Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 139 Mysterious characters
Duncan Jeffries was in high spirits, and before he could finish a few words, the knights immediately boiled over, interjecting in surprise and excitement:
"Won?"

"Is this true? Mawang..."

"Shut up, it's Khal Mongo."

"I heard that right, did he win?"

"That's 20 Dothraki Roaring Warriors. I've never heard of such a large army before!" The knights couldn't believe it, and they still had lingering fear.

Daenerys stood on the spot without saying a word. She could only hear many noisy voices filling the air and floating on the hills, but her heart could hear the cheering cheers of the far eastern grasslands, like drums of war. It fell to my heart like a beating.

There was an involuntary smile on her face. If anyone still pays attention to her, they will definitely be attracted by this beauty.

Bened Beilen had experienced many setbacks and tribulations, so he had to be a little calmer. He looked around with sharp eyes, and shouted at all the knights in anger, but there was a hint of tremor in his voice.

When he looked back at Duncan again, seeing the only clue in front of him, he felt a little depressed, and hurriedly apologized sincerely:
"Your Excellency, please forgive our gaffe, we gaffe because of impatience."

He stood up very seriously, saluted with knight etiquette, lowered his voice solemnly, and asked;

"Before we set off from Pentos, we only knew that the Dothraki Sea was full of enemies who were eyeing tigers. Perhaps the situation has changed since then, but we have never heard that Ves Dothraki is so far away from us. Madam Vagaro Where did you get the news from?"

Hearing the old knight's apology, Duncan immediately raised his head and met the other's sincere eyes. The frost on his face melted, and he smiled, and said in an unquestionable tone;
"The news was delivered by pigeons from the merchants stranded in Wes Dothraki. They are all witnesses of this war. The war is over and the entire city has been lifted. If we continue to move forward, we will definitely meet them. "

"Perhaps, they can tell us the details of the war, what happened in the Prophet's Hall, and the fierce battle under the Mount of Our Lady."

Looking at the strong longing in Duncan's eyes, the surroundings fell into silence. Except for Princess Targaryen's heart filled with happiness, the knights had very complicated emotions.

They once believed that this mission was walking on the edge of the blade, and that if there was a slight deviation, the whole army would be wiped out, and they dragged their feet along the way and stopped.

Later, they firmly believed that the Golden Group would be Mungo's aid and hope, and made preparations to cross the grassland and fight against powerful enemies side by side with him, but the result was unexpected.

Bened Beilen swept over every knight of the Golden Order with an indifferent gaze, no one could bear his gaze, and quickly blushed and lowered his head.

"Don't worry! Let's move on, and you will rest easy tonight." After a long time, the old knight released them from his eyes.

He sighed and suddenly felt very tired. Although he didn't say another word, the eye contact just now seemed like a long interrogation.

That night, all the knights' tents had gorgeous cushions, but they still couldn't sleep all night, and the quiet atmosphere made people feel like it was winter.

They have all gone through the same experience, and each of them has had two choices, one is to experience the thorny road ahead, and the other is to continue to sink into the dream.

They don't think about anything, dare not give up, hesitate until they have no choice.

The night dissipated in tranquility, and the knights couldn't figure out how long it had passed. When they opened their eyes, the sun had already shone on the camp and the grass, and the river was also shining brightly under the sun.

Accompanied by her maid, Daenerys is riding a silver pony for a walk by the river. The morning glow in the sky shows a smiling face, as if sharing her joy; the grass on the roadside dances in the breeze, as if celebrating her, The birds in the air were singing happily, as if they were praising her.

Ever since Duncan brought the news of Mungo's victory, whether she was riding a horse or sitting and chatting, the strange scene on the other side of the grassland and the vague giant figure would always come to her mind.

Whenever at this time, joy poured into her heart like a cool spring, making the whole heart rippling in the spring water, and the longing turned into a beautiful poem, and only one name could be heard in the whole article.

Time passed slowly, and just as Daenerys' maid was packing her luggage, Mrs. Vagaro's son, Duncan Jeffries, came to their camp.

