Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

"Fogo, son of Khal Ogo, will you listen to me?"

Sotekao spoke up to stop the argument. He slowly left the chair and weakly walked towards Fogo. The female warrior beside him quickly walked to him and supported him.

Although he still looks heroic, one can feel a kind of steely perseverance.

But the two people who came to meet him noticed that the man who came down from the throne was very pale, and his abdomen was wrapped in thick linen, with some clearly visible blood stains still on it.

"Are you also injured? Is this another despicable assassination by Meng Ge?" the older bloodrider beside Fogo asked in surprise.

When his eyes rested on Sotka'o, he showed a deep feeling of worry, because as the other party slowly approached, the strong body exuded a familiar herbal smell.

This was the second time that he smelled this kind of scent in the camp of a Khal, and the previous one was his "blood of my blood" - Ogo Khal. Otherwise, this meeting would not have been possible. It was up to Fogo to finish.

Sotekao walked in front of the two of them, and with his arms freed from the support of the female warrior Samiliana, he slowly straightened up, stood with his head raised and chest raised, his dark eyes sparkling, and he said seriously to Fogo. :

"I don't have time to tell you everything that happened here. After we win the victory, I can tell you everything more completely, but I still have to remind you carefully. Be careful. The enemy's spy network is deeper than we imagined. To be strong, you are about to face unprecedented dangers.

His words became more and more urgent, and his voice became lower and lower, but the light in Fogo's eyes became more and more intense, and he responded with extremely tough momentum:

"The evil choice has come at this moment. The elderly can only live and grow old. Only the hands of the young can hold the scimitar."

After hearing this, Sotkaao was silent for a moment, staring at the proud young man standing in front of him, both of them motionless.

"Son Ma, shut up." Onlookers yelled and reprimanded.

The older bloodrider who followed Fogo fell into a daze for a moment. When he was awakened by the scolding, he immediately scolded him sternly:

"Shut up, Fogo."

Then, he looked at Sotka'o again and said in a trembling voice:

"The Dothraki are never afraid of danger. He is just carried away by excitement and makes mistakes. We firmly believe that you and Ogo Khal will soon regain their vitality, hold the scimitar again, and take charge of the Dothraki Sea. stable."

Sotekao ignored these explanations, stared at the unhappy young man with a solemn expression, and said in a cold and majestic voice:

"Most wise men will not refuse the advice of others. Fogo, son of Khal Ogo, you are a stupid and ignorant donkey. Shut up and stop showing off your meager courage. I have experienced countless tests of war and death. , don’t waste your time arguing with ignorant people.

"However, since Khal Ogo has left the tribe in your charge, and I am injured and unable to charge forward, you will be the commander-in-chief of the Holy City's army."

"Just to bring victory to your throne, respected Sote Khal!" the older bloodrider quickly and respectfully replied.

In fact, his heart was far from as calm as he showed on the surface. His slightly wrinkled hands tightly grasped Fogo's arms, not daring to let him move at all.

Originally, Khal Ogo was the most powerful and legitimate military commander of all the khaori in the Holy City.

However, when he was searching for Mongo's spies in the complicated and chaotic city, he was assassinated and seriously injured, which gave Sotekao the opportunity to lead the army.

And how did the assassin break through the heavily guarded army camp and seriously injured the man in front of him? How did he willingly give up this power to Fogo? Is he really a selfless person?

The elderly bloodrider secretly looked at the injuries on Soteka'o's body from the corner of his eye and asked:

"Our situation can be said to be extremely critical. I don't understand. You already know that Mosokao is Mengge's spy, and you still want him to pass on the battle plan and lead the army to carry out the task of luring the enemy?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Sotka'o's face, and all the haggardness caused by the injury disappeared in a smile, but he did not answer the question, and everything became quiet.

In the silence, everyone heard an old and somewhat hoarse voice saying:

"That's because you don't know Meng Ge yet, or maybe you only know him in everyone's impression."

The older bloodriders could understand that the Sauter tribe blocked them from the camp and confiscated their weapons because of the caution caused by the assassination, but they could not forgive the old man with snow-white hair who was talking.

He couldn't help but asked in a mocking tone:

"What impression? Kindness? Stop playing with your mystifying words. Shouldn't a wise man just state the truth he knows? Maybe you can give us some advice!"

The white-haired old man seemed not to have heard the sarcasm. He sat motionless on his seat and said expressionlessly:

“There are things you should not say to a fool, and a fool will get no guidance from my mouth.”

"Menggo is indeed a kind person. His kindness is never directed at a specific person, but towards all Dothraki. Otherwise, he only needs a fire before we expel the spies from the Holy City." Destroy everyone and win easily."

"It is this kind of kindness that makes him shoulder an inexplicable sense of responsibility. He relies on his powerful force to personally carry out some risky tasks. At the same time, this is also his biggest weakness. He always uses resourcefulness, hoping to be able to do it with the least amount of effort. Loss is exchanged for the greatest gain, such as the hundreds of thousands of tribesmen who returned to the Holy City intact after the war."

"Mercy? It's greed, right? If the flames engulf the Holy City, what kind of wealth can he get?" the elder Blood Guard responded in a nagging tone.

"Indeed, kings are all greedy." The white-haired old man obviously didn't like others commenting on Mengge like this. A hint of boredom flashed in his eyes, and he continued:

"There has never been a so-called luring the enemy deep. The intelligence transmitted by Mosokao is also one of our plans. This intelligence will make Meng Ge feel that he has a chance to win, lower his alertness, and blindly target the information in the intelligence. Corresponding strategy.”

Having said this, the old man's eyes had no other luster than a ruthless look. He raised his voice:

"There is only one real purpose, which is to reduce the number of troops that Meng Ge can lead personally, so that he can take the initiative to fight us."

"According to the information we gave him, he definitely needs to send troops to face the false enemy troops. There are only his spies from the Mosuo tribe. With his kindness, there will definitely be many soldiers stationed at the Silver Sea camp. So, if If Meng Ge comes to attack, based on Kao's and my estimation, he can still lead at most half of his troops, which is about 60,000 soldiers."

"As for us, except for the troops maintaining security in the Holy City, Kaa has taken away almost all the soldiers there. Without the Mosuo tribe, our strength is still undiminished. A total of 200,000 troops have been assembled and hidden here. If this is a decisive battle, , our strength advantage has changed from two times to three times.”

"Secondly, in view of his powerful body, which is comparable to the stone giant in legend, Kaa passed Samiliana, the end point of the Stone Road in the Skeleton Mountains, and traded with the trading town of the Orange Dynasty in the Far East, which was newly established by the descendants of the Golden Celestial Dynasty. The regime, some special weapons capable of killing the dragon, will appear in this war."

"Under the hill is the burial place of Mongo's bones."

Everyone also turned their attention to the south. Their thoughts crossed the stretching grassland to the end of the Silver Sea. Where is the horse riding the world now?