Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Dawn, the dawn of all things, dissipates the fog of the night, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green grass, but it is also mixed with the smell of horse manure.

The Dothraki put away their tents and mounted their horses as usual. The tribe would continue to march towards the outskirts of Qohor until there was no new order from Khal Menggo.

A march of more than 40,000 people is not a trivial matter in other countries. It must have complete logistical supply capabilities and a strict command system. But for the Dothraki, this kind of action is natural and just a matter of life. That’s all.

Riding horses is life, killing and looting is also life, living day by day until death.

As long as the sun rises and sets, Kaa can still ride, everything will be fine.

The next day, the tribe discovered that their Khal Menggo liked to talk to an old man named Ofer. Could it be that Khal wanted to appoint the old man who could not ride a horse as his bloodrider.

Another day when the sun set, a team of patrolling scouts from the tribe did not return. Meng Kao claimed that the missing scouts were sent further away to explore water sources.

Until the seventh sun set, the tribe reached the Sarn River in the west of the Dothraki Sea and stopped here. Some of the missing scouts also returned to the tribe safely.

Early the next morning, in the Dothraki camp, Mengge rode a fiery red horse and, under the guidance of the old man Ofer, came to the ruins of the city on the banks of the Saen River.

"This is Wes Kver."

The breeze blew by, and Ofer stretched out his hand to touch the stone walls of the city's ruins, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his weather-beaten face.

As we all know, the Dothraki don't do construction. Mongol stopped his war horse and said with a smile:

"Ves Kvor, that's a Dothraki name."

The world is full of incredible things, and it is rare for a Dothraki man to live to Orver's age.

His protruding cheekbones pressed against a piece of weathered skin, and under his wrinkled forehead, there was a pair of turbid but warm eyes. There was a sense of peace and calm at this moment. Meng Ge noticed that the old man's exposed arms were particularly slender. long.

After a moment of silence, Ofo's absent-minded eyes slowly glowed and he said:

"Tangazan Fein called this capital Shanath, and Vaes Kvor was the name given by the Dothraki, which means City of Worms."

Meng Ge was stunned when he heard this. It was a foreign language. Before he could speak, the old man Ofo continued:

"All prosperity will usher in dusk, and all prosperous times will come to an end. Tangazan Fein is the self-proclaimed name of the language among the high-human tribe. They also have a more resounding name, called Salor people,"

After saying this, Ofer did not explain any more and continued walking towards the Sarne River behind the ruins.

Meng Ge looked at the old man's rickety figure, thoughtfully.

At first, he just wanted to find someone who was familiar with the Dothraki Sea. He didn't pay too much attention to the origin of the old man Ofer. He only knew that the other party's geography was very good.

After today's contact, Meng Ge discovered that this old man was quite secretive.

If you want to rule a nation, you must understand the history and culture of the nation. When he was a Kou, Kas's doctor told him the historical legends passed down orally by the Dothraki.

In the past, the Dothraki Sea was not as vast as it is now. More people called it the Essos Prairie. The Dothraki were not the only people living here at that time. The "Advanced People" also used to roam the prairie. Later, they established the Salor Kingdom around the banks of the Saen River. At its peak, there were fifty city-states guarding the capital city of Sarnas, creating a great civilization that lasted for more than two thousand years. The Salor people The name also comes from this.

Just like what the old man Ofer said, all prosperity must come to an end. The Salor people dismissed the rising Dothraki and repented when it was too late. The Kingdom of Salor was under the control of the Dothraki tribe. It turned into ruins under the horses' hooves, leaving only a stronghold of Seas with less than 20,000 inhabitants.

Since then, the horses of the Dothraki have trampled across the Essos steppe, turning it into the Dothraki Sea.

The Salor people have slender and long limbs, brown skin, eyes and hair as dark as the night. The old man Ofer is definitely not a simple Dothraki, but has inextricable ties with the Salor people.

However, Mengge was not too worried that the old man would be detrimental to him. After all, the Salor people's country had been destroyed for hundreds of years, and before he became Kaa, the old man had lived peacefully in this tribe for decades.

Thinking of this, Mengge put away his thoughts and rode his horse to follow.

Passing through the ruins of the city, he came to a bridge across the Sarne River.

Looking forward while riding on horseback, the other end of the bridge is connected to a broad avenue, extending straight to the horizon like a spear.

At this time, the old man Ofer straightened his back, and only then could he see a trace of the Dothraki warrior in him.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves coming from behind, Ofer turned around with a joyful expression, then stepped heavily on the ribbon-like smooth road with his feet, and said with a hearty smile:

"The Valyrian Avenue is made of lava and is large enough to accommodate three carriages traveling side by side. The Valyrian people's level of architectural sculpture is as famous as their Valyrian steel forging technology."

Mongo, who has watched the original drama, naturally knows about Valyrian steel, which is a kind of steel infused with magic. It is not only lighter than other steel, but also harder and sharper. After the Valyrian catastrophe, the existing Valyrian steel Weapons forged from steel are extremely rare and rare, and almost every one has its own name and story.

Meng Ge did not answer. This avenue really shocked him. He turned over and dismounted, observing the spacious ribbon pavement made of lava that was half a foot above the ground.

In their heyday, the Valyrian people built the Valyrian Roads that connected all the important cities in Essos, and although it has been four centuries since Valyria itself was destroyed, these roads have endured.

The old man Ofo pointed to the western horizon and said:

"This Valyrian road leads directly to the ruins of Vaes Kadok, which was originally a city called Isalia, a colonial city established by the Valyrian people."

Meng Ge looked at it intently, then took out the dagger hanging on his belt, pointed the blade toward himself, handed the handle to Ofer, and said:

"Using the Sarn River and its tributaries and the Valyrian Avenue as the benchmark, can you now draw a map near the two cities of Weiss Walker and Weiss Caddoc?"

"This..." Ofo hesitated and pondered, then retracted his outstretched hand and said with a calm and serious look: "My Kaa, please allow me to speak frankly."

Meng Ge put the dagger back into his belt and nodded to indicate that the other party could speak directly.

Old man Ofer said without hesitation:

"If you want to determine the route and direction, my map is enough. If you want to determine the location and number of enemies, the scouts you send are enough. But if Kaa wants to decide a war, you still need to check the terrain in person. The vastness of the Dothraki Sea is indescribable. It takes three years for the tribe to pass through here. Neither my map nor the scouts you sent can allow you to win. "

Of course, Meng Ge knew the importance of the terrain mentioned by Ofer, so he sent scouts to patrol and wanted to get the map in the old man's mind.

Isn't this enough to decide the outcome? Looking at the rushing Saen River in front of him, he thought of committing suicide in Wujiang River, and thought of throwing a whip to cut off the flow. One of them was brave enough, and the other had many people.

The high spirits of becoming a Khal, in charge of 40,000 tribes, and commanding 20,000 roaring warriors under his command, were fleeting.

After calming down, he carefully recalled his previous plans, including cavalry, rapidity, raids, grasslands, rushes, and great victories. The familiar war scenes disappeared, and his mind went blank. He knew nothing.

However, now he knew that what the old man Ofer said was right, he was arrogant.

The terrain of the land is aided by soldiers. Predicting the enemy's victory and calculating dangers near and far are the way of a general. He who knows this and uses war will win; he who does not know this and uses war will lose.