Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 50 Riding the Horse of the World

Ponoko's camp was full of people, most of them were Dothraki, but there were also a few beautiful slave girls from Lazarin to add to the fun. Bono sat on a high "throne" like a tribal leader and looked down on everyone.

Jakoko was sitting on one side of him, and on the other side was Moher, the rider who was in charge of commanding the horse king Drogo's nearly ten thousand roaring warriors in this pursuit mission.

"I don't know why Kaa would fight against the steed that rides the world under the order of Dosh Kalin?" A Dothraki stood up abruptly as if drunk, and even put the silver wine utensils on the long table in dissatisfaction. He overturned the ground, but he did not forget to bow to the Kou according to the etiquette: "Kao should have led us to the east to plunder the wealth of the Lazarin, destroy their towns, and capture slaves."

The happy atmosphere of the banquet was completely broken, and the cheers all around stopped. The beautiful female slaves of the Zalarin people were frightened and wanted to cover their ears to avoid it. The delicious food and wine could no longer attract everyone's attention. Only then did he raise his head from his face full of astonishment, and he was in the mood to look at the person who uttered wild words.

"You're drunk." Jakoko slowly got up from the high position, and "kindly" pushed the Dothraki who was venting his emotions while drunk to sit back on the seat: "The Dosh Kalin naturally have their wisdom, and Kaa is also for Proof of his stature and prowess, no?"

"You're right." The Dothraki bent down to pick up the wine utensils that fell on the ground, and said with an embarrassed smile: "However, I would rather give up the opportunity to add to this magnificent record, as long as I can get it easily while alive." wealth."

At this time, the high-ranking "throne", Ponoko was carefully sizing up Mohe. The other party was not only an outstanding and brave figure of the tribe, but also held the greatest authority of the army, which must not be underestimated.

When he saw Mohe's eyes were sharp and menacing, and his whole body exuded a battle-hardened and dangerous aura, Bono quickly turned around and held the opponent's arm, showing a tired expression, and said:
"I think it's better for us not to deal with this matter now, at least not until the war with the enemy is over. Not only this warrior, but other warriors are also wondering what kind of prophecy made Dosh Kalin so aggressive. That's why the invincible Khal Drogo gave up the wealth of slaves that was within his reach, and ran all the way from Eastern Lhasa."

Hearing this, Mo He's chest burst out like coals of angry flames, breathed out again, and an unnatural shadow faintly appeared in his eyes.

Afterwards, Bono narrowed his eyes and glanced at the crowd, rubbed his face with his hands, and said:
"Since you have all heard the relevant news, go find a quiet corner to discuss, this is my banquet, but I must remind you, at least put your own worthless interests aside, and keep in mind that Kaa Do not forget that we are fighting a war, and the khal demands the loyalty of all."

Not long after, the banquet finally ended in a dignified atmosphere. Jia Ke and Mohe got up and walked out of the tent, and the others followed behind silently.

The curtain of the tent was opened, and the dawn light shone on Bono's body. At this moment, there was no trace of fatigue on his face, and all that was revealed was wisdom and coldness.

Although his body was not as tall and strong as Drogo's, he was perfect, and his bushy eyebrows hid fearless, shining eyes, making him look like a young king who stepped out of the story.

It took a long time for Bono to raise his head, and there were two people who walked in at some unknown time, one of them was Giacoko who had just left with a smile on his face.

The other was fat and white with a beardless face, and around his neck hung a bronze necklace with blood-red gemstones. It was the one sent by Dosh Kalim to beg the horse king Drogo for his life at the head of the Varana River. The eunuch.

"This banquet was a feast for the host and guests. Moher's attitude was seen by everyone. He showed concern about the current situation and was extremely loyal to Drogo. Now you must tell us whether Dosh Kalin ever What did you see in the prophecy? And all their plans?"

Bono got up and walked forward, stood beside the silent Jacco, nodded friendly to him, then turned around and asked the eunuch with a dangerous smile.

