Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The sky at dawn was still gray, as black as night. The clouds were very low, like an ominous shadow covering the city. The strong wind followed the heavy rain, pouring towards the earth like a collapse of the sky.

Bono spent a long night in the prophet's hall of Vaes Dothraki, with his fate uncertain. He listened with fear to Mongo's details on various methods of obtaining intelligence and supervising the leader.

He would often cast fearful glances at Kaa, and he could not help but shudder every time he looked at him, because he felt that the other person's calm eyes were glowing in the shadows, like the eyes of a devil.

The soul turmoil of forbearing revenge had long since disappeared, and he was becoming more and more frightened, especially the unheard-of cruel punishment that was almost a demonic act, which frightened him out of his mind.

All of this completely destroyed his soul and evoked a terrible feeling that was intertwined with despair, awe and sinking. It took a lot of torture for him to restrain himself from going crazy.

He was numb both physically and mentally, and completely lost his judgment. He only felt that he was in a vast dark night, and beyond the dark night there was still night. What he was about to plunge into was a bottomless abyss full of sin and terror.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rescued him. An armored soldier hurriedly ran outside the door and shouted in panic:

"Great Khal, the gods are angry, and heavy rain will flood the holy city."

"Let's go and have a look!"

The calm answer came from Meng Ge's chest, just like what others said. He stood up calmly and walked out of the palace unhurriedly.

Vaes Dothraki stands on a flat grassland. The terrain is not high. Over the centuries, it has even become somewhat sunken. There are no drainage channels in the city. If there is continuous heavy rain, there is a risk of overturning.

As soon as he stepped out of the palace gate, the rain pillars flying all over the sky became more and more raging, like thousands of sharp arrows, attacking overwhelmingly and unstoppably. The strong wind blew through, rolling up countless water whips and lashing him hard.

Thunder roared in the sky, making a very terrifying rumbling sound, as if the bottom of the earth was also shaking. The trees were bent down and howled by the storm. The crackling of broken branches filled the entire road. The weeds were struggling, desperately holding on to the earth, doing In a last-ditch effort, the frightened horses broke free from the reins, neighing and running around in the rain, trying to escape the torrential rain.

Holding the handle of the "Crying Blood" knife in his hand, Meng Ge braved the wind and rain and walked forward fearlessly.

Seeing this situation, the bloodriders who were originally panicked and bewildered showed savage expressions on their faces, and they immediately followed closely in silence, as if there was an unconquerable force driving them.

He had just controlled the frightened horse and was about to get on his horse and lead people to inspect and rescue the severely affected urban area.

Suddenly there was a loud sound of earth shattering in the distance. He raised his head and looked to the north, only to see the impatient thunder roaring and roaring on the top of the mountain, and the dazzling electric light illuminated the scary peak all the time, threatening Looking at the sky.

"The Wrath of the Gods!"

"Our Lady of the Mountain! Doshkarin, if the prophet is gone, who can come to save us?"

Many people gathered outside the Prophet's Hall to pray. They were trembling with fear from this terrible scene and knelt down uneasily towards the Mount of Our Lady. The whole city was immersed in the annihilation of all hope.

Meng Ge's solemn expression froze, he straightened his chest, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and shouted in a cold and clear voice:

"Dothraki, descendants of the Horse God! We have experienced countless death tests, don't waste time on useless prayers, thunder and rain are not worth fearing..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a rumble of thunder, and even the last bit of light in the sky was obscured by dark clouds. The whole world became darker, as if it was suddenly shrouded in a long night.

The inspiring speech turned into weak resistance, and everyone could only see the anger of the gods roaring on the towering peak.

In the darkness, the bloodriders heard Kaa's hoarse voice murmuring: "The gods are rampant, the red comet has arrived, and the magic has just begun to recover. Do you dare to threaten me?"

A dazzling bright light flashed, lightning struck the roof of the Prophet's Temple, and a blue arc of light burst into Meng Ge's body. He was unharmed, but the horse he was holding was like charcoal, twitching and fell.

Then everything fell silent, and except for the bloodriders who had sworn allegiance, everyone lay motionless on the ground.

Mengge kicked down the kneeling men blocking the way and walked forward slowly. The bloodriders behind him walked quickly to him and surrounded him. He pushed these warriors away and walked forward alone, letting people You can feel a kind of steely perseverance.

He walked to the Avenue of the Gods and stood with his head held high with unrivaled momentum. When he looked at the sky, his dark eyes were shining brightly. The bloodriders also stood nearby fearlessly, fighting against Ka. Ao looked north side by side.

"King of the Dothraki, the Great Khal!" a hearty voice shouted:

"You are the source of faith for all loyal people and the strength of the heroic spirit. When you are in need, I will abide by my oath and move forward without hesitation."

Bachelor Bas Potter, stewards Ofer, Nohat and others came over quickly. They guarded Mongo and put their lives in Kaa's hands.

Meng Ge held the handle of the knife tightly, the light in his eyes getting stronger and stronger. He suddenly pulled out the scimitar and waved it under the thunder. Then he roared, gathering the strength in his chest, and with a powerful voice, shouted:

"What can you do to me!"

The strong wind blew violently, and the heavy rain formed a waterfall, just like the roaring waves of the North Sea, rolling and surging.

Mongol held up the "Weeping Blood" and pointed at the Mother Mountain under the sky. Everyone could feel a hidden power from him. He shouted loudly: "Give the gods a piece of advice. If you are blood-eating evil gods, just hide in the shadows honestly. Look at the ruins of the gods under my feet. I will raise an army to fight in the future to avenge today. The magnificent temples you built will be destroyed. The flames and anger will engulf your thrones and believers. What can you do then?" He kicked down the statues on both sides of the road, waved his arms like a giant, and roared loudly: "I am a horse riding the world, I am the king of Dothraki, I am invincible, I can summon unparalleled power in the world, howl in despair! My arrival is the end of the gods!" The end of the storm and the brightness of the sky are just a matter of a moment. In this shout, even the thunder that was hanging a thousand pounds was in danger. The darkness instantly dissipated, and a high and clear blue gap appeared in the sky. The breeze and drizzle began to drift, and the dark clouds began to slowly roll and disperse.

A ray of sunlight broke through the hole in the clouds in front of him, shining like gold, so pleasant.

The rain gathered into many small streams on the road, flowing to the lower place, and then gathered into shallow lakes there. People smiled in the bright morning light, their hearts were full of joy, and they all sang songs to bless the great Kao.

In all the worlds, either the east wind suppressed the west wind, or the west wind suppressed the east wind. This time, the king's power prevailed over the divine power.