Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 61 The Strongest Kayo

It's a pity that the enemy Noahart faced was not ordinary tribal khal or useless bandits, but Khal Drogo, who was invincible in Dothraki naval battles. He possessed extremely powerful power, and he still commanded Thirty thousand Howling Dothraki warriors have roamed Essos for centuries.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the cavalry on both sides collided with each other with a thunderous momentum, and the horses neighed fiercely.

The spear pierced through the turbulent rain and pierced into the body of the warrior, and the scimitar reflected like a star was flying in the blood and flesh. The people were thrown from the horses in pain, and fell to the ground with howls.

Drogo seemed to be a giant revived from ancient times, shouting and roaring fiercely, beheading the oncoming cavalry as if entering no one's land.

His bloodriders guard Kayo's left and right, like the invincible thunder and lightning, they can come and go freely in the formation, slashing and killing all enemies frantically.

Norhart is not a simple character who just sits and waits to die. He rushes into the enemy's formation together with the cavalry under his command.

But the enemy was outnumbered, and the shrill howling sound kept coming out of his ears, and the number of cavalry gathered around him became less and less.

"With the total death!"

Noahart shouted the command to charge, and his sonorous voice echoed across the battlefield:

"Fight to the death and never retreat! Let us rush to the end of death!"

The cavalry rose up and charged, they shouted in unison:

"Live and die together! Fight to the death without retreating!"

They no longer cherish their own lives, and launch an attack that kills them all, plunging on the enemy.

It seemed like a lot of time had passed since Noahart launched the charge. In fact, this was just a short time for soldiers to gather.

"Rush, rush forward! Rush to victory!"

The horn blew from the north, and the command to charge the whole army pierced the darkness and went straight to the sky.

The cavalry led by Kosoro assembled on the right flank and launched a charge. All the soldiers rushed out, like a black torrent condensed by a storm, across the open space and charged towards the fighting enemy formation.

His body was extremely weak after going through hardships, and his limbs kept shaking as if he was out of strength. He was even almost thrown off the horse's back because of the excessive sprint of the horse.

But a mighty Dothraki, Khal Mungol's most loyal warrior, he was short and thin, but he was equally valiant and skilled in battle.

In the face of a large number of enemies, Kosoro is fearless, and still takes the lead, charging forward, boosting morale, and his eyes are full of firm belief that death is nothing to fear.

Just like that, the black torrent pierced the defenseless flank of the enemy like a spear, and dealt a heavy blow to the enemy formation. Those soldiers died in panic and struggle.

Then, the entire battlefield began to boil like coals being thrown into hot water.

This battle has changed from a one-sided crushing to a bloody battle. The sound of blade impact is deafening, mixed with the shouts of people and the neighing of horses.

Some people fell off their horses with desperate wailing, and some horses ran out of the battlefield in panic. They kept shouting to regroup and launch counterattacks.

Victory is like tears, death is like a shadow, the torrential rain is red, the blood is rolling, and the whole land is dyed red.

Kosoro was stabbed in the waist and abdomen, and the cavalry under his command surrounded him in the center, and the scarlet blood flowed out slowly from the wound. He looked up at the western sky, and could feel the life passing slowly in his body, and the hope in his heart began. subside.

Feeling victory in sight, Drogo's troops rallied, and they circled behind their opponents, launching an even more violent attack.

Hearing the mourning coming from all around, Kosoro finally raised his spirits and ignited the flame in his chest. He ordered the horn to be blown, and prepared to fight to the last moment. He would rather blood stain the earth and die in battle than all of them, as long as it can be delayed for a longer time .

The cavalry under his command built a wall of flesh and blood shields to escort him across the battlefield. The souls of the Dothraki floated in the wind. All the troops consciously gathered around him. No one could stop them from meeting. He shouted loudly:
"We fought bloody battles, we killed countless enemies, and we are the brave Dothraki."

Kosoro roared and shouted these oaths. For the first time in his life, he obeyed his heart to vent his emotions. He laughed and looked at the tall and strong Drogo, holding his scimitar high, ready to fight to the end.

At this moment, the sudden tremor of the earth surprised him, despair was instantly replaced by ecstasy, and everyone's eyes looked in the same direction as him.

