Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 59 Entry Panel Warning (Please read it today)

[Do you want to spend 50000 entry points to upgrade Greedy (Blue)?
Warning: Purple quality and above entries will interact with this world and produce unknown changes! 】

Well……

Jakaris looked at the prompt in front of him and fell into deep thought.

He gained a total of 49270 points in today's siege of Tyroshi.

Today's nearly 50,000 entry points seem to have been harvested from just 5,000 people.

In fact, about 30,000 people died in the entire northern city area that was burned by the black and gray dragon flames.

Add to that the Tyroshi defenders, one-third of the East City District, and the several merchant ships that were just burned.

According to conservative estimates, at least 40,000 to 50,000 people died.

Forty to fifty thousand people!

That’s already the entire population of a medium-sized territory on the continent of Westeros.

The points harvested today, plus the 3150 points gained from burning small towns a few days ago, and the remaining 16092 points,
A total of 68512 points.

When Jakaris saw the words (upgradeable) behind the Gluttony entry, he chose it immediately.

But unexpectedly, a warning prompt appeared that required reconfirmation.

After some careful consideration, he chose no.

Jakaris made this choice not because of any warning.

The entry panel is the foundation of his foothold in the Game of Thrones world. Even if the sky falls, he will continue to upgrade the quality of the entries.

The reason why he gave up temporarily was that after his army broke into the city and killed people, there were still nearly 100,000 prisoners left in Tyroshi.

With such a huge base, it can provide at least tens of thousands of entry points!

So Jakaris first wanted to see if there would be any new changes when the entry points accumulated to more than 100,000.

Secondly, I thought that since the prompts would undergo unknown changes, it would be better to accumulate more entry points to deal with them.

Since the goal is to stimulate as much hostility as possible and harvest points.

Then you have to stand high enough, just like when you burned down the northern city area, so that more people can see your various methods.

Finally, Jakaris's eyes were fixed on a magnificent tower made of red stone in the port area.

The Bloodthirsty Tower is one of the iconic buildings in Tyroshi.

It is usually used as an oversized lighthouse, and is the best inaugural podium during each Maharaja election.

The squares around the Bloodshed Tower and the vacant docks at the port can also accommodate enough prisoners.

But it’s getting late today, and we need enough rest after the bloody battle.

So Jakaris set the time for harvesting points to tomorrow.

As for the post-war finishing work, he handed it over to Coleman and Stone respectively.

The former managed most of the captives and drove them to prepare for tomorrow's harvest.

The latter was responsible for taking a small number of prisoners to search for spoils and packing them onto ships.

Since the northern city area with many luxurious courtyards had been destroyed, Jakaris randomly found a mansion in the southern city area to move into.

Anyway, he wouldn't stay in Tyrosh for long, so he wasn't that picky about his living environment.

But Jakaris did not relax at all when it came to his own security.

Rudy led the remaining 638 Unsullied to surround the mansion and forbade anyone to enter.

Even the Unsullied's command whip was temporarily handed over to Jacaerys.

This means that even Rudy or the Faceless Man with his face cannot get in.

And Womax was lying on the roof next to the mansion, staring at the room where Jakaris was with his cold vertical pupils.

Lying on the big bed covered with a brand new quilt, many random thoughts popped up in Jakaris's mind.

There are guesses about the warning prompts on the entry panel, and there are also plans on how to harvest more points tomorrow.

He was so exhausted from concentrating on riding the dragon today that he fell asleep without realizing it.

……

Rustling!

A large number of Tyroshi captives are busy preparing for their funeral tomorrow near the Bloodthirsty Tower.

Coleman and his thousands of Bloodstone Island soldiers were overseeing the work in boredom.

Although the work he assigned was large in volume, its content was very simple.

The first is to clear a large enough area, and the second is to move various flame retardant materials to build a firebreak near the Blood-Crying Tower.

Kou Man had done this job more than once or twice, and he was already very familiar with it and could arrange everything properly.
Looking at Coleman who was yawning constantly, one of his confidants said flatteringly: "Lord Coleman, you have worked too hard.

Let me do the rest!"

"Hmm? Leave it to you?

No, this mission was ordered by His Majesty himself!"

After hearing this, Coleman thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and rejected it.

"You have done what you should do. All you can do here is watch these lowly people and slaves move things."

The confidant first answered, then came forward and whispered,

"I just happened to catch a few beautiful pedophiles in the largest erotic garden today and have sent them to your room..."

"Ahem, I suddenly feel dizzy.

It might be because a stray arrow hit his helmet today.

No, I have to go take a break.

Pushel, the rest is up to you.

I will come to check before the sun comes out tomorrow, if there is anything wrong..."

Hearing his confidant's words, Coleman's eyes lit up and he immediately found an excuse for himself.

"Don't worry, Lord Koman. If anything goes wrong, just chop off my head!"

"Okay, this is what you said!"

Seeing that Pushel had issued a military order, Coleman rubbed his hands excitedly, turned around and left the Tower of Weeping Blood with his personal guards.

After he left, the preparations continued in an orderly manner.

Late at night, the overseer Pushel found an excuse to leave alone.

He walked familiarly through the streets of the southern city and finally entered a dark alley.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Pushel lowered his head and knocked on a door in the alley in a certain pattern.

The next second the door opened, and when Pushel raised his head he saw a strange face.

He slipped in without saying a word.

Squeak!

When the door is closed, you can see that the room is full of people of all kinds.

There are red-robed monks of the Temple of the King of Light wearing red robes, there are priests of the Black and White House wearing black and white robes, and there are priests of the Three-Headed Temple wearing blue, purple and green robes.

……

The sun rises from the sea level in the east.

The warm sunlight first shone on the ruins of the northern city area, which was located on higher ground and filled with cold, charred corpses, with occasional wisps of white smoke.

Refreshed, Coleman arrived on time to inspect the remaining work on the Blood Tower.

Except that Pushel was smart enough to build a firebreak around the Blood-Crying Tower, there were no other problems.

Coleman scolded Pushel a few words and prepared to let him take people to remove the extra firebreaks.

But at this time, Rudy and Stone, who had been busy all night, led teams of Unsullied in neat rows into the Blood Tower Square.

Coleman immediately realized that His Majesty was about to arrive and it was too late to dismantle it.

After cursing Pushel a few times in a low voice, Coleman put the little matter behind him and respectfully greeted his Majesty the King.

Hooray, hooray!
Wormax flapped his dragon wings and took off from the mansion in the southern city. In the blink of an eye, he had flown over the Blood Weeping Tower.

"Meet the great King of the Narrow Sea and the Stepstones, the Burner of the Sea, Conqueror of Tyrosh, Lord of the Emerald Dragon, Jacaerys Velaryon I!"

When Stone read out the carefully composed title of King aloud, both the soldiers under Jakaris and the captives knelt on the ground in unison.

All shouted: "Greetings... Jacaerys Velaryon I!"

Bang!
Womax landed heavily on the open space in front of the Blood-Weeping Tower.

Jakaris, wearing black dragon-patterned armor and a fine steel sword at his waist, jumped to the ground with an indifferent look on his face, stepping on its dragon wings.

"Today, half of you can survive..."

Boo!
Before Jakaris could finish his first sentence, a sharp cry came from the northern mountains.

He looked up and saw a colorful cloud rushing towards the Blood-Crying Tower at a very fast speed.

(End of this chapter)