Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 106 The Commander of the Holy City
"Fogo, son of Khal Ogo, will you hear me?"

Sotekao uttered a sound to stop the dispute. He slowly left the chair and walked towards Fogo weakly. The female warrior beside him walked quickly to his side and supported him.

Although he still looks heroic, people can feel a kind of steel-like perseverance.

But the two people who came to meet noticed that the man who came down from the throne had a very pale face, and a thick linen cloth was wrapped around his abdomen, with some clearly visible blood stains remaining on it.

"Are you injured too? Is this Mungo's despicable assassination again?" The old bloodrider next to Fogo asked in surprise.

When his eyes rested on Sotekao, he showed a deep sense of worry, because as the other party slowly approached, the strong body exuded a familiar smell of herbs.

This is the second time he has smelled this kind of breath in the camp of a Kayo, and the last one was his "blood of my blood"—Kao Ogo, otherwise, it would be impossible to exchange this meeting this time. It was done by Fogo.

Sotekao walked in front of the two of them, with his arms free from the support of the Shamiliana female warrior, he slowly straightened up, stood still with his head raised, his dark eyes sparkling, and he said solemnly to Fogo:

"I don't have time to tell you everything that happened here. After I win the victory, I can tell you everything more completely, but I still want to remind you seriously, be careful, the enemy's spy net is more powerful than we imagined. Be strong, you are about to face great danger like never before."

His words became more and more urgent, and even his voice became lower and lower, but the light in Fogo's eyes became more and more intense, and he responded with an extremely strong momentum:

"The evil choice is coming at this moment, the elders can only live and grow old, and only the hands of the young can hold the scimitar."

Hearing this, Sotekao was silent for a moment, staring at the proud young man standing in front of him, neither of them moved.

"Shhh, shut up." The bystanders yelled and reprimanded.

The old blood alliance guard who followed Fogo also fell into a daze for a while, and when he was awakened by the scolding, he immediately reprimanded severely:

"Shut up, Fogo."

Then, he looked at Sotekao again, and said in a trembling voice:
"The Dothraki is not afraid of danger. He was just overwhelmed by excitement and made a mistake. We firmly believe that you and Khal Ogo will soon regain their vitality, hold the machete again, and rule the Dothraki sea. stable."

Sotekao ignored these explanations, stared solemnly at the young man with a face full of resentment, and said in a cold and majestic voice:

"Most wise men will not refuse the advice of others, Fogo, son of Khal Ogo, you are a stupid and ignorant donkey, shut up, and stop showing off your meager courage. I have experienced countless wars and deaths. , not to waste time arguing with ignorant people."

"However, since Kao Ogo handed over the tribe to you, and I was injured and unable to charge forward, you are the commander of the Holy City Army."

"Just to bring victory to your throne, respected Sotkhal!" The elder bloodrider replied hastily and respectfully.

In fact, his heart was far less calm than it appeared on the surface. His slightly wrinkled hands tightly grasped Fogo's arms, not daring to let him make any rash moves.

Originally, Khal Ogo was the most powerful and justifiable military commander of all the kaoli in the holy city.

However, he was assassinated and seriously injured while searching for Mongo's spies in the complicated and chaotic city, which gave Sotkao a chance to lead the army.

And how did the assassin break through the heavily guarded army camp and seriously injured the man in front of him, and how did he willingly give up this power to Fogo? Could it be that he is really a selfless person?
Out of the corner of the eye of the old bloodrider, he secretly looked at Sotkau's injury and asked:

"Our situation can be said to be extremely critical. I don't understand. You already know that Mosokao is Mungo's spy, and you asked him to pass on the battle plan and lead the army to perform the task of luring the enemy?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Sotekao's face. Many haggardness caused by injuries disappeared in a smile, but he didn't answer this question, and everything became quiet.

In the silence, everyone heard an old and hoarse voice saying:
"That's because you don't know Mongo well, or what you know is only what everyone thinks about him."

The older bloodrider could understand that the Sauter tribe stopped them outside the camp and confiscated their weapons due to the caution brought about by the assassination, but they couldn't forgive the white-haired old man who was talking.

He couldn't help asking in a mocking tone:
"What impression? Mercy? Don't play with your mystical words anymore. Shouldn't a wise man only state the truth he knows? Maybe you can give us some advice!"

The white-haired old man didn't seem to have heard the sarcasm, he sat motionless in his seat, and said expressionlessly:

"Some things are not to be said to a fool, and the fool will not get any guidance from me."

"Mungo is indeed a merciful man. His mercifulness is never aimed at a specific person, but towards all the Dothraki. Otherwise, he only needs a fire before we expel the spies from the holy city." Destroy everyone and win easily."

"It is this kind of benevolence that makes him shoulder an inexplicable sense of responsibility, relying on his own powerful force to personally carry out some adventurous tasks. At the same time, this is also his biggest weakness. The loss is exchanged for the greatest gain, such as getting the hundreds of thousands of people in the holy city intact after the war is over."

"Benevolence? It's greed! What kind of wealth can he get when the flames engulf the holy city?" The old blood guild guard responded in a nasty voice.

"Indeed, kings are greedy." The white-haired old man obviously didn't like other people's evaluation of Mungo. A trace of boredom flashed in his eyes, and he continued:
"There has never been the so-called luring the enemy to go deep. The intelligence passed by Mosuo Kao is also one of our plans. This information will make Mungo feel that he has a chance to win, reduce his vigilance, and blindly target the intelligence information. Corresponding strategy."

Having said that, there was no other brilliance in the old man's eyes, they were completely fierce, and he raised his voice:

"There is only one real purpose, to reduce the troops that Mungo can personally lead, and let him take the initiative to fight us."

"According to the information we gave, he will definitely need to send troops to face the false decoy troops. There are only his spies, the Mosuo tribe. With his kindness, there will definitely be many soldiers stationed in the Yinhai camp. Therefore, if Mungo is coming to attack, based on Kayo and my guess, he still has at most half of the troops he can lead, which is about [-] soldiers."

"As for our side, except for the troops in the holy city to maintain law and order, Kao took away almost all the soldiers there. Without the Mosuo tribe, our troops are still undiminished. A total of 20 troops have been assembled and hidden here. If this is a decisive battle, Our force advantage has gone from doubling to tripling."

"Secondly, in view of his powerful body, which is comparable to the legendary stone giant, Kayo made a transaction with the trading town of the Orange Dynasty in the Far East through Shamiliana, the end point of the Stone Road in the Bone Mountain Range, where the descendants of the Golden Dynasty were newly established. The regime, some special weapons enough to kill the dragon, will appear in this war."

"Under the hill is Mungo's burial place."

Everyone also turned their eyes to the south one after another. Their thoughts crossed the continuous grassland to the end of the Silver Sea. Where is the horse riding the world now?

(End of this chapter)