Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The bloody sunset covered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains like a tapestry, and the warm wind gently blew over the hot and humid faces, making the pale blue sky toward the evening look particularly sad.

Raging flames rose into the sky, and the wind rolled the white smoke into a huge pillar, blowing towards Volantis. Behind the closed black door, there were the mourning sounds of the Volantis people, who lamented the destruction and wealth of the city on the east coast. Damage to goods and houses.

The grieving people were thankful to have escaped death and gathered in the streets and alleys, smelling the burnt smell and making passionate speeches.

However, instead of scolding or hating the cruel Dothraki, they began to complain and accuse the late Archon Malachor Megoa.

When the two horse kings were settling a "dispute" outside the city, Malachor ignored the overall situation and actually wanted to "take advantage of the situation."

The annual consul election is coming soon, and the city is full of parades, speeches, and performances by singers and dancers. These people immediately choreograph Malachor's ugly show to attract the audience.

The consul candidates took the opportunity to promote Malachor's tyranny and please the voters, and the whole city fell into a "Malachor" carnival.

The fire and smoke were Mongo's test of the Volantis, and it was also a signal to Harry Strickland, the leader of the Golden Company, telling them that they could plunder Velonthes and Valissa with peace of mind.

Broken embers covered the entire sky for three days, and not a single warship sailed out of the Rhoyne waterway.

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

Three days later, the Golden Company sent him six ravens. Nothing here could stop him from returning to the Dothraki Sea.

"Perhaps as Malachor said, Volantis will lose all their courage after the death of a man and his power." Menggo thought to himself, his long black braid sticking to his back, and a trace 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 clear blue sky is filled with white clouds, and is connected to the endless green grassland. The sheep are like pearls sprinkled on the green carpet, and the boundaries between heaven and earth are indistinguishable.

Looking across this clean meadow and facing the eastern morning light, we can see that the entire land is covered with Dothraki tents.

In the big tent in the center of the camp, Meng Ge was sitting on the main seat, with Affairs Officer Ofer and Bachelor Bas Potter sitting on his left and right respectively. They pointed at the table and discussed some matters. Soon, The two got into an argument.

Finally, Meng Ge spoke up: "You said you had important things to report, but now you seem to be going to war. What do you want to do?"

The two of them did not dare to answer. After secretly observing Kaa's expression, they sat back down in their respective seats.

Last night, the tribe moved to the grassland about thirty miles southeast of the Kohol Forest. After settling in the camp, they had been arguing about reforms since dawn.

Meng Ge, who was sandwiched between the two, had already understood their core problem: the bachelor hoped to give him some more time to perfect the characters corresponding to the Dothraki language and use these characters for household registration. After all, Kaa still had There is no unified distribution of pastoral areas, and Ofer believes that the pastoral areas can be replaced by thousands of household names, and Valyrian characters can be temporarily used for household registration. The two hold their own opinions and argue.

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

"We have brought out more than five hundred craftsmen and scholars from Qohor. How are those scholars progressing in their Dothraki learning?"

Hearing this question, the bachelor looked very excited, acting like a naughty child. He glanced at Ofer provocatively, leaned in front of Kaa, and replied:

"There are more than 70 scholars among the 500 people. For more than a month, we have carefully studied the Dothraki language together. There are more than 2,000 commonly used words, and they have mastered all the variations of some of the sentence patterns. ”

The bachelor's answer made Meng Ge very happy. He smiled again and then asked:

"So how is the progress of your writing invention now?"

At this time, the bachelor became even more excited, and his tone was quite excited and proud. Meng Ge thought that he would tell him directly how many words could match two thousand words.

Unexpectedly, the other party started to talk about proper nouns such as vowels, consonants, labiodental consonants, and voiceless consonants in the Dothraki language. This was indeed an indispensable research result. However, the bachelor ignored Kaa's understanding of depth of knowledge in this area.

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

"Maester, you should take back what you said! You have only just understood the Dothraki phonetic system and Valyrian transliteration. Well, there may be some phonemic structure and grammar. This is progress. , far away from the word writing system.”

Ofer's words were like picking up a horned bow and shooting an arrow at the bachelor. The arrow hit his heart with a whizzing sound, and it trembled slightly. Bass Potter stopped preaching with an ugly face, and obediently Like a sensible child, he sat back.

The big tent fell into deathly silence. Mengge thought carefully about the current situation. He now had the same idea as Ofer and did not agree with the method of waiting for the text to come out before reorganizing the household. He reached out and patted the bachelor's shoulder to comfort him. road:

"Don't worry, you will always be the most talented person in the Mongol tribe, and you have made significant progress. We are willing to give you time to improve. After I unify the Dothraki, I hope to use the words you invented to read the speech at the coronation ceremony." Seeing that the bachelor had regained his vitality, Mongol said to Ofer solemnly: "If you still remember the oath we made on the banks of the Sarn River, hoping that the Dothraki civilization will be as brilliant and splendid as the civilization of your maternal ancestors and respected by the world, you should think about it and take back what you said to the bachelor before." Ofer's face turned red. He knew he had made a mistake. He should stick to the facts and should not belittle the bachelor's research results. Then, Mongol placed his hands on the table and said in a very serious tone:

"I plan to hold a tribal meeting on the Sarn River to read out the reform strategy. The meeting will select ten heads of households and temporary heads of hundreds and thousands of households from nearly 250,000 people. Therefore, you two must complete the household registration as soon as possible and then divide each thousand households. The more than 70 scholars who have learned the Dothraki language will assist you in completing this task. The household registration will temporarily use the Valyrian language, and it will be uniformly changed after conquering the Dothraki Sea."