She had a good impression of the orange-haired man who brought good news for her, and he also brought a lot of food, most of which were said to be local specialties of Volantis.

After a while, the princess picked up a fried locust that was baked golden brown, and looked at it suspiciously.

"Food?" Daenerys lowered her voice, showing a disgusted expression. She tried a mouthful carefully, and her complexion gradually returned to normal. She praised insincerely:
"Very sweet, even surpassing the honey roasted duck and veal steak in almond milk in Pentos, which is quite a sincere compliment, because it is the most delicious food I have eaten in the Governor's mansion, thank you for your generosity!"

"You're welcome, but I still have to ask you to save some food as much as possible." The orange-haired burly man replied with a triumphant smile:
"Eat a little at a time, only when you're hungry. These things will stay fresh for many days. Just a few are enough to last a tall man for a whole day. It can help you through food shortages. "

Seeing Daenerys smiling and nodding in agreement, the maids walked over calmly, ready to collect these unique foods.

Then they unpacked and unpacked and brought out a new hooded cloak trimmed with silver, which they gave to Duncan as a return gift from the princess.

The orange-haired man took the cloak in a daze, and watched with wide eyes as the maid gently put the fried locusts wrapped in leaves on a piece of light and soft silk satin.

Seeing this situation, Duncan was hesitant to speak with a heavy heart, but he couldn't think of flexible words for a while, and finally, he could only explain hesitantly:

"This, this is actually just a kind of dry food, um, it is a food substitute for the Volantenes when they are traveling in the wild. The nourishing effect is better than any food made by humans, and, moreover, the taste is much better than dry food. .”

"Duncan, honest character is the most precious, don't try to beautify it too much." A carefree and fiery voice suddenly came.

Daenerys looked in surprise at the chunky man dressed as a servant who followed Duncan.

Before she could ask about the identity of the other party, the man came forward with a round wine belly, and rudely picked up a fried locust, and said very rudely:
"The silver sheep of the Targaryen family, the diet of Volantis is very different from other regions. The locals are sweet, most of their food is sweet, and the ingredients are quite different. They use insects and other special ingredients. They also have purple honey, pink roe, a giant tortoise the size of a horse, such a noble food, you may have seen it, but poor people like us only have fried locusts to entertain guests."

"It's really sweet." The chunky man threw the fried locusts into his mouth and chewed vigorously with his mottled red teeth.

Duncan would like to say that he has seen those noble ingredients too, and that his poverty is caused by other reasons. After all, he is still "Mrs. Vagaro's son".

But when he saw the very strong chest and shoulders of the other party, as well as the thick neck like a bull and the chin like a slate, he finally decided to shut up obediently.

Daenerys tightly held the maid's hand, looked at the short and fat man anxiously, and secretly reminded herself that from today onwards, she must never trust anyone easily.

It wasn't until the curtain of the tent was quietly lifted, and Bened Beilen walked in slowly with a long sword in hand, that she breathed a sigh of relief.

In her eyes, the short and fat man in front of her was no longer a mysterious figure full of hidden power, and she was no longer affected by the oppressive aura of the man, so she gradually relaxed and asked with a firm attitude;
"You don't look like a servant, who are you?"

The short and fat man ignored the long sword hanging around his neck, and did not answer immediately. His big glowing eyes looked around, and finally fixed them directly on the three dragon eggs in the suitcase. He could clearly hear his heavy breathing.

Bened Beilen was very impatient, and punched the man in the face, and the bridge of the nose that had been broken more than once was seriously injured again.

But this man didn't care about it. He wiped away the painful tears in his eyes, turned over on the ground, sat up quickly, and continued to look at the box containing the dragon eggs.

"Marwin, the doctor of Westeros Academy." Duncan yelled hurriedly and stepped forward, stopping the old knight who was about to strike again.

"Marwyn the Sorcerer?"

Everyone stared at the short and fat man sitting on the ground without blinking, thinking that he might exude a noble aura like a saint, but a dark cloud floated from nowhere, covering his light.

　I got off work late, this chapter is a bit rushed, and I haven't finished what I want to write, so let's post it first.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)