Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

All was silent, the dawn in the east was throbbing towards the broken life, soothing the dark wounds that had torn the clothes all night.

The long horn sounded again.

In the inner city, the noise caused by the gathering of the Dothraki army could not avoid alerting the residents of the outer city of Qohor.

The city woke up silently in silence.

The people who lived in fear all day long looked terrified, and their eyes looked through the cracks in the doors and windows, closely watching the movements of the Dothraki.

The Dothraki cavalry, who had gained a lot and were satisfied, walked through the main road in the city in a swagger, with greedy and ferocious expressions, and their eyes were wanton and arrogant, sweeping across the rows of intact stone tents.

The people of Qohor did not dare to look at them, hugging and trembling, like a sheep frightened by a pack of wolves on the grassland and feeling uneasy, the sound of horse hooves seemed to be stepping on the nervous heart, beating more and more tightly, as if the Dothraki were already banging hard on the door.

After a long time.

The gates of the outer city suddenly closed, and then the Unsullied stepped in unison and took over the city defense again.

The bells in the city, which had not rung for many days, rang again, not as urgent and heart-wrenching as the last time the Dothraki came, but full of melodiousness and peace.

The Dothraki are gone!

This happy news quickly spread throughout the city of Qohor, and both ordinary people and merchants and craftsmen were excited.

The world is unpredictable, with ups and downs, uncertainty about the future and the weakness of their own power, all dissipated, and the high-pressure emotions of the people of Qohor were released, and they cried with joy.

Cheers rose from the city of Qohor, stretching endlessly, resounding through the sky, and turned into the taste of life after the breeze blew.

Under the hazy red sun, the refreshing breath outside the city faded into the nose.

"Kao, do you really trust Aslan's proposal and choose to leave Qohor without any care?"

Mongol rode on horseback with a calm face, looking at the orderly Unsullied on the city wall and listening to the fierce cheers in the city.

Then, he turned around and smiled and replied to Bas Porter, who was worried beside him:

"If you don't trust a person, don't employ him. If you decide to employ this person, please don't doubt his ability and loyalty. And you Westeros people should also know that the Dothraki have no good feelings for towns. We have no precedent for ruling a stone city."

The blood wizard Bas Porter was stunned and smiled:

"Great Mongol Kao, please forgive my ignorant offense. Mortal reason is usually conquered by emotions, and your calm reason can conquer emotions."

The source of disaster is often caused by words, even if Bas Porter is clear in his heart.

Mongol needs to be cautious when dealing with things and speaking, and must not say to him directly: You are the hostage I left on purpose.

"Master, you are actually worried about your students." He had already recognized the master's necklace that the blood wizard had put on his neck again, and he also knew the knowledge corresponding to the chain. This was an important reason why he had patience and respect for the master. He could understand the danger of Aslan staying alone in the city to control the situation. Then he comforted Bas Porter, "Please rest assured, there are three thousand Unsullied in the city who are loyal to Aslan's orders. I also left two warriors to protect his safety.

Hearing this, the blood wizard Bas Porter immediately remembered the officer who had served in the "Iron Legion" of New Ghis for more than twelve years. He had a good impression of Bazzak, who had a stern and resolute face and a full military style, and nodded with a smile.

Then, he couldn't help but think of a tall figure who kept swallowing food, the greedy strong man who was second only to Kao in strength.

His brows were furrowed, so he couldn't help but say with a little worry:

"Kao, the warrior named Bevos seems to be a little inflexible. "

Mongol laughed in silence. Indeed, he didn't just look not very smart, he was really not smart enough.

Bevos was the strong man who followed him to break open the gate of the inner city. He was also the slave warrior recommended to him by the steward Orver after the Undercurrent Raid.

He had fought in the arena of Meereen and won the title of "Strong Bevos". He claimed that he had never lost a battle. The scars on his chest and stomach came from the fact that he always gave his opponents a chance to cut him before dying. After his gladiator career in Meereen ended, he was sold to Qohor and then given to Jumo Khal as a gift by the high nobles in the city.

