Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The night fell on the land in front of us, and the moon rose slowly. In the silver glow, the fertile grassland was like an endless sea, undulating up and down.

The warriors of the Monggo tribe began to move out of camp and rode forward slowly. The sound of wolves howling came in the wind. When they thought that many of their compatriots had died in the battle, they felt heavy-hearted.

The road they took stretched to the river. The riverbed was covered with countless aquatic plants, and the sound of water splashing against rocks could be heard all the time.

The wolves gathered near the water source, staring at their prey with greedy eyes. When they saw the cavalry army covered with silver light under the moonlight, they felt an incomparable fear and disappeared.

Soon, they left the sad river bay and came to the ancient road leading to the Holy Mother Mountain. The cavalry quickened their pace on the short grass and hard ground. By midnight, the mountain range was only a vague outline in sight.

They camped on a large meadow to rest, and many people took the time to sleep for a while, but not long after, the patrol cavalry blew the harsh wolf bone whistle, and everyone woke up.

The moon had begun to set, and the stars in the sky shone on the earth. There were subtle horse hoof sounds in the distance, and some dark shadows that were even gloomier than the night were moving towards them.

"Stay where you are, don't draw your bow, let them come, they are our people!" Mengge's eyes penetrated the darkness and saw the people coming, and he reminded loudly.

Finally, the shadows finally stopped, and everyone saw that these cavalrymen were wearing the armor of the Blood Guard.

They quickly jumped off their horses, walked quickly to Mungo, knelt on the ground, and even the black tassels on the top of their helmets were heavily stuck in the mud. They said in a muffled voice:

"Khal, we failed to pass your order to Captain Harsha..."

"Get up!"

Before the leading blood guard ten-household leader finished speaking, Mungo had already ridden around them. His eyes were fixed on the four old Dothraki who hurriedly turned over and dismounted, standing there somewhat at a loss.

One of the old men had gray hair on his temples after being weathered by time, but his tall body was still straight, looking heroic and powerful.

He saw Mongol jump off his horse and walk towards him. Joy was revealed in his slightly sunken eye sockets. Then he put his hands on his chest, bowed solemnly, and said loudly: "I am Mosso, the great khal of the Dothraki Sea. These are my companions behind me." At this point, he kicked the closest companion hard, signaling them to quickly express their respect to the noble man. "Mosso, you have come so far to meet me," Mongol said with a smile: "The war is finally over. We finally meet, but in a completely unexpected place. If it were in my tent, I would have to welcome you with the most grand banquet." "Great khal, please call me Mosso. The old man who was determined to swear allegiance could no longer bear it and reminded him. "So this is the scene of good friends meeting!" The smile on Mongol's face became more friendly, and he enthusiastically held Mosso's shoulders and said. "Great khal, you are too polite! "Mosso bowed again, and his companions behind him also followed suit and bowed deeply: "It is my honor to be friends with you. Today is really a day full of miracles. A legendary figure appeared in front of me." Then, he looked at the blood guards who brought them here, and lowered his voice: "Please don't blame these hard-working people. I should tell you about our previous experience first. It may sound more comfortable." Monggu had a lot of speculations from the moment he saw Mosso. Only one story could correspond to the time they appeared. However, the other party might be telling another story, so he took Mosso and his companions and sat down beside a bonfire with a blazing flame. The blood guards brought them some rice water. "Captain Hasha received my message and led the army to Weiss Dothrak in advance. "

When Moso said this, a trace of joy flashed across his face, but when he thought of the Holy City, hatred surged in his heart again, burning his body like a raging fire. After a while, he gritted his teeth and continued:

"At the military meeting of Dosh Khaleen, they forced me to fight with you as a vanguard, trying to lure your army into the trap step by step. Sot was the only one who took the initiative to share the burden with me, which touched me very much, and he looked handsome and wise, like a very reliable person, so I believed his sweet words. "

It's a pity that the affairs officer and the maester were not present at this time, otherwise they would definitely say that when dealing with enemies like the Dothraki, strategy is always more important than bravery.

"What happened next? "Nohat was eager to know who betrayed them, and asked immediately.

When Moso thought of this, he felt that Sote must have a wolf's heart instead of a human heart, and continued:

"After the meeting, Ogo and his son Fogo began to arrest spies in the city, and took the opportunity to place their confidants in various tribes, trying to control all the troops. Please rest assured that your warrior Lalo and his companions were hidden by me in advance. "

"But the day before Ogo assembled the army, he was attacked by an assassin and seriously injured. He could only hand over the management of the tribe to his son, and gave up the responsibility of commander of the Holy City Army to Sauter. Doshkarin also Framed, this is the crime you ordered the spies to commit."

Meng Ge did not expect that there would be so many accidents. However, based on the information obtained from interrogating the prisoners, which also corresponded to what Mosuo said, he concluded at that time that the Holy City Army must have had an accident.

Therefore, when the scouts reported the news for the second time, they immediately sent the bloodriders back to convey the order: Let Harsha march to Vaes Dothraki, pay close attention to all the situations there, and if there is an accident, directly capture the holy city.

Mosuo's gray beard twitched, a scowl appeared on his face, his tone became a little more serious, and he shouted:

"Sote is even more hateful than Ogo. He took over as the commander-in-chief of the Holy City Army and didn't want to be the so-called vanguard anymore. He actually sent troops to escort me all the way and drove me to the battlefield."

"Your identity has been exposed. Sauter wants us to kill each other." Mengge patted Mosuo on the shoulder, indicating that the other party should calm down his anger, and explained:

"The assassin who murdered Ogo should have been sent by him. The purpose was not because he wanted to be the commander-in-chief, because he didn't want to fight me to the death. He just wanted the Holy City Army to be defeated earlier and faster, so that more people would die. After all, he has regarded these soldiers as his own wealth."

"When the Holy City Army was defeated, the Ogo tribe was exhausted, and important figures from other tribes fled dead or wounded. He was unscathed and became the strongest Kaa in the alliance. Then he pretended to return to defend the Holy City and disguise himself as a hero. , Savior, negotiate peace with me and divide the Dothraki Sea. In short, this is probably his entire plan. "

Seeing Mosuo nodding his head repeatedly with contented joy on his face, as if he had heard the same words before, he couldn't help but ask:

"You should have met my steward and bachelor?"

The expressions of Mosso and his companions were a little unnatural, and they replied in a loud voice:

"We met at Silversea Camp."

Under the light of the fire, Meng Ge also discovered that they were all injured. In an instant, everything became clear: this was a battle with Hasha. If they had not surrendered quickly enough, they might have lost their lives. It was probably because of their hatred. special important reasons.

Thinking of this, Mongo's heart finally felt at ease. Ofer, Bas Potter and Harsha knew that Vaes Dothraki did not have many garrison troops, so they would never miss this opportunity.