manynovel Chapter 44: Once I bring the fleet ashore, I'll send you all to the heavens!
Chapter 44: Once I bring the fleet ashore, I'll send you all to the heavens!
When they gather, they are a blazing fire; when they scatter, they are a sky full of excrement.
This refers to the player community.
While discussing strengthening themselves and upgrading, players may not necessarily have all the ideas.
But if you let them cause trouble, they'll all become geniuses of ideas.
As it turns out, Viserys' failure to seize Pentos on the very day he gathered 3,000 players showed that he had not fully grasped the destructive power of the Fourth Scourge.
At this moment, less than three hundred players had already stirred up the entire city of Pentos.
The decadent governors hastily ordered the garrison soldiers to fight the fires everywhere, but the news they received was either that one garrison had been completely wiped out or that another guard had collapsed and fled.
Players in the Grenadier Corps became arsonists, setting fires everywhere, whether in civilian houses or grand mansions, regardless of whether they were loyal to the army or not; they lit fire canisters and threw them away.
If Viserys hadn't promptly issued a decree that the Grenadier Corps and the Brotherhood Without Banners players would have been able to compete to see whose territory was best preserved after the war, each player would have been rewarded with a Bronze Chest item to choose from the player shop.
Viserys will likely end up with the ruined city of Pentos.
With the generous rewards in hand, the fire mage players, who had almost had their fill of the game, finally obeyed their guild leader's orders: first threaten them, then set them on fire if they disobeyed.
Viserys finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the number of "arsonists" decrease significantly through the system panel.
Compared to burning Pentos to ashes with wildfire, it's nothing to give players some benefits in the shop.
In any case, most of the permissions granted to players are for armor and weapons in the Illyrio Armory.
The loss won't be much.
"What should we do now?"
Governor Audrey was about to enjoy his favorite mushroom soup at the banquet when his subordinate's remark about the riots in the city infuriated him so much that he lost all appetite.
"The guards are all useless!" After cursing under his breath, Audero felt a little relieved when he saw the guards coming and going in his courtyard and gathering.
"What about the other governors?" Audrey asked his confidant.
"Those madmen of unknown origin were throwing wildfires everywhere, causing chaos in the city. It was impossible to contact the governors. I heard that His Majesty the Prince was trying to escape, but he was surrounded by those people and burned alive with wildfire."
The confidant said with a bitter face that he and the governor shared both glory and ruin. If the governor fell today, he would be one of those in the slave market tomorrow.
Upon hearing this, Audero's face turned pale. He didn't care whether the prince lived or died; Pentos had killed countless princes.
But the way he died—burned alive in a wildfire—was the only problem.
Audrey swallowed hard, feeling a little flustered for a moment.
"Sir, have you forgotten the sailors at the port? We could ask them to come into the city and help with the suppression!"
Suddenly, his confidant seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly said.
Upon hearing this, Audero's spirits immediately lifted.
Although constrained by the unequal military treaty with Braavos, Pentos's fleet was only a "poor thing" consisting of twenty small warships.
But with the garrison rendered useless, the sailors on the ship were Audero's last hope for saving his life.
"Alright, quickly take men and fetch the fleet commander, instruct him to bring the sailors ashore to quell the riot. Once it's done," Audrey paused, looking at his confidant, and said:
"Make him whatever promises you want—status, wealth, a courtyard—just let him ask other governors for favors later. First, get him ashore!"
The confidant was clearly taken aback, but although he was speechless, he still turned and left. After all, his life was at stake and there was no time to waste.
"Damn you! You better not slink away, just stay put and watch me bring the fleet ashore and send you all to your deaths!" the governor said angrily.
"Your Majesty," Ser Jorah entered the room, bowed to Daenerys who stood to the side with a look of fear on her face, and then fixed his gaze on Viserys, who appeared calm and collected but was actually watching the players wreak havoc through the system panel:
"The garrison has been repeatedly moved around by the governors to put out fires, and is in complete disarray. They no longer pose a threat to us."
Looking at His Majesty the King, who sat dignifiedly in his chair with an unchanged expression, Ser Jorah nodded to himself. Perhaps it was truly the gods who had decided my fate long ago, which is why I had to undergo trials and tribulations to be able to follow the true dragon.
Viserys nodded upon hearing this, without saying anything. He had already learned this information from the player's movements through the system panel.
The 2,000-strong garrison never took orders from any one person, but from the few most powerful governors.
After the players started the riot, the governors panicked and gave orders to each other, making the mere two thousand-strong garrison run around in circles, putting out fires everywhere.
It has a bit of a feel to it, like the story of the feudal lords playing with fire.
The exhausted garrison, already demoralized in the face of a player legion willing to self-destruct, suffered a complete collapse in morale after this incident. Many even deserted the ranks and went into hiding.
It can be said that, thanks to the combined efforts of the players and the governors, the visible military force of Pentos, namely the Pentos City garrison, has been wiped out.
Aside from the guards at each governor's residence, the only force that can pose a threat to a player's legion is the Pentos fleet at the port.
Viserys didn't take these people seriously at all. In his opinion, even if he were to open the champagne at halftime, he was absolutely certain of not losing.
Most of the governors' guards had already been defeated one by one by the players, and most of the governors chose to surrender in the face of the gleaming wildfire canisters.
After all, players have already started to wave the Targaryen banner. Surrendering to a descendant of a previous dynasty is at least somewhat acceptable and nothing to be ashamed of.
The remaining governors, who haven't been dealt with yet due to a lack of player manpower, are nothing more than fish on a chopping board, only able to jump around a bit.
As for Pentos's fleet?
Viserys couldn't help but recall the nickname of a hero in the classic novel Water Margin he had read in his previous life: "Dry Land Crocodile," which roughly meant a crocodile on land.
Hmph, what's there to fear about a crocodile that's already on land?
Daenerys trembled as she poured the wine from the jug into the horn cup in her brother's hand.
It wasn't that she was afraid of Viserys; she had gradually become immune to her brother's ability to conceal his sleeping dragon's rage.
She was simply terrified by the sudden outbreak of war.
Although she was afraid, the princess seemed to have grown up a bit and did not say childish things like being scared or wanting to go home to her brother, as she used to.
Instead, he silently recited in his heart:
"Blood and fire share the same origin."
"Blood and fire share the same origin..."
Again and again, under Ser Jorah's slightly surprised gaze, Princess Daenerys' beautiful eyes slowly shifted from fear to a kind of arrogance rarely seen before.