Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 137 The Knight's Oath
The sun was gradually sinking below the horizon, and the shadows in the forest were slowly deepening as Daenerys' caravan set off again, and they were now heading in a direction where the trees were sparse.

The convoy didn't go far, and the night had completely fallen, and the knights of the Golden Order immediately lit the torches they were carrying.

They entered the Kehor Forest fourteen days ago. During this time, except for the necessary camping breaks every day, everyone has been walking on the road exhausted non-stop for days.

The cool wind is like a child, blowing the leaves leisurely, and suddenly there are many sounds around.

The convoy came to a circular clearing where the trees had been felled. The ground was densely packed with wooden piles, hidden in the shadow of the grass.

Daenerys stepped down from the carriage, and the beautiful scenery in front of her took her breath away. She was standing on an open grass.

Overhead is a clear sky with red galaxies hanging, and underfoot are all kinds of thriving lush grasses, and on top of them are many yellow star-shaped flowers, dotted among their thin stems and leaves. Small white and blue flowers.

The ruins of the city not far away seemed to be floating on the green clouds. As the night darkened, more and more golden fireflies began to shine. Finally, the entire grassland seemed to be submerged in the sea of ​​stars.

"Welcome to Asalia!"

The old knight Bened Beren held the hilt of his sword tightly with one hand, saluted meticulously and respectfully, then pointed to the scene in front of him with the other hand, and said to Daenerys and the maid beside her:
"This is the east of the Qohor Forest, with the vast Dothraki Sea ahead."

Princess Targaryen's long hair swayed in the wind, as gorgeous as a silver river. Her petite body was wearing a white robe and a silver belt. It was as cold as the mist in the morning. Although the youthfulness of the girl had not faded, but She looks like a hero.

It was completely different from when she had just left Pentos. The old knight could already feel a kind of fortitude like cast steel from her. She was indeed a woman of royal blood.

Daenerys looked at the blood-red sky with her lavender eyes. After a moment of silence, she spoke with a clear voice like a silver bell:

"Look at the cold weeping blood star. This is a harbinger of the end and change of many things. The whole world will be turned upside down. Similarly, the grassland country has experienced bloody disputes for many years, and it is also an era of imminent change."

"I know that many knights may have doubts and arguments about my order, worrying that if they just rush in like this, some unexpected situations that they don't want to see will happen before the Dothraki war is over. "

"They think not to enter the steppe until one of the Wes Dothrak or Khal Mongo wins. I will not make any ruling on this challenge. I will let the carriage I ride in go first in the procession , I will continue to move east, with or without knights guarding my carriage, and I will wait for my future husband to be greeted at the foot of the Notre Dame."

"Respected Sir Beren, please tell the knights that it is easy to embroider on silk, but it is very difficult to send charcoal to the suffering people in the snow for warmth. Only through hardships and hardships can one recognize a person's loyalty, Why should they claim a place at the king's hearth, or a share in the king's spoils, if they have not served the future king with valor and deeds?"

"Moreover, I hope they can recall the achievements of Khal Mongo and respect the glory he has won. He has been invincible so far."

As the voice of the princess became stronger and more intense, Bened Beilen held the hand of the sword hilt tighter and tighter. He summoned the guards around him to protect Daenerys, and bowed more respectfully. After that, he walked towards the knight station of the Golden Group.

Although Valyrian and Dothraki were mixed in the words just now, he also listened to some of them when the princess was studying, and he was able to fully understand the meaning.

yes!The honor and career of the Golden Group have been achieved through the struggle of generations of exiles. If there is no war, no bloodshed and sacrifice, why would they ask the king to take them home.

There is no horse king on the grasslands stronger than Khal Mongo, and that is their best hope.

Bened Beilen thought the princess' words were very wise. He rode on the flat grass, quickened his pace, and soon came to the outside of the knights' garrison.

"Oh! That's the Dothraki, with an army of 20 troops." A knight sneered and mocked.

"Gold is above, iron is below, words are like gold, have you forgotten? Don't you want to discredit the mercenary group?" Someone shouted the battle slogan and motto of the gold group, hoping to save those who were afraid of fighting.

"What reputation do mercenaries have? We are homeless, a group of losers. Cold Iron is a failure, and so is Black Fire. This is a team of losers."

"The Golden Company has been against Targaryen for 100 years, and you, just went to Pentos, attended a banquet, and you are going to fight for this sweet Targaryen princess, huh! That's amazing."

The sneering and cursing from the garrison poured down on Bened's heart like ice water. He clamped the horse's belly hard, and rushed into the knight garrison with a cold face.

The white hairs like silver threads were still clearly visible in the dark night, and in the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed with anger like raging fire.

He pulled out the long sword at his waist, knocked down those cowardly warriors who mocked others to the ground, and manipulated the horses to rampage in the garrison.

Before long, none of the disputing knights could stand again.

Bened ordered the flag officer to unfurl the military flag, and he sat on horseback and stood in the center of the garrison.

There were eight torches standing around, and eight embarrassed Golden Knights knelt in front of them, with unsheathed long swords and shields placed at their feet.

