Game of Thrones: Oath of Iron and Fire-Chapter 32: The Road to Freedom

The drumbeats blurred into a continuous, frenzied, and unending pounding. The Meadow Wine took off, its bow slicing through the water, sending sprays of foam like milk.

On the deck, the sea wind tousled Gendry's black hair. Gendry gazed at the distant rolling contours of the land, the Disputed Lands. This place was fertile, chaotic, and now the best choice, albeit a limited one.

"My young friend! The road ahead is fraught with challenges," the Lysene old pirate, Sallador Saan, approached Gendry with a cup of warmed wine.

"Decades ago, my ancestors rose in rebellion here, the Ninepenny Kings allied under the Crown Tree!" The old pirate pointed in the direction of the Disputed Lands.

"Unfortunately, their attempt was crushed on the Stepstones," Gendry said. Everyone was well-versed in that story.

"The road ahead is unpredictable! If you feel you can't stay here, there's a place for you on my smuggling ship!"

"Thank you very much!" Gendry said.

Gendry was sincerely grateful for the old pirate's support. Operating in the Disputed Lands was impossible without fleet support. Moreover, the gunpowder, grass, spices, and wine they would plunder later needed to be sold by the Lysene. But the old pirate's network was too vast, and he couldn't fully trust this man.

"I have only one piece of advice for you, Commander!" the old pirate said. "In the Disputed Lands, try to consolidate your power. Otherwise, you'll make too many enemies and won't be able to stand firm!"

"I'll do my best!" Gendry didn't want to antagonize all three daughters of the Free Cities, but freeing slaves and opposing the slave-owning magnates of the Free Cities would inevitably cause a sensation. It was a fundamental contradiction. Perhaps when he grew stronger, even the old Lysene pirate would contend with him.

On the ship, the manor slaves who had transported gunpowder grass with the Wolf Pack threw off the wooden collars around their necks and cast them into the sea.

"Eleven!" "Twenty-two!" The slaves tore off the collars around their necks. These wooden collars were shackles, symbols of their enslavement. With the collars on, they were slaves. Without them, they were even more pitiful, hunted and killed at will as runaway slaves!

"Are you sure?" Gendry asked the slaves again.

"The worst outcome is death, but if we go back to the gunpowder grass manor, it's worse than death!" the slaves said.

"I can't give you much, I can only give you freedom, perhaps only temporarily!" Gendry stood before the slaves, his black short hair as solid as a mountain. He raised the slaves' wooden collars and threw them fiercely into the sea. "Freedom! Freedom!"

The slaves shouted in unison, "Freedom!" "Freedom!"

The slaves knelt halfway at Gendry's feet, "From now on, freedom will be our belief!"

The banner of the Wolf Pack fluttered as the slaves cheered again. "Abolitionist! Abolitionist!"

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This was the reality of Myr. When a magistrate died, his entire sphere of influence was reduced to zero, divided among other magistrates. These slaves from the gunpowder grass manor, if taken over by other magistrates, would face the same fate, or even worse than before.

The noise of the slaves echoed across the sea, tears, excitement, or flames.

"I will lead them to face another kind of destiny!" Gendry thought.

"Free Army!" Gendry looked at the slaves, these people were of all shapes and sizes. But now, now they were Gendry's most promising army. Mercenaries in the Disputed Lands were hard to be loyal, it was better to free the slaves.

The freed slaves had nowhere to go, they could only follow him closely. The slaves had no specialized education, nor the experience of warriors, but they were his army.

Sallador looked at Gendry. With the development of slavery to this point, there were naturally people who would overthrow or rebel. Most failed; it was unknown where this young man would go.

The smuggling ship took Gendry and the Wolf Pack to the coastline, and they returned to the gunpowder grass manor with the gunpowder grass from there. Magister Karasso's power melted like an iceberg, and the gunpowder grass manor now belonged to the Wolf Pack.

"First, there is the issue of our assets!" Qyburn said. "The wealth owned by the Wolf Pack, the real estate in Myr, the deposits in the Myrish bank, will all be completely seized by the Myrish. Fortunately, some of the gold is in the Wolf's Den, and there is also a part of the deposit in the Iron Bank of Braavos."

"That's good!" Gendry thought. Mercenaries walked on the edge of the blade, earning a lot and spending quickly. Descendants of the North were relatively frugal, so they left these surpluses.

"The Disputed Lands is not a good place! But we can only stand here for now!"

"What we can refer to is the story of the Ninepenny Kings decades ago!" Qyburn said.

"I know them! They were defeated by the Fearless Knight, Barristan. Because Tall Duncan and Short Duncan both died at Summerhall, they had to choose a temporary leader." Gendry had heard the stories of the Ninepenny Kings' war, the Fearless Knight.

The Ninepenny Kings were a shining moment in the history of the Free Cities, but their strength was considerable.

"The Ninepenny Kings were an alliance of pirates, merchants, mercenaries, and exiled knights! Although they eventually failed, their attempt was feasible to occupy the Disputed Lands and then Tyrosh, the Stepstones. If it weren't for Barristan's heroic efforts, the Ninepenny Kings might have ignited the war on the continent of Westeros!" Qyburn said.

"These regions are interconnected! The Free Cities, the Disputed Lands, the Stepstones, Dorne!" Gendry said. "Occupying those manors in the Disputed Lands will inevitably offend the Free Cities."

"And Dorne, the failure of the Ninepenny Kings also had to do with Dorne turning to the Iron Throne!" Qyburn said. "If we expand to the Stepstones in the future, we will also need to talk to the Dornish!"

Dorne was also very important. The Stepstones were the middle of the snake. Dorne and the Free Cities were the tail of the snake. Dorne's long obedience to the previous Stepstones war was because the Iron Throne's attack on the Stepstones would be attacked by both sides.

"That's a troublesome matter!" Gendry thought. "Being with the Dornish is like dancing with a scorpion, not to mention that they have always hated the Iron Throne and the Lannisters because of the Sack of King's Landing years ago."

"This is indeed a troublesome matter!" Qyburn sighed. "Your identity is also a thorny issue."

After the fall of King's Landing, when the war was almost over, the seventeen-year-old Gregor Clegane and Ser Amory Lorch bloodily sacked the Red Keep.

Gregor burst into the royal nursery, smashed the infant Prince Aegon, son of Rhaegar, against the wall, killing him. The child's blood and brains were still wet when the Mountain raped Princess Elia Martell, Rhaegar's wife.

Although the Lannisters were the most ruthless, the Martells also harbored resentment towards both the Baratheons and the Lannisters.