Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

It was a gray, dreary day near the end of the long summer, when the north wind swept through the terrifying forests and grottoes of Ifverlon and over the pale snow-capped peaks of Mount Madonna.

Broken clouds billowed in the sky, appearing low and heavy. When the belated dawn began to shine, nearly 700,000 people were ready to go. They were ready to take advantage of the cool weather and move towards their respective pastures.

Mongo, like an ordinary Dothraki, wears a brown leather vest with black patterns, and a black Valyrian steel scimitar tied to his bronze belt.

This weapon has not yet been named, but others have spontaneously called it "Weeping Blood", not only because of the bloody lines on the dragon bone handle that are like flaming stars, but also because of its large-scale killing in the war.

He rode his fiery red horse back and forth among the ranks, looking at the faces of each tribesman affectionately, keeping them firmly in mind, and tirelessly telling the leaders to take care of their safety and maintain the glory of Dothraki.

"Let's go! Let all the Dothraki enemies flee!" Menggo stood in front of the bronze horse gate of the Holy City and shouted like thunder.

Nohat held a galloping gilded paper in his hand and followed closely beside Kaa. He took out a huge horn from behind, brought it to his mouth and blew hard.

The sound of the vast horn resounded through the sky and echoed on the Holy Mountain of the Grassland. As soon as all the tribesmen in Vaes Dothraki heard the sound, they immediately took action.

The tribesmen who stayed in the Holy City stood by the Avenue of the Gods and watched them leave. They unanimously sang ancient Dothraki hymns loudly to bless those who traveled far.

It wasn't until all the thousands of households walked out of the mamen, merged into the grassland, and disappeared into the distant horizon that they quietly turned around and plunged into a new working life.

Meng Ge and his group walked slowly on the grassy road, followed by Ofer, the clerk holding a city sketch, and Bass Potter, a bachelor holding a pen and paper.

Nohat and other bloodriders lined up in two lines to guard, staring sharply at the surroundings, wary of the eyes and ears coming from the Free Trade City.

Perhaps these city-states have learned about the unification of the Dothraki, and will be terrified and use any means necessary. Soon, spies and assassins will be flooding the eastern grasslands.

After nearly 700,000 tribesmen left, the Holy City suddenly became very desolate. Compared with the capitals of other countries, the place seemed lifeless.

Mengge looked at the various strange buildings on the left and right sides with interest, then shook his head, summoned Ofer and the bachelor to his side, and lowered his voice:

"Before Harsha and Sauter open a trade route, your main task is to dismantle these crumbling wooden towers and try your best to clear away the straw woven buildings that are prone to fire."

"The Holy City doesn't have that many people now. We can allocate those spacious halls, stone tents, and marble pyramids to the tribes. If we pass on this decree first, the residents who have benefited will be obliged to try their best to help. you."

"The continuous long summer has caused less and less precipitation, and the Silver Sea is drying up. It is very difficult to use water in the grassland, but the groundwater is buried relatively deep. We do not have the technology to dig deep wells to provide water for the tribesmen.

"So as long as there is an opportunity, we need to build a ditch around the city to bring the river from the Notre Dame Mountain and the water from the Holy Lake into the city, so that the tribes do not have to walk for more than half a day on horseback to carry the water back to the city. , you need to discuss a feasible plan with the craftsmen.”

The bachelor and the clerk made notes on the sketches in their hands, but when they heard the proposal to build the canal, they stopped quickly and couldn't help but look at each other. The decree was very beneficial, but it was very difficult to implement it.

Neither of them wanted to take the initiative to persuade Kaa. They glared fiercely at each other, and the two sides were on the verge of breaking out.

The two of them were silent and hesitant for a moment, before Ofo took the lead and said tangledly:

"It is Dothraki tradition not to desecrate the Mother Mountain and the Womb Lake of the World. This would shake the hearts of the people."

"Then let them shatter!"

Meng Ge's face was tense, his expression was cold and arrogant, like an eagle soaring in the sky, he said contemptuously:

“Those who pray to the gods and complain when there is not enough water are only those who have no faith or are lazy.”

"But we are still bound by the oath of the gods." The bachelor raised his head and said. There was a sense of shame in his words, indicating that he did not fully agree with what he said.

Meng Ge firmly believes that man can conquer nature. Even if there are gods in this world, they do not have the power to make people's lives better.

He suppressed his boredom with these restrictions and said in a quiet and dignified manner:

"Ofer, Bass Potter, you all swore allegiance to me before I became king. You also know very well that for me, the lives of my tribe are more precious than any wealth. Listen, Even those who have never seen the dawn are unwilling to vow to walk on the road of darkness for their entire lives.”

"Ves Dothraki is at the foot of the Mother Mountain, and the Womb Lake of the World is not far away from us. This project will not harm the people, but it can make everyone live a better life, so no god can stop me from walking here. road.”

"You and other Dothraki people don't know where your strength lies yet. You must believe in yourself and keep hope at all times. I will bless all those who long for a better life, and may the sun always shine on their faces."

"I wish Dothraki a long and prosperous life!" The two of them smiled happily and respectfully accepted the order, but they couldn't help but sigh in a low voice:

"It seems that we won't be able to enjoy some rest and relaxation. We will give you a complete plan as soon as possible. It won't take too long!"

The group trampled on the remains of statues of gods on both sides of the road, left the Avenue of the Gods, and walked along a rugged path. Their goal was the Prophet's Hall where Doshkarin once stayed.

A miserable person who has always been imprisoned is being held there. Of course, the treatment he enjoys this time is much better than before. I believe he will not commit acts of massacre and revenge again.

This is indeed the case. For Bono, although he wakes up and faces the exact same scenery every day, this place is more spacious than the small dark room where Doshkarin imprisoned him.

At first, some people came to accuse him of being disrespectful to the prophet, but after that no one questioned him again, and the guards did not treat him harshly in terms of food and drink.

However, he was still very anxious at this time: whether he would spend the rest of his life in captivity. He asked the guards to send a message and wanted to meet the great Kaa, but there seemed to be no news at all.

At this moment, a group of armored soldiers walked into the prophet's hall. These soldiers looked ugly, said nothing, and covered their mouths and noses with their hands. They roughly stripped off his blood-stained and smelly clothes. Clean and tidy.

Then he placed a bucket of water heavily in front of him, along with a brand new set of clothes.

The cold water splashed on Bono's face, causing him to wake up from his confusion in an instant. He didn't care about the outcome of his life or death. He drove away the surrounding flies and eagerly picked up the water to wash it off.

In the evening, the armored warrior arranged a sumptuous meal for him. He devoured it, knowing calmly in his heart: Meng Ge wanted to see him. If he could not show the value of his continued existence, this meal would be his last. dinner.

The original work does not have the area of ​​each continent. I set the distance from Braavos to Volantis to be 1,100 kilometers. This is roughly the distance from Brittany, France to Monaco in the real world. According to this calculation, The Holy City is at the foot of the Notre Dame Mountain, about 30 kilometers away. The World's Womb Lake is farther away, about more than 100 kilometers away. Based on this calculation, the area of ​​​​this lake is at least 3,000 square kilometers. It took Mongo four months to lead the tribe from Volantis to the Silver Sea, and they stopped for more than a month. It turned out that Drogo took Daenerys from Pentos back to the Holy City for nearly a year. I also went to many places and walked more slowly. These times and distances I mentioned are only approximate, so don’t criticize me too much.