Chapter 119 The Loser Is Guilty

Khal Sot looked at the majestic armored cavalry around him with an incredible expression. He couldn't figure out whether he was asleep or awake. He felt as if he was still in a dream of Essos.

The dark scenery kept flying backwards, and the sound of the wind whistled in his ears. He could not see anything except the bright stars in the sky. On the right was the shadow of a huge mountain holding up the black sky.

He vaguely recalled that he had agreed to meet Khal Mungo alone, and at the urging of Hasha, he was hurriedly pushed onto the warhorse, but this dreamlike feeling made him completely unable to judge where he was.

Led by the armored cavalry, he galloped forward non-stop, and then a faint golden light illuminated the sky. In the dawn, he saw the familiar bronze horse gate and returned to the holy city of Vaes Dothrak again.

There was an endless camp in the open space outside the city. When the vast horns sounded one after another, even the bravest warriors would feel their hearts and gallops when facing more than 100,000 cavalrymen galloping on horses.

Seeing this scene, although Soter was very tired, he quickly woke up completely. The rapid sound of horse hooves in his ears immediately turned into a threatening sound. He began to feel uneasy in his heart and couldn't help asking:

"Where is Mongol Khal?"

The armored cavalry was silent for a moment before shouting in response:

"Hurry! We must be faster. The horn of dawn has sounded. Time is very tight. After dawn, the great Khal will summon you to the central tent."

However, the cavalrymen's pace suddenly slowed down. Fortunately, Soter's riding skills were superb enough. He quickly tightened the reins, and the warhorse raised its head and neighed a few times. Responses came from other horses in front, and the scattered sound of horse hooves gradually approached. Three elderly Dothraki men blocked them in front of them.

"Sote, you despicable one, I want to fight you and avenge my innocent and tragically killed people!"

The leading armored cavalryman hurried forward to ask the other party to make way, saying that this was the order of the great khal.

Sote also recognized that one of the old men was Kao Moso. He moved uneasily on his horse, but it was not because he was guilty or remorseful.

He was just feeling whether his body could support him to kill the other party. After all, he was not only injured but also very tired.

Feeling the pain and weakness in his abdomen, he did not show any discomfort, but raised his head more proudly.

His expression undoubtedly made the three old men even more angry and angry. For a moment, they even wanted to break through the encirclement of the armored cavalry.

The cavalrymen immediately drew their scimitars and shouted:

"Get out of the way. If a Thousand Guards fight with Blood Guards, they will be convicted immediately. If they forcibly stop Blood Guards who are performing their duties, they will be killed!"

"I will challenge you to a duel in front of the throne of the great Kao." Mosuo roared helplessly and retreated.

A bright light flashed in Sote's eyes. He knew that he had won the bet. He and Hasha had met many times and knew that only the Thousand Guards and some of the Hundred Guards of the Monggo tribe would wear armor, and the cavalrymen who protected them were all wearing armor. They must be elite warriors of high status.

He put away his irritating conceit, looked at the three old men, and said seriously:

"I am waiting for your fair challenge. As for a person's meanness and cunning, you can't just judge by whether you are a victim."

"Moso, when we were in the Holy City, you and I stood together in the meeting hall of Doshi Khal, but you were a spy for Mungo Khal. Are you nobler than me?"

"Since it is a war, danger and sacrifice will always exist. Defeat is defeat, and death is death. If you are not on the winning side, You won't have a chance to face me.

After saying that, Sot continued to move forward under the protection of the blood guards. They quickly bypassed the tents and came to a huge white tent.

The news of his arrival had spread, and the blood guards at the gate immediately led him into the tent without any extra questions.

As Sot entered the door, the decision he had thought about in the Skeleton Mountains came to his mind, and he couldn't help but murmured: "Be careful about your words and deeds. Mongol is completely different from other Dothraki people. Don't say things you shouldn't say."

"Oh, what's different about me, and what shouldn't I say? "

A clear voice came, but it exploded in Soter's ears like thunder, making him dizzy and sweating.

