Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 148 Dream Reality
The pale sun rose from behind the distant mountains, and the clear morning light shone unsparingly on the grassland, dispelling the thin silver mist.

From time to time, the wind blows the ocean-like green grass to bend down, and a sense of peace fills the earth.

Daenerys Targaryen rode on the silver pony, heading towards the holy city in her dream. She didn't say a word, she just sniffed the fresh air, and occasionally cast longing eyes on the towering mountains in the east.

However, the knights of the Golden Order who followed her all looked dignified. Their clothes looked the same as in the past, but upon closer inspection, they all wore a gorgeous ribbon.

Ser Bened Berenne's travel-stained neckline was studded with a jewel, and even the sword at his waist was sheathed in silver.

He kicked the horse's belly lightly, hurried forward a few steps, and said with a very serious expression:

"I don't know when it started, the brothers in the band started talking in low voices, saying we were losers, and some people mentioned Westeros, which is not only the hometown our ancestors miss, but a lot more Our fief and wealth, these people declare, we have at last enough strength and warriors to return to our homeland."

Daenerys has heard a lot of information about these past events of the Golden Company, but some people and allies that Bened said are unknown to her.

When the other party spoke, she listened intently. It seemed that even if it was a mercenary group, there were still many conspiracies and power struggles inside.

"Westeros! Westeros! The Seven Kingdoms are like pearls!"

Bened sighed, pointed his back to the direction behind, and said:
"Since the death of the last Blackfire Maris, the hearts of the soldiers of the Golden Company have been empty for a long time. Now, we are recalling that beautiful place again, and at the same time awakening terrible dreams.

His hoarse voice became deeper, almost like a suppressed roar:

"But we are cowardly, and no one dares to go back, because even King Nine Copper Plates died in battle on the Stone Step Islands, making the Black Fire Clan extinct from male heirs."

Having said this, Bened paused for a moment, as if to cover up his gaffe. He tensed the muscles on his cheeks and continued with a solemn expression:
"Finally, inspired by these rumors, the previous leader, Mies Toyne, made a secret agreement with Illyrio Mopatis to re-elect Targaryen to the Iron Throne, but to complete this agreement, an ally is needed , a Dothraki khal with a powerful army, this is the princess, your only value."

"Remember, Daenerys, in this world, the humblest people also have their own desires and dignity. You, or anyone else, can refuse to perform actions designed for you."

"Also, are you really ready? Be careful of anyone who deliberately approaches you. People who obey you may not love you. Others are also coveting your crown. For this, they can do all terrible things. Likewise Remember this, Princess Targaryen."

After he finished speaking, he turned and rode into the crowd behind him.

Just when Daenerys was still thinking about the meaning of Bened's words, a sharp and loud bone whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.

"This is the early warning post of the Dothraki patrol cavalry. We have entered the warning range of the Holy City."

A Dothraki warrior wearing iron ring armor ran over quickly, shouting:

"Everyone, stop moving forward and don't draw your weapons!"

He is one of the leaders of thousands of households in Wes Kewo, leading three thousand cavalry, and was dispatched by Kosoro to monitor the Golden Group and protect Princess Targaryen.

Hearing the shouts of the armored warriors, Daenerys quickly came to her senses, stopped the horse, turned around excitedly, and repeated the Dothraki words in the Valyrian language.

The soldiers of the Golden Regiment stood obediently in place in an instant, not daring to move. They had seen the real "Dothraki Sea" in the Sarn River.

The turbulent surge like a black wave left an unforgettable impression on them. They have fought in the disputed land for most of their lives, and they have never seen so many cavalry charging together.

Bened's sharp gaze followed the sound of the horse's hooves to the north, and he saw a large shadow moving at a high speed on the green field in the distance. He listened carefully, trying to distinguish the number of the other party.

Daenerys stood on a grassy hill, covering the sun with her slender fingers, looking into the distance. In her eyes, it was not black shadows, but many cavalry, with spears in their hands. Reflecting the needle-like light in the sun.

Under the oppression of the armored leader of thousands of households and more than 3000 Sraki cavalry, no one in the Golden Regiment dared to act rashly or speak in a low voice.

There was silence all around, and everyone could hear the sound of the wind blowing across the grassland, silently waiting for the arrival of the patrolling cavalry from afar.

Not long after, even Viserys, who was at the back of the line and guarded in the carriage, could hear the deafening sound of horseshoes, and he quietly poked his head out and looked ahead.

I saw a group of cavalry approaching the team now. They moved as fast as the wind, visiting this large and unknown army back and forth. Low, strong shouts came along the grassland.

Suddenly, this group of people on horseback increased their speed and swept over like thunder. The six cavalrymen at the front took the lead and spread out. The cavalrymen behind them followed them in turn, running along both sides of the convoy.

All the cavalry are wearing shiny armor with intricate patterns, like a painting full of vitality, the scene is very spectacular.

Their steeds are tall and strong, their bright fur shines coldly in the sun, their fluffy tails are flying in the wind, and the warriors on their backs are even more majestic and heroic. Floating, his face was full of determination and bravery.

They formed a group of three and advanced in a tight formation, glancing to the left and right from time to time. Soon, the knights of the Golden Company were surrounded by them with lightning speed.

The patrolling cavalry stopped, pointing their spears at the knights of the Golden Order. Some cavalrymen had bows and arrows in their hands, ready to attack at any time.

Then, a tall cavalryman rode forward, his armor was even thicker and more exquisite, and the top of his helmet was decorated with a flying black horsetail. He kept advancing until the point of his gun was within ten feet of the crowd.

"I am the Great Kaa Blood Alliance Guard, the leader of a hundred households in the Chinese Army."

The vigilant eyes of the cavalry scanned everyone, and finally stopped on the leader of the thousand households, questioning in Dothraki:

"Which ten thousand households are you in charge of, what are you doing when you lead your troops back to the pastoral area of ​​the Holy City?"

"I'm from Weiss Kewo, under the orders of His Excellency Wanhu Kosoro, the right wing, to escort these people to the holy city."

The leader of the thousand households replied, and took out a galloping dagger from his waist and handed it over. He looked at the blood alliance guard Baihu face to face, with a very surprised expression in his eyes. more sophisticated.

"There are too many of you, at first I thought you were the enemy." The blood alliance guard carefully checked the lines and patterns on the dagger, but the vigilance in his eyes still did not relax, and he said:

"Although you have proved your identity, I still can't let you all go. Your Excellency, you should understand that now is not the right time, so others must stay here. Please return to the holy city with me." , to meet Noahat Qianhu."

After listening to the bloodrider's arrangement, the thousand households nodded, walked to Daenerys' side, and discussed with her.

Princess Targaryen's face showed majesty in line with her status, and the frowning brows were like flames, which looked like an invisible crown.

She really wanted to speak in a strong manner and order the other party like she was there on the banks of the Sarn River, but she immediately remembered Bened's warning just now, lowered her proud eyes, and whispered:

"Fantasy and reality can appear out of thin air from the grass, teaching me in turn."

(End of this chapter)