Chapter 112: The imp's Rectification of the Disputed Lands
Essos, Disputed Lands, Dragonfire Basin
"Our army has already occupied all the territories near ; these areas now belong to us."
At this moment, looked very imposing. The expressions of those around him shifted repeatedly upon hearing his words.
"No wonder that fellow Harris didn't show up…"
"Does this mean our fleet is also helpless?"
"I heard the eni have been seizing our fleet; this must be related to them."
After hearing Tyrion's words, the Tyroshi nobles all began to discuss in low voices, while Yaarl Gira, seated at the head, saw his expression change again and again.
The situation had reached an extremely dangerous point. With the loss of their maritime power, the Tyroshi alliance was now at a dead end.
They were left with only three choices: surrender, fight to the death, or defect to the other two city-states.
"Aren't you… aren't you afraid we'll detain you here and force your subordinates to withdraw?"
Yaarl Gira no longer possessed the calm and composure he had at the beginning; noble etiquette had been thrown to the four winds.
"Do you think I would dare come here without being prepared?"
Tyrion spoke quite nonchalantly, as if stating something perfectly natural, seemingly not taking Yaarl Gira's words to heart at all.
"I… we…"
Sensing Tyrion's fearlessness, Yaarl Gira seemed to lose his nerve. He could only turn his gaze toward Byron Jon beside him, as if seeking confidence from this Archon of .
"Ahem… We in Myr are Tyrosh's best allies. We will not allow our Tyroshi compatriots to suffer."
Byron Jon seemed somewhat agitated; he even lost his breath while speaking, nearly unable to finish his sentence.
"We in Myr also won't let our allies suffer. We have already signed an offensive and defensive alliance with Tyrosh's 'Chainbreakers.' If anyone intends to interfere with the current situation, our Stepstones fleet will not stand for it!"
interjected at this moment. With his declaration, the Tyroshi finally seemed to understand who was pulling the strings behind the scenes.
"We are noble Tyroshi; we will not yield!"
"That's right, we will not yield…"
"We will fight until…"
Yaarl Gira's words incited the crowd. They shouted loudly at Tyrion, seemingly wanting to kill this "Little Devil" who had been opposing them.
"You do not represent all Tyroshi. Aren't you curious how I knew you were stationed here?"
Facing the indignant Tyroshi, Tyrion was not afraid at all, for he knew very well that these fellows were already dead men walking.
These men, each with their own hidden agendas, were incapable of uniting. The reason he dared to attend this meeting alone was that he had long since established contact with an inside informant.
Glancing at several figures in the distance, Tyrion subtly acknowledged them. Soon, he received the confirmation he wanted from their eyes.
"What… what do you mean by that?"
Hearing Tyrion's words, Yaarl Gira seemed to realize something. His gaze swept rapidly across the faces of those around him, as if trying to identify the "chameleon" among them.
Schwing, schwing…
Just then, the sound of swords being drawn erupted outside the command tent. At these sounds, the Tyroshi nobles inside instantly fell into a panic.
Squelch…
"Ugh… Aaaah…"
Amidst the sounds of blades piercing flesh and the screams of soldiers, bloodstains and slashes began to appear on the tent walls.
Thud thud… Urgh aah…
At that moment, a Tyroshi soldier crashed through the tent curtain and flew inside. After rolling across the ground, he became completely silent.
"My lord, our men have occupied the surrounding area!"
As the curtain was pulled back, a large group of Tyroshi soldiers poured in. These soldiers wearing lion-faced helms were from the Tyrosh First Legion.
"You… you all…"
Seeing the men behind Tyrion, Yaarl Gira was so enraged he stumbled back several steps. The Tyrosh First Legion was the elite of the elite, mostly composed of pure-blooded Tyroshi.
In the eyes of many, they were the trump card of Tyrosh and the goal many common Tyroshi strove for. But now, this final reliance had turned into their enemy.
"Why?!"
Watching more and more soldiers pour into the tent, this question arose in many hearts.
"Tyrosh has fallen. Our choice is the future. You have failed and should rest now."
The speaker was Elon Nava, commander of the Tyrosh First Legion. However, after his command was seized by Yaarl Gira, he had been reduced to a mere puppet.
In fact, many commanders within the Tyroshi legions had experienced similar treatment. Tyrion had recognized this, which was why he spent time persuading these commanders.
Currently, the First and Second Legions had basically defected to the "Chainbreakers." Most of these commanders were not nobles but were instead propped up by the military archons.
This was a Tyroshi tradition: the military archons held command over the army, but over the years, they had gradually stopped managing affairs, selecting suitable men within the army to serve as their proxies to lead.
The military archons would then hole up in the Purple Palace to play their games of power. When Tyrion was sent by to attack Tyrosh, he had already investigated these people's situations.
Because of the ongoing war in the Disputed Lands, some military archons had left the Purple Palace to come here, and Yaarl Gira was one such archon.
After Tyrosh was breached, many commanders who lost their superiors set up their own factions. However, someone like Elon Nava was willing but unable, because his superior was still present.
Tyrion had a keen insight into human nature. He knew the thoughts of these men very well; these commanders were not people who wanted to remain subordinates forever. Given a chance, they could unleash powerful force.
If Tyrosh had not fallen, such thoughts would never have occurred to them. But now that the mountain pressing down on them had been moved, they naturally wondered if they could become masters themselves.
"You cannot represent all Tyroshi. You are merely leeches that suck blood. What we 'Chainbreakers' truly want to eliminate are you leeches. Without you, everyone can live in peace and have a good life."
Tyrion's words gave all the rebels confidence, causing their conflicted hearts to instantly harden. After all, betraying one's compatriots was still somewhat distressing.
"Slavery is a cancer on this world. You are constantly depriving others of their freedom, and now, you will finally pay the price for all your actions."
As Tyrion's voice fell, Elon Nava and the others drew their swords. Sensing the killing intent, the archons and commanders fell into complete panic.
"I don't want to die!"
"I surrender, don't kill me!"
"I'll give you whatever you want!"
As death approached, anyone would try to grasp a lifeline. Some clever ones knelt and begged for mercy, while others still harboring delusions hid behind Archon Byron Jon.
"Don't kill me… Urgh…"
"No… Squelch…"
Under the blades of the First Legion soldiers, these once-arrogant Tyroshi nobles fell one by one into pools of blood. Except for the naked bed slaves, almost all the Tyroshi died at the hands of their own people.
"Stop! I order you to stop… I… I am from Myr…"
As the slaughter continued, Byron Jon, nearly frightened out of his wits, finally regained his senses amidst the pleas. Though terrified, he still stammered out his identity.
By now, the Tyroshi archons had mostly been killed. Some commanders with potential value were spared; as long as they lived, their armies would have a chance to defect to the "Chainbreakers." Tyrion would not allow those Tyroshi troops to become bandits, as the Chainbreakers would suffer in the end.
"Lord Tyrion?"
Looking at Byron Jon acting like a hen protecting its chicks, Elon Nava turned his gaze toward Tyrion. He didn't dare make this decision himself; provoking Myr could have severe consequences.
"Respected Archon Byron Jon, do you truly intend to protect these fellows?"
"O-of course… we are allies…"
Though his speech faltered, Byron Jon made his stance clear.
"Very well! Men, escort these people away along with Archon Byron Jon!"
Just when everyone thought Tyrion would resort to force, he gave such an order.
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