Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Anyone who saw Sote Khal riding a tall horse and standing on that mountain would say that he was a warrior made of steel.

He would never have imagined that he was standing there motionless now, making the most important decision in his life, until he completely convinced himself and felt at peace.

At this time, although the fog in the east had not completely disappeared, it had become thinner. However, in the end, something darker seemed to grow out of the mist.

Sotka'o rode forward, and now he was ready to endure all the pain. Perhaps in the future, not only would he not lose any honor, but he would be placed on the seat of the Virgin Mountain and worshiped as a hero by the Dothraki.

He used these distracting thoughts to strengthen his courage, his mind gradually became broader, and he began to have a strong confidence.

Deep in the forest ahead, tribal warriors have cleared a wide open space, and people coming and going carry dead wood and hay to light piles of bonfires.

When they saw Kaa riding a war horse, still tall and strong, they became excited and bowed their heads to show respect to him.

Everyone was very excited that night. They had a warm and safe night, and even their morale improved.

At dawn, a gust of wind blew away the mist, and the sky became clear, reflecting the brilliance of the morning sun. The snow on the peak turned red, and then dyed gold, and the temperature slowly increased.

In the tent deep in the forest, Sotka looked at the eunuch who was cleaning his wounds expressionlessly, and then asked his father who was sitting beside him:

"The Juggesnai people will definitely not break the promise!"

"According to the information from Kayakayanaya, they have already entered the Road of Steel. Maybe the scout had an accident. We may have to send more cavalry down the mountain. My father glanced sideways at the eunuch doctor and said in a deep voice Gave his own answers and suggestions.

Without saying a word, Sotekao finished treating the unhealed wounds, put on a fur robe, then tied the scimitar to his belt, and walked out of the tent with a somewhat hesitant pace.

The sun shines through the branches and leaves of the forest trees, casting mottled shadows on the damp ground. The surroundings are so silent that even my father can hear his own heartbeat.

His whole body was cold and stiff, almost completely like a fossil. He asked the eunuch doctor who was collecting sharp knives, needles and thread:

"Did he know something?"

Upon hearing this, the eunuch doctor gently put down the tools in his hand and turned around, as if he was sorting out treasures.

This is a young man with a shaved head and a somewhat thin body. His eyes are full of joking and he smiles:

"There is a look of fear in your eyes, father! Can you answer me honestly?"

The father raised his eyebrows in surprise, with a look of doubt on his face, and then said in a disgusted tone:

"Say it quickly!"

The eunuch doctor seemed to have been accustomed to this tone for a long time. His expression did not change at all, and he looked extremely calm and calm. He sat comfortably on the cushion made of leaves.

He looked at his father with proud and extremely contemptuous eyes, the same look his father always used to treat the weak and the defeated. Then, he asked in humble and courteous yet unscrupulous words:

"Father, revered Father! If your most promising son is castrated and becomes infertile and succeeds you as the new Father, will you still behave calmly, just like us sons? It’s the same as when you were forced to become a eunuch.”

"Stop complaining." The father sneered disdainfully: "You still want to threaten my son. Also, don't call me father. If I know that you can't even handle this little thing, I should put you in the doghouse, even if you have a dog, you are better than me!"

After asking what was in his heart, the eunuch doctor looked at his father with great earnestness, because he wanted to know whether his father would be sad or whether he would roar and order him to be executed.

But this rude and indifferent attitude caused a look of astonishment on his face.

Looking at the expression of the "eunuch's son", the father gradually became happy. He stood up and walked to the doctor. He knelt down and looked at the doctor carefully and said softly:

"My daughters gave birth to and raised children for Sauter and fought and shed blood for him. Now, it's time for him to repay. I also know that you really want to tear everything to pieces, but it's a pity that you can't do it. Your fangs have already You were knocked out by us, so be obedient and continue to use the herbs I gave you, otherwise your body will be sent to the desert to catch scorpions. This is the fine tradition of the country descended from Helcolon to maintain its rule!"

"Helcolon?" The eunuch doctor chuckled.

He felt that his father was insulting this name, because it was a legendary name with many titles - Azor Ahai, the terminator of the night, the hero who saved the world.

The doctor's eyes flashed with crazy light. He lay on the ground and took a step forward. He raised his head towards his father and whispered into his ear through gritted teeth in a painful and desperate tone:

"Is it our tradition to cooperate with the Dothraki and then treacherously assassinate the Alliance?"

"Don't forget, long before the country of the descendants of Heilkoron was lost in the yellow sand, we fought many bloody wars with the Juggsnai people. They poisoned our rivers and wells and burned down the towns."

"Even now, they will rob our people and use them as slaves, but you ordered Kayakayanaya to let the Juggsnai people pass the Steel Road. Is this also our glory?"

The father finally lost his temper. He snorted, his face flushed, he grabbed the eunuch doctor's collar with both hands, lifted his upper body into the air, and roared like a buffalo:

"Do you know what wisdom is? I want the blood of the Juggsnai and the Dothraki to be shed together."

At this moment, a shrill scream sounded in the tent. The body of the eunuch doctor had been thrown heavily to the ground. A thin sharp knife was inserted into the father's chest, and blood flowed out along his belt. .

He stumbled to his feet and walked towards the outside of the tent. When he tried his best to open the tent door, something came and hit him on the forehead, causing his face to bleed.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the forest in front of him. My father wiped the blood from his face with his hands, cleared his sight, and looked up. There were many female warriors holding spears and throwing stones walking towards him, and another one among them. There is a Dothraki holding a dagger, which is the bandit who was given the token yesterday.

The bandit quickened his pace, quickly ran to his father, thrust the dagger into his waist and abdomen, and said viciously:

"Sotkaao, let me say hello to you on his behalf. From now on, you will not owe each other anything."

"You seemed to like this dagger very much yesterday. You couldn't take your eyes off it. I'll give it to you."

My father fell on the dry branches and leaves accumulated over countless years. His soul seemed to have left his body long ago, and he could see the god of death rushing towards him across the snow-capped mountains.

There was only one thought in his mind: "Heercoron! Even the barbarians can't believe it."

The female warriors stuck their spears into the soil, stepped forward one after another, pulled out their daggers and stabbed them into their father's body.

They had no pity or condolences, they only felt that something in their souls was disintegrating, dying, and dissipating.