Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The stars in the sky were reflected on the Silver Lake. The breeze blew, and the water surface was covered with ripples like fish scales. The halo broke apart and scattered into a galaxy.

Buried in the parchment scroll, the official Orford lay down for a while. He looked at the horizontal lines carved on the table. It represented the thirty-third day of their arrival at the Silver Sea. It was just six sunsets after the full-army exercise.

Before he closed his eyes, Bachelor Bass Porter had begun snoring. Through the light of the campfire, he could vaguely see two blood guards standing motionless outside the tent.

Finally, he finally fell asleep under the maester's dream talk and the breeze, and he seemed to hear the sound of the horn constantly in his ears.

Later, he suddenly woke up. The maester was still sleeping, and the blood guards outside the tent disappeared. The bright moon shone through the gaps between the tents, and the wind stopped.

He could hear hoarse laughter and rapid horse hooves coming from not far away, mixed with the sound of metal colliding. The sound gradually disappeared, as if it was heading towards the center of the camp.

A head suddenly popped out of the tent door, and Ofer sat up alertly, only to find that it was a blood guard in armor. He walked into the tent, looked at the steward, and whispered:

"Sir, the khal summoned you and the maester to the central tent."

Ofer then stood up quickly, but the feeling of uneasiness still did not leave his heart, and even became stronger.

He walked quickly to the maester and gently woke him up. After a brief conversation, the two quickly left the tent and disappeared in the firelight.

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Dawn woke up after a night of sleep, and the gentle dawn light fell on every leaf. The cool wind brought the swaying dewdrops to smile.

From a distance, the green waves were undulating, and the whole grassland was as spectacular as a golden ocean.

It was still early, and there was still a cool breath in the air. The captains of the left and right wings were already waiting in front of the central tent of the khal.

When the captain of the blood guard, Norhat, opened the tent door, they walked in in an orderly manner under the leadership of Orver and Bas Porter.

"Wes Dothrak has sent troops, and 200,000 troops are heading for Silver Lake." After everyone sat down, Mongo, who was studying the map, turned around and shouted.

The atmosphere became boiling for a while. While he was talking, he was also observing the expressions of the captains of the captains. The affairs officer and the maester had learned the news last night, and their expressions did not change at all.

Seeing that the eyes of others were full of excitement or surprise, he nodded involuntarily. In his opinion, this was the morale of the army.

Hasha, who stood out in the whole army exercise and temporarily took over the left wing captain, drew out his scimitar and shouted angrily:

"Damn old women of Dosh Kallin, they dared to take the initiative to attack and ruined our plan of surrounding but not fighting.

"Everyone, don't get angry! "Monggo was extremely calm and said calmly: "In a sense, we don't have the strength to implement this tactic. This time it was just a coincidence. Moreover, the battlefield situation changes rapidly. The enemy noticed our plan in time, and it is impossible to attack the reinforcements." "It's a pity. We could have easily won the victory." Hasha stood there blankly like a tree, muttering. He seemed to have suffered a great loss, and his eyes showed regret. Others were like him, with more or less reluctant expressions on their faces. Monggo looked at them and could indeed understand what they were thinking. He smiled and said: "There are also real wise men in the Holy City. Everyone must not overestimate their own combat power and underestimate their opponents. "

After warning these proud generals, he ordered the maester to take out the intelligence sent by the spies from Vaes Dothrak and read it to everyone.

When he heard this information again, he couldn't help but reveal a strange smile on his face. He felt as if he was in the hall of Dosh Khaleen, hearing those lies about power struggles and various ulterior motives.

Even though the excitement and excitement had passed, he would still feel that Dosh Khaleen was a good teammate.

He originally thought that two completely different intelligence reports would be sent from the Holy City, and another spy war would be carried out in secret. He needed to verify Bono and Moso. Who of the two khals is more trustworthy and whose information is true.

Unexpectedly, the two pieces of intelligence are almost exactly the same, recording the entire meeting of the enemy in detail, and the humiliation of them by Doshi Kallin is indispensable.

Although the maester tried to be as brief as possible, by the time he finished speaking, Mungo had already been drowsy. He perked up and said seriously:

"The Sarn River and the Great Lake can cover our rear, but they are not the magic weapon to win. Moreover, this is the final decisive battle, and the victory achieved by defense will be meaningless. According to the intelligence from the Holy City, I decided to take the initiative to attack."

"Next, please be sure to follow my orders. Those who disobey the orders will be killed."

Upon hearing this, everyone stood up and bowed to say yes.

Mungo looked at everyone with sharp eyes, and said in an extremely solemn voice:

"Let me tell you about the plan of the Holy City first, so that you can know what situation we are facing. "

"The enemy's total strength is over 200,000, almost twice ours, led by the Ogo and Sote tribes, who together have 80,000 warriors."

"Mosokao is the vanguard of the Holy City. He is our companion. Doshkarin forced him to serve as bait. Sotekao is a wise and brave man. You must be careful about this person. It is he who saw our siege. It was his intention not to fight that prompted this decisive battle, and it was he who proposed to march with the vanguard, because he knew that Mosokao's 10,000 cavalry alone would not be able to induce us to pursue. "

"The Holy City's plan is to lead us into the encirclement at the foot of the Mother Mountain through the defeat of the vanguard. This is a tactic we often use. This is how the Dothraki defeated the Salor hundreds of years ago."

"Great Kaa, please allow me to speak." As soon as he stopped, Harsha immediately raised his head, stood up proudly, and said loudly:

"The place where the enemy wants to set up an ambush is within the inspection range of our left wing. I have personally climbed over the mountains, rivers and grasslands here countless times and know every path there. The soldiers on the left wing are all brave and good at fighting, so please You allow us, Wanhu on the left, to be the vanguard and charge into battle for you.”

"Hasha, if your left wing knows the road there, then from the Great Lakes to Our Lady's Mountain, there is no land that our right wing is not familiar with. Without our attack in this war, the enemy may not even know the words "valiant and good at fighting". meaning."

"Yes! Whenever the Holy City's scouts leave the city, we rely on us to hunt and drive them away. If it weren't for our sacrifices, how could you sit back and relax, and how could you freely climb mountains and let horses roam on the grasslands?"

For many people, this was a completely new sight. The bachelors looked at the right-wing leaders in amazement and spoke angrily of their previous competition with the left-wing.

There are two more updates. The coding is a bit slow today. One chapter should be released at 12 o'clock. The remaining one may be released a little later. To apologize, there will be three updates tomorrow.