Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The night faded away, and the light of dawn dipped into the soft and rolling clouds, making it look like a dream.

Nohat gently shook off the fatigue from his body and carefully searched for the traces left by the tribe, but the bright green that he saw only made him feel dizzy.

Along the way, the others had already fallen behind and he was the only one who was still gritting his teeth and persisting.

At this time, in his hazy vision, he seemed to see another cavalry galloping towards him. The crisp sound of horse hooves told him that all this was real.

The morning breeze blows, the morning glow reveals, and freshness comes oncoming.

"who is it!"

Nohat was awakened by the slight shaking and quickly reached for the scimitar at his waist.

Then a continuous vibration slowly came, and his hand fell out of control. Only then did he realize that his body was lying on a moving carriage.

"Secretary officer, enemy..."

He finally saw the people following the carriage clearly, and quickly prepared to get up and report the abnormal information he had discovered.

But Ofo shook his head and gently raised his hand to stop him.

"Have the enemies discovered our traces and are chasing the tribe?"

Nohat looked surprised, then nodded and said:

"Our team of reconnaissance cavalry set out from the Saihoru River and headed straight forward to search for the enemy's traces in the wasteland. We found nothing. However, the enemy had 60,000 cavalry and it was impossible to completely hide their traces. Moreover, we were returning to the Varanna River. On the way, I encountered enemy scout teams several times, so I judged that they did not reach the wasteland, let alone march westward towards the Saihoru River, but directly to the southwest towards the Varanna River.

Looking at the tired and pale Nohat, Ofer sighed helplessly and patted his shoulder gently:

"Thank you for your hard work, warrior of Kaa, please stay in the carriage and rest. From seeing you returning so hard, I know that there must be a major change in the enemy. Now it is certain that the tribe has lost another day of preparations. time."

After explaining this, Ofer quickly rode towards the rear of the marching team.

At this time, Bachelor Bass Potter fell behind the team, staring blankly at the birds in the sky, and even at any people or animals passing by.

When he saw the clerk Ofo coming on horseback, he came back to his senses and asked and answered:

"How did the enemy discover our traces? There are no spies or scouts following us. Are we really shapechangers? But among humans, only those in Westeros believe in the old gods and have the blood of the ancestors like the Children of the Forest. Only the northerners and wild people have the potential to travel easily, and how could such a person appear among the Dothraki."

A shapeshifter is someone who can invade the consciousness of an animal or other person and control their behavior.

The wise men with mystical powers among the Children of the Forest are said to be the most powerful shapeshifters, capable of slipping into the consciousness of any animal.

Affairs Officer Ofo didn't know much about occult knowledge, so he didn't think much about it and said directly:

"Then it's not a shapeshifter, we'd better look for other anomalies.

"Abnormal?" Bachelor Bass Potter kept mumbling to himself, frowning. He stared closely at the Dothraki women and children passing in front of him, his eyes flickering, and he suddenly exclaimed: "Stalling, blood, Is it blood magic or divination."

Orver's expression grew solemn when he heard the blood magic. The Dothraki hated this evil and unnatural power, and he also recalled the stallion covered in blood and mud.

"That's it." Bachelor Bass Potter woke up, got on his horse, and hurried to the back of the team, shouting: "Ofer, we are the only two people here who have seen the mother and son. You go forward, we Search separately, we must find the stallion."

At this time, south of the Valanna River.

The red sun looked at the city of Volantis through the morning glow, and the sound of horse hooves breaking the mountains and the ground broke the silence.

Meng Ge rode a fiery red horse with a galloping and vigorous figure. He first appeared in the sight of the city wall defenders, followed closely by the unstoppable Dothraki cavalry that came in like a mountain torrent.

"This is an impenetrable wall."

The Volantis defenders were afraid of the Dothraki's majesty, and Mongo also couldn't help but sigh at the black wall on the east bank of the Rhoyne River.

He led the cavalry to rein in their horses and stop their advance a thousand steps away from the city wall. This was a vivid display of the superb riding skills of the Dothraki.

In front of the military formation, Meng Ge calmly drove his horse and walked back and forth to observe.

His extraordinary vision had already discovered that various defensive weapons such as giant crossbows and trebuchets were placed on the black wall.

The bright and tranquil eastern sky is rippling with the blood-red light patterns of the rising sun.

The bells of Volantis rang urgently, quietly breaking the peace deep in people's hearts.

Meng Ge turned to the east and faced the rising sun, galloping his horse, raising the whip in his hand high, and the thunder accumulated in his chest burst out:

"Dothraki Warriors."

Under the dome, thirty thousand Dothraki roaring warriors formed mountains and seas.

See the majestic figure of Kaa riding a galloping war horse, and listen to his bell-like roar.

They roared and raised the arakh scimitars in their hands. In an instant, the shouts were like thunder, and the sound stopped the moving clouds.

The sound of horse hooves, accompanied by the roar, echoed through the city of Volantis again.

Under the leadership of Meng Ge, 30,000 roaring warriors turned around and headed north in a mighty manner.

The part of Volantis that was truly surrounded by the Black Wall was just a huge outpost, inhabited by the old nobles.

Outside the black wall on the east bank of the river are also crowded with houses, shops, taverns, docks and merchant ships.

That was Volantis. As a free trade city, it was the area with the most dense population and commerce. At the same time, there was no indestructible defense like the Black Wall.

But massacre and looting were obviously not Mongo's strategic goal this time. He just wanted to camp in the north of the city to intimidate the Volantis not to go north, so as to cover the tribes on the north bank of the Valanna River and build fortifications.

Even when the army was camping, Meng Ge was not idle.

He has now developed the good habits that a qualified commander should have. Whenever he goes to an unfamiliar area, he must first observe the terrain here.

"Valyrian Way!"

In the north of Volantis City, Mengge stared at the spacious ribbon pavement made of lava that was half a foot above the ground in front of him, and he was stunned in place.

He couldn't believe it. What he saw was a road extending straight north like a spear.

Mongo confirmed that he clearly remembered every detail on the map, but it definitely did not include the road to the north of the city. There was only one Valyrian road heading east in Volantis, leading to Meereen in Slaver's Bay.

"This road leads to the Varanna River."

At this time, Meng Ge heard a familiar voice again, and turned his eyes flatly to the red-robed monk not far away.

Magiro still looked calm at all times, but he looked much more enthusiastic.

He bowed respectfully to Kaa and said with a pious expression:

"Dear Khal Mengo, guided by the Lord of Light and assigned by the Supreme Priest, I am here to help you."

Meng Ge shook his riding whip. The red-robed monk's previous behavior made him extremely disgusted, but now it is more important to understand the direction of this road.

In silence, he rubbed the hilt of the dragon bone knife.

Then, with a calm expression, he showed a gentle smile and said:

"Maqiluo, you can explain to me in detail the origin and destination of this road."