Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 4 The Buried Genius

The Sarn River is galloping and roaring, like a wild horse running wild, flying in the air.

After a while, Kayo's anger might also be like this turbulent river. The old man Ofer couldn't help thinking whether he would die from the legendary branch or the dagger.

Ofer didn't know if he was afraid of death or not, but he hoped it would be best to stay alive.

Kayo's decision cannot be questioned, and his authority cannot be offended. He was so dizzy just now that he dared to refuse Kayo's request and tried to speak out about the other party's fault.

His cloudy eyes looked to the northwest with nostalgia, waiting for the final judgment.

The next moment, Kao Mengo's calm and majestic voice sounded again:
"Ovo, do you know the writing on this stone!"

This was the most beautiful voice the old man had ever heard in his life, so he hurriedly stepped forward to check it out.

Looking at Ofer who couldn't wait, Mongo knew that his pretended silence just now had an effect.

"In Valyrian, stones are signposts. The upper one points to the city of Asalia, which is the ruins of Vaes Kadok, and the lower one points to..."

Ofer's mouth moved, but he couldn't continue talking. Mungo, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and said:
"I didn't expect you to know Valyrian. Where does the following road sign point to?"

Faced with Mungo's pressing questions, which seemed to be nothing, Ofer was eager to calm down. He knew that this was not his illusion, and there were too many clues that emerged today.

After getting along with each other for seven days, he knew that this legendary khal was strong and brave, and also had the delicacy and wisdom that other khals lacked.

Old man Ofer took a deep breath, pretending to be calm and said:

"Kaal, this Valyrian road still leads to Saias in the northwest, where the Salor people are lingering, but the city has fallen, and now there is only hunger, poverty and disease."

"Really?" Mungo's lips curled up slightly. "Then, Ofor the Wise, the Salor people have huddled here, lingering on their last legs. They have long lost their former glory. After destroying them, I am willing to give them the last honor."

Ofer's breath was suffocated, and he stopped talking.

Meng Ge stared closely at the old man's eyes, and continued expressionlessly:
"You have the common blood of Dothraki and Salor, the bronze skin belongs to Dothraki, and the slender and long limbs are the characteristics of Salor, but you don't agree with the culture of Dothraki, but you worship Salor You call your tribal brothers their Dothrakis, and you call yourself Tangarzan Finn, and you recognize the resounding title of the Salorans in your heart."

Hearing the words, the old man, Ofer, seemed to have been stabbed deep in his heart. He couldn't restrain his impulse, the folds on his forehead were locked tightly, his beard was trembling, and he said excitedly:

"The most elite warriors in Salor will fight in a knife-wheeled chariot. The driver of the chariot will be the wife or daughter of the warrior. Women and men go to the battlefield together. This is the tradition and glory of the Salor people."

When mentioning the Salorians, his eyes were filled with admiration and longing.

Immediately, Ofer's eyes showed anger again, his voice was hoarse, and he growled:

"And the Dothraki believe that the most important moment of human life must happen under the sky, so there is no privacy in the tribe. They mate like animals under the watchful eyes of the whole tribe, and even share their wives with the tribe. , free from guilt and shame."

Mungo looked at the vicissitudes of the old man Ofer's gradually distorted face. He knew that the Dothraki's concept of crime and shame was completely different from that of other nation-states, and he also could not accept some customs.

After venting his anger, Ofer trembled and lowered his head. After he calmed down, he realized that it was a Dothraki khal standing in front of him.

Ofer keeps saying that he hates Dothraki culture, but he himself is a person who abides by Dothraki traditions.

A true Dothraki with a rebellious mind.

Childhood shadow, Meng Ge sighed, patted Ofer on the shoulder, and whispered:
"I won't punish you. Your mother is from Salor, right? She raised and taught you in the tribe."

Ofer still bowed his head and didn't speak.

Mongo spoke again and said:
"I swear in the name of the god of horses: I, Khal Mongo, will not punish you, I will not slaughter Saias, I swear to the mountain of the mother and the womb lake of the world: I will be the one who changes the Dothraki. It is to make the Dothraki a supreme khal as great as the Kingdom of Salor and the Valyrian civilization."

Ofer finally raised his head, then knelt down on the ground:

"Khal Mungo, I swear by the gods of Tangazan Fion, by the god of horses and all the gods of the world, by the mountain of the Mother and the womb lake of the world: I, Ofor, shall be yours The blood is of the same origin, this is the mercy bestowed on me by fate."

Mungo reached out to lift Ofer up, looked at the weather-beaten face of the other side, and asked:

"I know that this may cause you pain, but I still want to know what kind of knowledge your Salorian mother taught you, which determines how I should use your talents."

Ofer stood still, lost in memory, and said after a while:
"My mother's bloodline can be traced back to the last high king of the Kingdom of Salor, Mazzoro Alaihu, so in addition to the language and writing of the Salor people, she also taught me the language and writing of Valyria, as well as Qarth. language, the lingua franca across the Narrow Sea, made me familiar with all the history of Essos."

Hearing this, Meng Ge didn't react for a while, and his face looked a little dull. He originally thought that the old man was at most a wise man among the Dothraki, but now he just felt that he had picked up a treasure. Senior talents with four foreign languages ​​are among the top in the world.

Ofer has stayed in the Dothraki tribe all his life, and probably has no chance to use other abilities except the skill of killing people on horseback. He seriously lacks the knowledge of his own abilities. If he has this ability, he still stays in the Dothraki sea to beg.

Seeing that Mungo seemed unmoved, Ofer hastily continued to add:

"The Valyrian languages ​​I know include High Valyrian and Low Valyrian."

At this time, Mungo's heart was like the flooded Sarn River, surging and churning. High and low Valyrian, which is equivalent to the standard of Mandarin, has no problem communicating across the country. At the same time, he can speak nine local dialects. The kind of their own dialect system.

Ofer was completely in a frenzy at this time. Seeing that Mungo Khal hadn't recognized himself, he was eager to show his ability and blurted out:

"I have a way. I can help you deal with the three Kass in the tribe."

The old man Ofer believed that Khal Mongo was so powerful that he did not immediately launch an attack on Wes Kavok, and he was cautious and persistent in the terrain strategy.

In fact, what Mungo thinks about the most is to be able to get the enemy's tribe with the least casualties.

As for the Kou of the three Cass, he did have this concern. Although the Kou expressed their surrender, they had only spent a short time together, so they couldn't fully believe it. A slight hesitation on the battlefield would have fatal consequences.

In this regard, Mungo already had a plan. For the ambition in his heart, he could only give honor to his opponent, and then patted Ofer on the shoulder, indicating that he had recognized his talent.

(End of this chapter)