Standing before you now is the King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men!
Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, King of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones, the Burner of Seas, the Destroyer of Tyrosh, the Conqueror of Myr,
Guardian of The Wall, Valyrian Dragon Lord, the one true god of the Dragon God Church, King Jacaerys Targaryen I!"
Inside the Governor's Palace, Prince Lucerys recited King Jacaerys's long list of titles in the loudest voice possible.
"We greet King Jacaerys Targaryen I!"
After he finished reciting, Edmund led the way, kneeling down and bowing deeply to King Jacaerys.
The other Myr governors exchanged glances upon seeing this.
After all, in Myr, only slaves needed to kneel and bow.
Edmund's actions were practically dragging their status and position through the mud.
But remembering Loren Zein and his subordinates who had just been swallowed whole by the dragon, their knees went weak, and they all knelt down and bowed.
"We greet King Jacaerys Targaryen I!"
Sitting on the main seat, King Jacaerys looked at the many kneeling Myr governors with a calm expression.
He said coldly, "Good, raise your heads!"
The many Myr governors immediately raised their heads upon hearing this.
But no matter who it was, after meeting King Jacaerys's icy eyes, which felt almost tangible, for a second or two, they would instinctively turn their heads away.
This is what we call presence, aura, or spirit.
King Jacaerys noticed that there were only a few familiar faces among them; most of the others were strangers.
That made sense, as most of the previous Myr governors had died in the arena, and a year had already passed since then, so things had long since changed.
His gaze finally settled on Edmund's face, and a smile played on his lips as he said, "Your name is Edmund, right?
Duke Forrest has reported everything that happened before to me.
I heard that you swore allegiance to me a year ago. How is it that I don't remember having a governor like you at that time?"
"Your Majesty, you surely wouldn't remember a small person like me.
Because at that time, my father was the governor, but he died in that arena riot."
"Oh? You speak of such matters so openly.
Your father could be said to have been indirectly killed by me. Don't you hate me?"
King Jacaerys had already gathered intelligence on the current Myr governors through the Dragon Claw organization in advance.
But seeing Edmund speak so proactively, he immediately asked with interest.
"Hate? No, no, no, it should be gratitude.
If you hadn't killed my father and several brothers, how would it have been my turn to inherit the family property and this position of governor?"
Edmund's answer immediately made King Jacaerys feel that this person was very interesting and worth entrusting with important tasks.
Of course, the evaluation of being worth entrusting with important tasks was based on the powerful strength he currently possessed.
If it had been during the initial period of weakness, such a person would have been a great hidden danger.
"Edmund, you abandoned the darkness and joined the light, and you have merit in offering the city.
Originally, I should have rewarded you with a fief in this familiar city of Myr, but I had already granted the entire city to Prince Lucerys before the war.
How about this!
You can choose a town in the Disputed Lands as your fief."
As soon as King Jacaerys finished speaking, Edmund's face showed a look of pleasant surprise.
The Free Cities of Essos generally have a governor election system, but this does not prevent them from understanding the feudal system of Westeros.
As the saying goes, it is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix!
Even if Edmund was elected as the supreme governor of Myr, apart from his family's territory, all other areas were jointly owned by everyone.
And the town that King Jacaerys was now bestowing upon him would be his private property.
This nature was completely different.
Edmund was very satisfied with this reward. He suddenly seemed to remember something and immediately took out a meticulously drawn map of Essos from his In arms.
There were also many marks of different colors on the map.
"Your Majesty, I was too excited just now and almost forgot. This is a map of the forces in Essos that I meticulously drew.
It contains economic, population, and military data for various cities and towns.
Since the map was drawn about a month ago, there may be some minor errors, but it generally conforms to the actual situation.
I would boldly suggest that it is best to first capture the three towns of Gorne, Samell, and Nadole in the Disputed Lands.
They respectively produce high-value specialties such as mead, firewine, and Myr gunpowder weed."
As soon as King Jacaerys heard this, he knew that his evaluation of Edmund was still a little low.
It was likely that as soon as the Myr spies lurking in King's Landing sent back news, he had already begun preparing for today.
Of course, if King Jacaerys had suffered a crushing defeat, he would definitely have presented another prepared plan.
However, as the victor, King Jacaerys liked this kind of prepared and capable collaborator.
With the help of these submissive Myr governors, King Jacaerys only took two days to firmly control the city of Myr.
Perhaps because King Jacaerys did not engage in any slaughter or abuse after entering the city, the civilians in Myr had already begun to live normal lives.
