Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 59 The Storm Comes
Dark clouds filled the sky, burying the last light of life of all things, and the ferocious wind was like the arrogant roar of a monster giant, tearing the earth wantonly.

Thunderbolts slammed down with the wrath of the gods, but in an instant, darkness once again spread from all directions, swallowing the entire world.

After the long Xia Lieyang, this kind of storm will be born in the sea of ​​​​summer, and the coastal residents who are accustomed to it named it "Dragon King".

At this moment, just east of the city of Volantis, all forces began to gather towards the "Dragon King", preparing for the coming storm and war.

Just as Noahart led the cavalry and marched south according to the information obtained from the interrogation of the prisoners, Drogo happened to follow the trail of Kosoro and headed north.

The darkness has completely engulfed the wilderness under their feet, and the cavalry lined up in a long line, galloping amidst lightning and thunder, and the dazzling white light cast shadows on their bodies.

They kept moving forward without slowing down, trying to find their targets before the storm came.

At last they met at last in the eastern foothills of Volantis.

The dark clouds pressed down on the top of the mountain, as if it was about to collapse, a thunderbolt struck down, and the sky cracked countless holes.

The flash of light dissipated, and the torrential rain flew all over the sky, flying down like thousands of sharp arrows thrown, unstoppable.

In the rain, Drogo's sturdy figure emerged in the front of the team. He was riding a tall fiery red horse, clearly visible like a shining torch in a dark world.

This kind of strong prominence, even if the vision is blurred, Noahart recognized the opponent at a glance, which surprised him. He didn't expect to encounter Drogo's army directly here.

He tried his best to calm down the worries in his heart, and looked back. He shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting the lives of thousands of cavalry behind him. He raised his whip to signal all the cavalry to wait here.

Immediately, fearlessly riding forward alone, Noahart listened to the sound of wind and rain beating in his ears, raised his volume, and shouted boldly:
"My dear Khal Drogo, would you please take my advice?"

Seeing that his approach did not cause the other party to attack or respond, he puffed up his chest, looked at the long line of soldiers under Drogo, and continued to shout:

"Perhaps this part of your journey should end here. At dawn yesterday, we assembled our army to raid and capture all your soldiers on the north shore. If you follow my advice, after that, you should return to the Dothraki Sea , Looking at the changes in this war, between you and Khal Mongo, the outcome has been divided."

Drogo still sat on his horse and did not move, obviously not wanting to talk aloud.

At this time, an old Dothraki who was as old as Ofer jumped out of the crowd on a gray horse and responded loudly with a hoarse voice:
"Son, please let me call you like this, and please don't use that set of rhetoric to convince us again. Khal Drogo's tribe, even an old and weak person like me, does not lack the courage to draw a sword and charge. It won’t take us much effort to eliminate you here, and we can also avenge the soldiers who died.”

"Khal's order to me is to retrieve the lost warriors on the south bank. If that's the case, then let's fight bloody battles here!" Nuohart pretended to be determined to fight to the death, turned his horse and was about to leave Go, and then he suddenly remembered something, stopped his horse, turned his head to look at the opposite side, and shouted in a nonchalant tone:

"By the way, there is another task. It is also the order of Khal Mongo. I have to execute it. Among the captives is Kou named Jaco. This person performed very well during the interrogation. According to the agreement, we need to take him Return safely."

As Noahart's voice fell, Jaco was invited out by the cavalry. The moment he appeared, the Kou behind Drogo became restless.

The sound of boiling discussion, just like the rain column converging into a waterfall and pouring down to the earth at this time, crushed heavily on Drogo's spine.

"Jaco, this idiot, wouldn't tell the enemy all the information! My followers and wealth are all hidden in the mountains."

"Looking at his appearance, he must have said everything, otherwise, how could he be released?"

"It's not just you, the whole tribe is there."

"Damn it, the enemy's Kayo may have gone north and sent these people here just to delay us."

Drogo was also caught in a conflict at this time, and he was completely unable to judge what the purpose of the opposite commander was.

But the only thing that is certain is that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose this war. All the life of the Dothraki depends on the support of the tribe. If his tribe loses all the tribe at once, it will be like this land. Like the rainwater, there is nowhere to go, it can only disperse and divert, and die.

He angrily chopped off Jaco's head with a knife, and tried his best to suppress the anger in his chest. In the end, he had to make up his mind and rushed back to the Dothraki Sea immediately. He gritted his teeth and growled:

"Walk."

Koholo, the aged bloodguard who returned to Drogo, looked at the foothills in the east with an embarrassed expression on his face. He opened his mouth slightly to speak, but he couldn't make a sound in the end.

At least there is still hope to go back. If you really want to fight to the death here, you will have to face not only the thousands of cavalry in front of you, but also the more than [-] enemies who are sure to be hiding in the mountains.

Once they are held back, even if they win in the end, the tribe is destined to never recover.

In this way, the two parties who had no intention of encountering here were on guard against each other, but they staggered without any mistakes, and each went north and south.

Just leave a headless corpse in place, and the rain will wash away his flesh and filth.

When Drogo's queue was far away and disappeared, Noahart wiped it vigorously with his hands, and there was a stain of rain or sweat on his forehead.

Then, following the guidance of the scout rider, they continued to move forward along the foot of the mountain to meet Kosoro.

Soon after, as they rounded a rock face, many dirty men jumped out of the shadow of the rock.

Then, someone blew a whistle lightly, and the sharp whistle echoed in the mountains, and other whistles sounded in response one after another. Countless cavalry immediately rushed out from both sides of the rock wall, surrounding Noahart and the others.

Kosoro rode a war horse and galloped out of the horses like a gust of wind. Immediately, both of them took off the daggers from their waists and showed them to each other.

"Kou, I have sent a rider to report all the situation here to Kayo."

Noahart looked at the thin Dothraki man in front of him, but he didn't dare to have any contempt in his heart, so he spoke politely first.

"Good job." Kosoro nodded silently, and then said quickly:
"But Drogo may not choose to pass through the source of the Varanna River and return to the Dothraki Sea. In that case, Khal may not be like you, just encountering the opponent head-on. Therefore, we need to follow up immediately, and we must turn into the grassland before the opponent Stop him before."

(End of this chapter)