Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 200 Chaos in Linhe Town
When Damozniki hurried to the consul's palace, the scene before him was one of chaos.

There were several carriages parked outside the mansion, and countless slaves were busy loading valuables onto the carriages.

Damozini suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart and rushed into the mansion.

Sure enough, after entering the courtyard, he saw Archon Zachary Mo Earls directing the servants to pack up.

The Unsullied Guards on the side had already been waiting here fully armed. It was obvious that the other party was planning to escape from here.

Damozni was extremely angry when he saw the other party's behavior, but thinking of the noble "Mo" in the other party's name and the current situation, he finally gritted his teeth, ran to the other party, bowed and said: "Lord Zakri, the rebellious slaves are gathering outside the city, I need your help."

Hearing this, Zakri turned around and looked at him, and said hurriedly: "You came at the right time. Quickly organize soldiers for me and escort me back to Astapor."

Hearing this, Tamozni became even more angry. He suppressed his anger and said, "Lord Zakri, it may not be safe to leave Linhe Town. Once we lose the protection of the city wall, we will be eaten alive by those slaves. It is better for us to defend Linhe Town and wait for reinforcements. I have received news that the anti-rebellion army led by Morizdan has already set out. When they learn about the situation here, they will definitely come to support us."

Zakri shook his head and said, "It's too dangerous to stay here. After the slaves broke through the Sandmark Town, they killed all the good masters there. Now is a good time to leave before the slaves have time to surround the north gate."

Listening to the other party's words, Damozni finally couldn't help but scolded: "Lord Zakri, are you going to abandon Linhe Town and run back to Astapor like a dog?"

Zachry looked at him in shock at first, as if he couldn't believe that the other party dared to say such humiliating words to him.

After a moment, he came to his senses and roared, "Damozni, be careful with your words. I am a noble with the word 'Mo' in my name. If you humiliate a noble, I can hang you. I now order you to send troops to escort me out of the city immediately. I can pretend that what happened today never happened."

Damozni sneered at the other party and said, "Zakri, if you want to escape back to Astapor, just go away. Don't even think about asking the army to escort you. They have to stay and guard the city. I will not give Linhe Town to those lowly slaves." After that, he ignored the other party and turned away without looking back.

Zachary kept shouting from behind: "Stop! Stop! How dare you disobey my order." As he said that, he angrily smashed several objects around him.

Damozniki turned a deaf ear to the call and after joining the guards, he hurried towards the city wall. Since he could not seek help from the consul, he had to go back as soon as possible to prepare for the slaves' siege.

As he hurried forward, his eyes inadvertently swept to both sides of the street. This glance made his heart tremble violently.

He discovered that the slaves, who usually were submissive and obedient, now looked at him with eyes completely different from before.

There seemed to be some different emotions in those eyes, including expectation, desire, and even a hint of resistance.

The arrival of the rebels undoubtedly planted the seeds of hope in the hearts of these slaves, making them begin to look forward to a new possibility.

Damozni's heart was instantly filled with uncontrollable rage.

In his opinion, slaves were born inferior beings, and they were only worthy of trembling and obeying at his feet.

And now, they actually dared to look at him with such eyes, which was a great insult to his noble status.

Under the impact of anger, his face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple.

The veins on his forehead were clearly visible, like little snakes about to burst. "How dare you, lowly slaves, be so presumptuous!" Damozini roared in anger. His voice was like thunder, echoing in the silent streets.

This roar was not only a rebuke to the slaves, but also a strong protest against the challenge to his authority.

The moment he shouted this sentence, he seemed to release all the anger in his heart through this roar.

After saying this, he quickly grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist and drew out the knife with lightning speed. With a flash of the knife, he swung it towards the slave closest to him.

The slave he hacked to death fell in a pool of blood before he even had time to react.

There was no mercy in Damozni's heart. In his opinion, these slaves must pay a heavy price for their "boldness".

The guards nearby were shocked by his anger. They stared blankly at the angry Damozni in front of them.

"Kill everyone who dared to raise his head just now." Damozni roared.

The guards knew Damozni's temper well, and at this time, they dared not disobey him in the slightest.

They quickly responded in unison: "Yes, sir!" Then, like hungry wolves pouncing on their prey, they began to chase after the slaves frantically.

The slaves were terrified. They had secretly hoped that the rebels would bring about change, but they did not expect that they would be punished so cruelly.

Some slaves screamed in despair, their voices full of fear and helplessness; others fled in panic like headless flies. They didn't know where to go, but they knew they had to escape from this terrible place as soon as possible.

The streets suddenly fell into chaos, and an atmosphere of fear filled every corner.

Outside the city, the rebels barely managed to organize their chaotic ranks thanks to Kyle's efforts.

Kyle stood in front of the team, his brows slightly furrowed.

At this moment, one of his men came running over and said anxiously, "Lord Kyle, we just received news that a good leader escaped from the north. Should we give chase?"

Kyle shook his head slowly and said, "No, no, let them go."

The subordinate was confused and asked quickly: "Sir, they are good people, why should we let them go?"

Looking at his men's expressions and the whip marks on their bodies, Kyle knew that they could not let go of their hatred for the time being and wanted to kill every good man.

After thinking for a while, Kyle patiently explained: "Our goal is to use them to attract the army sent by Astapor. These people will report the situation here back to Astapor, and the Good Lord will definitely send troops to rescue us after learning about it. Only when the Good Lord's army arrives can we have the opportunity to use the terrain advantage here to annihilate the enemy. If we want to liberate everyone, we can't just see the hatred in front of us, but also consider our long-term goals."

After listening to Kyle's explanation, the subordinate nodded thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)