Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The night was getting darker and darker under a large number of dark clouds. The north wind blew through the gaps in the window sill of the palace, sounding more like shrill shouts and sharp roars.

The armored cavalry brought a lot of firewood and placed it in piles on the rocky ground. Then they inserted the torch in their hands into it, and the red and yellow flames quickly emerged and turned into a raging fire.

Bono watched all this with great interest. When he saw the firelight, he was overjoyed. The red light reflected on his indulgent face.

He swallowed a cup of fragrant and hot kumiss with satisfaction, and immediately felt refreshed and energetic. His limbs and bones became very light, as if he could survive even life and death.

At this moment, Meng Ge and his party also stopped outside the Prophet's Hall. The bloodriders guarding outside the hall bowed their heads and saluted when they saw the figure of the great Kaa.

With a keen sense, he suddenly noticed a gloomy atmosphere and immediately raised his head to look at the sky. The stars in the night sky seemed to be obscured by some kind of black shadow and disappeared from the world. The towering mountain peaks in the distance were completely shrouded in dark clouds.

In order to ensure the privacy of the following conversation, he asked all his subordinates to go to a nearby courtyard to rest and wait. He walked alone on the dark steps towards the Prophet's Hall. With his extraordinary sense of smell, he could also smell The smell of blood remains here,

Standing outside the bright palace door, Meng Ge felt something floating on his arm. He reached out and touched it, and saw a drop of crystal clear water falling on his arm, reflecting the light of the fire.

In an instant, the heavy rain came, like thousands of arrows firing in unison, without any delay. The sky was full of dancing rain lines, lashing on the steps, and the water droplets splashed, making everyone confused.

"The stubborn tempers of the gods in this world are really wonderful, so good!" Mengge murmured in his mouth, raised his legs without hesitation, and stepped straight into the temple.

Bono was reveling around the dancing flames. Until now, he had not thought about the value of his continued existence. Death was like the towering and hard wall of this palace, tightly surrounding him and imprisoning him. He could only face it. There was a loud shouting all around.

Hearing the unfamiliar and heavy footsteps approaching, he turned his back to the visitor, breathed angrily for a while, then calmed down, turned around and prostrated on the ground, just like when he surrendered to Meng Ge, he decided again The fateful moment has arrived.

However, what Bono didn't expect was that a friendly hand stretched out in front of him first, but his body that was close to the ground did not even dare to move, and still lay there like a corpse.

"Give me your hand." After a moment of silence, a majestic and calm voice sounded in his ears: "Get up! You have contributed to me and are not my prisoner."

He raised his head cautiously, his face was very pale, and his face was covered in cold sweat. When he saw Meng Ge's smiling expression, his tense heart calmed down a little. He slowly handed over his hand and shouted excitedly:

"Great Khal, it is my honor to serve you!"

The smile on Meng Ge's face gradually disappeared. He held Bono's hand tightly, as if he wanted to cut it off with a pair of iron pliers, and said sternly:

"You are just a spy sent by me. Without my order, how could you dare to slaughter the entire Doshkarim? They imprisoned and tortured you, making you feel ashamed. You still have these emotions and are still qualified to possess the power of the Dothraki. honor?"

"Five fingers connected to the heart, I hope you can remember it firmly in your heart. Remember, you can take revenge on a group of old women, but you will not have the chance to take revenge on me. For the sake of your kindness in delivering the message for me, there will be another time , I will chop off your head without hesitation.

The severe pain made Bono's face look hideous, his body couldn't help but curl up and tremble in place, and sweat and incontinent tears couldn't stop falling down.

Anger and hatred just surged into his heart, and were instantly suppressed by pain and fear. As if he was releasing pain, he shouted loudly:

"Please forgive me! Please forgive my sin!"

Meng Ge did not let go immediately. It was not until Bono's shouts became hoarse and gradually turned into low moans that he slowly let go of the other party's already disabled hand, showed a friendly smile again, and said:

"The gods grant you health. You can still use your left hand to use a scimitar in the future. You will no longer suffer hardships and no longer need to shed tears. May the most merciful God make your happiness as endless as poisonous water!"

Bono's numb body was twitching slightly. He closed his bloodshot eyes tightly, endured the painful pain in his left hand, wiped away the flowing tears, and immediately knelt down in front of Meng Ge.

He opened his bloodless, even blue lips, and with a hoarse, dry voice, shouted loudly and with difficulty:

"Thank you for your forgiveness! This will never happen again."

Listening to these promises that were like nonsense, Meng Ge didn't believe a word. He stood in front of Bono and looked at him carefully. What kind of person was he? One who could easily fall at the feet of a powerful enemy and yet He can wield the butcher knife cruelly and mercilessly, killing defenseless people.

No wonder he can inherit the largest inheritance after Drogo's death. If Mongo hadn't appeared, Bono would have been one of the most powerful Khals in the Dothraki Sea, making other Khals frightened by the sound of the bell. Run far away.

However, this person was suitable to do some dark and shady things for him. He bent down slightly and lowered his voice and said:

"I will appoint you as an intelligence officer. You need to change your identity, return to the grassland, and establish a strict intelligence network for me. You will be directly responsible to me. You will be my walking eyes, detecting the enemy's traces on the grassland, and bribe people from all over the world. I work with slaves and merchants of the tribe, search for information on military, technology, geography, etc., eliminate enemy spies internally, supervise the words and deeds of grassland leaders at all levels, and inspect the civil affairs, finance and taxation of thousands of households. There is nothing that cannot be reported to me. of."

After hearing Kao's instructions, the pained look on Bono's face gradually disappeared. He nodded repeatedly, and as if that wasn't enough to prove his sincerity, he hurriedly shouted:

"I must do my best and continue to serve you, even if I lose my head!"

Meng Ge summoned the armored warriors and asked them to call the eunuch doctor to treat Bono. Then he sat by the campfire with satisfaction and told Bono about the operating style of some well-known intelligence agencies and the extreme standards they could achieve, until Dawn came the next day.

Needless to say, the role of intelligence is very broad. Whether it is political or military, only by obtaining enough information can we point out the direction for overall planning, and it is also the magic weapon for winning wars.

Since ancient times, local supervision has always been an important measure for centralization of power. The officials responsible for supervision have no less responsibilities than the prime minister.

Only through their eyes can the corruption of officials and the suffering of the people be successfully conveyed to the ears of the rulers. If the supervisory department is paralyzed, the country will not be far from destruction.

Most people believe that supervisory officials must exercise strict self-discipline, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the public and their authority will be undermined. However, it is difficult to find such people in the world.

Bono slaughtered the prophets of Doshkarim and violated the rule of not using force in the holy city. He had long been despised by all Dothraki. No one would associate with him, so he had to discipline himself.

Moreover, in the entire Dothraki Sea, only Mongo can protect his safety. He must be loyal and make some achievements that are enough to survive.

With his ruthlessness, he is the most suitable knife to stab others.