Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The night is thickly smeared on the sky, blindfolding the eyes of mortals, and the burning torches complement each other, shining like day, breaking free from the shackles of the night.

At this time, fire suddenly appeared in the inner city of Kohol.

In an instant, shouts of killing and screams resounded throughout the city.

The increasingly clear and audible sound of the collision of iron tools made the war horses under the Dothraki's crotches no longer calm and started to stir.

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

Meng Ge held the riding crop tightly in one hand and drew the long-handled scimitar from the horse's back with the other hand, concentrating on observing the movements in the city of Kohol.

He ignored the red-robed monk Magiro beside him, who was chanting a prayer into the flames, praying for R'hllor to grant him strength.

beep--

Accompanied by the sonic boom caused by violent friction, the thick gate of the inner city was slowly opened.

Meng Ge clenched his fists excitedly, thinking that the victory was settled.

Unexpectedly, an arrow flew from behind, catching him off guard and hitting the person who opened the door in the back.

The gatekeepers reacted quickly and rushed forward to kill the remaining traitors on the spot.

The excitement came to an abrupt end, and countless orders emerged in his mind, leaving him completely at a loss as to what to say. He put down the riding crop in mid-air with some surprise.

As he watched, the city gate, which could allow one person to pass through the gap, had been opened, and the gatekeepers who were about to arrive were closing it with all their strength.

Meng Ge was stunned for a moment, and then an idea flashed in his mind. He shook the riding whip in his hand and shouted at the same time:

“Rush up and push open that damn city door.

After saying that, they galloped out at the lead. The fat red horse was like an arrow shot from a bow, chasing the wind and lightning towards the city.

Arrives in an instant.

Looking at the nearly closed city gate, Meng Ge anxiously jumped up from his horse and slammed his body into the city gate. The huge twist of force caused the war horse to neigh tragically, and the horse turned sideways and fell heavily to the ground.

boom--

It was like a black wave breaking through a blockage, and the powerful impact directly slammed half of the city gate open. The violent vibration also made Mengge feel dizzy, with a slight tingling sensation in his head.

Then the severe pain that shot through his body brought him back to consciousness instantly.

Looking around, he saw a warrior whose appearance did not look like a Dothraki. Following him, he jumped off the timid horse and charged towards the city gate with a brave step.

Under the firelight, it can be seen that this person is a big man with tan skin and a strong build. His exposed broad chest and big belly are covered with scars. He has an extremely long arakh scimitar on his waist. , arms as thick as tree trunks were struggling to push the other half of the city gate.

With just one glance, Meng Ge realized that the strong man's brain was not working very well.

In a hurry, he pulled out the arakh scimitar from the strong man's waist, made way for the empty door he was in, rushed behind the other half of the city gate, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped down the shocked and frightened gatekeepers.

Rumble——

The Dothraki cavalry rushed into the city with a devastating attitude.

At this moment, the battle in the city was coming to an end. The entry of the Dothraki into the city directly shattered all the morale of the soldiers defending the city, and they fled in all directions.

"The Unsullied obey the command and kneel down."

"Those who surrender and kneel will not be killed."

Meng Ge stood quietly and contentedly on the dark red ground, looking in the direction where the voice of persuasion to surrender came from.

A group of armored warriors were running and shouting among the soldiers defending the city. The leader of the warriors was a gorgeous warrior whose face could not be seen clearly with a visor. He held up a black stick like a scepter in his right hand. Wherever he went, the soldiers They all knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads.

Although a lot of Dothraki cavalry had already poured into the city, the gorgeous warriors had sharp eyes. They quickly identified their target among the Dothraki crowd and rushed straight towards him.

Menggo's majestic and majestic body is like a mountain, and the fervent hope that other Dothraki people throw at him is just like a pearl in the dark night, dazzling and eye-catching.

Under his deep and far-sighted gaze, the gorgeous warrior calmly took off his face armor, revealing his handsome and elegant face. He knelt down on one knee in submission, held the scepter in both hands and offered it respectfully, bowed his head and said:

"The great Dothraki Khal Mungol welcomes you to the city of Qohor, and the people of Qohor offer you their loyalty."

The head of the black goat-shaped staff is made of iron, and the body of the staff is engraved with unknown patterns. Regardless of the workmanship, the staff is a tool that symbolizes power.

Meng Ge stretched out his hand without hesitation and firmly grasped the scepter that symbolized the command power of the Unsullied.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Ma Qiluo, the red-robed monk who had just stepped into the city. The flames reflected in his eyes, shining with a mysterious light, and no one noticed it.

Meng Ge, who was attentive, also noticed the orange cloak hanging behind the warrior and the spear with a tip like a burning flame at his feet. He knew that this person was the Hand of the Holy Fire hidden in the inner city.

"You are a believer of R'hllor." Mengge's face became serious, he turned to look at the red-robed monk Magiro, pondered for a moment, seemed to have figured something out, and then smiled gently at the warrior:

"Will the servants of gods and the holy warriors of the temple also bow down to the king of mankind?"

Hearing this, the gorgeous warrior raised his head in astonishment and deliberately avoided Kaa's eyes. However, he did not avoid the question in his words and responded directly:

"The King of Light can only worship the one God, but you only need to believe in God with your heart. All believers in God do not have divinity, they are just mortals, and all mortals must maintain respect for the human king. In the light Before the king calls us to serve, we still need to live under your protection, Kaa, and we are all your people."

After saying this, Kaa still smiled and said nothing. The look in the warrior's eyes became more determined. He looked straight and continued with conclusive words:

"As long as your scimitar is sharp enough, your armor is hard enough, and your warriors are as loyal as blood and as lush as the Dothraki Sea, they will surely be able to withstand the darkness and cold, and break through the flames to determine life."

After hearing these words, Meng Ge laughed loudly and said: "My warrior, what is your name?"

"Aslan, Aslan Mackennin." The warrior replied quickly.

Menggo did not respond directly. He stepped around the warrior, raised the scepter in his hand, used temporary control, and shouted in the few Valyrian languages:

"Unsullied, heed the command, stand up and pick up your weapons."

In front of him, they were uniform, sonorous and powerful, and the whole was like an army like a precision machine. Mengge felt extremely safe and trustworthy, and continued to shout:

"Follow my order and kill all the Qohor soldiers defending the city."

With the exclamations and screams coming from his ears, Mengge turned back and stared at Aslan, who had a stunned and complicated expression. He knew what he knew, nodded with a smile, and said:

"I once faced the Holy Mother Mountain, swore to the womb lake of the world, and swore to the horse god that if the city of Kohor is not willing to open the city and surrender to me, all the Black Goat believers will be slaughtered when the city is broken. Now, can you By opening the city, I am willing to forgive the hundreds of thousands of innocent people of Kohor in the outer city. This is already my greatest gift."

Facing Aslan, who looked pale and hesitated to speak, Mengge waved his hand, indicating that he should not give advice.

Then he walked towards the Dothraki cavalry behind him.

"Dothraki warriors, I once promised you that if we capture Qohor, all the Dothraki will receive gold. I will share the wealth and treasures of the inner city of Qohor with you."

The Dothraki became wildly agitated upon hearing Khal's promise of war.

Listening to the thunderous cheers, Meng Ge said loudly word by word:

"Close the city gates and I allow you to plunder the inner city of Qohor all night until the first light of dawn shines."

Oaths and promises are formal and serious matters, especially the oaths made by the gods of mountains and rivers, and the promises made to the soldiers under his command, which are the spirit of the contract that must be fulfilled.

Be true to your words and be resolute in your actions, otherwise your words will become worthless.