Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 43 Kosoro

Kosoro was riding on horseback, holding the handle of the scimitar tightly in his hand. As the Kahal army crossed the Varanna River, time passed slowly, his situation became more and more dangerous, and his heart became more and more serious. Nervous and sensitive.

His mind was blank, and he could hardly see the scene around him. There was no breeze in the gloomy sky, but the air around him was screaming sharply, and the grasses were all whispering softly.

The sound of the heartbeat was like a faint drum echoing in the mountains and rivers. Sometimes it would disappear suddenly, and then it would continue at the next moment. Sometimes it was far away, sometimes it was near. He didn't know if the Dothraki cavalry beside him heard the sound.

Since Saihoru went down, Kosoro has been traveling day and night for four consecutive days, but he has never been able to sleep. The enemy that never dissipates makes him worry a lot.

He began to doubt his ability, why there are various opportunities to ask Kayo for an order, he can become an honorable, loyal, and brave bloodrider, so he only needs to follow Kayo firmly That's it.

At the same time, he kept thinking, if Kaa received his request to become a bloodrider, would he be disappointed?Maybe not, people should clearly realize their talents.

After all, when Khal Dzeko was still in charge of the tribe, everyone thought he was thin, small, and insignificant. They would pretend not to see him in order to ridicule and humiliate his short stature. When he spoke, he deliberately ignored him. Any Dothraki None of the Warriors would choose to talk to him.

The troops rested in the sand near the eastern side of the city-state of Volantis, an open and flat land near the wide Valyrian road to Meereen, the Slavers' Bay.

Kosoro knew that the enemy was still about a day away from the black wall of Volantis. Some of the scouts sent to the front line to investigate the situation never came back, and others rushed back in a hurry.

Report to the lands near the Varanna, that roaming the enemy scouting cavalry in great numbers, that a large Dothraki army was marching on Volantis along the banks.

He really wanted to find someone to confide in. He thought of Officer Ofer and Bachelor Bas Potter, but this only made him more lonely.

The war was changing so fast, and according to the original plan, the troops led by the two opponents hiding in the Sa Meer swamp should be the lone army standing by and waiting for reinforcements.

Kosoro once longed to be a tall horse-mounted warrior like Kayo, so that he would not be thrown to wild dogs by his mother as a deformed baby who could not grow up healthily when he was just born.

He can rescue the "mothers" when the old women who secretly picked him up to raise him were severely punished and lost their lives.

Kosoro could suddenly smell the horses, hear them pacing on the sandy ground, and the sudden heavy snort, so he knew that there were Dothraki tribes around him.

At last he sat up suddenly, and listened to the rapid toll of the bells of Volantis again, as the host of the enemy drew nearer.

He also heard someone shouting loudly, and then a tall figure that blocked the light from his vision appeared in front of him.

"Kou, this damned enemy doesn't stop for a moment, and we can't detect anything when we are weak in numbers."

The person who came was a tall Dothraki scouting cavalryman. Kosoro clearly remembered that this person had deliberately stepped on him and cursed him like a "Hersilaki".

This is the scornful name of the Dothraki to the Zalarin, which means "sheep people". The Zalarin live in Raza in the southeast of Ves Dothraki. They only live by grazing and have the highest faith. Shepherds believe that all human beings are the same group of lambs under the care of the Supreme Shepherd, so they are gentle in nature, but in the eyes of the Dothraki, they are weak in character. Their appearance is also very similar to that of the Dothraki, but their stature is shorter.

Kosoro didn't really like the rebelliousness of the comer, but this person now belongs to his Kas tribe, and they respected and loyal to him very much.

And he has more serious things to worry about than this, waiting is really unacceptable, he really wants to know the enemy's tracks and see their real situation.

Kosoro ignored the scouting cavalry for the time being, but turned around and gave orders to the people around him. His voice was low and hoarse, but he did not hesitate.

"Order that everyone must be ready to go immediately, we may have to march urgently."

Nothing was revealed on his expressionless face, and then he brought the scouting cavalry to an open space alone, and asked:

"How much information about the enemy did you bring back?"

The scouting cavalry didn't waste time, but he seemed to think of some terrible scenes, and he could feel some fear from his voice:
"The enemy is moving faster than expected. I only saw people on horseback. There are many people, at least four times our number. From the direction of the scouts, they are not heading towards the Valyrian road, but in the direction of Valyria. Walking along the Varanna River, they did not let down their vigilance, and scattered many riders on the road, it is impossible for us to harass and attack them by surprise."

Kosoro did not give any response. He suppressed the worries in his heart, looked to the northeast thoughtfully, and then rode his horse and turned back to prepare to issue an order to set off.

This is the beginning of the war. In his view, if he wants to fulfill Kayo's mission, he must take the initiative to disrupt the enemy's plan, and must not fall into the opponent's disadvantage.

It’s just that before he could give any orders, there was another rapid bell in the western city of Volantis, and the enemy’s distance was even closer. The air was filled with anxiety and death, and the horses were very restless. His shoulders seemed to be weighed down by heavy responsibilities, boundless fear took the opportunity to attack, and his heart pulse was beating slowly.

Suddenly, he seemed to vaguely see the black clouds rolling in the distant sky. At that moment, the dazzling sunlight shone from the west and fell into the horses.

At the same instant, the wind picked up.

Kosoro with his long braids blowing in the wind, the blood flowing in his body that drank mare's milk, no misfortune, he is Kou now, he has risen from the mud, he admits to being smaller than any Dothraki , but if someone laughed at him because of this, he would cut off the opponent's head to even out the gap between the two.

Acquiescing to self-incompetence undoubtedly creates opportunities for failure. He must think about his own strengths and think clearly instead of fear, and everything else will follow.

Kosoro turned around and faced the Dothraki cavalry gathered around him. He shouted in a majestic voice, and even the outermost cavalry could hear what he said:
"Dothraki warriors, can you smell the news that flows in the wind? I have confirmed that there is a breath of victory in the air. Loyal and valiant Dothraki, sons of the horse gods, The critical moment has arrived. Although we are fighting against the enemy on the south bank of the Varanna River, the glory of Kaa still protects us. The honor everyone has won will always belong to you. We once swore an oath to the Mount of the Virgin, As the stars bear witness, now is the time for us to fulfill our oath, and let the enemy know who is the most valiant mounted warrior in the Dothraki Sea."

More than 1 Sraki roaring warriors roared and raised their scimitars in their hands, and the astonishing cry was like thunder in an instant.

At the same time, the horn sounded vigorously in response, interweaving into a magnificent wave, like a giant eagle galloping in the sky sweeping across the field of Volantis.

"Dothraki warriors, we shall fight in blood,"

Kosoro clamped his horse and yelled, and galloped on the yellow sand first, followed by nearly ten thousand Dosraki cavalry.

(End of this chapter)