Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The twilight is thick, the silvery white moon is falling to the west, the stars are still shining in the sky, the campfires in the wilderness are bright, and the sudden breeze blows through the chests and hairlines of the sentries.

They stared at the blurry land in the distance, a dark world that was completely motionless and could only make people drowsy.

The light of the moon and stars crossed the dark horizon behind, and to the east, two miles away from the camp, the tension of an approaching storm seemed to condense in the air.

From afar, this place seemed to be empty. However, when the patrolling scouts stepped into the place, a shadow surged through, and they disappeared on horseback.

After careful exploration, we found that there were more than ten corpses of Dothraki warriors piled among the grass on the ground. There was only one clean fatal wound on their bodies, and the ground was covered with their bright red blood.

Soon after, the dull sound of horse hooves came from the wilderness, and a large group of Dothraki cavalry swept in following the marks left by the scouts.

Meng Ge at the front led the way, and the cavalry behind him divided into several queues in a tight formation and galloped westward.

Their movements were as fast as the wind, and they were all silent and silent. The vegetation in this wilderness was not as tall and dense as the grass in the Dothraki Sea. It could not help them hide their tracks at all. They could only Try your best to keep moving quietly.

The Dothraki war horses are extremely strong. The clean and bright fur shines in the moonlight. The fluffy horse tail swings in the wind, and the carefully combed mane flies left and right like rain.

The warriors on horseback were even more heroic. They were all tall, and their exposed chests were as hard and powerful as iron stone. The braids tied with bells on the back of their heads were flying gently, and their faces were filled with perseverance and bravery. In their hands, He holds a spear, carries a horn bow and quiver on his back, and has a sharp arakh scimitar on his bronze belt.

Although all the patrolling scouts along the way were cleared by the scouting cavalry, they still vigilantly observed the movements in all directions to ensure that they would not be discovered by the enemy in advance due to unreasonable omissions and ruin the entire operation.

Until they came within a mile of the camp and could see the light of the campfire in the darkness.

At this time, everything in the camp was safe and sound. It was obvious that the enemy had not noticed any troops approaching. They looked around carefully again before they dared to speak.

"Kaa, you can't launch an attack here, it's too steep." Nohat turned his horse and walked slowly to Mengge's side, pointed to the steep slope ahead, and said: "Let's go north!"

Meng Ge did not answer immediately, but stared closely in the direction of the camp. In his extraordinary eyes, the night seemed to have faded away long ago, and the dawn appeared silently in his field of vision. The clear outline of the camp was unreserved. displayed before his eyes.

Obviously, when the enemy chose to occupy a relatively steep high ground, they were taking adequate precautions to avoid someone taking the opportunity to make a surprise attack.

After a moment, he shook his body slightly and said softly:

"At this distance, we have no chance to make a better decision. When we go around to the north, how do you cover the enemy's ears so that they can pretend they can't hear the sound of horse hooves and don't need to change their direction? Well, at least we have been successful so far, we can’t force more favorable terrain, and the north side may not be a smooth road either.”

After hearing this, Nohat lowered his head and returned to his original position, fidgeting with the bowstring in his hand honestly, looking like a child who had made a mistake.

Mengge continued to peek ahead from the shadows. For him, war is always an unpredictable gamble, and greed is a sin.

The stars in the sky still shine brightly, and this starlight will undoubtedly bring all victory to the Dothraki.

Mengge looked back and saw that the cavalry around him had assembled, crowding the huge open space, and shouted: "It's now."

Then he clamped the horse's belly and jumped out. The cavalry all over the field moved upon hearing the sound, and the scattered and low sound of horse hooves resounded in the silent wilderness.

The cavalry listened intently to the calls of the horses. As the sound of horse hooves echoed around them, they became more and more wild and unrestrained, and became more and more high-spirited. Instead of becoming chaotic, they gradually became more uniform.

"Khal Menggol! Khal Menggol!" the Dothraki cavalry shouted the war cry: "The Dothraki flaming horses will protect us and win."

Mengge did not disappoint them. He took the lead amidst the cheers of the crowd. His horse was as red as the blazing sun in the long summer. His body was as strong as an ancient giant resurrected. The black Valyrian steel scimitar in his hand was even sharper. Incomparable.

The sound of horse hooves struck the hearts of the camp sentries one after another, like a harbinger of death brought by the distant breeze. Everyone who heard the sound could not help but tremble and wake up from their sleep.

At this moment, the battle horn sounded from the camp. Hearing this sound, Meng Ge's riders responded unwillingly and stood up to blow the hunting horn. The ear-splitting horn reverberation was accompanied by the thunderous sound of horse hooves. The enemy clearly knows that they are facing the end of the world.

The Dothraki in the camp rushed out of their tents and looked anxiously at the approaching horses. Some even looked up at the pale stars in the sky with pleading expressions, but this light would never bring them hope.

"Dothraki warriors, charge!"

With a roar from Mungo, all the cavalrymen began to charge. They rushed up the steep slope without slowing down, and the arrows in their hands shot at the enemies lingering on the periphery like a violent storm.

The fragile fortifications outside the camp seemed to collapse at the impact of a huge rock under the horses' hooves.

Mungo raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and immediately felt a mysterious power guiding him to concentrate and draw the bow. Facing the roaring enemies swarming out, he shot an arrow and hit the throat of the first one.

But the other enemies still rushed up and besieged him. He immediately threw away the horn bow in his hand, pulled out the Valyrian steel scimitar on his horse, and slashed left and right, killing all the way from the periphery of the camp to the central tent.

At this time, all the horses also broke through the collapsed fortifications. They were invincible all the way, sweeping the entire camp like a gust of wind rolling over the grassland.

All the fully equipped enemy troops in the tent also rushed out and killed the warriors on horseback. The sound of the counterattack horn was still blowing everywhere in the camp.

The bonfire kicked over by the horse's hoof flew everywhere, and in an instant, flames and thick smoke rose.

Mengge fought bravely alone, and no enemy could resist his attack, and no one could hurt him.

The enemy commander, who had never met before, died hastily under his sword as soon as they met, which dealt a fatal blow to the enemy.

Seeing the camp being captured, the enemy was defeated, screaming in fear, dropping their weapons, and running around in panic, but at this time the camp was full of horseback warriors, who had no way out and could only crawl on the ground and dare not move.