"King of Light, protect us, for the night is long and full of danger!" Benello's voice was a typical tenor. It was so loud that it pierced through the sky, piercing through the layers of space, and entered the ears of everyone in the square.
"Seven Gods above, what a peerless voice of a famous general!" Barristan murmured.
Danny's mouth twitched. The status of the supreme priest was much higher than that of a famous general.
Benello should be a slave of the Kiles clan. He was tall and thin, with prominent facial features and white skin. He looked like a typical milk man.
His cheeks, chin, lips, and bald head were full of red flame tattoos, as if his face was covered with a layer of bright red mask. Only a pair of blue eyes could be seen.
It looked a little scary.
"We mortals live and die alone, at a loss, hesitating in the valley. Fortunately, we have comrades, gathering together. Fortunately, we have God, who overshadows us." Benello continued to recite the prayer, and the slaves below followed him. They looked focused and pious.
Danny was surprised to find that the black wall behind the square was also densely packed with people. Ninety percent of them were the Tiger Cloak Army holding tiger helmets.
"It seems that the rumors are not exaggerated. Half of the Tiger Cloak Army believes in the Red God Lahlo."
The noon prayer was not long, about two to three hundred words. But after reciting the prayer, Benello did not leave. Instead, he raised his right arm and pointed at the sun in the sky with his index finger.
"The night is long and full of danger!" he suddenly shouted. At the same time, he clenched his fist and opened his arms. His movement was a little big, and Danny was worried that he would fall down from the narrow stone pillar.
When the supreme priest's voice reached the highest pitch, there was a hissing sound, and a tongue of flame shot out from his fingers.
"Ah!" Not only were the people below shocked, but even Danny exclaimed.
There was a strong wave of magic, which meant that Benello was using fire magic and not a prop.
Under the clear sky, the tongue of flame that shot out from his fingers was dark red like blood. It was so bright that it almost turned into a solid substance and dripped to the ground.
Then, Benello moved his right hand, and the flame left a line of Valleglia words in the sky. Only a single letter was as big as a bed.
— — Darkness is coming. The foolish actions of the ignorant will bring about blood, fire, and destruction. Only the Savior can save the world.
"Ahhhh …" The crowd let out a deafening roar. The women covered their faces and cried, while the men waved their fists in the air. Their faces were full of indignation, and they let out cries of unknown meaning.
Danny suddenly had an epiphany and said with a strange expression, "Are you talking about me?"
Sure enough, the next moment, Benello shouted, "After the Long Summer, the stars weep blood, and Yasore Ahai shall be reborn in the Land of Smoke and Salt. He is the savior, Danny Liz Targaryen.
Her rise had fulfilled the ancient prophecies. She was born in the Land of Smoke and Salt, and she was, and would, reshape this world.
She is the reincarnation of Yasuor Ahai. She will defeat the darkness and bring about a never-ending summer to the world. Even the god of death will submit to her. Those who shed blood for her cause will be reborn … "
Brother, thank you very much for your support, but … you're wrong. The reincarnation of Yasore Yahai is Jon Snow, my nephew.
Danny did not know what to say.
All this time, she had been wary of Lahlo, not the King of Light.
Although the teachings of the Red God were overbearing and tyrannical, they generally urged people to be good. They were not evil cults or cults.
However, Lahlo the Shadow was different. He accepted blood sacrifices without any bottom line, and devoured people's souls and blood. Many blood witchcraft originated from the demon god Lahlo himself.
There was no doubt that Lahlo controlled the domain of death. Danny had also always thought that he was the god of death. After all, several Westeros had been resurrected by him, including the main character, Jon Snow.
The problem was that Benello claimed that the god of death would also submit to the Mother Of Dragons.
Obviously, the god of death he spoke of was not his master Lahlo. It was most likely the god of darkness, coldness, and death, the Night King. (Actually, the Night King was only a subordinate of the god of death. Danny had misunderstood.)
There was only one domain of death, so who was the real god of death?
Why did Lahlo care so much about Long Night?
Since more than five thousand years ago, he had been spreading the prophecy in the ancient book of Asha through the mouth of the red-robed priests. Yasuor Ahai would be reborn to fight against the Other Ghosts that had reappeared in the world.
Danny's heart was in a mess.
Benello, the "water supply," was still waving flags and shouting for her. "Danny, Rize is in danger. The Eye of Darkness has targeted her, and the servants of Long Night are plotting to overthrow her."
Speaking of this, he pointed to the black wall behind the temple and the fully-armed Tiger Robe Army guards on the black wall who were looking down. He said loudly, "The King of Light created the sun and the stars, and engaged in an eternal battle with the darkness.
But Nessus and Malachor betrayed the light, and their minds were corrupted by the yellow harpies of the east. They planned the most despicable alliance with the foreigners who did not believe in gods.
I hereby call on everyone to unite and participate in this battle of justice, to fight for the light. The child of prophecy will ride the demonic dragon, hold the fire sword that will cleanse the world, and lead us on the path of glory. "
Brother, you are so righteous. Aren't you afraid of being censored?
