Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The pale sun rose from behind the distant mountains, and the clear morning light shone unstintingly on the grassland, dispersing the thin silver mist.

The wind often blows the ocean-like green grass and bends the body, and a peaceful atmosphere fills the earth.

Daenerys Targaryen rode on a silver pony and headed towards the holy city in her dream. She said nothing, just smelled the fresh air, and occasionally cast longing eyes on the towering mountains in the east.

However, the knights of the Golden Order who followed her all had serious expressions on their faces. Their clothes looked the same as before, but if you look closely, you could see that they all had a gorgeous ribbon hanging on them.

Ser Bened Beren's collar, stained by the weather of travel, was dotted with a gem, and even the sword at his waist was replaced with a silver-inlaid scabbard.

He lightly kicked the horse's belly, hurried forward a few steps, and said with a very serious expression:

"I don't know when this started. The brothers in the group began to whisper, saying that we were losers. Some people mentioned Westeros. It was not only the hometown that our ancestors missed, but also many people who deserved it. The fiefdom and wealth belong to us, these people claim, and we finally have enough strength and warriors to return to our hometown."

Daenerys has heard a lot about the past events of the Golden Company, but there are some people and allies Bened mentioned that she doesn't know.

When the other party spoke, she listened with great concentration. It seemed that even within a mercenary group, there were still many conspiracies and power struggles within the group. x ̸͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

"Westeros! Westeros! The Seven Kingdoms are like pearls!"

Bened sighed, pointed in the direction behind him, and said:

"Since the death of Malis the Black Fire in the last battle, the hearts of the Golden Company warriors have been empty for a long time. Now, we recall that beautiful place again, and at the same time awakened the terrifying dream.

His hoarse voice became deeper, almost like a suppressed roar:

"But none of us who are cowards dare to go back, because even the King of Nine Coins died in the battle on the Stone Steps Islands, leaving the Blackfire clan without a male heir."

Having said this, Bened paused for a moment, as if to cover up his gaffe. He tensed the muscles on his cheeks and continued with a solemn expression:

"In the end, the former captain Mistoin, encouraged by this rumor, secretly made an agreement with Illyrio Mopatis to re-elect Targaryen to the Iron Throne, but to complete this agreement, he still needs an ally. , a Dothraki Khal with a powerful army, this is the princess, your only value."

"Remember, Daenerys, in this world, the humblest people also have their own desires and dignity. You, or anyone else, can refuse to perform actions designed for you."

"Also, are you really ready? Be careful of anyone who deliberately approaches you. People who obey you may not love you. Others are also coveting your crown. For this, they can do all terrible things. Likewise Remember this, Princess Targaryen."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and rode into the crowd behind him.

Just when Daenerys was still thinking about the meaning of Bened's words, a sharp and loud bone whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.

"This is the early warning post of the Dothraki patrol cavalry. We have entered the warning range of the Holy City."

A Dothraki warrior wearing iron ring armor ran over quickly, shouting:

"Everyone, stop advancing and don't draw your weapons!"

He is one of the Thousand Housekeepers of Vaes Kwo. He leads three thousand cavalry and is sent by Corsoro to monitor the Golden Company and protect the Targaryen princess.

Hearing the shouts of the armored warriors, Daenerys quickly came to her senses, halted her horse, turned around excitedly, and repeated those Dothraki words in Valyrian language.

The warriors of the Golden Company stood obediently in place for an instant, not daring to move. They had seen the real "Dothraki Sea" in the Sarn River.

The surging force, like a black wave, left an unforgettable impression on them. They had been fighting in the disputed land for most of their lives, and they had never seen so many cavalry charging together.

Bened's sharp eyes followed the sound of horse hooves and moved to the north. He saw a large, fast-moving shadow on the green land in the distance. He listened carefully, trying to distinguish the number of the opponent.

Daenerys stood on a grassy hill, covering the sun with her slender fingers, looking into the distance. In her eyes, it was not black shadows, but many cavalry, with spears in their hands. It reflects a needle-like light in the sunlight.

Under the pressure of a thousand armored warlords and three thousand Dothraki cavalry, no one in the Golden Company dared to move or whisper.

There was silence all around, and everyone could hear the sound of the wind blowing across the grassland, silently waiting for the arrival of the patrolling cavalry in the distance.

Soon after, even Viserys, who was at the back of the queue and was being guarded in the carriage, could hear the deafening sound of horse hooves. He quietly stuck his head out and looked forward.

I saw a group of cavalry approaching the team now. They moved as fast as the wind, visiting this large and unknown army back and forth. Low, strong shouts came along the grassland.

Suddenly, this group of people on horseback increased their speed and swept over like thunder. The six cavalrymen in the front took the lead and spread out. The cavalrymen behind them followed them in turn, running along both sides of the convoy.

All the cavalry were wearing shining armor with intricate patterns, as if they were paintings full of vitality. The scene was very spectacular.

Their horses are tall and strong, their bright fur shines coldly in the sun, their fluffy horse tails flutter in the wind, and the warriors on horseback are even more majestic. They are tall, with dark brown hair braided under their light helmets. Floating, his face was full of perseverance and bravery.

They formed a group of three and advanced in a tight formation, glancing to the left and right from time to time. Soon, the knights of the Golden Company were surrounded by them with lightning speed.

The patrolling cavalry stopped, pointing their spears at the knights of the Golden Regiment. Some of the cavalrymen had bows and arrows in their hands, ready to attack at any time.

Then, a tall cavalryman rode forward. His armor was thicker and more exquisite, and the top of his helmet was decorated with a flying black horsetail. He kept moving forward until the tip of his spear was less than ten feet away from everyone.

"I am the Great Kaa Blood Alliance Guard, the leader of a hundred households in the Chinese Army."

The cavalry's vigilant eyes scanned everyone, and finally stopped at the leader of the Thousand Households, questioning in Dothraki:

"Who are you, the leader of ten thousand households? Why are you leading your troops back to the pastoral area of ​​the Holy City?"

"I came from Weiss Kvo, on the orders of His Excellency Wanhu Corsolo on the right wing, to escort these people to the Holy City."

As the Qianhu Guan leader answered, he took out a galloping horse dagger from his waist and handed it over. He looked at the Blood Alliance guard Baihu face to face with a very surprised look in his eyes. The armor the other party wore looked better than his own. More sophisticated.

"There are too many of you. I thought you were enemies at first." The bloodrider guard carefully examined the lines and patterns on the dagger, but the vigilance in his eyes still did not relax, and he said:

"Although you have proved your identity, I still cannot let you all go. Your Majesty, your Excellency, you should understand that now is not the right time, so the others must stay here. Please return to the Holy City with me. , go and meet Nuohat Qianhu.”

After listening to the arrangements of the bloodriders, the Qianhu nodded, walked to Daenerys, and discussed with her.

Princess Targaryen's face showed the majesty befitting her status, and the frown between her brows was like a flash of flame, looking like an invisible crown.

She wanted to speak with force and order the other party like she did on the banks of the Saan River, but she immediately remembered Bened's warning just now, her proud eyes lowered, and she whispered:

"Dreams and reality can appear out of thin air from the grass and take turns teaching me."