Chapter 170 The Night Is Not Quiet

In the large camp outside the Dothraki holy city, the tent of the steward Ofer was lit with candles, and only a very weak light was projected through the window.

At this moment, a bloodrider guard hurriedly broke into his camp and shouted:

"Wake up, wake up, Your Excellency Ofo!"

"What's going on?" Ofer woke up from his deep sleep and asked doubtfully.

He raised his head and looked at the door. It still looked dark outside, almost the same as when he fell asleep, but he vaguely noticed that the air seemed to become very heavy, as if a storm was coming.

"The Great Khal seeks you."

"Your Excellency, time waits for no one, please act quickly!"

Ofer finally came to his senses from his confusion, put on some clothes and ran outside.

At this time, the entire grassland was still surrounded by darkness, and everything was shrouded in black and red, as if everything had been stained with blood. In the sky above our heads, a few miserable dark clouds followed the red comet, heading south like a devil's claw. spread.

Ofer seemed to have arrived a little late. When he walked into the king's tent, bachelor Bas Potter was talking to Mongo. There was also a messenger standing next to him. His dress and appearance were different from those of the Dothraki.

He also noticed that many stewards were gathering on both sides of the tent, whispering. Everyone's face looked extremely fierce and violent, and some even showed crazy and ferocious expressions. With a heavy heart, he walked towards the king's throne. .

"The great Khal, Qarth came from the sea."

The messenger's Dothraki language with a different accent reached Ofer's ears. The pronunciation method was gentler and more emotional than the Dothraki pronunciation method. However, its words gave the clerk a chill in his heart and he couldn't help but squeal. A chill.

"The attack started at sunset nine days ago. From the Skazhadan River in the north of the Red Wasteland, I saw the Qarth fleet slowly moving upstream and gradually converging in Zara."

"I ran all night and watched them destroy the city of Zara. Now, this terrifying army has covered the land between Zara and this place in flames. The war has begun. !”

After hearing the messenger's narration, Ofer stopped and looked at the great Kaa blankly. He saw Mengge sitting silently, with no expression on his face. After a while, he finally spoke:

"We and the Qarthians finally met!"

His eyes slowly scanned everyone in the tent, and then said:

"This will be Essos, the most brutal war of the age, and many things will be lost.

Meng Ge's words were very calm and low-pitched, but they attracted the attention of everyone in the tent. Everyone could feel a murderous intention from the peace.

"We don't need to think about it anymore. We will go south at full speed by the shortest way." After saying that, he cast his gaze on the affairs officer Ofer who had just stopped, and finally asked:

"Has Wes LeCoser prepared enough supplies? If we want to go all out, we must travel light and only carry enough food and water to get us there."

"We have already prepared for this moment. Every Wanhu pastoral area has sufficient war reserves." Ofer replied: "No matter whether you go south or west, there is a complete supply station in the grassland. You can try to reduce the load as much as possible. Bear the burden and rush as quickly as possible.”

Meng Ge stepped off the throne, turned to Nohat, who was standing aside, and said:

"Give the order and start gathering immediately! No need to wait for any delayed troops, the entire army is dispatched!"

He did not stop and continued walking forward. The stewards followed him in two lines and walked out of the camp together.

The trumpet in the king's tent sounded, and a deafening response came from the camp in the holy city. However, to the ears of those who were interested, these trumpets did not seem as clear and majestic as they sounded last night. In this heavy dark night, they It seems to have become very dull, with a hint of blood.

"Ofer, I'm leaving." Mengge turned to face the affairs officer, took off the galloping horse badge hanging on his chest, put it on for the other person, and said seriously:

"I am removing you from your position. You are now the Hand of the King. You will stay in the Holy City and govern the subjects in my place."

"But, but, Kaa." Ofer stammered a few words, but said nothing.

He clenched his fists, made up his mind, and no longer hesitated. He put his hands on his chest, knelt on one knee, lowered his head solemnly, and said:

"I offer my loyalty and my life to you, Great Khal."

Mongo nodded and personally stepped forward to help Ofer up. The courage of the "Agent" was no less than anyone else. If Dothraki recruited him, he would run to Slaver's Bay even if he was tied to a horse. But his age and body cannot support him riding a fast horse.

Two hours passed quickly. Mengge sat on the red war horse and looked into the distance in the dim light.

Daenerys rode a silver pony to accompany him. Although her body was petite under the leather armor, she looked full of confidence. When the Dothraki saw that she was not afraid, they all became excited. This is the real Carrie. Hee feeling.

In front of the huge bronze horse gate of the Holy City, 25,000 fully armed cavalry gathered, including hundreds of knights of the Golden Regiment wearing smocks. A horn sounded, Mongo raised his hand, and the entire Dothraki army came. Silence set off.

In the front were a thousand lightly-armored horse archers from the Blood Guards Central Thousand, followed by the Great Khal and Khaleesi, followed by Norhat holding a gilded banner with galloping horses, followed by Bachelor Bas Porter and the herald of the Guards Thousand, and behind them were the Blood Guards in armor and the legion phalanxes of each Thousand.

All the cavalry had a resolute look, their eyes pointed forward, frightening the onlookers, because it was a determination to die generously for the sake of achievement.

They headed south, across the endless grassland, toward the place where the Sarn River flowed, without the accompaniment of harps, without majestic songs, composing poems that could be passed down for countless generations.

The army led by Mungo arrived at Ves Le Coser three days later, in a morning that was like dusk.

They only stopped there for a very short time, allowing nearly 20,000 local cavalry to join them.

After breakfast and replenishing food and water, they tightened their belts, checked their horses, and set out again.

They left their pastures and marched towards their goals mile by mile, riding towards the dawn and towards the darkness. The only thing that never went out was the fire of war in their hearts.