After a long while, he came back to his senses and saw the tent as wide as a palace. The light in the tent came from the window panes on both sides. There were no decorations or brocades hanging in the solemn and neat space, and there were circles of wooden chairs.

On the throne on the high platform in the center of the tent sat a king who seemed to be a giant. His youth could not be associated with the horse riding the world in the prophecy, but his deep black eyes were trembling, making people feel the darkness as if the end of the world was coming. On his left and right sat an old man with eyes full of wisdom.

When Soter's eyes were focused on Mungo, he couldn't help but recall the cold words again, and suddenly felt inexplicably awed.

He lowered his head and walked forward without saying a word until he was only three steps away from the high platform, then bowed and said:

"You are naturally different. You are the noble Dothraki and the king of the free people, the great Khalmongo. What can't I say? In this moment worthy of celebration, I am here to provide you with My wisdom and intelligence, I just remind my words to be respectful to the king."

Meng Ge did not respond immediately, and the atmosphere became very solemn. His black eyes suddenly stared at Sauter, and after a moment, he said in a majestic voice:

"Tell me your suggestions and information, but what you say next cannot offset your sin. You can only gain a piece of merit from me."

Sauter looked into Meng Ge's eyes and made himself forget the fear in his heart. Stimulated by the previous words, the blood in his body began to boil and boil, and he retorted:

"What sins do I have to cleanse? There is no doubt that you are the final winner, the great Khal of the Dothraki people, but you cannot be unreasonable just because you are the noble king. Didn't my strategy help you win?" provide help."

A surprised smile flashed across Meng Ge's serious face, like weak sunlight shining on cold iron.

However, he really had no suitable reason to convict Sode, and then said slowly:

“The weak are guilty, and the defeated are guilty.”

Sauter did not continue to defend. He took the dagger and scimitar from his belt, cut off the braid that almost reached his thighs, and placed them together in front of Meng Ge's feet.

Then he knelt down on the ground, touched his head to the ground, and said in a muffled voice:

"I was defeated by you. The Dothraki will never worship a loser as their king. I am willing to offer you my loyalty."

Even if Sauter reached such a humble level, Mengge could feel the other party's unwillingness and determination. His black eyes showed a hint of hidden gloom, but it dissipated in an instant.

He thought that he had greater strength and wisdom, so he stretched out his hand and said:

"Give me that weapon!"

Sauter did not stand up, but picked up the dagger, raised it high, and handed over the handle.

"This is Valyrian steel and keel. It looks like it has experienced many years of wind and frost. This should be a token of your tribe, right?" Mongo asked.

"Yes, I found this from the poisonous sea near the Stone Road in the Skeleton Mountains, but I lost many warriors there. Please forgive me for not being able to describe the situation there in detail." Sauter replied.

"I can see that you have extraordinary experience and courage." Mengge stood up, handed the dagger back to Sauter's hand, and said:

"I accept your allegiance. Although you don't seem that loyal, in the future, I will need all brave people and wise people, whether they are loyal or not, to swear an oath to me!"

Sauter knelt on one knee, held the dagger tightly, faced the north and said solemnly:

"I swear allegiance to the Dothraki and the great Khalmongo of this country. From now on, I will march forward for you without hesitation. I will not be afraid of strong enemies in the face of strong enemies. In times of danger, I will sacrifice my life until the world is destroyed and I die. Fang Xiu, I, Sauter, son of Modolo, swear this in front of the Holy Mother Mountain, as witnessed by the stars in the sky."

Meng Ge looked at the top of Sauter's head and said slowly:

"I, Meng Ge, remember your oath, and I will never forget it. I will definitely repay your loyalty with kindness and justice, your bravery with honor, and your betrayal with revenge."

"Now, my warrior." Mengge walked back to his throne, pointed to the seat in front of him and said:

"Sit down and tell me everything you know, tell me all your information about the Far East, and put forward all your suggestions. Don't worry, just speak out!"