The light of the torch shone on his white hair like blazing fire on cold iron. The face covered by the shadows was as deep and terrifying as an abyss, and his voice was as powerful as a bell:

"Yes, Han Tie has passed away, and your ancestors have followed the Black Flame and returned to the arms of the Seven Gods, but they have not been forgotten, forgotten by this world, but now? If even you have forgotten Their glory and their will, who can remember them?"

"They lost their fiefdom, traveled across the ocean to the other side of the Narrow Sea, and had to become mercenaries in order to survive. People who lost their hometown and faith! They were torn apart, died in foreign countries, and disintegrated, just like you today. "

"It's Cold Iron, it's Aegor River, the first leader of the Golden Company, he united your ancestors closely, and since then, they have waged endless wars, fighting desperately on this land Survive, and only then will you be born."

The knights in the entire station lowered their heads in shame. Bened Beilen jumped off the horse. He straightened his back, stared into everyone's eyes, and walked in front of the eight erring knights.

Finally, he stopped, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and sticking it to his chest, with a very solemn expression on his face, closing his eyes and praying devoutly:
"Heavenly Father has a firm and firm face, adjudicates wrongs and upholds justice, judges the length of life and longevity, and is kind and compassionate to the world."

"Father, you are omniscient. The sins of all beings cannot escape judgment. I pray to you that justice will be done."

After Bened Beilen prayed to the Seven Gods, the eight knights who made mistakes were so pale that they almost collapsed on the ground.

He opened his eyes, his eyes were as firm as iron, full of justice and strictness and dedication to honor, he raised his long sword with both hands, and shouted loudly:
"Your wills are weak, you are in the face of a strong enemy, you are anxious, your morale is shaken, you have no honor and heroism; you are very proud, you judge yourself, ridicule others, you can't treat your friends sincerely, help your brother knights, and have no justice. , humility, and integrity; you will not be kind to protect the weak, fight against violence, fight for those who are unarmed and ask you for help, without mercy; Heart!"

"In the name of the Father, in the name of the soldiers of the Golden Regiment, I will hear your last words, and I will judge you to death."

"No! It's not fair!" A knight uttered a heart-piercing cry, struggling to stand up and resist.

"I'm not guilty!" Some knights also shouted, trying to rush out of the station.

"Long live the heavenly father, long live the golden regiment, and the oath will last forever!" The few remaining knights knelt firmly on the ground and prayed loudly to the heavenly father.

Bened Beren swung his long sword vigorously, a dazzling silver light flashed, and the knights' prayers stopped silently. On the grass, blood spattered at the old soldier's feet.

The rest of the knights knelt on the spot tremblingly like chicks that had been drenched in the rain, and immediately began to chant the prayers again.

Lives disappeared one by one, including those knights who escaped and were caught back in embarrassment, their heads were all chopped off, and their breath disappeared into the grassland.

The other knights of the Golden Group watched all this helplessly, unable to move in horror. Bened Beilen, who was covered in blood, shook off the blood from his sword, and woke up everyone with a violent cry.

"You are knights, not unknown people, have you forgotten the oath of entrustment?"

"In the name of warriors, I call upon you to be brave, in the name of the Father, I call upon you to be just, and in the name of Our Lady,..."

The knight's oath made everyone's heavy heart suddenly clear. They respected the honor and loyalty of the old sergeant, as well as the strict and fair style of doing things.

They stood under the starry sky, followed Bened's footsteps and roar, held their long swords tightly, put one hand on their foreheads, and chanted aloud:
"I will protect the weak and the innocent. In the name of a young girl, I will protect all women. I swear that I will be worthy of the Seven Gods, and I will not violate the laws of heaven. I would rather die than surrender, and I will never change until death."

The breath of the wind caressed the shadow of death, and it fell to the ground. The faces of the knights were flushed with oaths.

They kept chanting the names of the seven gods, like calling a lost traveler in a distant foreign country, until all their fears disappeared, until there was only one voice left in the entire station:
"Go home, go home..."

　I saw someone say that the Golden Regiment does not take the oath of knights. Let me tell you here that the Golden Regiment has 1 people. Unlike other mercenary regiments, it is composed of infantry or cavalry. The Golden Regiment mainly has 8000 archers, [-] knights, and [-] knights. Attendants, note that they are knights, not cavalry. This ratio is quite a lot. In the Battle of the Trident River, the [-] royal army, that is, one tenth of them were knights. , or the down-and-out nobles and knights who lost their fiefs in Westeros, Westeros has a special knight training system, and the Golden Company abides by this. For example, their knights must also have three horses, equipped with armor, and a servant There are [-] people left. This part is no different from other mercenaries, but they are not knights. The roles are generally marked with Jazz (knight), sergeant (military rank), commander, intelligence officer (position) For example, the head of the regiment, Harry Strickland, is the financial officer and the head of the regiment (the position does not say that he is a sergeant or a sergeant. He is more afraid of death and does not like to fight). Home.

　　
　
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