Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 145
The letter sent to King Cleon was taken away by Astapor's caravan, and Gail and his party lived in Vaes Dothraki for a long time. They ate, drank, rested every day, and went to please those leaders them.

The days went on like this day by day, and they couldn't figure out how long it took. The holy city was always sunny, and even the occasional raindrops just made everything cleaner and clearer.

They had no opportunity to see the Great Khal again, and seldom to speak to the chiefs, for all the Dothraki seemed to be very busy, and this busyness also made the holy city change almost every day.

Outsiders are very curious about the various changes, but most places have arranged for tighter guards.

At this time, in the Western Market of Vaes Dothraki, in a lime powder-painted wine hall, the lights were brightly lit, and a few people from the Free Trade Cities were sitting there, listening to a man from far away from Westeros. The scholar speaks of his own adventures in travel and in the wilderness.

The somewhat stocky scholar, with a cheerful countenance, wore a worn leather coat, and a belt of leather buckles, from which hung a traveling short sword in a plain horny sheath. .

The owner of the tavern was a Myr with olive skin, black hair and black eyes. He was holding a barrel of mead and filling pottery cups, listening to the guests' discussions very curiously.

The businessmen of the Free Trade Cities listened even more attentively. They appreciated and welcomed the knowledgeable scholar in front of them, and were even willing to pay for him, ordering a glass of light green mead or fire wine, a specialty of Myr.

They sat there chatting like that, winking at the shopkeeper from time to time, asking him to pour wine.

"Dear bachelor, you have really seen a lot of world!" One of the merchants said.

"That's right! However, you rich merchants who have come to Vaes Dothraki from all over Essos, there are quite a few well-informed people!" The scholar replied flatteringly.

"Haha, there will be more of us in the future." The businessman said with a smile:
"The coronation ceremony to congratulate the King of Dothraki will be held here soon! The great Kaa has ordered that the castle-like hall in the center of the city be transformed into a palace, and treasures from all over the world will be hung inside. An unprecedented banquet and martial arts competition will be held!"

"Don't interrupt the scholar's story." Another young businessman said.

"I don't mean to interrupt, look at the wide road that has been leveled and cleared, and the reservoirs that look like lakes, I just think he would be happy to know what people are talking about, because I believe , he is also the one who wants to contribute knowledge to the great Kaa.”

"When people say one thing, you always have to answer ten. I think you are old and confused!"

"But I can lift a whole bolt of wet linen."

"Amazing! Then your legs will tremble like a sieve."

The argument was quickly interrupted by the scholar, who said happily with a round belly of wine:

"Yes, I plan to stay in the court of the great Kaa for a while, you guys look at my desolate appearance, I am willing to serve a wise king, so I especially want to know more about his wisdom."

The talkative businessman glanced at the young businessman and smiled happily. While brushing his big white and unkempt beard, he put the wine glass to his mouth and took a sip. He raised his interest and said slowly:

"Hi! This old man, you should want to ask, where can I see the great Kaa, let me tell you, in a few days, you will be able to see his heroic appearance with your own eyes in a few days.

"However, you must stand far away when the time comes, and don't go forward. Kaa's bloodriders are brave and good at fighting. They all wear iron armor and ride iron horses. They line up one by one. a wall.

"You should know about the Steel Road in the Skeleton Mountains. Whether it is the robbers, bandits and outlaws there, or the savages in the east of the mountain range, they rushed to kill them, and immediately fled in all directions like a piece of loose sand, or just lay there. The ground is trampled and slaughtered by people, these armored warriors are very fierce! Even if a person is facing a battle, he dares to pick up a spear and charge and kill a large army single-handedly."

"Three Gods!" The young businessman couldn't help revealing his identity as a Tyroshi, and exclaimed, "Then, who among them is the bravest and best at fighting?"

"Don't interrupt." The old businessman glared at the other party very dissatisfied, then turned to the scholar and said:

"That's why I tell you this. The Dothraki say Khosoro is the bravest warrior of Khal, but I think the greatest warrior is Hashawanhu, who can shoot through armor with an arrow. He is always good at shooting birds within a hundred paces, and is even more terrifying when shooting with axes. He likes to chop people's heads off. He would say very brave prayers, the hymns you've never heard, because he wrote them all himself, and he was a very godly man."

"You are talking nonsense!" retorted the young merchant, craned his neck, "the warrior who does not ride a horse but wields an ax is Elihu Phoenix of the Free Legion, a Volantene, and those poems are Legionnaire's tribute to the great khal."

"What do you know?" The old businessman glanced at the young man with disdainful eyes, raised his glass to his mouth, took a sip, and said firmly:

"Hasha Wanhu has conquered the steel road, which is the future land silk road. We no longer have to exhaust our wealth and lives, cross the moody summer sea, and venture to the Jade Sea."

"The channel is safe, and soon more Yidi merchants will come to Ves Dothraki from the east to trade. We will stay here for a while and bring some silk and spices back. Wealth multiplied several times."

"Bachelor brother, don't worry. When I paid taxes to the city market supervisor, I learned that Hashawanhu will soon return victoriously. The great Kaa will definitely go out of the city to meet this hero. At that time, you can Take a look at the majestic appearance of the Dothraki King from a distance, and then decide whether to enter the court or not."

"Sure enough, you are well-informed." A businessman praised.

"If the steel road is smooth, it will be glorious, and may the gods bless us." Another merchant added.

Having said that, the curiosity of the other merchants was even more aroused. They all came over and spoke to the old man, making the young merchant's face flush with anger.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused on the commercial road, the chunky scholar grinned, showing his maroon teeth, retracting his round belly, quietly stood up from the stool, and walked out of the bar.

The dawn sun had risen, shining on the Mount of Our Lady in the north, and the scholar walked down a flat stone staircase to the city's aqueduct, where there was a babbling brook flowing from the mountain river.

Next to it, there is a stone tablet engraved with unknown characters. It is said that this is a new language invented by the great Kahal and unique to Dothraki, and every Dothraki needs to learn it.

The scholar filled the leather bag around his waist with water from the stream, blew into it, and when the water drops from the mouth of the bag fell, he spoke silently;

"This is the Dothraki! If Boll let me come to watch all this, then, as you wish, it will be like the rising sun!"

　Originally, I wanted to write about Bono’s spy war in Slaver’s Bay, or the plot of Harsha’s conquest of the Steel Road. I’ve been writing the spy war scene for a long time, but I can’t write the feeling. As for the conquest of the Steel Road, I’ve thought about it today. There are not many descriptions of the war, this chapter is too much, push the time as soon as possible, let Daenerys play, march into the slave bay and the west, and post it to the plot and the original book, it will be better written.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)