Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Thousands of miles of blue sky, white clouds are like silver waves rolling in the sea, with overlapping layers.

Meng Ge sat on the battlement, looking at the big clouds in the sky. After getting used to the bloody days of riding horses and killing people, the tranquility in the trance actually made him a little distracted.

It wasn't until he remembered that he had just rejected the proposal of the red-robed monk Ma Qiluo that his heart suddenly became heavy.

When will all the heroes in the world come to my rescue? Talents are in short supply...

He must personally sit in the city of Kohol to suppress the Dothraki arrogant soldiers and maintain law and order, while Kosolo needs to lead his troops to guard the water gate of the outer city.

The frail old man Ofer, who had just rested for a while, was called out again. He still needed to urgently deal with the remaining problems after the war outside the city wall.

Otherwise, given the current hot weather, the consequences can be imagined.

Now there is no one to deal with the affairs in the city, so we can only let nature take its course and maintain the status quo.

If they agree to the red-robed monk's proposal to appease the residents of the city, then it's hard to say whether Qohor will still belong to the Dothraki after the war.

"Ah, talent."

Mengge weakly shook his riding whip and jumped off the battlement.

While exercising, I can clearly feel the pain relieved from wounds all over my body and the itching caused by healing.

Thanks to the physical strengthening of the Noble Phantasm Twelve Trials, the enemy's vigorous blow can leave a wound on his body. The wound that would normally take more than ten days to heal for him only takes a short time. It can be cured in just a few hours.

With a heavy heart, Meng Ge walked down the city wall.

"Kaa, there is a familiar slave who wants to see you?"

At the gate of the city, the pale-faced clerk Ofo was still smiling, and beside him stood a tall man with wounds all over his body.

The old man walked forward slowly, approached Mengge and whispered:

"The number of our sacrifices has been counted. Out of the three thousand slave warriors, less than 400 have survived. This Gith is the only slave who brought back three enemy heads for you. According to the agreement, between you and him The debt has been written off, but he has other ideas. He wants to use these three heads to exchange for the freedom of his wife and children. You have promised him. "

Naturally, Mengge would not forget it, and then nodded, carefully looking at the Gith in front of him.

This man has an angular face, a pair of clear black eyes, a broad nose that is unique to the Gith, amber skin, and short, straight reddish-brown hair that hangs upward. The blood stains all over his body give him the feeling of an unyielding fighter.

"My promise is always valid." Mengge had an impression of the Gith people he had met in the slave camp. He stared seriously into the slave's eyes, repeated his last words, and said word for word: "A woman, Two boys."

The Gith man's tense expression immediately relaxed. Although he couldn't understand Dothraki, he could understand everything from Kaa's eyes and mouth movements.

When Ofer translated Khal's words into High Valyrian and told him, the Gith finally grinned and smiled happily.

Mengge turned sideways to the officer in charge of translation and said, "Ask him what his name is and which city-state in Essos he comes from?"

The Gith people also had a glorious history. The Giskali Empire, one of the oldest nations and civilizations in the world, ruled most of Essos. The symbol of the empire was the symbol of the Gith people, the eagle. A succubus.

Thousands of years ago, Valyria discovered dragons and rose rapidly. Later, with the help of dragons, they destroyed the Ghiscari Empire. The Valyrian people sprinkled every inch of Gith's land with salt, alkali, and sulfur. and dry bones, lest any survivors return.

Due to the destruction of the Empire of Gith, most of the orthodox Gith bloodline ceased to exist, but those who are still half-blooded Gith call themselves the Gith, and they have risen again in the remote Slaver's Bay.

As the Gith slaves eagerly sputtered long passages of High Valyrian, Old Man Ofer's brows furrowed as he listened.

After a moment, he was able to sort out his thoughts in his mind, and the translator added:

"His name is Bazzak, and he comes from the island city-state of New Gis. This city is located in the southern part of Slaver's Bay, on a small island in the Gulf of Sorrow. It is the most symbolic, smallest and youngest city of the Gith people. Zzak was once a free citizen of New Gith and served in the Iron Legion of New Gith for over twelve years."

Due to Ofer's poor physical condition, he paused for a breath before reluctantly continuing to add:

"In the heyday of the Ghiscari Empire, they were most famous for their highly disciplined legions, which were known as being undefeated. In order to be in line with the Ghiscari Empire, which has a glorious history, New Gith also fought with legions, called the Iron Legion. In addition to Apart from their status as warriors, their training and equipment are similar to those of the Unsullied.”

After listening to the translation and supplement of the clerk Ofer, Mengge’s eyes suddenly became extremely hot when he looked at the Gith Bazzak. No wonder this man was the only one who could bring back three heads.

At the same time, he also noticed Bazzak's anxious expression, so he could only considerately give up the idea of ​​having a long chat with him, and then said in a kind manner:

"What a brave warrior. Take him to see his wife and children as soon as possible. Be sure to send someone to take care of their family."

Then he turned to Ofer and whispered:

"This is a talent. Find a way to keep him playing for me."

The blazing sun is like the cryptic language of life, bursting out with power to cleanse the sins of the world.

In the inner city of Qohor, the Unsullied guard stood under the city wall and stopped a tall and serious man with platinum hair and sapphire eyes.

"Please help me tell the garrison commander Salo Kot, the scribe of the High Council of Nobles, to ask for an audience."

The man was well-spoken, his delicate and handsome appearance was as sharp as a knife and an axe, and his voice was as warm and pure as gurgling water.

"Aslan McKennan."

At this moment, the gloomy-looking garrison commander Salo Porter slowly walked down the city wall and called out the man's name.

Even though the war had many dissatisfactions, when he saw the handsome man in front of him, he still felt that he should cherish the beautiful life he had now.

Aslan Meckenin was born into a noble Lysian noble. Looking at his appearance, you can tell that he has pure and strong Valyrian blood, especially his enviable smooth and fair skin.

It is said that he was once a famous artist and sculptor in Reese. The painted marble boy statue in the courtyard of the high nobles of Qohor was the work of Aslan, and it once became a hot topic of praise among the nobles in the inner city.

It's a pity that gods always play tricks on mortals easily. The McKenning family lost in the political struggle in Lys, and Aslan changed from a noble man to a lowly slave who could be sold at will.

During the circulation auction, he was bought by the high-ranking nobles of Kohor City. Because of his excellent background and conversation, he quickly became a teacher in the residence of the high-ranking nobles.

When the war between Qohor and the Dothraki broke out, Aslan served as scribe to the High Council of Qohor's nobles.

Thinking of this, Salo Kote felt that even if the war was more difficult, he would still be happy.

So his steps became much more brisk, he stepped forward and pushed away the Unsullied guards, and said with a smile:

"Aslan, if there is something important, I have to patrol the city defense."

A voice as clear as spring water reached everyone's ears. Aslan said unhurriedly and politely:

"Before dusk, a meeting of high nobles will be held in my master's courtyard. Please be sure to attend on time."