Danny was touched and worried.
Although the "water supply" was good, he had to live until the moment when he transformed into a "guide!"
I haven't even called, and you are already promoting for me. Aren't you a little too eager?
At the same time, she was puzzled. What were the Volantis people doing?
How could they allow a monk to confuse them in public … Ahem, I meant to explain the truth?
It could be guessed that Benello had been explaining the truth for a long time, but he was not eliminated by "404."
"My Lady, this is not a good sign." Barristan was worried. "The Red God monks can publicly oppose the nobles of the Black Wall for you today. Tomorrow, they will shake the rule of your descendants for others or their Red God."
Old Knight, you are thinking too far ahead. You are even worried about my descendants.
But his words were not without reason.
Sigh, this is so difficult!
Danny frowned and sighed. "Let's take one step at a time. The power of the Red God Temple is there. It is not something that can be decided by our attitude. It is better to be my ally than to be my enemy."
The entire noon prayer process was less than half an hour. Benello seemed to be helping the Dragon Queen to shout the slogan as a routine. He did not really lead the slaves to revolt.
As he walked down the stone pillar, the flame words in the sky quickly disappeared. Danny climbed back on the horse and left the square with the slaves.
The slaves returned to their posts and continued to work numbly. Danny and Barristan walked around the Black Wall and continued to tour the foreign scenery.
Well, she did not forget the purpose of this trip: to observe and locate the Gith Diplomatic Group's base.
The closer they were to the Black Wall, the more spacious and clean the streets were. It was similar to the black stone road of Valleglia Avenue. There were palm trees and cedars planted on the side of the road. There were tall glass domes, white marble squares, fountains with beautiful statues …
Without a doubt, this was a rich district. There were far more people canvassing here than in the West District.
It was not only Maracho of the Tiger Party, Narcissus of the Elephant Party, Dofas who was not favored for re-election because he did not publicly express his hostility to the Mother Of Dragons. Candidates such as Elyos, Palaciro, Belisio and so on were either going to the field themselves or were led by their children.
Danny saw a tall silver-haired middle-aged man with a bandage on his right arm hanging under his neck. He was still speaking loudly on the platform in the square.
There was a banner above the middle-aged man's head: If you oppose the Evil Mother Of Dragons, if you support the Alliance Army, please support the Alliance Army Standing Committee Maracho!
In addition to public speeches, some people organized mime shows. Some people sent poets to sing and recite poems along the streets. Some people led song and dance troupes to hold parties in the noble's courtyard. Some people found acrobats to perform in the public area.
There were also exciting duels. Assassins in yellow silk clothes, holding the Water Dancer's sword, fought endlessly in the square for their respective supporters.
Danny could accept the above normal election methods. However, those candidates were like Maracho. At the same time, they arranged bed slaves on the street to canvass for votes.
Some people sent prostitutes and even promised that they must be virgins. Some people carried delicate boys with delicate skin on their elephant carts, claiming that they all mastered the Seven Cries of Spring, which could be enjoyed by both men and women. Some people provided tall and strong gladiators for the voters …
There were also people who took a small notebook and went to each house to ask, "Do you need customization? Black people, white people, zebra people, centaurs, long-haired Ibans, Andarran knights, red-haired Northern Barbarians, giants … If no one can satisfy you, wild animals and livestock will do too. Other than the Megalosaurus, we can send you anything. "
They were not whispering. Many of the blankets on the elephants were written clearly on them.
"This is crazy. Is this the fair, democratic and free election that the people of Volantis are so proud of?"
Danny and Barristan were shocked by this scene that broke the bottom line of their knowledge.
They already knew that Volantis was holding an annual consul election. They even asked around in the Merchant's House last night.
At that time, two merchants were discussing this matter. One was a middle-aged wine merchant from Volantis, and the other was an old sea merchant who sold golden wine from Qingting Island.
The people of Volantis proudly said to the Westeros, "We of Volantis have an excellent political system inherited from ancient Valleglia. It is fair, just, free, equal and democratic. Of course, slaves are not people. The poor free people can't pay much tax and don't contribute much to the city. They are not complete people."
"Without a doubt, we are more civilized and more intelligent than you Westeros. Don't be in a hurry to deny it. The three consul checks and balances each other. Even if a lunatic wins the election, he will be restrained by his colleagues.
When the one-year term is up, the people will immediately ask him to leave. Well, unless the quality of the female slaves he prepared for the election is extraordinary.
Think about it, if that woman's father, Mad King Eris, had two kings who shared power with him, the series of bloodshed that followed would not have happened.
That woman can also be a good little princess, and we won't have to suffer with her! "
The old sea merchant blushed and could not say anything to refute.
In the trading city of Ursos, the Westeros in the Land of the Setting Sun were known as barbarians.
The "inferior" races that could not survive in Ursos, such as the Ancients, the Andals, and the Loynars, could only flee to Westeros on the other side of the narrow sea. Some of them even transformed from refugees to noble conquerors.
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