Mongol did not answer. After thinking for a moment, he could only reluctantly explain:

"Bevos is strong and brave enough. He once defeated twelve Dothraki warriors with his bare hands. Moreover, his not very flexible mind can guarantee loyalty. "

Without waiting for the blood wizard to speak, he hurriedly changed the subject and said:

"Mr. Bachelor, please rest assured. Before setting off, I have authorized Aslan to abandon the city of Qohor when necessary. I have also specifically instructed and arranged for Bazzak to immediately lead the army to evacuate when his life is in danger. If you save the land but lose the people, both the land and the people will be lost. If you save the people but lose the land, both the land and the people will be saved."

Bass Zak was born in Westeros. As a maester who was trained in the Citadel and would assist the lord in the future, he firmly believed that the most important thing for a monarch is to have a kind heart. He immediately bowed his head and saluted:

"You are a kind and wise monarch, the source of faith for all loyal people, and the foundation of heroic spirit. When the horn in your hand sounds, the warriors of the kingdom must abide by their oaths, move forward indomitably, and stay away from arrogance and greed. You will surely lead mankind Stay away from strife and killing, and never repeat the cold-blooded mistakes of history.”

Meng Ge smiled and did not reply, calmly accepting this highly praised evaluation.

With joy on his face, his turbulent and ambitious eyes swept over the nearly five hundred Kohor craftsmen who were traveling with the Dothraki tribe, as well as the dozen or so carriages loaded with books.

These are the high-end craftsmen and quintessence of knowledge gained in Corsolo’s inner city.

Countless properties were obtained by plundering the nobles and wealthy merchants of Qohor, but the talents and knowledge in the hands of the nobles were equally valuable.

The color in his pupils was clear, the war goal had been achieved, and it didn't matter to him whether the city of Kohol existed or not.

When he first became a tribal khao, Meng Ge had thought about getting the gold tribute from the Kohor people, and then trying to negotiate with the city-state nobles and using the gold to buy a group of slave craftsmen.

After annexing Jiumokao's tribe, he felt that he had strong soldiers and horses, and he wanted both gold and craftsmen.

So, when he saw the gold paid as tribute by the envoy from Kohor City, he decided to get more, but he could only rely on the scimitar and bow and arrow in his hands to grab it.

Now, he had the knowledge and talents he wanted most. Even if Aslan failed to defend the city of Qohor next time, the next time the Dothraki advanced westward, a dead city would remain there and they would not be able to escape.

The Dothraki chose to pretend to abandon the city of Qohor in order to lower the vigilance of other Free Cities.

For them, a powerful but conservative Khal tribe who abides by tradition and wanders in the Dothraki Sea is far more powerful than a tribe that has strong military power and is the first Dothraki nomad to rule a city-state. It is plotting changes and is ambitious. The Kaa tribe is much less threatening.

The fist that was retracted was just to swing it out with more power.

Governance is more arduous than war. If the Dothraki want to rule the city of Kohor stably, they must not only solve the problem of the people in the city, but also face other free city-states, which will undoubtedly tie up a lot of manpower and energy.

Moreover, at the beginning of the war, the Kohol fleet had already headed north. Although it might be restrained by the Dagger Lake pirates, it would sooner or later break free and return to the Jean River. Norvos, its ally who had received requests for help from Kohol City, might also send troops to rescue them.

The short-term benefits are not big, and the gains outweigh the losses. On the contrary, it will affect the overall situation of unity.

Aslan stayed alone in the city, preparing to form a merchant governor's council to rule the city of Qohor behind the scenes. Not only could he continuously deliver resources to the Dothraki, but he could also hide in the nine free city-states and pass on information.

The Qohor fleet and the Norvos reinforcements were broken into pieces, and they were defeated without any bloodshed.

The top priority is that he needs to return east as soon as possible to complete the unification of the Dothraki.

Looking back for the last time, he muttered in his heart: The Dothraki did not like the town, but they also did not let the town go so easily. Aslan Yin must survive.

Then, Meng Ge drove away on his fiery red horse.

After crossing the Qinn River, you will see a forest of spears planted on the ground, with countless fresh heads growing on it.