Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Chapter 187 Success at the First Strike

Thunder roared, lightning still raged on the ocean west of Meereen, and strong winds mixed with heavy rain poured down from the sky.

"What a pity!"

Mongol said, looking at the gate of the South City. He could hear the increasingly subtle sound of fighting behind the huge iron and wooden door.

"But we succeeded!"

He raised his whip and pointed in the direction of the West City. A team of Dothraki messengers had turned the corner of the city wall and galloped over.

"Target the West City, attack with all the troops!"

The fiery red warhorse jumped out, the sound of the horse's hooves overwhelmed the thunder, and 20,000 cavalry followed closely behind him, and the deafening war cry echoed between heaven and earth.

"Dothraki! Dothraki!"

Hearing this shout that spread throughout the world, the defenders of the South City of Meereen couldn't help but stick their heads out, looking down from the city wall, and shouted excitedly:

"The Dothraki are gone!"

But then, their voices suddenly changed, and they were extremely sharp.

"They are heading for the West City, and the West City has been breached!"

All the Meereenese who heard this sound trembled all over, but the Dothraki didn't care. They blew the charge horn.

From the head to the tail, one after another, it became wilder and wilder, and more and more high-pitched and long.

It seemed that there was a group of warriors responding to the call at every position under the city wall, as if the distant wind brought an ominous omen to Meereen.

"Attack! Attack!"

The blood guards who had already entered the city from the west gate shouted loudly, listening to the echoing horns.

"The great khal is here, and the Dothraki will win!"

Mongol appeared amid the cheers of the crowd, his warhorse was as red as blood, his scimitar was extremely sharp, beside him were the most honorable and brave blood guards, and behind him were countless Dothraki cavalry.

"Dothraki cavalry, charge!"

With a roar, the spearheads of the most elite cavalry pierced straight into the enemy's formation. They rushed into the enemy's formation, invincible all the way, like lightning piercing the sky, piercing the army of Meereen.

The responses of the rebellious slaves came from all over the city. They rushed out from all directions and rushed towards the Meereen soldiers.

Mongol led the blood guards to charge bravely. The enemy generals and soldiers either died under the scimitar or fled in all directions.

No enemy could stop their offensive, whether it was the spearmen or the mercenaries.

The Dothraki cavalry kept chasing and encircling, the enemy fled desperately, and the army of Meereen was in disarray.

They knew that the Dothraki horses could not run to the city wall, but they really didn't expect that the slaves they enslaved would bring them a fatal blow.

That's how the Dothraki and the slaves joined together, united together, and rushed all the way to the Great Pyramid.

The Meereenese troops fled in panic, but they ran into obstacles everywhere. There were rebellious slaves in every direction.

They had never hated so many slaves so much on such a day.

The Dothraki cavalry chased them along the street again. They were terrified and crazy, and could only lie on the ground, stretching out their hands to beg for their lives.

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The thunder gradually faded away, the rainstorm in the sky was blown away by the strong wind, the sky became brighter and brighter, and the sun slowly jumped out from behind the eastern mountain peak.

The rain cleared up, and the washed sky was as blue as a mirror.

On such a beautiful morning, Mungo and the great lords of Meereen met in the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

However, Mungo sat on the high steps, and the great lords crawled under the steps.

Norhat, Bas Porter, and the Dothraki leaders gathered around the great khal, their hearts filled with the joy of victory, looking around at the magnificent hall they had never seen before.

The ceiling of the hall was extremely high, and the walls were all made of purple marble and covered with tiles. There was an echo when talking, and countless long candles burned on the marble pillars, illuminating the hall like daylight.

As the winners, the Dothraki were naturally not in a hurry, full of leisure and leisure, silently admiring the luxury in the hall.

But the great lords of Meereen could not help it. In Mungo's eyes, a man with wings raised his head and gestured.

"Welcome, great khal!"

"Welcome? Meereen is my city."

Mungo responded coldly. He didn't need a translator now, and he could communicate with people in Valyrian.

If you ask him how he learned it, "interest" is the best teacher. What kind of maester Potter and wise Orver are not comparable to Queen Daenerys.

The great lords thought that the "horse king" didn't know Valyrian, and they were frightened by Mungo's sudden scolding and trembled all over, and apologized repeatedly.

Mungo ignored them, stood up from the ebony throne, and slowly walked down the marble steps.

He was a little curious. The hairstyles and hair colors of these great lords were really strange, red, green, and yellow, and the shapes were extremely strange, some looked like wings, and some looked like goat horns.

Just looking at the hair, you can know that these great lords are very rich, and they are "old money", because their hair is well taken care of, and that requires enough free time.

The great lords of Meereen didn't know what Mungo was thinking. Seeing that the "King of Horses" didn't get angry again, they thought they had been forgiven.

The great lord with the winged hairstyle spoke again, flattering in an extremely flattering tone:

"My Mingguang, your majestic body makes me admire you. The Lorak family is willing to submit to you and become the cornerstone of your upward movement."

"My family has some influence in Slaver's Bay, and I have many relatives and friends in the surrounding city-states..."

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Great Kaa with a wave of his hand. Meng Ge said bluntly:

"Meereen, next is Yunkai, then Astapor, New Gith, the entire Slaver's Bay is mine, so your existence is worthless to me!"

"No, no, no, you can't do this. In fact, you still don't know the true strength of the Lorak family..."

The great master from the Lorak family kept defending, but this time he was interrupted again.

It wasn't Meng Ge who spoke, but a burst of laughter, coming from the Dothraki leader.

Although they couldn't understand what the great master was saying, their appearance made them laugh.

Meng Ge didn't care about the laughter of the leaders, nor what the great master would say next. He asked very calmly:

"Staying in this high pyramid all day long, do you feel like gods?"

Without waiting for the great master to give an answer, he continued:

"Two hundred and thirty-seven."

"This number is absolutely correct. I sent out scouts three times in a row and they brought me back the same number."

"Two hundred and thirty-seven people, two hundred and thirty-seven lives, and you greeted me with bamboo poles with slave children stuck in them, and provoked me."

"Very good, we succeeded, and so did you."