Bono and Jaco had quietly taken the forgotten eunuch with them since the Drogo tribe split at the Varana River, and the three men had been secretly colluding throughout the march.

However, the eunuch used to be out of Dosh Kalin's plan, and now it has completely turned into his own hatred of the horse king Drogo, while Bono and Jaco are overgrown like weeds in the Dothraki Sea because they cannot explain their hearts. An irrepressible ambition to grow.

The eunuch's fair face was hidden in the shadow of the backlight. He noticed the danger of the two people in front of him. He held the ruby ​​on his chest tightly with both hands, lowered his voice, and softly replied in a bewitching tone:

"Riding the steed of the world, is but an ancient Dothraki prophecy about a future great conqueror, and all Dothraki believe that this khal will be the mightiest khal ever, the dosh khalin ever It is believed that Drogo, the son of Khal Balb, will become a steed riding the world, but now this prophecy has been re-verified on a newborn Khal Dothraki, but before the prophecy comes true, this newborn Khal is about to die In the hands of Drogo, too, Drogo may die at any time, perhaps fighting, poison, magic, or even disease will take his fragile life, so who will be the next horse to ride the world? Pono Khal , Khal Jaqo, will it be you? Maybe it will be Drogo's Karaka, haha..."

Surrounded by the eunuch's hoarse laughter, Bono and Jaco's blood boiled endlessly, and they felt that there seemed to be some gods in the dark who were always leading them towards higher clouds.

"You mean that the ancient prophecy is false? No, no, it's Dosh Kalin's misinterpretation? It's not right either." Bono's mind was completely disturbed. Calm, then he stopped, looked at the eunuch suspiciously, and asked:
"You know what? After hearing so many rumors about the prophecy, there is only one thing, I am really curious, I want to know the answer, and that is if the doshkalin can't read the omen, how do they know , Where is the newborn Kayo in this prophecy? Before that, we didn't even know that the other party's name was Mungo."

The eunuch's laughter stopped abruptly, he didn't dare to look at Ponoko again, and then, a sharp machete was placed on his neck fiercely, the biting cold woke him up, and he couldn't help but glance at him quickly After showing a ferocious expression, he stretched out his hand and tried to hold the sharp blade slowly. Seeing that the blade was not moving at all, he could only answer obediently:
"The Dosh Kalin did get a true prophecy. They saw a huge Dothraki army attacking Qohor, and finally succeeded in washing away the shame of the Dothraki in the Battle of Qohor 400 years ago. Standing in front of them was a giant wearing a stone armor riding a red horse. They looked to the west and saw a storm was forming in front of them, roaring and rolling dark clouds, filled with boundless thunder and lightning, riding a red horse. The giant fought, but for some reason, they couldn't see his face, only the endless darkness and thick blood, and they prophesied that he would eventually be the steed that rode the world."

Bono slowly put down the scimitar in his hand, looked at Jacco with doubts on his face, and said:

"Drogo, he's riding a red steed, and he's a giant."

The eunuch saw that the other party withdrew his sharp blade, and the previous danger and tension disappeared, he laughed loudly and said:

"You should really interrogate the past of those captives, instead of just grabbing them and asking where is the army? Where is the khal? These are questions that they will never answer. I talked to them. Mongol khal also rode The red horse, his height looks like a real descendant of giants, northeast of Wes Dothraki is the lost kingdom of stone giant Jagowin, maybe the other party has the blood of stone giants, and I heard from those captives , Mongo's skin is as hard as a rock."

Speaking of these words, the eunuch seemed to recall some scenes, his body trembled slightly, as if he was very frightened, but he managed to lift his spirits and added:
"Whether Mungo or Drogo wins, the Dosh Kalim will not allow the birth of the prophesied steed that rides the world. They have contacted the other khals of the Dothraki sea to go to Vaes Dothraki. If you now If you leave, you can catch up with becoming a real Kayo."

(End of this chapter)