Chapter 169 Dothraki Gathering

It was a clear and bright day, and the sun was fading away. Thousands of cavalrymen were galloping in the last ray of sunlight, their bodies casting long shadows forward, and the darkness had swallowed up all the tall grass on the grassland.

They slowed down at the end of dusk, lined up and galloped forward, diving into the intersection of heaven and earth. Finally, they finally arrived at the center of the world.

Night has fallen here, the sun has disappeared, and the last rays of light shine on the holy city in front of you.

On all the flat terrain outside the city, there are neatly arranged tents and bonfires, strong horse pens, a large number of weapons, and spears standing on the ground like a dense forest.

With the sound of a whistle and the command of a few lights, the thousands of cavalrymen merged into the ocean like a thin stream.

Under the blow of the night wind, the firelight swayed, and the sentries in light armor patrolled back and forth with bows and arrows in hand. Even though so many troops were gathered here, there was still no chaos and it seemed very organized.

Except for the important figures in the Dothraki court, no one knew how many cavalry were in front of them.

In this darkness, even the best spies hiding here could not calculate the exact number. They could only judge from the momentum of the army that there were at least 20,000 people.

What shocked the spies the most was the speed at which the Dothraki army was gathering.

In just five sunsets, the herders in the Vaes Dothraki pastoral area put on homemade leather armor and weapons, and transformed into terrifying roaring warriors. Under the leadership of their respective thousand-household leaders, they drove the horses, From the pasture more than a hundred miles away, we rushed to the holy city.

At this time, someone blew the horn, and the sound of the horn echoed on the grassland. Other horns responded, and the camp immediately lit up torches like stars.

Suddenly, a majestic trumpet sound came from the holy city, which seemed to come from the king's palace. The billowing trumpets merged into one, floating in the sky, constantly.

In this way, the great Kaa left the city and prepared to enter the army camp outside the city. When his figure appeared, the leaders immediately rode to the bronze horse gate to meet the king.

Mongo and Daenerys walked side by side. They did not notice that many people smiled at the sight. Khaleesi was riding a spirited silver pony, and the great Khal was riding a tall red horse. The two form a very strong contrast.

At this time, the roaring cavalry cheered with heroic voices.

"The Great Khal!"

"The Great Khal!"

Then they raised their voices and sang carols.

“You rise in the sky, O Sun of Life, beautiful, great, radiant, high in the sky.

"Your light embraces your land, and we follow your horses as you leap to the west, the earth black as death."

"Kaa, born of justice and kindness, the only true king of the world, the master of all Dothraki, the eternal Mongo, is life, people live because of you, you rise, we live, you fall, we die ”

In the midst of this overwhelming military force, Meng Ge chatted cordially with the leaders, telling the legends of the Holy City, or listening to the stories of their pastoral areas and tribes, as well as their great achievements in the past.

Daenerys just followed him with a smile on her face, listening to the chants sung by the cavalry without saying a word. The pronunciation of Dothraki language was more powerful than the pronunciation of Valyrian, which made her I feel like my blood is boiling.

When the lingering sounds of the cavalry fell, Mengge smiled. He puffed up his chest, raised his whip, and galloped.

"Mongo, Mongo!"

"My king, my king, the rising sun!"

He listened to the joyful call that sounded like a tidal wave, stared at the long queue of soldiers under his command, and shouted loudly:

"I feel like many years have passed since I released my horse on the Holy Mountain. Soldiers, I feel satisfied when I see your familiar and undaunted faces again. Everything you have done for me leaves me with nothing else to ask for. "

"I am ready to carry out another great conquest with you and the brave people who are with me. Warriors, Dothraki warriors, continue to be loyal to me and follow my banner, because with you, all the world will be conquered." Even the enemies of the world, united, have no strength to deal with us.”

"The night is like felt, the earth is sleeping, the milkmen sleep in stone houses with their heads covered, they have lost their honor, the horses are out, and the lions bite them, they will wash and dress, raise their hands high, crawl on the ground, praise your bravery, let Together, we will carry forward the honor of Dothraki and record our great achievements in history."

"Warriors, the stars in the sky are watching you above your head, and millions of people are blessing you behind you. You are brave and invincible, and you are resolute and unconquerable. Dothraki, consider this world your home!"

"Long live the Dothraki!"

"Long live the great Khal, long live the Dothraki!" the cavalry shouted, raising their shining scimitars.

Their voices were enough to show their fanaticism, and their excited, crazy, and ferocious faces made the foreigners present feel extremely frightened.

In this way, Mengge was surrounded by the leaders and rode into the camp under the cheering gaze of the soldiers.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the tops of the eastern mountains are covered with stars. The brightest one is the red comet that the Dothraki calls the "Bleeding Star."

Its tail grew longer and longer, looking like a flaming sword just taken out of the forge. It flew southward, and its light became more and more brilliant, almost blending into the entire sky. People have long been accustomed to its brilliance.

In the red dusk, the wide highland in the center of the camp was the camp of the Blood Guard.

Many tents surrounded a towering white gorgeous tent, which was the residence of the great khal. A team of Blood Guards wearing heavy armor and whose faces could not be seen were guarding in front of the tent.

A Blood Guard centurion wearing a horsetail tassel saw the crowd surging and immediately led his men to ride over.

Mungo stopped talking to the warriors and walked slowly through the camp. Finally, he finally came to the king's tent. He turned over and dismounted. The Blood Guard took the reins and opened the tent door for him.

Seeing everything ready inside, he nodded with satisfaction, but he hesitated for a moment and did not move immediately.

He turned around, looked at the warriors who were still staring at him like statues, waved his hand, smiled and said loudly:

"Even if we run out of energy, we can't fly to Slave Bay. Let's not talk about this now. Let's stay in the Holy City tonight. At least let us spend this night peacefully. Go back!"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

I didn't buy a ticket to go back to the city on October 1st, so I drove back with my friends. The traffic was so bad that we didn't get home until 6 pm!

I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy holiday!