Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Chapter 172 Mathos’ decision

On the barren mountains, the sun's rays waved across the earth like a fiery red arm, and the most majestic song of mankind finally arrived.

The sound of hunting horns was accompanied by the sound, and the troops on both sides clashed with each other with thunderous momentum.

The flames of war were ignited, rolling bright red, reflecting the blood-red rising sun and flames. The sounds of fighting echoed each other, and the shadow of death enveloped the entire western slope position.

The Qarthen warriors who were the first to return to defend this place charged with guns, their armor and gun tips reflecting the blood-red light. The archers with tired arms clenched their teeth and fired all the remaining arrows.

They saw the Dothraki fall, but the enemy was still in staggering numbers, leaping over the defenses like a black flood and heading straight down the slope towards them.

The situation became worse later. They found that they did not have the strength to defeat the Dothraki offensive, nor did they have the ability to regain the lost positions. Many enemies occupied the western slope highlands.

Moreover, on the other side of the mountains, Dothraki warriors had gathered under the commander's flag. They raised their arms and shouted at the same time, rushing towards the enemy's rearguard, using sharp scimitars to carve out a bloody path.

The elite troops of Qarth, which were still chasing the enemy, were filled with confusion and their morale was somewhat shaken when they heard the sudden order to return to defense from Mathos Malaroven.

Immediately afterwards, they faced a suffocating and violent counterattack, and their actions began to become hesitant and fell into a dilemma at a loss.

Looking at the enemy's eyes, they could only see the fatal light, so they felt extremely fearful. However, panic on the battlefield was fatal, and they all suffered the fate of being torn apart by the scimitar in the end.

However, there was still a group of elite warriors who maintained their formation, and under the leadership of the commander of Qarth, Mathos Malaroven, they directly attacked the Dothraki who were setting up their formation on the western slope.

Unlike Masos, who was shaken by the power of hatred and anger, the experienced Mosso was more calm and rational.

Such an advantageous situation did not make him relax his vigilance. While commanding his soldiers to prevent Qarth's troops from joining together, he observed the entire mountain pass and was alert to the enemy's incoming troops.

It seemed like several hours had passed since the Dothraki launched their attack. In fact, it was just over twenty minutes. The Qarthen troops deployed in other areas were some distance from the main position. Due to the distance, there was no time to rush reinforcements from other mountains.

Finally, his eyes fell on the bend of the Skazhadan River at the Kaiser Pass. On the sparkling river, a black fleet was floating. Those huge ships had an astonishing number of oars.

According to the intelligence, there was still an army stationed on the battleship. Seeing that they did not put down any ships and were close to the river bank, he turned around with relief and focused his attention on the battlefield in front of him.

He stood under the banner of the galloping horse, his whole body covered in blood and fire, and no shadow could touch him. He looked carefully towards the west, observing silently and seriously, as if he was watching a prophet from the past or the distant future.

Soon, Mosso's sharp eyes spotted the family emblem of the royal family of Qarth in the morning light.

So, as if he suddenly saw some omen, he raised his arms high, roared loudly, and then gave the order in a powerful voice that could overwhelm everything else:

"Let the flag of the Dothraki Zara Ten Thousand Houses fly at the forefront, and all troops follow, scattering any enemy who gathers."

"No plan, no strategy, charge forward, charge forward, kill every Qarthen standing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took away the flag with a galloping horse flying on the scarlet ground from the hands of the new flag-bearer, and rushed towards the emerald double serpent king flag of Qarth.

At this time, he looked as majestic as the invincible God of War, and the blood of the horse-riding warrior was boiling in his body.

Both the Dothraki warriors behind him and those warriors fighting on the western slope were strongly inspired. They followed closely and rushed towards the Qarthites regardless of their own safety. Their ear-splitting roars were carried by the wind. , sweeping across the entire Kaisai Pass.

The slave warriors of Qarth were the first to be overwhelmed by this momentum, as if broken by a bolt of lightning. Most of them turned around and ran away regardless of everything, and were defeated.

The Dothraki army chopped down these people like melons and vegetables, or pushed them to the bottom of the hillside. The few remaining slave warriors fled after maintaining a weak resistance for a while.

The sky became very bright at this time, and the sun jumped out of the horizon, emitting a dazzling light, but this light did not bring any hope to the people of Qarth.

There seemed to be more and more enemies in front of them. The corpses between the two armies piled up like mountains, but the enemies turned a blind eye and swarmed in, crowding all the open spaces around them. They kept beating their lines like a furious wave, and their attacks on them became more and more complicated. He had to be even more violent, and the swords he wielded were even more overwhelming.

What is worth relying on are the elite warriors of Qarth. Their armor is very sophisticated and well-trained. When they are cornered, they are surprisingly difficult to fight. In the fierce attack of the Dothraki, they will never surrender and keep fighting. Reorganize your formation and launch continuous counterattacks.

However, the anger of the Dothraki warriors is even more intense. They have experienced hundreds of battles, and even without horses, they are more heroic and skilled in fighting. When their combat skills and courage are combined, not many people can stop their charge.

As time passed slowly, the warriors of Qarth began to feel tired. Their arrows were almost exhausted, their lances were broken, every sword was chipped, and their shields were scarred.

In order to boost their morale, Mathos, the commander-in-chief of the royal family, charged at the enemy three times with his spear in hand. In the most intense battle, even his emerald double snake king's flag almost fell into the enemy's formation, and almost all his guards died in the battle before he could protect them. He ran out.

He stood in the center of the army, and the hot and boiling blood turned cold. He raised his head with a calm face and looked around. The entire hill was stained with blood and turned red.

The Dothraki's fighting prowess was beyond his imagination. The Qarthen formation melted as quickly as ice and snow under the scorching sun, and gradually collapsed completely under the impact of the horses.

Soon after, they were besieged in a corner on the mountain. The warriors wearing copper scale armor and black long-beaked helmets were either killed or forced to roll down the hillside with screams.

Mathos knew that this battle was bound to be lost. He handed over all matters of commanding the battle to other nobles and allowed them to flee or surrender to the enemy in front of them.

He himself pulled out the sword from his waist and stood on the top of the mountain shouting. His remaining guards followed him loyally and charged towards the enemy again.

He did not want to be like an ant in an anthill that was smashed, running away regardless of the east, west, north, or west, or running like a headless fly for his life. He was still a proud and brave warrior, a member of the glorious royal family, and he decided to fight to the end. .