Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Duncan Jeffries's mood was high. Before he finished speaking a few words, the knights immediately became excited, and they all jumped in with surprise and excitement:

"Won?"

"Is this true? King Ma..."

“Shut up, it’s Khal Menggo.

"Did I hear correctly? Did he win?"

"That's 200,000 Dothraki Roaring Warriors. I've never heard of such an army before!" the knights said in disbelief with lingering fear.

Daenerys stood there without saying a word. Her ears could only hear many noisy sounds filling the air and floating on the hills, but her heart could hear the exciting cheers from the far eastern grasslands, like war drums. It hits my heart like a hammer.

A smile appeared on her face involuntarily. If anyone still paid attention to her, they would definitely be attracted by this beauty.

Bened Beilein had experienced a lot of setbacks and tribulations, and he acted a little calmer. He looked around with sharp eyes and shouted at all the knights angrily, but there was a tremor in his voice.

When he looked back at Duncan again and saw the only clue in front of him, he felt a little unhappy and hurriedly apologized sincerely:

"Your Excellency, please forgive us for our gaffe. We made the gaffe because we were impatient."

He stood up very seriously, saluted with knightly etiquette, lowered his voice solemnly, and then asked;

"Before we set off from Pentos, we only knew that the Dothraki Sea was full of enemies who were eyeing the enemy. Maybe the situation has changed since then, but we have not heard that Vaes Dothraki is so far away from us. Mrs. Vagarro Where did you get the news?"

Hearing the old knight's apology, Duncan immediately raised his head and met the other person's sincere eyes. The frost on his face melted away, revealing a smile, and said in an unquestionable tone;

"The news was delivered by carrier pigeons from the merchants who were stranded in Vaes Dothraki. They were all witnesses of this war. The war is over and the entire city has been lifted. If we continue to move forward, we will definitely meet them.

"Perhaps they can tell us in detail about the war, what happened in the Temple of the Prophet, and the fierce battle at the foot of the Holy Mother Mountain."

Looking at the strong longing radiating from Duncan's eyes, there was silence all around. Except for Princess Targaryen, whose heart was filled with happiness, the knights all had very complicated emotions.

They once believed that this mission was walking on a razor's edge, and if there was even a slight deviation, the entire army would be annihilated. They dragged their feet and stopped moving forward along the way.

Later, they firmly believed that the Golden Group would be Meng Ge's aid and hope, and were ready to cross the grassland and fight with him side by side against the powerful enemy. However, the result was unexpected.

Bened Beilein glanced at every knight of the Golden Order with an indifferent gaze. No one could bear his gaze and quickly blushed and lowered their heads.

"Don't worry! We will continue to move forward, and you will have peace of mind tonight." After a long time, the old knight released them from his gaze.

He sighed, suddenly feeling very tired. Although he didn't say another word, the eye contact just now seemed like a long interrogation.

That night, all the knights' tents were decorated with gorgeous cushions, but they still couldn't sleep all night. The calm atmosphere made people feel like it was winter.

They have all gone through the same experience, and everyone has been given two choices. One is to experience the thorny road in front of them, and the other is to continue to sink into the dream.

They don't want to think about anything, don't dare to give up, and hesitate until they have no choice anymore.

The night dissipated in peace, and the knights could not figure out how much time had passed. When they opened their eyes, the sun was already shining on the tents and grass, and the river was shining in the sunlight.

Accompanied by her maid, Daenerys is riding a silver pony for a walk by the river. The morning glow on the horizon shows a smile, as if she is sharing her joy; the grass on the roadside dances in the breeze, as if celebrating her. The birds in the sky were singing happily, as if they were praising her.

Ever since Duncan brought the news of Meng Ge's victory, whether she was galloping or sitting and chatting, the strange scene on the other side of the grassland and the vague giant figure would appear in her mind.

At this time, joy was like a cool spring water pouring into her heart, making her whole heart ripple in the spring water. Longing turned into a beautiful poem, and only one name could be heard in the whole poem.

Time passed slowly, and just as Daenerys's maids were starting to pack their luggage, Mrs. Vagarro's son, Duncan Jeffries, came to their tent.

