Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Chapter 173 Gate of the South

Everything will have an end, no matter the members of the royal family of Qarth, or this war.

Marthos Malaroven fought alone and was hacked to death by Dothraki warriors, and the battle at Kesei Pass finally came to an end.

Except for the elite warriors of Qarth who were seriously injured and passed out, there was no one alive on this hillside wearing copper scale armor and long-beaked helmets. Only a handful of slave soldiers escaped back to other positions or fleets.

However, the victorious Dothraki were too tired to feel joy or sadness.

Many soldiers were seriously injured, and the number of people who died in this battle is even more difficult to count. No precedent can fully describe today's tragic situation.

The hillside was littered with corpses, some stabbed, hacked to death, burned to death, some crushed to death by boulders, and some shot through the head by archers.

The air was filled with the smell of fire. Many defensive facilities were burned or pushed into the burning trenches. Many corpses were burned beyond recognition. The entire battlefield was shrouded in stinking smoke.

Facing the broken everything and the killing scenes around him, Mo Suo felt a heavy burden lifted off his heart, and his eyes had become misty from exhaustion and tears.

Next, people began to try to clear a path among the wreckage. More than a dozen soldiers carried five stretchers and walked out of the pile of corpses. Everyone who met them put their fists on their chests and saluted.

They carefully placed the thousands of families who died in the battle on the clean ground and covered the bodies of the leaders with black cloaks. They also held several torches. The flames were dwarfed by the sunlight and were blown left and right by the wind. swing.

After all the warriors paid silent tribute to the victims, the Dothraki pyre was lit at midday. The heroic descendants of the horse god died in the distant kingdom. They fell asleep in the Kaiser Pass next to the Skazhadan River, never to return in triumph. Return home, return to the holy city and green grassland in the north.

Mosso also came to the fire. His face was gray from fatigue, and onlookers could feel his pain.

At the same time, he kept mumbling something, and his voice became louder and louder, as if these heroic souls were walking further and further away.

"Fire is like blood, death is like a shadow, and Dothraki warriors never bow."

His words were as calm as the warm sunshine shining on the spring water, with a kind of peace that transcended death, as if the soldiers in front of him had just entered their destination.

Finally, all the rituals were over. Mosuo's heavy emotions immediately disappeared, and his soft heart became hard again. He said no more and turned to leave.

The leaders who survived the war followed closely behind. They now greatly admired this brave and fearless old man Wanhu, and no longer dared to despise him.

"The price of this victory is too painful. Lazar Wanhu actually lost half of its leaders on the same day." Mosuo returned the greetings to the soldiers he met on the road and asked the leaders behind him:

"At this time, who can lead the tribe in their place?"

Upon hearing the commander's question, the leaders thought quickly. Qianhu, who had raised objections before the war, was the first to answer:

"I personally believe that before the arrival of the great Kaa, the hundred households with the highest merit should be in charge of the tribe."

The other leaders nodded in agreement, and then Mosso spoke:

"Then don't waste any more time. The situation at hand is urgent. Go and convey the appointment as soon as possible! The great Kaa once said that the leader must be a person with merit."

The leader received the order and turned around to leave. The other Qianhu followed Mo Suo and continued walking forward.

Not far away there was a man in a sheepskin shirt, with a scimitar hanging on his waist. His skin color was the same as that of a Dothraki, but he was about the same height as a child.

When he saw Mosso and his party, he shouted happily in a singing-like tone:

"Lord Mosso! That's great, you know? I had already guessed it was you, but they all said it was impossible and didn't dare to follow me to attack the Qarthites. How did you do it?"

Mosso laughed loudly, took the Lazarin man's hand and said:

"Black Sheep, it's so nice to see you! It's a pity that now is not the time to chat."

The Zalarim were nicknamed "goatmen" by the Dothraki because of their cowardly character.

However, the boy in front of him was different. Mosso thought that he was brave enough, but lacked some necessary teachings, so he let him receive training as a mounted warrior and fully supported him to become the leader of Lazarin.

The boy was once just a shepherd boy without a real name. His close relationship with the Dothraki gave him the name Black Sheep.

Then, as they walked toward the original Qarthen tent, the Black Sheep used this time to describe his great exploits.

"The reason why I am here is because I have been chasing behind the Qarth fleet." He held the scimitar and tried to act like a heroic Dothraki warrior, and said happily:

"If they approach the shore in their famous boats, I will lead my men to attack them and burn their boats."

"But this is completely unable to use all my abilities and knowledge." Black Sheep seemed to have remembered something, and he couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Unfortunately, my men are too few and too weak. They just want to escape and return to the pasture to graze."

"I wish all Lazarim were like the Dothraki warriors. You are the bravest, best warriors, and most powerful of all races."

Mosso kept looking at Black Sheep, and seeing the fearlessness on his face and the very real expression of regret, he put his hand on the other man's head, stroked the short black hair, and slowly said:

"Don't worry, the war has not reached the end yet. There are always some Lazarins who will be as brave as you. My Lazarin camp has gathered many of your compatriots. You can go there to find real warriors and take back your territory. "

"That's great!" Black Sheep's face instantly became excited. He puffed up his chest and showed a proud look, saying:

"If I lead them, they will definitely be able to recapture Raza. Moreover, I think I can still find some food for you to eat from there."

"You inexperienced boy!" Mosso stroked his beard, looked at the black sheep, and laughed:

"You will create a bright future for the Lazarin people, and this will become an honor that you will never forget and be proud of for the rest of your life."

At this time, they happened to arrive in front of the camp that originally belonged to the commander of Qarth, Mathos Malaroven.

Everyone fell silent, staring at the sparkling Skazadan River under the bright southern sun. Countless warships were wandering on the river, and further away was the pass of Meereen.

In Mosso's eyes, this is the door to the south. Through this door, he can already see the scenery of Meereen City and Slaver's Bay. This is by no means the last war, but the beginning of everything.