»The red setting sun converges, and the river surface shines with sparkling blood, like the momentary fragrance of life ignited and blooming.
The land that has been nourished by blood will surely grow magnificent flowers in the coming year.
The "Jakarang" holding a giant ax cut off the heads of the dead and dying people. The little girls quickly pulled out the arrows from the corpses and put them into the baskets in their hands with laughter.
Competing for resources, reducing the population, and ensuring that the victor has more living space and supplies, war has been regarded as a biological instinct and is engraved into the genes of the Dothraki people.
The raging flames illuminated the sky red, and Mengge rode a war horse to inspect the injured roaring warriors. Everyone looked at him with eyes full of reverence and fanaticism.
At this time, Ofer came over on horseback, bowed to him and saluted, and said:
"Great Khal, you have lost a total of more than 300 warriors, but you have conquered more than 35,000 new tribes. According to the identification of the new tribes, Khal Jumoc and his bloodriders, as well as all the bandits, They all died in the battle."
The old Dothraki has participated in many battles, but has never seen such exaggerated results. He now somewhat believes that the young Kaa in front of him is a person blessed by the gods. As Kaa said personally, he is The gods tied defeat in the braids of their enemies.
He watched the entire battle, and at the same time he also participated in the plan to march back to the Undercurrent River and raid the Long Bridge, but he still can't believe it.
The rays of light drifted over the corner of Meng Ge's mouth, and he couldn't suppress the lightness and joy in his heart, and said loudly:
"In the name of Kaa, deal with the new tribe properly. After they surrender to me, they have the same blood. They cannot be insulted. If anyone goes against my will, I will cut off his head with my own hands."
"Wisdom Kaa, I obey your wishes." Ofo smiled and expressed his obedience, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he continued: "I also want to recommend a warrior to you."
Seeing that there was no one behind the old man, Mengge said doubtfully:
"Where are the people? Are they among the injured?"
At this moment, Ofer's eyes began to shrink, and he did not dare to look directly at him, and said awkwardly:
"It's just a runaway slave, but he has been captured, and now Corsolo wants to execute him with his own hands."
Meng Ge smiled indifferently, already having a guess in his mind, but he did not answer directly, but asked:
"Officer, I believe you have your own reasons for recommending this person, but I also trust Corsolo, so what is so special about this slave and why he must die?"
Ofer relaxed after hearing this and explained softly:
"This man was originally a slave of the Jiumokhao tribe. Before the battle ended, he took advantage of the riots on the east coast and snatched horses and fled the battlefield. On the way, he was discovered by our patrolling scouts. He was arrested after injuring twelve people."
Seeing the angry look on Kaa's face, Ofo quickly explained:
"All twelve people were only slightly injured. The slave didn't do anything serious, otherwise he could have escaped."
Now Meng Ge is interested in this slave, provided that this person wants to work for him. There are many celebrities who were born slaves in the history of the original world.
He could give this slave a chance, but he would not directly pardon him irrationally.
Thinking of this, Meng Ge glanced at the anxious old man, and in the other's expectant eyes, he said loudly:
"You can go to Corsoro now. If this slave is still alive, convey my order and ask him to give this slave fifty riding whips according to the Dothraki punishment for escaped slaves, and then kill this slave. Cass, who has been incorporated into Corsoro, will let Corsoro kill him with the most cruel means if he attempts to escape again. This slave must kill twelve enemies on the battlefield to obtain true forgiveness."
Ofer smiled again and rode away in a hurry.
Meng Ge looked at the back of the old man running away and shouted:
"Tell that slave that when he is forgiven I will give him a chance to escape slavery."
The hazy moonlight weaves a mist-like brilliance, and the stars this night are particularly numerous and dazzling.
The light of the moon and stars shines on the high ground far away from the Undercurrent River.
After the battle, Meng Ge completely realized that even if water was inconvenient, the camp must be far away from the river and occupy high ground.
"Kaa, we caught a caravan trying to get close to the camp. They were carrying a large box of gold. The leader of the caravan claimed to be an envoy from the city of Kohol."
Outside the camp, a group of Dothraki roaring warriors led a thin middle-aged man with a goatee on a rope.
However, there was a hint of sharpness hidden in this man's calm and bright eyes.
"Are you from Kohol?" Mengge frowned, a little suspicious of this man's identity, "As far as I know, the city of Kohol has closed the suburban shopping malls, closed the city gates, and prohibited people from going out. How could this happen? Send an envoy to pay tribute to me with gold."
The man with the goatee looked calm, and took a measured, half-step towards the light. He raised his bound hands and reflected them in the firelight to prove that he would not use evil means. He spoke in a hoarse voice. An elegant and gentle voice said:
"Dear Meng Kao, I am the masked priest of the Black Goat God, Morey Hut. I was entrusted by the believers in Qohor City to pay tribute to the winner."
The man's words surprised Ofer, who was preparing to act as a translator.
Morel Hut was actually able to speak standard Dothraki proficiently. No wonder the Roaring Warrior only brought the other person to the camp.
The Dothraki language, which was often irritable, also had a different gentleness and tranquility in his unique voice.
Orver put away his strange look, slightly turned sideways, and explained to Mungo softly:
"The Black Goat God is the god of the Qohor people. He needs to accept blood sacrifices every day. On weekdays, the Qohor people only offer calves, steers and horses in front of the altar of the Black Goat God. On sacred festivals, masked priests will use knives to dedicate the lives of criminals to the gods. In times of crisis, the nobles in the city will also offer their children to the Black Goat, hoping that it can protect the city."
The objective explanation of the bystander made Morey Hutt, the masked priest of the Black Goat God, a little angry.
However, Ofer glanced at Morel Hutt lightly and deliberately said loudly:
"I heard that the Faceless Men believe that the Black Goat God is an incarnation of the Thousand-Faced God, in the House of Black and White..."
"Ah, shut up, shut up, pagan."
At this moment, Morel Hutt's face was hideous and almost crazy, no longer as elegant and calm as before.
The name of the Faceless Man also shocked Mongo's heart. The reason why he was so eager to revive the body of the Twelve Trials of the Noble Phantasm was that he felt that his life was not guaranteed. There were not many people who could threaten his life now, and the Faceless Man was one of them.
The Faceless Man is a religious assassin group that believes in the Thousand-Faced God, the god of death. They gather in the House of Black and White in the free trade city-state of Braavos. They are extremely good at disguise, have the ability to change their appearance at will, and have a strong poison that can quickly suffocate people to death, called "Strangler".
Monggo could understand Ofer's intentions. The sudden appearance of Morel Hutt was indeed suspicious.
The city of Qohor was reluctant to pay tribute to Khal Jumo, but now that the war has just ended and the situation is unclear, they are willing to pay tribute to him in gold. This is too abnormal.
But by the same token, Mungo felt that it was impossible for the people of Qohor to invite a Faceless Man so quickly, and they would not be willing to pay such a high fee to ask the Faceless Man to assassinate a Dothraki Khal.
The Faceless Man believes that taking a person's life is a sacrifice to the gods, and the price is usually very high. The price will also change according to the importance and defense level of the target. To assassinate an ordinary merchant, only half the price is enough to hire an entire army of ordinary mercenaries.
Maybe Ofer just wanted to use the belief in the Black Goat God to test the identity of Morel Hutt, but the Thousand-Faced God he mentioned inadvertently made Mungo wary of the Faceless Man. After all, he had to be