Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 19 All Quiet in Kohor
Thousands of miles of blue sky, the blossoming white clouds are like silver waves rolling in the sea, overlapping with each other.

Meng Ge sat on the battlements, looking at the big clouds in the sky, after he was used to the bloody days of riding horses and slaughtering, the tranquility in a 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 mood suddenly became heavy.

When will the heroes of the world be able to fall into my trap? There is a shortage of talents...

He must personally sit in the city of Kohor to suppress the arrogant Dothraki soldiers and maintain law and order, while Kosoro needs to lead 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 problems left over from the war outside the city wall.

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

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

If he agrees with the proposal of the red robe monk to appease the residents of the city, then it is hard to say whether Kohor will still belong to the Dothraki after the war.

"Ah, talent."

Mungo flicked his whip weakly and jumped off the battlement.

When exercising, I can clearly feel the pain relief from the wounds all over my body and the itching brought by the healing.

Thanks to the physical strengthening of the Noble Phantasm Twelve Trials, the enemy's hard blow can leave a wound on his body. The wound that usually takes more than ten days to heal, for him, it only takes a short time. It will heal within a few hours.

With a heavy heart, Mungo walked down the city wall.

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

At the gate of the city, Ofer, the pale-faced clerk, was still smiling, and beside him stood a tall and strong man covered in wounds.

The old man paced forward slowly, approached Mungo and whispered:

"The number of our sacrifices has been counted. Among the three thousand slave warriors, less than 400 survived. This Ghis is the only slave who brought back three enemy heads for you. According to the agreement, between you and him Since then, his debts have been cancelled, but he has other ideas, and wants to use these three heads in exchange for the freedom of his wife and children, as you promised him."

Naturally, Mungo would not forget, and nodded immediately, carefully looking at the Ghis people in front of him.

This person has a sharp-edged face, a pair of black clear eyes, a broad nose unique to the Giss, amber skin, reddish-brown short vertical hair that is high-spirited, and the blood stains all over his body give him the feeling of an unyielding fighter.

"My promise is always valid." Mungo had an impression of the Ghis people he had seen in the slave camp. He stared seriously at the slave's eyes, repeated what he said last time, and said word by word: "One woman, Two boys."

The tense expression of the Ghisian immediately relaxed. Although he couldn't understand Dothraki, he could understand everything from Kayo's eyes and mouth movements.

After Ofer translated Kaa's words into High Valyrian and told him, the Ghis finally grinned and smiled happily.

Meng Ge turned sideways to the interpreter and said, "Ask him what his name is, and which city-state of Essos is he from?"

The Giss also had a glorious history. The Ghiscari Empire, one of the oldest countries and civilizations in the world, ruled most of Essos. The symbol of the empire is the symbol of the Giss, the eagle Banshee.

Thousands of years ago, Valyria discovered dragons and rose rapidly. Later, relying on the help of dragons, they destroyed the Ghiscari Empire. and dry bones, lest any survivor return.

Due to the destruction of the Ghis Empire, most of the orthodox Ghis bloodlines no longer exist, but the existing Ghisian mixed bloods are all Ghis people themselves, and they have re-emerged in the remote Slaver's Bay.

Accompanied by the Ghis slave's eager utterances of High Valyrian, Old Man Ofer frowned.

After a while, he could 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 Ghis. This city is located in the south of Slaver's Bay, a small island in the Bay of Sorrows. It is the most symbolic, smallest and youngest city of the Ghis people. Zzak was a free citizen of New Ghis and served for more than 12 years in the Iron Legion of New Ghis."

Due to Ofer's poor physical condition, he paused as he spoke, before reluctantly continuing to add:

"In the heyday of the Ghiscari Empire, the most famous thing was their well-disciplined legion, which claimed to be undefeated. In order to match the glorious history of the Ghis Empire, the new Ghis also fought with legions, called the Iron Legion. Aside from being a warrior, their training and equipment are similar to those of the Unsullied."

After listening to Officer Ofer's translation and supplement, Mungo's eyes on Bazzak, the Gisian, suddenly became extremely hot. No wonder he was the only one who could bring back three heads.

At the same time, he also noticed Buzzzak's anxious and urgent demeanor, so he could only empathetically give up the idea of ​​having a long chat with him, and then said kindly:

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

Then he turned sideways to Ofer and whispered:
"It's a talent, find a way to keep him playing for me."

The scorching sun is fiery red and unrestrained, like the lingo of life, bursting out with power to cleanse the sins of the world.

In the inner city of Kohor, the Unsullied guarded under the city wall, stopping a tall and serious man with platinum-blond hair and sapphire eyes.

"Please help me tell Garrison Commander Salo Kotter, the scribe of the High Noble Council, to see me."

The man speaks well, his delicate and handsome appearance is like a knife and an axe, and his voice is as warm and pure as gurgling water.

"Aslan McKenning."

At this moment, the garrison commander Salo Potter with a gloomy expression slowly walked down the city wall and called out the man's name.

Even though there are many unsatisfactory things in the war, seeing this handsome man in front of him still makes him feel that he should cherish the good life he has now.

Aslan McKenning was born a noble Lysian nobleman, and he had a pure and strong Valyrian bloodline from his appearance, especially his enviable smooth and fair skin.

It is said that he was once a well-known artist and sculptor in Rees. The painted marble statue of a boy in the courtyard of the nobles of Kohor is the work of Aslan, which 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 with ease. The McKenning family lost in Rees's political struggle, and Aslan changed from a noble person to a lowly slave who can be sold at will.

In the transfer auction, it was bought by a high-ranking nobleman in Cohor City. Because of his excellent background and manners, he quickly became a teacher in a high-ranking nobleman's mansion.

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

Thinking of this, Salo Kotter felt that even if the war was harder, he would be happy with it.

As a result, his steps became much lighter, and he stepped forward to push away the Unsullied guards, and said with a smile:
"Aslan, what's important, I have to inspect the city defense."

The voice as clear as spring water reached everyone's ears, and Aslan said in a polite and unhurried manner:
"Before dusk, the High Noble Meeting will be held in my master's courtyard. Please be sure to attend on time."

(End of this chapter)