Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The summer in the south of Essos is hot and rainless, and the sky after the war is very beautiful and clear.

However, the wind at this time changed direction, and the sea breeze blowing from the southern summer sea suddenly brought bursts of humid and hot air.

Mongol rode on horseback and watched with pleasure as the roaring warriors selected prisoners to join the team to form a new fighting force.

The Dothraki lacked the secular concepts circulated in the world. They only obeyed the winners and were willing to bow their heads and surrender to the strong.

At this time, a team of cavalry escorted the affairs officer Orver and the maester Bas Porter and hurried over.

They set out from the ruins of Sa Mer immediately after receiving the news of victory.

The reunion after the reversal of the situation was naturally a very happy thing. Mongol greeted them happily. They walked and talked, sharing the joy and prospects of the moment and discussing future plans.

When the maester Bas Porter proposed to record the process of this war and decided to name the battle, the three of them looked at each other in tacit understanding and laughed, and at the same time completely got rid of the pressure and shadow of the war.

Then, they stopped at the sparkling Varanna River under the bright sun in the south. In Mungo's eyes, he could even see the looming black wall of Volantis in the distance.

"Master, compared to using the common language of Westeros or the Valyrian language to record this battle, I hope you can create a written language for the Dothraki people. Every nation must have its own language. This is an unstoppable law of civilization development. Moreover, just lying under the tree of the predecessors to rest can no longer satisfy me.

The Dothraki people have their own language, but no written language. Many nomadic tribes around the Dothraki Sea do not have their own national language. The documents recording the history of the Dothraki people are all written by the Free Trade Cities.

Hearing the request of the khal, Bas Porter looked ahead silently, watching the birds fighting against the sky along the river, and then asked:

"Why not use Valyrian as the common language? This is a complete existing language with a profound influence and a wide range of usage. Although influenced by the tone of voice, the Valyrian language used in the Free Trade Cities of Essos and Slave Bay has its own dialects and derived vocabulary, but they are not far apart. "

Mongol pulled out the Valyrian steel scimitar and observed it carefully. There were golden and red inscriptions on it. The ancient Valyrian characters were gushing and burning like a spell flame. Then, he raised his head, his face full of ambition, and said seriously:

"I don't deny this. In fact, I am very clear that if I choose to promote the Valyrian language in the future, it will speed up my process of unifying Essos, but the Dothraki are not the orthodox Valyrians and have nothing to do with the Valyrian Empire. In another hundred years, those old nobles who claim to be descendants of Valyria will still remember the glory of the past. After my death, there will be no peace. Moreover, we have our own language, culture and traditions. If our civilization wants to develop, we must have our own writing to establish new ideas and concepts, enhance confidence and cohesion. The Dothraki cannot rely solely on plundering other people's wealth, or even language and culture, and finally stand on the top of the world.

At this time, Bass Porter completely recovered his nature as a scholar who was crazy about academic research. He repeatedly recalled and thought about the knowledge he had learned and the difficulty of creating writing based on the Dothraki language.

But soon he happily got rid of all his worries. He stared at the calm official excitedly and answered easily:

"No problem, but I need the help of Orfer. He is proficient in many languages ​​and characters. We can definitely successfully create a Dothraki character."

"Of course."

When Mongol heard the scholar's proposal, he immediately agreed with joy, thinking that he was one step closer to the long journey of unifying Essos.

At this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves woke him up from his dream. Norhat rode a warhorse alone and galloped over. He stopped a few steps in front of the three people and immediately turned over and dismounted.

He bowed to Mungo first, then quickly greeted Orver and Bas Porter briefly, and then excitedly reported:

"Kao, according to your instructions, I interrogated Bono and Jaco separately. It is indeed as you expected. Drogo's action this time is alone. When the army set out, his troops immediately moved to the hills south of the Qohor Forest. Only Kao and the Ko of each Cass know this information, and there are about 20,000 warriors guarding the camp there, but most of these people are from Bono and Jaco's Cass."

Mungo listened to the report carefully, and the flame of victory gradually ignited in his heart.

He was very sure of the accuracy of this information. Drogo definitely did not march with his troops, otherwise the speed of pursuit would not be so fast.

Now that he can determine the stationing location of these troops, it is enough for him to win.

Although war cannot be taken lightly, his confidence in defeating Drogo suppressed all other emotions and was unprecedentedly high. He laughed and said:

"Okay, go back and gather the troops. We will take Bono and Jaco to persuade these warriors to surrender. We must capture all of Drogo's followers. Other plans are as usual."

After hearing the order from the khal, Nohart immediately ran towards the warhorse, eager to rush back to convey the order.

"Wait."

Mungo shouted, stroking the scimitar in his hand, perhaps this was a warning from the depths of his heart about the danger.

But he felt that he still had to see more clearly, and he must not break into other people's traps.

He anxiously lowered his head and thought. After a moment, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that the source of all this hesitation was just the selfishness of the two little mice.

Drogo brought more than 60,000 soldiers with him for this operation. How could he still have 20,000 troops left to protect his people.

According to the original plan, Bono and Jaco would be sent back to Drogo to serve as bait.

It was obvious that these two people did not want to go back but were exaggerating their own value and wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape on the road.

But if they don't go back, Drogo may not be able to take the bait as he wishes, and his whole body may be affected by a single move.

Meng Ge previously thought that these two bandits were just disloyal to the tribe. After their first meeting, he realized that they seemed to be hiding some little secrets that he was not very interested in.

But now he only felt that the grass on the river bank looked too dense and messy, like a wild beast with teeth and claws, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

Mengge cut off the grass with a knife, calmed down his emotions, and said calmly:

"Nohat, go back immediately and torture Bono and Jaco. There are other collusions between these two people that have not been revealed. After asking for all the information, everything will proceed according to the original plan. You will personally lead the five thousand cavalry. Escort them back to Drogo's camp on the south bank of the Valanna River, and tell the enemy that we already know the location of their tribesmen. Remember, you must complete this task yourself to prevent these two people from escaping halfway. Then, you don't have to Return here, immediately search for traces of Corsoro, inform him of all our plans, and then obey his orders there. "