Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Dark clouds filled the sky, burying the last light of life in all things, and the ferocious wind was like the arrogant roar of a demon giant, tearing the earth wantonly.

Thunder struck down fiercely with the wrath of the gods, but in an instant, darkness spread from all directions again, swallowing the entire world.

After the long summer sun, this kind of storm will appear in the summer sea, and the coastal residents who are accustomed to it even name it "Dragon King".

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

Just as Nohat was leading the cavalry and heading south based on the information obtained from interrogating the prisoners, Drogo also happened to be following Corsoro's traces and headed north.

Darkness has engulfed the wilderness beneath their feet. The cavalry lined up in a long line, speeding amidst lightning and thunder, with dazzling white light casting shadows on their bodies.

Their speed did not slow down and they kept moving forward, hoping to find their goals before the storm came.

Finally, they met in the eastern foothills of Volantis.

Dark clouds were pressing down on the top of the mountain, as if they were about to collapse. A bolt of thunder rumbled down, and countless holes opened in the sky.

The flash of light dissipated, and the heavy rain flew across the sky, like thousands of sharp arrows thrown down, unstoppable.

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

With this kind of strong protrusion, even if his vision was blurry, Nohat could recognize the opponent at a glance. This surprised him extremely. He did not expect to encounter Drogo's army directly here.

He tried 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 riding whip to signal all the cavalry to wait here.

Immediately, fearlessly riding forward alone, Nohat listened to the sound of wind and rain in his ears, raised his voice, and shouted boldly:

"Dear Khal Drogo, could you please listen to my advice?"

Seeing that his approach did not trigger an attack or response from the other party, he puffed up his chest, looked at the long queue of warriors under Drogo's command, and continued to shout:

"Perhaps your journey should end here. Yesterday at dawn, we gathered our troops to raid and capture all your soldiers on the north coast. If you listen to my advice, you should return to the Dothraki Sea after this. , looking at the changes in this war, the victory or defeat has been decided between you and Meng Kao. "

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

At this time, an old Dothraki who was as old as Ofer jumped out from the crowd on a gray war horse and responded loudly with a hoarse voice:

"My child, please let me call you this, and please don't use that set of rhetoric to convince us. Khal Drogo's tribe, even an old and frail person like me, does not lack the courage to draw a sword and charge. If Eliminating you here will not cost us much energy, and we can also avenge the sacrificed warriors.

"Kaa's order to me is to retrieve the warriors lost on the south bank. If that's the case, let us fight bloody battles here!" Nohat pretended to be determined to fight to the death, turned his horse and was about to leave. Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, reined in his horse, turned his head and looked to the opposite side, and shouted loudly in a nonchalant tone:

"By the way, there is another task. It is also the order of Meng Kao. I have to carry out it. Among the prisoners is a bandit named Jako. This person performed very well during the interrogation. According to the agreement, we need to take him Returned safely.”

As Nohat finished speaking, Jaco was invited out by the cavalry. The moment he appeared, the bandits behind Drogo became agitated.

The boiling discussion was like the rain column forming a waterfall and pouring down to the earth, crushing heavily on Drogo's back.

"Jaco, this idiot, wouldn't tell all the information to the enemy! All my men and wealth are hidden in the mountains."

"Looking at him, he must have told him everything, otherwise how could he be let back?"

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

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

Drogo was already caught in a conflict at this time. He was completely unable to judge the purpose of the commander on the opposite side.

But the only thing that is certain is that it no longer matters whether this war is won or lost. All the lives of the Dothraki depend on the support of their tribesmen. If his tribe loses all its tribesmen at once, it will be like this. The rainwater has nowhere to rely on, it can only be scattered in all directions and disappear.

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

"Walk."

The old bloodrider Koholro, who returned to Drogo, looked towards the eastern foothills with an embarrassed look on his face. He opened his mouth slightly to speak, but in the end no sound came out.

At least there is hope for going back. If we really fight to the death here, we will not only have to face the thousands of cavalry in front of us, but also more than 10,000 enemies who are definitely hiding in the mountains.

Once it is slowed down, even if it wins in the end, the tribe is destined to never turn around again.

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

Only a headless body is left on the spot, and the rain will wash away his flesh, blood and filth.

When Drogo's queue was far away and disappeared, Nohat wiped away the water stains on his forehead that were either rain or sweat.

Then, following the directions of the scouting riders, they continued to move forward along the foot of the mountain to meet up with Corsoro.

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

Then, someone blew a whistle gently, and the sharp whistle echoed in the mountain. Other whistles sounded one after another and responded. Countless cavalry immediately rushed out from both sides of the rock wall, surrounding Nohat and the others.

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

"Kou, I have sent riders to report all the situation here to Kaa."

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

"Well done." Corsolo nodded silently, and then said quickly:

"But Drogo may not choose to return to the Dothraki Sea via the source of the Valanna River. In that case, Kaa may not encounter the opponent head-on like you. Therefore, we need to follow him immediately and must wait until the opponent turns into the grassland. Hold him back before."