Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Chapter 178 Same goal

The sun hung motionless high above the head, and the Ghiscari Mountains seemed to be gilded, thickly dyed with a touch of orange and reflecting dazzling brilliance.

At this time, a group of people were walking on a rocky mountain path. After a few miles, they came to the Worm River.

This place is a long-abandoned dock, overgrown with weeds, and only two broken bollards are still intact. However, there is a large flat-bottomed boat docked on the dark river.

Salado walked onto the boat first. He put on the black eyepatch again and a three-cornered hat on his head. Others followed, including Haynes and Bono.

The sailors untied the mooring ropes, picked up long poles, and pushed the ship away from the pier. The ship quickly sailed westward along the current.

Of all the people, only Bono had never been on a boat before, and he had a strange feeling as the river gurgled beneath his feet.

He scratched his head, hoping that he could remain imprisoned in the Holy City's Temple of the Prophet for the rest of his life. The world outside the Dothraki sea was changing too fast, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Sir, what do you think?" Salado arranged everything and walked over from the other side of the deck: "We will try our best to get to Astapor in the shortest possible time."

Bono turned his head and looked back and forth at the man in front of him, forced a calm expression, and whispered in a hoarse voice:

“It was so great, I barely felt any discomfort.”

"Of course, it would be better if someone would take a stand with me or explain the truth behind George's assassination."

Salado looked at the river without saying a word. After a moment of silence, he nodded and slowly said:

"We were all scared."

"afraid of what?"

"The Unsullied, Yunkai, Dothraki, all those who will bring death to us." Salladhor closed his eyes and replied quietly as if talking to himself:

"We originally had 8,000 people. We suffered all casualties in the Battle of Worm River. We just wanted to live and kept this matter buried in our hearts until George and his people found us. So, we started planning This act of revenge.”

"Since we are preparing to do something big, we must proceed with caution. This is not the case. Soon, we found that George had been tortured by the Mataris and went completely crazy. He kept sending people to carry out assassination missions, almost No one could come back alive. He found someone to forge weapons and tried to take back Astapor, but we only had 800 people, but the city was guarded by 6,000 Unsullied. Forced by his prestige and followers, we only Can secretly destroy the forge to delay."

"Later, you appeared, which seemed to give George a lot of courage. He accelerated the plan at all costs. The balance of death and revenge dumped in our hearts. We can fight against Cleon the Butcher and Yunkai, but we must not provoke them. The Dothraki, as for George, he didn't want the Dothraki to set foot in Astapor, he was a hero, a great leader, an idealist."

Bono didn't make any comment. After he learned about the whole thing, he didn't completely believe Salado. He stood thinking for a while and finally asked:

"Where are you going to take me now?"

"We can get there early tomorrow morning." Salado seemed to be worried about something in his heart, and replied vaguely: "To be honest, I'm not sure whether they will receive us, so please wait patiently. !”

"There's no need to hide it anymore."

Haines staggered over. Because he assassinated George with his own sword, he was regarded as the most serious betrayal by the other party's followers, and he suffered many injuries during the clearing battle.

"We are going to see a person who represents the Holy Grace better than a priest, the saint of the Holy Grace Temple in the Astapor area. Although I murdered George, I have not given up revenge on Cleon the Butcher."

This man with a scarred face limped forward a few steps, bowed awkwardly to Bono, then raised his head and said:

"I know your purpose in looking for George. The Astapor Dothraki wants is an Astapor without a king."

Hearing these words from Haines, Bono felt relaxed. He leaned on the side of the ship, keeping a smile and calm movements, while staring at the other person intently, and asked:

"Then what do you want to get?"

"The safety of the people of Astapor." Haynes's voice was still cold, incompatible with the meaning of his words.

"This is such a heavy burden!" Bono's smile gradually faded. He rubbed his hair, which was as messy as the red leaves on the ground in autumn. He walked towards Haines, held his hand and said kindly:

"The Dothraki and your Excellency have the same goal. We neither want a king in the city nor a lack of people in the city."

Seeing Haines and Salado looking at him in confusion, he straightened his chest, clapped his hands, and answered their doubts with a smile:

"This is the confidence of the Dothraki, the greatness of the great Khal."

"You think we will sit back and watch the Astapor and Yunkai coalition forces lose. My friends, remember my words. Before you were born, the Dothraki were in this continent and were invincible. Before you revolted, the great Ka'ar O has proclaimed the freedom of slaves all over the world, he is the horse that descends under the stars in the dark night, he is fearless.”

Haines smiled. He took off the dagger from his waist and handed it to Bono, and gave him a serious reminder that they would reach the Temple of Grace after the sun rose tomorrow. The situation nearby was not safe and could change rapidly. The armies of Astapor and Yunkai would appear and the battle was imminent.

Then, he patted Salador on the shoulder and returned to the cabin as if nothing had happened.

At that moment, everything seemed to be thriving. The sky was as blue as if it had been washed by water. Bono was also in a very relaxed mood. A refreshing breeze blew from the northwest, which made him feel that the air here was much fresher.

He leaned against the side of the ship, looked at the blue sky, stretched out his arms, and naturally asked Salador who was still beside him:

"Sir, you must have something to ask for?"

"My name is Salador, Salador Saan."

The man with the black eye mask stood up straight, showing a sleek smile, carefully adjusted the gorgeous silver-threaded tricorn hat and the monkey-shaped button on his chest with jade, and then introduced himself seriously:

"I am a Lys pirate and mercenary captain. My ancestor was a member of the Nine-Man Group - Samaro Saan, known as the "Last Valyrian."

"I am willing to become a member of the Dothraki and serve the great khal."

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