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Meng Ge stared calmly at the dark man in front of him. Even when faced with a sharp scimitar, the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo showed no fear and always maintained a calm attitude.
"Servant of the Lord of Light, has your god shown you a vision of the future?"
There was a sense of detachment in Ma Qiluo's whole person. There was no emotion at all on his face or in his pupils:
"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere. The Lord of Light gives the world dawn."
Meng Ge waved his hand and sneered indifferently:
"Maybe I don't have the ability to resurrect the dead as in the legend, but as long as a person appears in front of me, I can announce his death time at any time, and even his god cannot save him."
Magiro did not panic, and finished the prayer without any expression on his face:
"Now the believers of the Black Goat are entrenched in the fortress, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. The Holy Fire Hand of the King of Light has led the believers to sneak into the enemy. They can open the city gate while the defense is empty and cooperate with your army inside and outside."
The Hands of the Holy Fire are the guardians of the Temple of R'hllor. They were bought and trained as warriors by the temple since they were young. They are called the Holy Warriors of the Lord of Light. They always maintain a strength of a thousand people, and only one person will be replenished after one person dies.
Meng Ge did not speak, but relaxed his right hand holding the handle of the knife, and rubbed the riding crop with his left hand.
During these times, whether it was a continuous siege or a battle method of forcing the city wall, it almost did not meet his psychological expectations.
If he is not careful, he will give the enemy time to counterattack. By then, no one knows how many Dothraki will die in the battle, and maybe his braid will be tied to the spear of the Unsullied.
No one who has the upper hand in a war can give the enemy a chance to breathe, otherwise they will find a rhythm and counterattack, and once the momentum changes, it will be difficult to reverse it.
This anxiety has been lingering in Meng Ge's mind, making him feel very uncomfortable and disgusted.
The red-robed monk's proposal really moved his heart until a certain moment. He suddenly clenched the riding whip in his hand, looked at Ma Qiluo, and said:
"Servant of the Lord of Light, speak your request."
Ma Qiluo looked calm and gentle, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him, but even a god would have his own demands.
"After the long summer, the stars weep with blood, and the cold darkness will cover the world. At this terrifying moment, a warrior will pull out the burning sword from the fire. That sword is the bringer of light, the red sword of the hero, who holds the The swordsman is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and he will drive away the darkness."
Meng Ge knew that this passage was based on a prophecy from an ancient book of Asshai five thousand years ago. The King of Light will reborn Azor Ahai, and when darkness falls after the long summer, he will fight against his mortal enemy, the God of Cold.
R'hllor's religion is similar to dualism. It believes that there are two opposing supreme powers or gods, good and evil, in the world, and only good gods are chosen as objects of worship. These two opposing powers or gods are often It is expressed in the form of light and darkness, life and death, and the Lord of Light, R'hllor, is the god of heat and life. His mortal enemy is the god of cold, the god of darkness, coldness and death. There will never be an end between them. The struggle determines the fate of mankind.
In silence, Meng Ge looked at the red-robed monk calmly, laughed happily, and said:
"Magiro, let's be practical. What do you want?"
He knew that R'hllor, the Lord of Light, was the true god and could show people phantoms of the future through fire, and could also give people some special abilities, such as the ability to resurrect the dead.
But now R'hllor's magic has not been restored, and the Lord of Light only believes in a more influential religion. Moreover, the blood wizard and the black goat god of Qohor also predicted that he will be the king of mankind.
Ma Qiluo's face was like a sealed black wall, with no cracks visible. There was no sadness or joy, and his expression remained calm:
"Servants of the Lord of Light, I hope that Meng Kao can protect the lives and property safety of the followers of the Lord of Light after the war. At the same time, I hope that a temple of the Lord of Light can be established in the city of Kohor to allow free worship and preaching. "
After the red-robed monk finished making his request, Meng Ge's face seemed to look better. He hated these preachers who spoke such nonsense and vague language. He rubbed the riding crop in his hand and said:
"How many R'hllor followers are there in Qohor?"
"Less than ten thousand."
"There are quite a few people. Are there any high-ranking nobles from the inner city among them?" Mengge was a little surprised by the influence of R'hllor's faith. No wonder he could organize the burning of statues of local gods, which caused strong dissatisfaction among Black Goat believers.
"There are no high nobles."
R'hllor's faith is also popular among the lower classes in Volantis, the Free Trade City-state with the largest number of believers. Many believers are slaves or paupers.
Meng Ge did not continue to speak, and was buried in thought. After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the red-robed monk calmly, and said seriously:
"I swear in the name of the horse god that as long as the followers of R'hllor obey my rule, I will guarantee the safety of their lives and property.
"After the war is won, the believers of R'hllor will receive meritorious service for their participation in the war. They will be allowed to build a temple in the inner city to preach, but all R'hllor believers in Qohor must be registered. R'hllor Believers do not enjoy any privileges in Qohor. If any believer does anything that violates the moral laws of Qohor, they must be dealt with by the city of Qohor, and the priests of the R'hllor Temple will also be censured by me."
Immediately, he drove his war horse close to the red-robed monk, fixed his majestic eyes on Ma Qiluo's eyes, and said:
"Servants of the Lord of Light, can you do it?"
Magiro lowered his head and tried to clear his mind. Beads of sweat continued to form on his forehead, which seemed to make him very embarrassed and his heart was full of contradictions.
After a long time, he finally raised his head and said seriously:
"The servants of the Lord of Light agree to join you in victory, but regarding your request, I also need to report to the Supreme Priest of the Temple of the Lord of Light in Volantis."
Meng Ge looked at the red-robed monk coldly for a long time, seeming to accept this statement, but he didn't seem satisfied.
What followed was an unabashed murderous intent.
Magiro knew that the Dothraki Khal in front of him was really murderous this time, as if a biting cold wind penetrated his body, and cold sweat had already soaked his back.
His muscles all over his body were tense and his expression was stiff as he said:
"The servant of the Lord of Light is willing to assist you in capturing the city of Qohor first. I will go to Volantis immediately after the war to meet with the Supreme Priest and convey your request to him."
"Haha, this is what I want, victory, victory at all costs." The tense silence disappeared in an instant. Mengge's face beamed with joy, he laughed and patted Ma Qiluo's shoulder and said:
"As long as you can help me capture Qohor, my promise to the believers of the King of Light in the city will always be valid. As long as your supreme priest can comply with my requirements, my promise to preach will also be valid."
In fact, Mengge has no good opinion of all the gods in the Essos continent or even this world.
And he firmly believes that only gods who can be used by him are bright and kind gods.
He didn't believe that R'hllor's power could resurrect all believers, so he could let him try if he had the chance.
After thinking about these problems, Mengge gently asked the Dothraki to bring a war horse.
After the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo got on his horse, he smiled kindly and said to him:
"Now, we can have a good talk about the safety of the Holy Fire Hands and believers lurking in the inner city. They are all good people under my rule and my meritorious ministers. You don't know how worried I am. The sooner they win, the sooner their safety will be guaranteed."
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