Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The sun was gradually setting below the horizon. When Daenerys's caravan set out again, the shadows in the forest gradually deepened. They were now heading in the direction of sparse trees.

The caravan had not gone far when night fell completely. The knights of the Golden Group immediately lit the torches they carried.

They entered the Forest of Qohor fourteen days ago. During this period, in addition to the necessary camping and rest every day, everyone had been walking on the road for days and days, exhausted.

The cool wind was like a child, blowing the leaves leisurely, and many sounds suddenly appeared around.

The caravan came to a circular open space where the trees had been cut down. There were dense wooden stakes on the ground, covered in the shadows of the grass.

Daenerys walked down from the carriage. The beautiful scenery in front of her made her hold her breath. She was standing on an open grassland.

Above is a clear sky with red stars hanging, and underfoot are all kinds of thriving lush green grass, on which there are many yellow star-shaped flowers, and between their thin stems and leaves, there are other white and blue flowers.

The city ruins not far away seem to float above the green clouds. As the night deepens, more and more golden fireflies begin to shine, and finally, the whole grassland seems to be submerged in the sea of ​​stars.

"Welcome to Esalia!"

The old knight Benede Berene held the hilt of the sword tightly with one hand, saluted meticulously, and then pointed to the scene in front of him with the other hand, and said to Daenerys and her maid:

"This is the east of the Forest of Qohor, and the vast Dothraki Sea is in front."

The long hair of the Targaryen princess swayed in the wind, as gorgeous as a silver river. Her petite body was dressed in a white robe and tied with a silver belt, as cold as the morning mist. Although she has not yet lost her youthfulness, she looks heroic.

Completely different from when she just left Pentos, the old knight could already feel a kind of forged steel-like perseverance from her. She was indeed a woman of royal blood.

Daenerys looked at the blood-red sky with her lavender eyes. After a moment of silence, she spoke in a clear voice like a silver bell:

"Look at the cold weeping blood star. This is a sign of the end and change of many things. The whole world will be turned upside down. Similarly, the grassland country has experienced many years of bloodshed and disputes, and it is also the time for change.

"I know that many knights may have doubts and disputes about my orders. They are worried that if they rush in like this, some unexpected situations that they don't want to see will happen before the Dothraki War is over."

"They think that they should not enter the grassland before one of Weiss Dothraki or Mongol Khal wins. I will not make any ruling on this question. I will let the carriage I am riding go at the front of the team. I will continue to move eastward. Whether there are knights guarding behind my carriage, I will wait for my future husband to greet me at the foot of the Holy Mother Mountain. "

"Respected Sir Berene, please tell the knights that it is easy to embroider on silk, but it is difficult to go to the snow to deliver charcoal to those in need for warmth. Only after experiencing hardships can one recognize a person's loyalty. If they do not offer their loyalty and bravery to the future king and make meritorious contributions, why should they demand a place in front of the king's fireplace and share the king's spoils of war. "

"Moreover, I hope they can recall the achievements of Mungo Khal and respect the glory he has won. He is still invincible. "

As the princess' voice became stronger and stronger, Benede Berene's grip on the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter. He summoned the guards around to protect Daenerys, bowed respectfully, and then walked towards the knights' station of the Golden Company.

Although the words just now were mixed with Valyrian and Dothraki, he also listened to some of them when the princess was learning, and he could fully understand the meaning.

Yes! The honor and cause of the Golden Company were fought for by generations of exiles. If there were no wars and no bloodshed and sacrifice, what could they ask the king to take them home.

There is no horse king more powerful than Mungo Khal on the grassland. That is their greatest hope.

Beneid Berene thought the princess' words were very wise. He rode on the flat grassland, quickened his pace, and soon came to the outside of the knights' station.

"Ha! That's the Dothraki, a full 200,000 troops." A knight sneered and sarcastically said.

"Gold is above, cold iron is below, and words are as good as gold. Have you forgotten? Do you want to discredit the mercenary group? "Someone shouted the battle slogan and motto of the Golden Group, hoping to win back those cowards.

"What reputation do mercenaries have? We are homeless and a group of losers. Cold Iron is a failure, so is Blackfire. This is a team of losers."

"The Golden Group has been against the Targaryens for a hundred years, and you, just went to Pentos and attended a banquet, and you are going to fight for this sweet Targaryen princess. Ha! It's amazing."

The sneers and scoldings from the station fell on Bened's heart like ice water. He squeezed the horse's belly hard and rushed into the knight's station with a cold face.

The white hair like silver threads was still clearly visible in the dark night. In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed with anger like a raging fire.

He pulled out the long sword from his waist, knocked down those cowards who were mocking others, and controlled the war horse to run rampant in the station.

Soon after, none of the knights who were arguing could stand up anymore.

Bened ordered the flag-bearer to unfurl the military flag, while he sat on horseback and stood in the center of the station.

There were eight torches standing around, and in front of them kneeled eight embarrassed knights of the Golden Order, with unsheathed swords and shields at their feet.

