Before the enemy troops reach the city gate, this is our only way to survive!"
A fat governor who made a fortune from the spice business shouted loudly in a high-pitched voice while wiping large beads of sweat on his forehead.
After all, for the huge wealth accumulated by his family, the raging flames spouted by the dragon clan will undoubtedly bring disaster.
"Surrender? You put it lightly!"
Another old man wearing a priest's robe covered with golden rings suddenly slapped the table and stood up. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of anger, as if he was about to spit out fire.
This old man is the senior priest of the Black Goat sect, and his status is extremely respected, but at this moment he cannot suppress the anger and excitement in his heart.
I saw him waving his arms and shouting at the top of his lungs:
"Look at Pentos! Look at Braavos! What tragic end happened to those nobles who chose to surrender?
Their family lineage was almost wiped out, and the huge wealth accumulated over thousands of years was looted!
This is clearly a complete massacre!
Surrendering is tantamount to seeking death and is tantamount to collective suicide!"
However, at this moment, a younger nobleman suddenly let out a terrified scream.
His body was trembling with extreme fear, and he murmured to himself:
"But if you don't surrender...
So what should we use to defend ourselves against the enemy?
Today, the only Unsullied troops we have in hand are less than 7,000 people, and the city defense army cannot even gather 50,000 people!
But outside the city was a powerful army of 50,000 people and two terrifying dragons!
Especially the one... that terrifying existence that is said to be able to easily destroy the entire mountain range!"
Obviously, this young man had just learned the details of a series of horrific events such as the collapse of mountains and the diversion of rivers from the survivors of A Noi, so he was so panicked at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, there was another roar from the crowd, "Don't we still have those giant ballistae that cost a lot of money and have high hopes for?"
Aren't they of any use?" The face of the speaker was ferocious, with despair and resentment in his eyes.
"Ballista?" The general in charge of city defense had a bitter look on his face and slowly shook his head, as if he was filled with endless resentment and resentment towards this word.
His originally resolute and courageous face was now covered with hideous scars - all thanks to the terrifying Dragonfire!
This experienced general who has experienced hundreds of battles once thought that he had seen all kinds of dangers and challenges in the world, but when faced with this unprecedented predicament before him, he still couldn't help but feel deep despair in his heart:
"In Ah Noi, we have carefully deployed the most powerful and advanced ballistae, and arranged for the most brave and fearless Unsullied warriors to control it...
However, it turns out that all these efforts are in vain!
Those ballistae were simply vulnerable to that terrifying dragon, like fragile toys in the hands of a child, easily destroyed by it!"
These words were like a bucket of biting Ice raining down from the head, causing the entire venue to fall into a suffocating silence.
Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded. Only the sound of heavy and rapid breathing and the crackling sound of burning torches could be heard throughout the place.
This huge and insurmountable power gap is like a heavy invisible mountain, mercilessly oppressing everyone's soul and making them breathless.
After a moment of silence, someone finally broke the deadlock and said with a trembling voice, "What about...Dothraki?"
They have accepted our huge gold treasure and many slaves!"
It seems that there is still a trace of luck in the heart, hoping to find a glimmer of hope from this group of nomads from a foreign land.
Unexpectedly, the nobleman in charge of foreign affairs could no longer support his body and collapsed limply on the seat. His face was as pale as paper and there was no blood at all.
His lips were trembling as he struggled to utter a few words: "Everyone... they've all gone! Not a single one is left!"
Despair spread like a plague.
The allies they had placed high hopes on now seemed so unreliable.
"The Kingdom of Three Daughters... They actually assembled an army of 200,000 people and a powerful navy of up to 100,000 people in Myr and Lys..."
Someone whispered this sentence with a pale face, as if he had just grasped the last straw.
However, at this moment, the old governor, who had been silent from beginning to end and whose face was frighteningly gloomy, suddenly sneered dismissively, "Humph!
So what about the so-called 200,000 troops? They are nothing more than a group of paper tigers placed in the border areas to bluff and scare people!
In fact, they had already reached a settlement agreement with Targaryen and voluntarily gave up the Stepstones area!
Now the reason why they mobilize a large number of troops to the border is that their real purpose is not to come and assist us at all.
And they just put on a defensive posture because they were afraid that Redd would attack them!
After all, they are actually counting on us to start a fierce fight with Redd here, so that both sides will fight to the death and ultimately achieve the insidious attempt to consume Redd's military strength!"
Hearing this, the man who originally had a sense of luck couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. He weakly continued to ask:
"So... how is the situation over there at Norvos?
After all, they were our allies in the past..." As the words fell, the man's voice became deeper and weaker.
"Norvos? Hahahahaha..." The old governor couldn't help laughing wildly again,
"What else can they do but send us meaningless words of comfort and letters full of prevarication?
You must know that at this time, the old saying is true - water far away cannot save the fire near!
Maybe they are hiding in a corner and secretly rejoicing at this moment, wishing they could see us fighting Redd so hard that they could reap the benefits!"
There was a dead silence in the venue, as if time had stopped flowing.
Everyone's breathing became heavy and rapid, and the air was filled with suffocating fear, reluctance, and the aura of madness that erupted when desperate.
Faced with the predicament before them, people felt extremely desperate - whether they chose to surrender or continue to resist, it seemed that there was no way back.