Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 9 The price of life

The red setting sun converges, and the river surface shines with sparkling blood, just like the momentary youth that is ignited and bloomed.

Floating life is destroyed, and the land nourished by blood will surely grow magnificent flowers in the coming year.

"Jakarang" with a huge axe cut off the heads of the dead and dying people. The little girls briskly pulled arrows from the corpses and put them into the baskets in their hands with laughter.

Competing for resources, reducing the population, and ensuring that the winner has more living space and supplies, war has been regarded as a biological instinct, carved into the genes of the Dothraki.

The blazing flames reflected the fiery red sky, and Mungo rode a horse to inspect the wounded roaring warrior. Everyone looked at him with reverence and fanaticism.

At this time, Ofer came over on horseback, bowed to him and said:
"Great khal, you have lost more than 300 warriors in total, but you have conquered more than 5000 new tribes. According to the identification of the new tribes, Kyomo, his bloodriders, and all the khal All were killed."

The old Dothraki had participated in many battles, but he had never seen such exaggerated results. Now he somewhat believed that the young Kaa in front of him was blessed by the gods. The gods tie defeat to the tresses of their enemies.

He watched the whole battle from the sidelines, and at the same time, he also participated in the plan to make a quick march to the Undercurrent River and raid the Long Bridge, but he still couldn't believe it.

Xiaguang floated over the corner of Meng Ge's mouth, and he couldn't suppress the brisk joy in his heart, and said loudly:
"In the name of Kayo, properly deal with the new tribe. After submitting to me, they are of the same blood. Don't bully them. If anyone violates my will, I will cut off his head with my own hands."

"Kayo the Wisdom, follow your wishes." Ofer smiled and obeyed, but did not leave immediately, but continued: "I also want to recommend a warrior to you."

Seeing that there was no one behind the old man, Meng Ge asked doubtfully:
"Where are people, are they among the wounded?"

At this moment, Ofer's gaze began to retreat, not daring to look directly at him, and said awkwardly:
"It's just a runaway slave, but the man has been captured, and now Kosoro is going to execute him with his own hands."

Meng Ge smiled indifferently, and he already had a guess in his heart, but he didn't answer directly, but asked instead:
"Officer, I believe you have your own reasons for recommending this person, but I also trust Kosoro, so what is so special about this slave, and why does he have to die?"

Ofer relaxed after hearing this, and explained softly:

"This person was originally a slave of the Kyumokao tribe. Before the battle ended, taking advantage of the riots on the east bank, he snatched the horse and fled the battlefield. On the way, he was discovered by our patrol scouts and was arrested after wounding twelve people."

Seeing Kayo's angry face, Ofer quickly explained:

"The twelve people were only slightly injured. The slave didn't hit hard, otherwise he could have escaped completely."

Now Mungo is interested in this slave, on the premise that this person will work for him. There are many celebrities who were born as slaves in the history of the original world.

He could give this slave a chance, but he would not pardon him irrationally.

Thinking of this, Meng Ge glanced at the anxious old man, and in the expectant eyes of the other party, he said loudly:

"You can go to Kosoro now, and if this slave is still alive, convey my order to let him give this slave fifty horse whips as the Dothraki punishes a runaway slave, and then send this slave Kas, who was incorporated into Kosoro, if he tries to escape again, let Kosoro kill him with the most cruel means, this slave must kill twelve enemies on the battlefield to be truly forgiven.”

Ofer smiled again and rode away in a hurry.

Meng Ge looked at the back of the old man galloping away, and shouted loudly:

"Tell that slave that when he is forgiven, I will give him a chance out of slavery."

The hazy moonlight weaves a veil-like brilliance, and the stars on this night are extraordinarily numerous and bright.

The light of the moon and stars sprinkled on the high ground far away from the undercurrent river.

After the battle, Meng Ge fully understood that even if water was inconvenient, camping must be far away from the river and at the same time occupy a high ground.

"Khal, we caught a caravan trying to approach the camp. They were carrying a large box of gold. The leader of the caravan claimed to be an envoy from the city of Quhor."

Outside the camp, a team of Dothraki roaring warriors led a thin middle-aged man with a goatee by a rope.

However, there was a hint of sharpness hidden in this person's calm and bright eyes.

"Are you from Kehol?" Mongo frowned, and had some doubts about the man's identity, "As far as I know, Kehol City has closed the city gates and prohibited going out. Send envoys to pay me gold."

The man with the goatee had a calm demeanor, and he took a half step towards the light in a measured manner. He raised his bound hands and reflected them in the firelight to prove that he would not use bad methods. With an elegant and gentle voice, he said:

"Dear Khal Mongo, I am the masked priest of the Black Goat God, Morey Hurt, entrusted by the believers in Kohor City to pay respects to the winner."

The man's words surprised Ofer, who was going to be the translator.

Morey Hurt was able to speak standard Dothraki proficiently. No wonder the Roaring Warrior only brought him to the tent.

And the frustrated and irritable Dothraki, in his unique voice, also has a different kind of gentleness and tranquility.

Ofer put away the strange color, turned slightly sideways, and explained softly to Mungo:

"The Black Goat God is the god of the Kohor people, who need to accept blood sacrifices every day. On weekdays, the Kohor people only offer calves, steers and horses in front of the altar of the Black Goat God. On holy festivals, Masked priests will use knives to dedicate the lives of criminals to the gods, and in times of crisis, the nobles in the city will also sacrifice their children to the black goat, hoping that it can protect the city."

The objective explanation of the bystanders made Morey Hurt, who was a masked priest of the Black Goat God, a little angry.

However, Ofer glanced at Morey Hurt lightly, and said loudly on purpose:
"I heard that the Faceless Ones believe that the Black Goat God is an incarnation of the God of Thousand Faces, in the House of Black and White..."

"Ah, shut up, shut up, heathen."

At this moment, Morey Hurt's face was ferocious, almost crazy, and he no longer had the elegance and composure he had before.

The name of the Faceless Man also shocked Meng Ge. The reason why he was so eager for the physical resurrection of the Twelve Trials of the Noble Phantasm was because he felt that his life was not guaranteed. Not many people could threaten his life now, and the Faceless Man Exactly one of them.

The Faceless Men are a religious group of assassins who believe in the God of Many Faces, that is, the God of Death. They gather in the House of Black and White in the free trade city of Braavos. They are extremely good at disguising and have the ability to change their appearance at will. A potent poison that can quickly suffocate a person to death, called "Strangler".

Mongo could understand Ofer's intentions, and the sudden appearance of Morey Hurt was indeed doubtful.

The city of Kohol was slow to pay tribute to Kumokao. Now that the war has just ended and the situation is unknown, it is too abnormal to want to pay him gold as a tribute.

But for the same reason, Mungo felt that it was impossible for the Kohor people to invite a Faceless Man so quickly, and they would not be willing to pay such an expensive fee to ask a Faceless Man to assassinate a Dothraki khal.

The Faceless Men believe that taking the life of one person in the world is a sacrifice to the gods. The price is usually very high, and the price will also change according to the importance and defense of the target. To assassinate an ordinary businessman, half the price is enough to hire a whole animal. An army of ordinary mercenaries.

Maybe Ofer just wanted to use the belief of the Black Goat God to test the identity of Morey Hurt, but the God of Many Faces mentioned inadvertently caused Mungo to be wary of the Faceless Man. , have to guard against.

(End of this chapter)