, the Valyrian Empire collapsed and Volantis became independent.
In the early years of the Bleeding Age, Volantis still had the upper hand in the war of conquest. Their fleet conquered Lys, the army captured Myr, and their power expanded to the disputed land, the upper reaches of the Rhoynar.
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At the same time, Braavos intervened and lent a fleet to the Lys exiles, and Aegon the Conqueror joined the battle on his dragon Balerion the Black Death.
The Dothraki also provided unexpected assistance, appearing from the east to attack and destroy the towns of Volantis in the lower reaches of the Rhoyne River.
The sun set in the west, and the sunset glow dyed the The clouds moved with the wind, and the light falling on the river swayed with the waves.
Under the dusk, the red-robed monk Machiro led the guards of the Holy Fire Hand, but did not ride directly to Volantis.
Instead, they traveled day and night to the town of Seheru first, where they planned to take a boat down the river from the dock.
A small team of Volantis spearmen guards were stationed on the city wall. Under the light of the torches, their diamond claws protruding from the hand guards flickered, and the tiger stripes on their cheeks were clearly visible.
The slave soldiers were all tiger-robed soldiers who believed in the Lord of Light R'hllor. The red-robed monk easily saw the shops, stalls and warehouses hidden behind the sandstone walls.
Unlike outside the city wall, The sheepskin colored lanterns, the lanterns in the city are made of colored glass, luxurious and colorful, neon flashing.
Maqiluo did not delay here, and rode to the main square of Saihelu without stopping.
The business in the prosperous city did not seem to be affected by the atmosphere of war.
The upper class still sat leisurely in the sedan chair and wandered around, the ordinary people rode on the dwarf elephants and were busy with their lives, and the slaves with fly tattoos were working hard to clean the feces on the street.
The flame tattoo on the face of the red-robed monk was clear and conspicuous, and he had a smooth journey.
In front of the square, there was a stone inn with a huge turtle hanging on the door. The neon lights were bright, and the woman with a tear tattoo was Standing at the door, trying hard to attract customers.
Passing the gorgeous headless statue of Horono in the center of the square, we came to the red stone Temple of R'hllor.
The culture of the town of Sehoru has a strong Volantis style, and is also full of obvious Volantis historical colors.
Horono, symbolized by the headless statue, was the Tiger Party Volantis Archon during the Bloody Century, a war hero, and was re-elected as Archon for more than forty times until he got tired of elections and decided to establish himself as Archon for Life.
The Volantis quickly overthrew him and sentenced him to death without mercy. Horono was tied between several elephants and torn to pieces alive.
Flames burned in the Temple of R'hllor.
Under the clear guidance of the slaves, Maqiro immediately met the red-robed monks sent by the Supreme Priest to guard the town of Sehor.
"Rumors about Qohor are widely circulated among the people of Sehor. I also heard rumors from the market that the Dothraki will continue to slaughter Volantis. Are these true?"
Faced with the aggressive questioning of the red-robed monks in Sehor, Maqiro showed no concern, but kept a calm attitude to answer.
"I just followed the Dothraki from Qohor. Sehor is not worth mentioning. Mungo Khal has no interest in them. Now I need you to prepare a ship for us immediately. I want to rush to Volantis to meet the Supreme Priest."
Hearing these words, the anxious mood of the priest of the Temple of R'hllor gradually calmed down.
He immediately sent people to pass the Volantis slave guards with tiger stripes through the river gate and arranged a ship heading south for Maqiro and others at the dock.
The atmosphere of war enveloped the docks, and warships filled with slave soldiers kept passing by on the way to protect the waterway.
The Archons of Volantis seemed to believe that the Dothraki were approaching the town of Seheru with a covetous eye, and they kept sending warships to transport soldiers northward.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, the red-robed monk Maqoro and the Hand of the Holy Fire were not shy, as if they were in an unmanned place, and successfully boarded the warship that transported the soldiers and returned to Volantis southward.
In the middle of the night, the air was filled with a sultry humidity, and the warships swayed gently with the breeze and mist that were randomly turning.
The crescent moon in the black sky was hidden in the misty clouds, and it was hazy with a strange halo, like an eye peeping at the world.
At this time, suddenly there were bursts of rapid noise not far away.
People were shouting, the oars were shaking, and the noises were one after another, long and shrill.
The warships carrying soldiers heading north urgently turned around, and the wide waterway was crowded with people.
The red-robed monk Moqorro, who had been up all night and on the road, heard vaguely from the shouts of the captain and the sailors.
The Dothraki have already headed south to Volantis.
Overtime is over, and I will resume updating twice a day. I will take a day off tomorrow to accumulate some manuscripts, and will update twice a day from now on.