Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 105 The Holy City Alliance
The army of the Holy City is stationed at the foot of the Notre Dame Mountain. This place looks very suitable for rest and can avoid all sudden attacks.

Because on the east side, the army is protected by the stretched mountain wall, and on the west side there is a big river as a barrier. The swift river flows from the valley all the way to the grassland, turns a big bend at the foot of the mountain, and flows south.

In front was a clearing about five miles wide. The terrain here rose gently to the north, and the camp was built on it. If there was an enemy approaching here from the south, it would be immediately noticeable, and the first attack would be condescending.

A group of cavalry walked along the weed-strewn riverbed and embarked on a green path leading to a higher ground. The weeds on the road had been trampled by horseshoes, revealing a very conspicuous brown soil.

At the end of that road, the grassland is as clean as the silk that the sky throws to the world, and small flowers bloom in it like countless pearls.

The cavalry crossed this good country and went straight up the hills, until at last they reached the gates of the camp.

There were many female Shamiliana warriors on horseback, and as soon as they saw the cavalry approaching, they immediately blocked the way with their spears.

"Stop, Sotekao ordered that unless you are our ally, you are not allowed to enter this door. You look like Dothraki, and you can come from the grass familiarly. We have been watching you for a long time. I haven't seen you, who are you? What is your purpose?"

They yelled in clear and proficient Dothraki, asking the visitor to reveal their identity and purpose. There was curiosity in their eyes, and more of a fierce desire to fight.

"We are not the enemy." The leading cavalry stared at the guard with sharp eyes, and said impatiently:

"I am the son of Khal Ogo, Fogo. My mission has nothing to do with you. I have no comment. What I want to meet is Khal Sotek himself. Time is running out. Hurry up and inform him that we have arrived. "

"He is that stupid horse and stubborn donkey."

"The name Kayo gave is really not something that ordinary people can have. I will report it to the master and ask him what he thinks."

The Shamiliana female warriors exchanged a few words in an ancient Helkron language, and one guard left quickly, while the others continued to watch over the cavalry.

She returned a short time later, calling out, "Sotkhao grants you permission to enter."

The gate of the camp opened immediately, and Fogo and his party, led by the female warrior, walked in. In front of them was a wide open space filled with horse-repelling posts.

All the way up, they passed many well-arranged and neatly arranged camps, and many ingenious defenses they had never seen before, which were obviously designed to deal with surprise attacks, and finally they came to the top of the hill.

On a flat green ground there stood a tall tent, surrounded by shields shining in the sun, and a group of guards standing at the door were much taller than ordinary people.

"This is Kayo's big tent." The female warrior who led the way said: "I have to go back to be on duty, goodbye everyone!"

She turned around and left quickly. The guards in front of the big tent stood without saying a word, until Fogo and others got off their horses under their scrutiny. They said in a loud voice:

"Sotekao only allows His Excellency Fogo to enter with one entourage."

"Give me your weapon before entering the door."

Fogo's patience has long been worn out. He pulled out the scimitar at his waist, stared sharply at the guard in front of him, as if the other party was the mortal enemy in this life, and said:
"Even if he is khal, he must not bully the son of khal Ogo."

"Even if you become Khal Fogo now, this is the tent of Khal Sotek, not your tribe." The guards quickly stepped forward, drew their scimitars, and pointed at the dismounted cavalry.

"Don't be impulsive. If we face each other with swords, the enemy's ridicule will be our only appreciation. Our task is urgent. Although Sotekao's request is unnecessary, you should carry out his order. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my Keep your weapons safe."

An elderly Dothraki wearing a gold belt untied the scimitar and handed out the handle end as a sign of peace. Then he put his hand on Fogo's shoulder and said:

"Don't insist, you are the future Kayo, if you mess up this matter, the Kou of the tribe will look down on you."

Fogo didn't further intensify the conflict, because the person who persuaded him was one of his father Khal Ogo's bloodriders. He gritted his teeth and hesitated for a moment before inserting the scimitar into the ground, and said viciously:
"This is a weapon made of dragon bones. I put it here, but I order you not to touch it. I swear that anyone who intends to pull it out will be my mortal enemy."

The guard did not answer, silently retracted the scimitar and took a few steps back, opened the huge and heavy curtain, and let the two of them walk in.

The interior of this large tent is extremely spacious, with bright lights everywhere, and the eyes of the two of them don't even need to adapt to the brightness inside the tent.

Later, they found that there were many brocades hanging on the surrounding curtains, with rich patterns on them, all of which were majestic figures, but most of them appeared dim and lonely in the shadows.

Only the middle one, illuminated by two dazzling lamps, faintly flashes golden light: a young man is riding a white horse, he is holding a scimitar high, his black braids are fluttering in the wind, The silver mane fluttered, as if charging towards the enemies ahead.

"That's the young Sotkau. Others look at his attire as an enemy he has encountered before." The older Dothraki said quietly to Fogo: "He is in such a heroic posture, traversing the eastern part of the grassland, The remnants of Helekron had to submit and pay tribute to him."

The Descendants of Helekron is an ancient ruined kingdom in the east of Essos. It was once glorious and bloody for centuries. In order to defend against the invasion of nomads such as the Dothraki, they built three fortress cities in the Skeleton Mountains. One of them is It's Samiliana.

As the rivers and lakes dried up, the once fertile land turned to sand, and this mighty country ceased to exist, and those three cities were the last remnants of Helekron.

The two walked forward, crossed these curtains, and in the center of the other end of the tent was a huge throne, on which sat a man, it was Sotekao, with bright lights in his eyes, mercilessly Fogo glanced around.

Standing on both sides of his throne were the Shamiliana female warriors who had appeared in the Doshi Kalin Palace. In front of him, there was a white-haired braid that hung down to his knees, squinting. old man with squinting eyes.

The man on the throne did not move, and the crowd fell into silence, until finally Khal Ogo's bloodrider, the older Dothraki, had to say:

"Dear Sotkao, riding the steed of the world is coming, and all allies have gathered. May I ask your next plan, otherwise we will be defeated one by one."

The white-haired old man stood up slowly, and both of them noticed that although this person is now hunched, he must have been a hero when he was young, full of battle-hardened aura.

He raised his heavy eyelids, looked at the person with his black eyes, and said solemnly:
"To tell you the truth, Lord Fogo, I really don't want to welcome you. The name I named you is a horse, which is not worthy of the trust of the cavalry. If Khal Ogo let you take power, the wives of the soldiers will cry with sorrow. Absolutely sad."

Hearing this, Fogo just wanted to stand up, but his father's bloodrider grabbed his shoulders, so he had to stop and stood there with resentment on his face.

The older Dothraki looked serious, stepped forward, and said in a serious voice:
"Be careful, your Excellency. There is no doubt that you are a wise man in this place. Sotkau also relies on you, and we respect you, but is this the Dothraki way of hospitality? I have never heard of it like this .”

"Your gatekeepers blocked us from outside the camp, and your tent guards forced the distinguished guests to take off their weapons in front of the gate. What is this for? Do you want to sharpen Fogo's spirit? Or are you deliberately insulting the son of Ogo Khal. "

"Your rudeness is also unwelcome. We are not here to beg for your help. Moreover, at this critical moment when the flames of war are approaching, insulting a warrior who is willing to stand up in a crisis also makes me feel that your wisdom is all Deceit and deceit against Sotkhao."

　There should be six more chapters, the war is over, and the third watch is still owed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)