On the fourth day of conquering Myr, the conquering army, led by Duke Forrest and assisted by Edmund, set off from the East City Gate of Myr and marched towards the Disputed Lands.
Among them, Duke Forrest commanded three thousand Frey Family soldiers, while Edmund commanded four thousand Myr slave soldiers.
Therefore, it can be said that Edmund was a talented person. He never bossed people around during the march.
Moreover, he executed any order from Duke Forrest without hesitation, and only when the other party made obvious mistakes due to unfamiliarity with the roads would Edmund tactfully remind him.
These seven thousand fully armed professional soldiers almost swept through the towns around Myr like a whirlwind.
Edmund was as docile as a puppy in front of King Jacaerys and others, but in front of these native inhabitants of Essos, he was a hungry wolf that ate people without spitting out the bones.
He and his Myr slave army were the vanguard of this war of conquest.
It was fine when they encountered towns that recognized him as the governor of Myr or surrendered directly upon seeing their powerful military strength.
But for any town that dared to resist and fight, after the army broke through the city, Edmund would allow his slave soldiers to slaughter and abuse.
Moreover, all the males in this town who were taller than a wagon wheel were eventually executed in front of their families.
Duke Forrest, who was in the rear, turned a blind eye to these situations, as King Jacaerys had never issued an order prohibiting slaughter and abuse.
In his eyes, it was Essosi killing Essosi anyway, so what was there to stop?
And honestly, losing nearly two thousand Frey Family soldiers on Bloodstone Island before landing also made him feel a bit frustrated.
Therefore, this war of conquest, which began in Myr, revealed its cruel side from the very beginning.
As more and more towns were conquered by King Jacaerys, the reputation of this evil army sent by a foreign evil dragon spread throughout the entire Disputed Lands.
Gradually, many towns unwilling to have their homes occupied and destroyed began to unite.
Even the ground forces of Lys and Volantis intervened, and King Jacaerys's progress of conquest began to slow down.
At the same time, during this period when the war of conquest broke out,
King Jacaerys specifically rode Womax back to King's Landing and began to execute the second phase of the strategy according to the plan.
Half a month after the Essos war of conquest began, as more and more towns in the Disputed Lands needed to be garrisoned, the armies of Duke Forrest and Edmund gradually dispersed.
Seahollow Town is located in the northwestern part of the Disputed Lands near the sea and is a large town primarily engaged in farming and fishing.
It used to be ruled by Tyrosh, but after the destruction of Tyrosh, Seahollow Town began to elect its own mayor to rule.
And you know what, without Tyrosh pressing down and collecting various taxes, the lives of the Seahollow Town residents became more prosperous.
But with the outbreak of the war of conquest, King Jacaerys's army's burning, killing, and looting in the Disputed Lands caused a large number of civilians fleeing from other towns to flock here.
These large numbers of refugees who could not enter the city gathered outside the low walls of Seahollow Town, immediately causing trouble for the residents.
The mayor of Seahollow Town immediately convened a democratic meeting and finally decided to take in the physically strong male refugees to resist the possible arrival of the evil dragon's army.
But when the mayor of Seahollow Town personally selected and took in refugees the next day, he discovered two 'refugees' with special temperaments.
One of them was handsome, with a buzz cut and extremely rare silver-white hair, while the other was also good-looking but generally more ordinary.
And from their very intimate words and actions, it could be seen that they had a close relationship.
These two seemed to know that they had attracted the attention of the mayor of Seahollow Town and slowly walked forward.
...
About three days later, a confidant of Edmund led an army of five hundred men to attack Seahollow Town.
The general strength of these towns in the Disputed Lands is only two or three hundred, and at most they have some low walls, and some towns even only have wooden fences.
So normally, an army of five hundred is completely sufficient.
When Edmund's army arrived at Seahollow Town, the refugees had not all entered the city yet.
Clip-clop, clip-clop!
Seeing the refugees flee in panic upon seeing them, Edmund's confidant immediately laughed wildly and led nearly a hundred cavalrymen towards the scattered refugees.
Thump, thump, thump!
How could the refugees outrun these nearly one hundred fully accelerated cavalrymen? They just charged straight into the fleeing crowds of refugees, instantly knocking down a group of the slowest ones.
Rip, rip!
These fallen refugees had no time to struggle and get up before they were trampled on by successive horse hooves, until they were trampled into a soft mass of flesh and blood.
Moreover, these cavalrymen did not forget to use spears and swords to harvest the lives of the surrounding refugees while charging.
At this moment, these refugees were not human in their eyes at all, but merely a flock of lambs fleeing for their lives, left for them to slaughter.
