The walls were wide, and countless rolling stones were being pulled up by horse-drawn carts and ox-carts, and barrels of black oil were rolling up the slopes.

On the broad city walls, the governors gathered together, each looking at the Dothraki cavalry under the wall, and when the cavalry raised their scimitars and shouted loudly, the governors were terrified and turned pale.

The war with Braavos was a peace agreement concluded after a difficult victory, Braavos, the reign of the Sea King and a powerful fleet of warships, was an island kingdom that had not built any protective walls, or rather the proud Braavos disdained to build walls, believing that their warships were the strongest walls.

As long as Pantos wanted to trade at sea, he had to make peace with Braavos, otherwise all merchant ships would be attacked by Braavosian warships. The bitter fruits of the peace agreement are also showing day by day, and Pantos, who has lost its powerful army, is no more than a huge paper tiger no matter how wide and thick the walls are.

But the benefits were also obvious: after the peace, maritime commerce flourished, and the cities grew more populous and the people became richer. The governors' fortunes multiplied rapidly, and their businesses grew bigger and bigger.

Of the many Kao (tribal leaders) in the Dothrak Sea (steppe) to the east, Drogo Kao is the most powerful. After concluding a peace agreement with Braavos, Pantos encircled the nomads in the east as a gesture of goodwill. But it is clear that as Drogo Kao continues to win battles, so does his warriors, and the nomads who do not produce are all they have to live by fighting, burning, looting, and plundering in order to survive.

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Illyrio walked across the drawbridge with three squires, and the drawbridge quickly rose.

A very tall and majestic man raised his hand, and the rows of scimitars behind him were lowered like waves, as if the tide was receding.

The sword shined, and wave after wave of tide swept into the distance.

There is no doubt that this man is the leader of this army: Kao - Drogo Kao.

Drogo Kao's skin was like bronze, he didn't wear a single piece of armor, a simple yellow linen tied around his waist, his chest was barebacked, his short knife was on his leggings, and his scimitar was at his waist, and his features were full of wild charm, impeccable to perfection. Black eyes and black hair, black hair very long, hung from the back of the head to the back of the horse in front of him, and was tied with bells of various sizes of gold, silver, copper, black and iron.

Every bell is an honorary reward for the opponent's life. The longer the hair, the more victories are represented.

The defeated Dothraki would cut off their hair to make a clear will. And Drogo Kao's long hair means that he has never been defeated.

His black beard was also very long, tied into tiny braids, unlike the Doge who had been killed by Jaime Lannister, whose beard was dyed gold, and the braid of his beard was tied with jeweled bells, and this drogo's braid and beard were also tied with all kinds of small bells of various colors, but there were almost no bells carved and polished from precious jewels.

Drogo Kao sat on his horse, a size taller and taller than the burly men beside him, and Dick Viywater looked at him and thought he was a natural hero.

Illyrio dismounted, and Jorah Mormont and Dick Viysin dismounted, but the Unsullied soldier did not, and immediately hung his shield and spear in his hand, and remained indifferent to his horse.

Drogo Kao moved slightly, and the bells on his long hair and beard rang in unison.

With such long hair and a large number of bells, Dick Viywater wondered if it was a hindrance in battle. Unless, before the battle, tie your long hair around your waist and tie it into your trousers. Seeing Drogo without a piece of armor, shirtless, and full of tangled muscles, it was like a perfect body sculpture.

However, human flesh and blood cannot withstand the attack of swords, spears and arrows, and no matter how agile they are, a small poison-feeding iron weapon, blade or blow arrow can easily cut through the skin and kill Drogo Kao.

Behind Drogo Kao, all the men were shirtless, with longbows and scimitars and whips hanging from their horses as their weapons. As far as the eye can see, not a single person in the entire cavalry team is wearing armor.

Moreover, there was no shield in sight.

Dick Viywater almost didn't believe his eyes.

Such an armed backward nation?

It's primitive!

They look very powerful on the surface, but if there is a rain of arrows, indiscriminate shooting, such as the well-trained longbowmen in the infantry phalanx in the west, thousands of arrows falling from the sky, covering fire, several waves in a row, these people will fall one after another, including their horses, are all targets.

War horses without iron armor, cavalry without armor protection, flesh and blood without shields...... It's all on target......

Dick Weishui's previous nervousness was as tense as a bowstring, and his body and mind slowly relaxed!

The overwhelming pressure of tens of thousands of people gradually began to get used to it, and his hand gently left the luxurious hilt.

Governor Illyrio was conversing with Drogo Kao, and Dick Vishui barely understood their conversation, which was not an advanced Valyrian language, but occasionally had a few familiar syllables.

Drogo Kao rarely spoke, mostly Illyrio speaking quickly, listening to Dick Viywater's ears, the syllables were unique and unfamiliar, but there was a pleasant and vivid rhythm. Dick Vishui judged that the governor of Illyrio spoke mostly the tribal language of Dothraki.

Drogo Kao is often nodding or shaking his head, or simply responding to a few monosyllabic words. Dick Viywater no longer listened to their conversation, and even if he guessed, he knew that it was just a pact between the two tyrants to share the spoils.

It would not be wise to sack the city of Pantos, which was prosperous in trade and wealthy, and it was the most cost-effective conquest to let the city continue to produce and provide wealth: month after month, year after year.

Maybe Kao didn't have a business mind, but Illyrio's shrewd mind was enough to pry open his scimitar mind and make him understand which was more cost-effective to kill a chicken to eat or raise a chicken to lay eggs.

After a while, Illyrio jumped on his horse, and a rare smile appeared on Drogo Kao's tense face, and he spoke a long list of languages to the guards around him, and the men around him raised their scimitars together and shouted: Yo ho ho

"Dick Viywater. Illyrio said with a smile.

"Yes, sir. ”

"They were told to lower the drawbridge, open the city gates, the negotiations went well, and Drogo Kao accepted our peace agreement. ”

"Yes, sir. Dick Viysan suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, his father Tywin Lannister, who had led his troops under the city, and then the scholar Paisher persuaded the mad king Aerys Targaryen to lower the drawbridge and open the gates......

"Ladies and gentlemen, the negotiations have been successfully reached, so quickly lower the drawbridge, open the gates, and greet Drogo Kao!" shouted Dick Vishui to the city walls.

His voice was surprisingly loud enough for the governors on the city walls and the people within a two-mile radius to hear his shout......

It was only at this moment that Drogo Kao formally glanced at the loud-voiced squire in bronze armor and wearing a spiked helmet, and his glance was like the cold edge of a knife, causing Dick Viy's back to stiffen slightly......

The drawbridge clicked down, the winch of the gate rumbled, and Dick Viywater tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword again, and the next moment it was bound to be a hymn of iron and blood......

The flip side of conspiracy betrayal is the glory of success and the reward of power......