Under the dome, dark clouds billowed and thunder roared.

In the alternation of light and darkness, a galloping horse gilt banner first emerged. When the strong wind blows, the tassel woven with gold and silver threads combined with black stallion mane flutters and flies, and the galloping horse on the top glistens under the light of thunder. Resplendent, for it was forged of Valyrian steel and gold, the emblem of Khal Mongo, forged by Qohor's most renowned craftsmen, and seen for the first time as well.

A huge horn was sounded vigorously by the cavalry, as if the horn sounded all over the world.

The horse riding the world is as fast as the wind, and the tribes behind him cover the whole land, countless, the bells in his hair sing for his arrival, the enemies are afraid of his momentum and panic, when he is angry, no one can stop him His way, in front of him, the king must also bow his head.

Mungo rode a fiery red horse and rushed to the front of the team. He raised the Valyrian steel scimitar in his hand. The red runes on the black blade became more dazzling in the thunder. With Kayo's actions, behind him The cavalry drew out their scimitars one after another, and this scene filled the battlefield with sword lights like stars.

The Dothraki had experienced many battles. Although they were frightened and didn't know what to do, they would never sit still. Drogo immediately roared and ordered his blood-red steed to charge forward.

A group of elite fighters quickly assembled behind him, forming a forward and rushing towards the place where the gilded banner of the horses was. The rest of the fighters gave up fighting the enemy and regrouped, following closely behind.

The cavalry under Kosoro were too tired to pursue, and even their horses were limp on the ground and screaming.

"This must be the last battle."

The cavalry from both sides collided again with thunderous momentum, making a loud bang, the horse neighed in pain, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Swords and shadows crisscrossed, blood rained, and Mongol's violent charge instantly crushed the enemy's vanguard, and a large number of cavalry rushed into the enemy's line with him. His horsemanship and strength surpassed all Dothraki, and he also possessed Valyrian steel. With the weapon, the enemy's Kou Lian and his horse were split in half in a flash.

No one could slow down his horse's speed. He slashed wildly like he was in no man's land, and soon pierced through the enemy's formation, galloping out from the blood.

His figure brought despair and fear to the enemies. These people didn't even dare to open their eyes or look up at him. After all, even a trained horse would fall to the ground like an ordinary beast when facing him. Trembling, this sight completely destroyed the hope of the enemy to rise up and resist.

"Mongo, Mongo."

The sonorous roar echoed at the foot of the mountain like the iron felt.

Mungo heard the shout, and he was also looking for the owner of the voice.

In this life-and-death battlefield, facing the invincible Mungo, there will only be one person who dares to shout this name here.

That was Khal Drogo, wrath beyond all reason, and blood in his eyes, for Mongol had destroyed the strongest tribe in the Dothraki that he and his father had created together.

Thunder's golden light shone on their bronze-colored skins, and their tall, giant-like bodies made all the onlookers horrified.

At the same moment, they charged at each other without sparing any effort, but Mungo swung the knife faster, and Drogo jumped back from the horse's back with all his strength, avoiding the knife fiercely, and fell to the ground because of his unsteady footsteps. But the war horse under his crotch was killed by this heavy blow, and because he couldn't hold back the momentum, he flew forward two steps and fell to the ground. Seeing the sad state of the mount, he let out an angry and painful roar.

There was a trace of surprise in Mungo's eyes. He didn't expect Drogo's tall and strong body to be able to make such agile actions. However, he didn't give the opponent time to change horses and fight again.

Leaping off his horse, facing Drogo who was about to give him a fatal blow, Mungo did not dodge and twisted his knife-wielding arm, and then kicked his leg bones, before he could utter a howl of anger or pain Shouting, he pulled out the bronze dagger from his waist and inserted it into his throat.

The scimitar clattered to the ground, and Drogo fell on top of the corpse of his steed, fighting to the last in the splendor and splendor most longed for in Dothraki life.

Blood spat out from his mouth, washed by the rainstorm and mixed with the blood of horses and warriors. The weak breath diffused in the air with the strong wind, and disappeared in this era since then.

　There is only one update today. I need to sort out the next plot and eliminate some unimportant plots. Well, some plots will not spend more ink and ink. However, the style is still the same and will not change.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)