Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 86 Returning to the Grassland
The blood-colored sunset is like a tapestry covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the warm wind blows over the hot and humid faces, making the pale blue sky in the evening look very sad.

The flames rose into the air, and the wind rolled the white smoke into a huge column, and blew it towards Volantis. Behind the closed black door, the mourning of the Volantenes lamented the destruction and wealth of the east coast city. Damage to goods and houses.

Grieving people rejoiced in their narrow escape, gathered in the streets and alleys, smelling the burnt breath, and made angry speeches.

However, instead of cursing or hating the brutal Dothraki, they began to complain and blame the late consul Malachor Megea.

When the two horse kings were settling the "dispute" outside the city, Malacho wanted to "take advantage of the fire" regardless of the overall situation.

The annual general election of the consul is approaching, and the city is full of parades, speeches, singers and dancers performing, and these people immediately choreograph Maracho's ugly drama to attract the audience.

The candidate for the consul took the opportunity to publicize Maracho's tyranny to please the voters, and the whole city fell into the "Maracho" carnival.

The fire and thick smoke were Mungo's temptation to the Volantenes, and they were also a signal to Harry Strickland, the head of the Golden Company, telling him that he could rob Veronsus and Valisa with peace of mind.

The shattered embers enveloped the entire sky, and it lasted for three days, and not a single warship sailed out of the Lorne River waterway.

The Volantenes in the carnival seemed to have forgotten the world outside the city, but Mungo did not realize the significance of this at the time.

Three days later, the Golden Group sent him six ravens, and there was nothing here that could stop him from returning to the Dothraki Sea.

"Perhaps it is true, as Marachor said, that the people of Volantis have lost all their courage." Mungo thought to himself, with long black braids sticking to his back, and a look of doubt shining in his eyes.

In the ruins, he turned his horse, and his tall figure slowly disappeared into the ashes.
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The azure blue sky is filled with white clouds, and it is connected with the endless green grassland. The flock of sheep is like pearls sprinkled on the blue velvet blanket, and the boundary between heaven and earth cannot be distinguished.

Across this clean meadow, facing the morning light in the east, as far as the eye can see, the whole land is covered with Dothraki tents,
In the big tent in the center of the camp, Mungo was sitting at the head seat, and Officer Ofer and Bachelor Bas Potter were sitting on his left and right respectively. They were pointing on the table and discussing some matters. Soon, The two had a dispute.

Finally, Meng Ge said: "You said you have important things to report, but now you look like you are about to go to war. What do you want to do?"

The two didn't dare to answer. After secretly looking at Kayo's expression, they sat back to their original positions honestly.

Last night, the tribe moved to the southeast of the Kehor Forest, on the grassland about [-] miles away. After they settled down in the camp, they have been arguing about the reform since dawn.

Mungo, who was in the middle of the two, had already understood their core problem: the bachelor hoped to give him some more time to perfect the text corresponding to Dothraki, and use these texts for account registration. There is no unified allocation of pastoral areas, and Ofer thinks that it is possible to use thousands of household names instead of pastoral areas, and temporarily use Valyrian characters for household registration. The two hold their own opinions and conduct arguments.

Meng Ge really wanted to leave this dark and closed tent and go hunting in the grassland, but the problem before him had to be solved quickly. He patted the table and asked:

"We brought out more than 500 craftsmen and scholars from Kohor. What is the learning progress of those scholars' Dothraki?"

Hearing this question, the bachelor looked very excited, acting like a naughty child. He glanced at Ofer provocatively, leaned in front of Kayo, and replied:
"There are more than 500 scholars among the 70 people. For more than a month, we have carefully studied the Dothraki language. There are more than 2000 commonly used words, and they have mastered all the variations of some sentence patterns."

The bachelor's answer made Mungo very happy, he smiled again, and asked:

"Then how is the progress of your writing invention?"

At this moment, the bachelor became even more excited. His tone was a little excited and proud. Montgomery thought he would tell himself directly how many words could match two thousand words.

Unexpectedly, the other party began to talk about proper nouns such as vowels, consonants, labial-dental sounds, and voiceless Sai sounds in Dothraki. These are indeed quite indispensable research results. depth of knowledge in this area.

The content of the previous conversation made Ofer a little uneasy, but as the bachelor narrated, his mood became more and more cheerful, and then he interrupted:

"Bachelor, take back what you said! You are only just understanding the Dothraki phonetic system and Valyrian transliteration. Well, there may be some phoneme structure and grammar. This progress , is far away from the word writing system."

Ofer's words were like picking up a hornbow and shooting an arrow at the maester. The arrow hit his heart with a whistling sound, and he was trembling slightly. Bas Potter stopped preaching with an ugly expression, and behaved obediently. Like a sensible child, he sat back.

The big tent fell into deathly silence, and Mungo thought carefully about the current situation. He had the same idea as Ofer now, and he didn't agree with the way of handling the account after the text came out. He stretched out his hand and patted the bachelor's shoulder to comfort him. road:

"Don't worry, you will always be the most talented person in the Mungo tribe. Besides, you have already made significant progress. We are willing to give you time to improve it. After I unify the Dothraki, I hope you can At the coronation, a speech is read in the words you invented."

Seeing that the bachelor regained his vitality, Mungo turned to Ofer again and said solemnly:
"If you still remember our oath on the banks of the Sarn River, and hope that the Dothraki civilization will be as splendid and splendid as the civilization of your maternal ancestors, and be respected by the world, then you should think about it and take back what you said to the bachelor before. .”

Ofer's face turned red. He knew that he had made a mistake, and he should not belittle the research results of the bachelor.

Then, Meng Ge put his hands on the table and said in a very serious tone:
"I plan to hold a tribal assembly on the Saen River to announce the reform plan. The assembly will select ten household heads and temporary hundred and thousand household leaders from nearly 25 members. Therefore, you two should After completing the account registration, divide the thousands of households. The more than 70 scholars who have learned the Dothraki language will assist you in completing this task. For the time being, the Valyrian script will be used for account registration. After Lakhai, they will be replaced uniformly."

(End of this chapter)