The light of the torch shone on his white hair, like blazing fire on cold iron. The face covered in shadow was as deep and terrifying as an abyss, and his voice was as powerful as a bell:

"Yes, Han Tie has passed away, and our ancestors have followed Black Fire and returned to the embrace of the Seven Gods, but they have not been forgotten by people, and have been forgotten by this world, but what about now? What if even you have forgotten Their glory and will, who can remember them?"

"They lost their fiefdoms and traveled across the ocean to the other side of the narrow sea. In order to survive, they had to work as mercenaries. They lost their hometown and their faith! They were torn apart, lost their lives in foreign countries, and the ice collapsed, just like you today. "

"It's Cold Iron, it's Aegor River, the first leader of the Golden Company. He closely united your ancestors. From then on to this day, they have been fighting endless wars, fighting desperately on this land. Survive, that’s why we have you.”

The knights in the entire station lowered their heads in shame. Bened Beilein jumped off his horse. He straightened his back, looked into everyone's eyes, and walked in front of the eight knights who made mistakes.

Finally, he stopped, held the hilt of the sword with both hands and put it against his chest, with a very solemn and solemn expression on his face, closed his eyes and prayed devoutly:

“The face of the Heavenly Father is firm and strong, he judges error and upholds justice, judges the length of life and good fortune, he is kind, compassionate and loves the world.”

"Heavenly Father! You know everything. The sins of all living beings cannot escape judgment. I pray to you that justice will be done."

After Bened Beilein prayed to the seven gods, the eight knights who had made mistakes were so pale that they almost collapsed on the ground.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were as firm as iron, full of justice, strictness and persistence in honor. He raised his sword with both hands and shouted loudly:

"You are weak-willed and faced with a powerful enemy. You are anxious and shaken in morale. You have no honor or courage. You are very proud, you judge yourself arbitrarily, you ridicule others, you cannot treat your friends sincerely, and you have no justice in helping your brother knights." , humility, and integrity; you are unwilling to be kind and protect the weak, fight against violence, and fight for the defenseless people who come to you for help, without mercy; you have violated your oath, dishonored the seven gods, violated your soul, and have no sacrifice. Heart!"

"In the name of Heavenly Father, in the name of the Soldiers of the Golden Legion, I will hear your last words, and I will judge you to death."

"No! This isn't fair!" A knight shouted heartbreakingly, struggling to stand up and trying to resist.

"I'm not guilty!" Some knights shouted, trying to rush out of the station.

"Long live the Heavenly Father, long live the Golden Company, the oath lasts forever!" The remaining knights knelt firmly on the ground and prayed loudly to the Heavenly Father.

Bened Beilein swung his sword forcefully, and a dazzling silver light flashed through. The knights' prayers stopped silently. The neck bones of the knight on the far left made a breaking sound, and his head and body fell. On the grass, blood splattered at the old sergeant's feet.

The remaining knights were like fledglings that had been soaked by the rain, kneeling on the spot shivering, and immediately began to recite prayers again.

Lives disappeared one after another, including those knights who escaped and were caught in embarrassment. Their heads were cut off, and their breaths disappeared into the grassland.

The other knights of the Golden Company watched all this, too frightened to move. Bened Beilein, who was covered in blood, shook off the blood on his sword and woke everyone up with a violent cry.

"You are knights, not unknown people. Have you forgotten your oath?"

"In the name of warriors, I ask you to be brave, in the name of Heavenly Father, I ask you to be just, in the name of Our Lady,..."

The knight's oath made everyone's heavy hearts suddenly light up. They respected the old sergeant's honor and loyalty, as well as his strict and fair style of doing things.

They stood under a sky full of stars, following Bened's footsteps and roars, holding their swords tightly, placing one hand on their foreheads, and chanting loudly:

"I will protect the weak and innocent people. In the name of a girl, I will protect all women. I swear that I will be worthy of the Seven Gods and will not violate the laws of nature. I will rather die than surrender until death."

The breath of the wind caressed the shadow of death and fell to the ground. The knights' faces turned red due to their oaths.

They kept chanting the names of the Seven Gods, like calling a lost traveler in a distant foreign country, until all their fears disappeared, until there was only one voice left in the entire station:

"Go home, go home..."

I saw some people say that the Golden Company does not take the oath of knights. Let me tell you here. The Golden Company has 10,000 people. Unlike other mercenary groups, which are composed of infantry or cavalry, the Golden Company mainly consists of 1,000 archers, 500 knights, and 500 knights. Squires, please note that they are knights, not cavalry. This ratio is quite large. In the Battle of the Trident, 40,000 royal troops, that is, one tenth were knights. Most of them were illegitimate children and descendants of hundreds of lords who fled with the Blackfire. , or the down-and-out nobles and knights who lost their fiefdoms in Westeros. Westeros has a special knight training system. The Golden Company abides by this. For example, their knights must have three horses, be equipped with armor, and have an attendant. Horses, and the remaining 8,000 people are no different from other mercenaries, but they are not knights. Their roles are generally marked as knight (knight), sergeant (military rank), commander, intelligence officer (position) ), for example, the leader of the regiment, Harry Strickland, is the treasurer and commander of the regiment (the position does not say that he is a knight or a sergeant. He is more afraid of death and does not like fighting). He has to follow the rules even in exile, otherwise he has no qualifications. go home.