She was very fond of the orange-haired man who brought good news to her, and he also brought a lot of food, most of which were said to be Volantis' local specialties.

After a while, the princess picked up a fried locust that was roasted golden brown on the outside and looked at it suspiciously.

"Food?" Daenerys lowered her voice and showed a disgusted expression. She carefully tried a bite, and then her face gradually returned to normal, and she praised sincerely:

"It's very sweet. This even surpasses the honey-roasted duck in Pantos and the veal steak in almond milk. This is a very sincere compliment, because it was the most delicious food I have ever eaten at the Governor's House. Thank you for your generosity!"

"You're welcome, but I still have to ask you to eat as sparingly as possible." The orange-haired man replied with a proud smile:

"Eat only a little at a time, and only when you are hungry. These things can stay fresh for many days. Just a few are enough for a tall and strong man to last a whole day. It can help you survive when food is cut off." Seeing Daenerys nodding in agreement with a smile, the maids came over calmly and prepared to collect these unique foods. Then, they opened the packed luggage and took out a brand new hooded cloak with silver edges, and gave it to Duncan as a return gift from the princess. The orange-haired strong man took the cloak in a daze, staring at the maid with wide eyes as she gently put the fried locusts originally wrapped in leaves on a piece of light and soft silk satin. Seeing this, Duncan was in a heavy mood and wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of flexible words for a while. In the end, he could only explain hesitantly: "This, this is actually just a kind of dry food. Well, it is a food substitute for the Volantis when traveling in the wild. The nourishing effect is better than any food made by humans, and, moreover, it tastes much better than dry food." "Duncan, honesty is the most valuable character, don't beautify it too much." A carefree and fiery voice suddenly came. Daenerys looked at the short and fat man dressed as a servant who followed Duncan in surprise. Before she could ask about the other person's identity, the man came forward with a round belly full of wine, and rudely picked up a fried locust, saying very rudely:

"The silver sheep of the Targaryen family. The diet of Volantis is very different from that of other regions. The locals love sweets, and most of their food is sweet. The ingredients are also quite different. They use special ingredients such as insects. They also have purple honey, pink fish roe, and giant turtles as big as horses. You may have seen such noble food, but poor people like us can only entertain guests with fried locusts."

"It is indeed sweet." The short and fat man threw the fried locust into his mouth and chewed it vigorously with his teeth dyed in mottled red.

Duncan wanted to say that he had also seen those noble ingredients, and his poverty was only caused by other reasons. After all, he was still "the son of Lady Vagaro".

But when he saw the other person's very strong chest and shoulders, as well as the thick neck like a bull and the chin like a slate, he finally decided to shut up obediently.

Daenerys held the maid's hand tightly, looked at the short and fat man anxiously, and secretly warned herself that from today on, she must never trust anyone easily.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the curtain of the tent was quietly lifted and Benede Beilein walked in slowly with a long sword in his hand.

In her eyes, the short and fat man in front of her was no longer the mysterious figure full of hidden power. She was no longer affected by the other party's oppressive and fierce momentum. She gradually relaxed and asked in a tough attitude;

"You don't look like a servant. Who are you?"

The short and fat man ignored the long sword on his neck and did not answer immediately. His glowing eyes looked around and finally fixed on the three dragon eggs in the suitcase. Everyone could clearly hear his heavy breathing.

Benede Beilein was very impatient and punched the man in the face, causing the other party's nose, which had been broken more than once, to be seriously injured again.

But this man didn't care about it at all. He wiped the tears from his eyes, turned over on the ground, sat up quickly, and continued to look at the box containing the dragon eggs.

"Marwyn, the doctor of Westeros Citadel." Duncan hurriedly shouted and stepped forward to stop the old knight who was about to attack again.

"Magician Marwyn?"

Everyone stared at the short and fat man sitting on the ground without blinking, thinking that he might exude a noble aura like a saint, but a dark cloud floated from nowhere and obscured his light.

I got off work late, so this chapter was a bit rushed, and I haven't finished what I wanted to write, so I'll post it first.