As for the four hundred slave infantry behind these nearly one hundred cavalrymen, they continued to charge towards Seahollow Town along the bloody path trampled by the cavalry.
Woo!!!
When these more than five hundred of Edmund's army were immersed in the pleasure of wanton slaughter, a melodious horn sounded from within the city.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Figures appeared on the low walls of Seahollow Town, and a rain of arrows formed by nearly a hundred arrows instantly enveloped the refugees outside the city and Edmund's army.
Ah, ah, ah!
Arrows have no eyes. The unprepared refugees and soldiers of Edmund's army immediately screamed and fell to the ground, struck by arrows.
Creak!
Clip-clop, clip-clop!
The gate of Seahollow Town opened, and Seahollow Town infantrymen holding spears marched out in neat formation, charging towards the charging cavalry of Edmund's army.
No matter in which world, spearmen are actually the nemesis of cavalry.
But this group of cavalry from Edmund's army, with their strong momentum, charged straight into the Seahollow Town infantry who had formed a spear formation, as if actively seeking death.
In fact, they didn't want to charge into the spear formation so foolishly; the main reason was that their speed was too fast to stop, and there wasn't enough space to dodge.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
With just one encounter, dozens of Edmund's cavalry were pierced through their bodies and horses by spears, leaving bloody holes all over.
Edmund's confidant, who was in charge of commanding the army, luckily escaped with his life. With a pale face, he immediately approached his infantry regiment, attempting to organize another attack.
Rustle, rustle!
Suddenly, the floorboards in front of and behind Edmund's army were lifted, and male refugees and male civilians from Seahollow Town emerged.
They used the weapons in their hands to slash wildly at the hooves of the cavalry horses at the very front and the feet of Edmund's infantry at the very back.
Outside Seahollow Town, there was instantly a cacophony of mournful cries, screams, and wails.
Edmund's confidant, who had fallen from his horse because its hooves were cut, looked up and scanned the battlefield.
Seeing that the enemy's encirclement was complete and their side was losing ground, he immediately wanted to call a few close brothers to escape first.
Puff!
As if knowing he was the Commander of this army, a handsome man with silver-white buzz cut hair, holding a sharp long sword, charged towards him fearlessly.
An Edmund's soldier wanted to attack this silver-haired man, but he dodged with light steps, sidestepping the attack.
Then, with a backhand swing of his sword, he swiftly cut across the soldier's neck, and the soldier's head instantly fell to the ground, spilling blood.
After killing that Edmund's soldier with fluid movements, the silver-haired man rushed up in two or three steps and raised his sword to slash.
Clang!
Edmund's confidant was a warrior skilled in using a sword and shield. He blocked the opponent's long sword with a single-handed shield on his left arm, then thrust his right-hand long sword out from under the shield, stabbing it directly into the opponent's thigh.
But the silver-haired man seemed to feel no pain, enduring Edmund's confidant's attack.
Using a method of trading injuries, he knocked away Edmund's confidant's shield, then raised his sharp long sword and plunged it into his eye socket.
Edmund's confidant died in frustration without fully displaying his strength.
But several other brothers beside him seized this opportunity to avenge him.
Their long swords either pierced the silver-haired man's chest or the back of his back, or other vital areas.
Gurgle, gurgle!
A large amount of blood overflowed from the silver-haired man's mouth, and then he fell to the ground and died.
Those few Edmund's soldiers didn't know why this man would trade his life for theirs, but they knew that with the ambush and the Commander's death, this battle was definitely going to be lost.
So they immediately began to swing their long swords and try their best to break through.
But it was useless. The Seahollow Town soldiers, who had completely formed an encirclement, constantly harvested their lives with long swords and spears.
Just as these Edmund's soldiers had harvested the townspeople of other towns before.
The battle ended quickly. Afterwards, the mayor of Seahollow Town, along with the silver-haired man's companion, found his body.
The mayor of Seahollow Town originally wanted to say a few words of comfort, but the other person immediately prostrated himself on the silver-haired man's body, reciting the prayers of the Lord of Light's religion.
But a scene that shocked everyone appeared. When he finished reciting the prayer and gently kissed the silver-haired man's mouth.
The silver-haired man's wounds, which had been stabbed and mangled, actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, the silver-haired man, who had already been completely dead, actually resurrected and stood up.
"You... who are you, really? What do you want?"
The mayor of Seahollow Town pointed at the resurrected silver-haired man and asked with a trembling voice.
The silver-haired man smiled slightly and replied, "You can call me Lanino.
I want to establish the Hand of Holy Fire here to purify that evil god's minion!"