Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 22
The night is thickly smeared on the sky, blindfolding the eyes of mortals, and the burning torches shine together, and the light is like day, breaking free from the shackles of night.

At this moment, flames suddenly appeared in the inner city of Kohor.

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

The more clearly audible sound of iron clashing caused the war horses under the Dothraki's crotch to lose their composure and become agitated.

"The night is dark, and everything is sinister."

Meng Ge held the whip tightly in one hand, and drew a long-handled scimitar from the horse's back with the other hand, and concentrated on observing the movement in Kohorne City.

He ignored the red-robed monk Maqiro who chanted prayers to the flames and begged R'hllor for strength.

beep--

Accompanied by the sonic boom generated by violent friction, the thick gates of the inner city were slowly pulled open.

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

Unexpectedly, an arrow flew from behind, caught off guard, and hit the back of the person who opened the door.

The gatekeeper reacted quickly and rushed to kill the rest of the traitors on the spot.

The excitement came to an abrupt end, and countless orders appeared in his mind, making him completely at a loss as to what to say, and slightly astonished, he put down the whip that was held in mid-air.

Looking at it, the city gate that can allow one person to pass through the gap has been opened, and the gatekeepers who are about to be rushed close it with all their strength.

Meng Ge was stunned for a moment, and then a flash of light flashed in his mind, he shook the whip in his hand fiercely, and shouted at the same time:
"Rush up and push open that damned city gate."

After finishing speaking, a horse galloped out first, and the fat and strong red horse was like an arrow shot from a bow, chasing the wind and electricity and rushing towards the city.

In an instant.

Looking at the nearly closed city gate, Meng Ge anxiously jumped up from the horseback, and slammed into the city gate with his body, twisting with great force, causing the horse to neigh tragically, and the horse turned sideways and fell heavily to the ground.

boom--

As if the black waves broke through the blockage, the powerful impact directly slammed half of the city gate open, and the violent vibration also made Mongo feel dizzy in the head, and there was even a slight tingling sensation.

Immediately, the sharp pain from his body brought him back to his senses in an instant.

Looking around, I saw a warrior who didn't look like a Dothraki in appearance. He followed him, turned over and jumped off the timid horse, and bravely charged towards the city gate.

Under the light of the fire, it can be seen that this person is a big man with a tan complexion and a strong build. His broad chest and belly are covered with scars, and he has an extremely long arakh machete on his waist. , the thick arm like a tree trunk is struggling to push the other half of the city gate.

With just one touch, Meng Ge noticed that the strong man's brain is not working well.

In a hurry, he pulled out the arakh scimitar from the waist of the strong man, let out the empty gate where he was, rushed to the other half of the city gate, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped down the guarding soldiers who were in shock and panic.

Rumbling--

The Dothraki cavalry rushed into the city in a devastating manner.

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

"The Unsullied obey the order and kneel down."

"Surrender to those who kneel on the ground, do not kill."

Meng Ge stood quietly and happily on the dark red ground, looking in the direction of the sound of persuasion.

A group of armored warriors are running and screaming among the guarding soldiers. The leader of the warriors is a gorgeous warrior wearing a visor whose face cannot be seen clearly. He holds a black stick like a scepter in his right hand. Wherever he goes, the soldiers They all knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads.

Although a lot of Dothraki cavalry had poured into the city, the gorgeous warrior's eyes were bright, and soon, he locked his target from the Dothraki crowd and rushed straight towards him.

Mungo's towering and majestic body like a mountain, together with the frenzy of hope thrown at him by other Dothraki, are just like a pearl in the dark night, shining brightly and eye-catching.

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

"Great Dothraki Khal Mongol, welcome to the city of Qohor, and the people of Qohor offer you their allegiance."

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 quality of the workmanship, the staff is a tool that symbolizes power.

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

This scene just happened to fall into the eyes of the red-robed monk Maqiluo who had just stepped into the city. The flames reflected in his eyes, flickering a mysterious light, and everyone was unaware of it.

The thoughtful Mungo also noticed the orange cloak on the warrior's back and the spear with the tip like a flame burning at his feet. He knew that this person was the Hand of the Holy Fire hidden in the inner city.

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

"Would the servants of the gods, the holy warriors of the temple, bow their knees to the human king?"

The gorgeous samurai raised his head in astonishment when he heard the words, deliberately avoiding Kao's eyes, but he didn't avoid the question in his words, and responded directly:

"The King of Light can only worship the only God, but he only needs to believe in God with his heart. All the believers of the God do not have divinity, they are only mortals, and all mortals must maintain respect for the human king. Before the King summons us to serve, we still need to live under the protection of Kayo, and we are all your people."

Having said that, seeing that Kayo still smiled and said nothing, the look in the warrior's eyes became more firm, and he looked straight, and continued with firm words:
"As long as your scimitar is sharp enough and your armor is hard enough, your warriors will be 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 their lives."

Hearing this sentence, Meng Ge laughed loudly and said, "My warrior, what's your name?"

"Aslan, Aslan McKenning." The samurai replied quickly.

Mungo didn't respond directly. He strode around the warrior, raised the scepter in his hand, and shouted loudly in the few Valyrian languages ​​he had temporarily grasped:
"Unsullied, obey orders, stand up, and take up your weapons."

In front of the uniform, sonorous and powerful, the whole is like an army of precision machines, Meng Ge feels extremely safe and trustworthy, and continues to shout:
"Follow my orders and kill all Kohor guards."

Accompanied by the exclamation and screams coming from his ears, Meng Ge turned his head and stared at the astonished and complicated Aslan, knowing it well, nodded with a smile, and said:

"I once faced the Mountain of Our Lady, swore to the Womb Lake of the world, and swore to the God of Horses, if the city of Kohor is unwilling to open the city and submit to me, all the believers of the black goat will be slaughtered on the day the city is broken. Now, can you Opening the door to offer the city, I am willing to forgive the [-] innocent people of Kehor in the outer city, this is already my greatest gift."

Facing Aslan, who was pale and hesitant to speak, Mungo waved his hand, signaling him not to persuade him.

Then he walked towards the Dothraki cavalry behind him.

"Dothraki warriors, I have promised you that if you capture Qohor, all the Dothraki will get gold, and I will share with you the wealth and treasures of Qohor's inner city."

All the Dothraki were wild and agitated when the khal spoke of the promises they had made in war.

Listening to the thunderous cheers, Meng Ge said in a clear voice:
"Close the city gates, and I allow you to plunder the inner city of Kohor all night, until the first light of dawn falls."

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 their command are the spirit of the contract that must be fulfilled.

Be true to what you say and do what you say, or your words will be worthless.

(End of this chapter)