Chapter 184 Stepping Out of the Grassland

Chapter 182 Stepping out of the grassland

At noon, the red and yellow sandstone looks particularly colorful under the sunlight.

Most of the Dothraki who were accustomed to running on the grasslands felt a little uncomfortable with the unfamiliar scenes and colors of the Kaiser Pass in front of them, and their eyes gradually became confused.

Mengge did not give the cavalry time to adapt. When the scouts who were scouting the front returned, he rode into the narrow mountain road with his whip raised.

According to the news from the people sent by the leader of Mortho, although Lazarwanhu defended the Kesai Pass, the Skahazadan River was still blocked by Meereen and Qarth, and the enemy might launch a counterattack at any time.

Kaiser Pass is the key pass from the Dothraki Sea to Slaver's Bay and must not be lost.

Thinking of this, Meng Ge couldn't help but speed up his horse again, and the cavalry behind him did not hesitate to follow Kao's footsteps closely.

At the other end of the mountain road, a group of Zaralin people were carefully cleaning the gravel on the road.

"Black Sheep, have you met the leader of the Dothraki?"

Taking a break from the busy schedule, several young Lazarin children straightened up, stretched their limbs, and started chatting.

They were all Lazarim who had taken refuge in Dothraki's Kraza Ten Thousand Households. They were awarded meritorious service for rushing to the aid of the Kaiser Pass War and burning Qarth's ships. They were left in the Dothraki camp and were responsible for some simple logistical work on weekdays.

The Lazarin, known as the Black Sheep, looks a bit young, but is very calm. He is the leader of this group of young people.

He did not answer immediately and concentrated on filling up the potholes at his feet. He would not let go of any obstacles that would affect the passage of the war horse.

If the great Kaa's war horse broke its hoof here, he simply couldn't imagine the situation.

It wasn't until Black Sheep finished his work and carefully checked the smooth road surface again that he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"We grew up together. You have never left Raza, and I have never gone out. How could I have seen the great Kaa? I only heard some legendary stories about him from the priests and the leader Mosso."

Having said that, Black Sheep's face still showed the pride that suited his age, and his pupils were full of longing.

However, the other Lazarin people didn't pay attention to this at all. They immediately gathered around the black sheep, their expressions and tone were full of curiosity, and they said in unison:

"Tell us about it!"

The Lazarin's belief in the Supreme Faun teaches them that all people belong to the same flock of Lambs.

Therefore, their personalities are extremely peaceful. It can also be said that they have no sense of struggle and resistance, and lack blood in their bones.

Any tribe or race around Raza could bully and enslave them, plunder their food, and massacre their people.

But with the arrival of the unified Dothraki, they gradually learned about some different beliefs and cultures.

At the same time, we also realize that all people are not the same, and they do not belong to the same flock of lambs.

In this world, they are the only sheep, and everyone else is a wolf.

The more contact he had with the Dothraki, the more interested the young Lazarin became in those different things.

This is also the reason why they dared to join the Black Sheep and secretly follow the Qarth fleet to retaliate and burn the opponent's ships.

What they wanted to know most, and what they wanted to put first, was the great Khao Mongo who unified the Dothraki Sea.

But before the legendary story from Black Sheep's mouth could begin, a roar like thunder exploded in everyone's ears, and the fine gravel on the road trembled.

Hearing this movement, Black Sheep quickly ran towards the hills on the roadside. When he saw the galloping horse flag flying over the cavalry clearly, he couldn't help but shout loudly.

"It's the cavalry!"

"It's Dothraki cavalry!"

There was a blush on his face, maybe he was out of breath from running, or he was excited.

But he knew that the heart in his chest was beating hard with the sound of horse hooves, as if it was about to fly out of his throat.

The speed of the cavalry was so fast that people had no time to react, and they quickly ran into the black sheep's sight range.

And he saw and recognized Meng Ge at a glance, or it could be said that Meng Ge looked particularly dazzling, completely in line with the legendary figure he imagined.

"The Great Khal!"

The Black Sheep shouted in the Dothraki language he had practiced many times: "The Great Khal!"

"The Great Khal!"

All the Zalarins who walked up the hills shouted in unison and focused their attention on Mengge.

The great Khal rode a fiery red horse. His figure was extremely huge, and his skin was like gold in the sun, exuding a golden halo.

He raised his riding crop arm, holding incomparable power like the supreme faun, and his eyes seemed to pierce people's hearts like sunshine.

Even when the Zalalien stood high, they always felt that the Great Khal was looking down on everyone.

Everyone's hearts were filled with surprise, awe and excitement. For a moment, they didn't know what words and poems to use to praise and welcome the great Kaa.

After a moment, they fell to their knees without saying a word.

"The Great Kaa..."

Some old Zalalims recited it over and over again, as if they were recalling one of the most famous epics and the most legendary myths in their memories.

Mengge, who was leading the cavalry, also saw the group of people standing on the hills.

He was short in stature, much like a Dothraki, with short hair and a singing accent.

A glimmer of light flashed in Meng Ge's eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. He also recognized these as Zalarin people.

This situation made him very happy, proving that the Laza Wanhu under Motho's governance was supported by the Lazalin people, and it also showed that Monggo's appointment was not wrong.

After all, he and the official Aofu and others had some disputes about the choice of Laza Wanhu.

First of all, Laza's geographical location is on the border, and it needs a Wanhu with strong military capabilities.

Secondly, the Lazalin people living on the land of Laza are extremely good at herding and farming, and they need a wise and friendly Wanhu to govern them.

As for Motho, the khal who defected during the Dothraki Unification War.

Regardless of whether he is loyal or not, at least everyone knows that he is very old and may not be able to ride a warhorse soon. He is also a little weak in character and never conflicts with other Dothraki people.

But Monggo doesn't think so. The Motho he sees is a friendly old man who has experienced years, is full of wisdom and ability.

Without wisdom and ability, a Dothraki cannot live to this age and still gallop on the grassland.

It is even more impossible for an old khal to lead a group of cavalrymen who are even older than himself to survive in the Dothraki Sea.

Therefore, after considering various factors, Mongol believed that Motho was the best candidate to lead the Lazha Wanhu.

And Motho also proved his worth, not only defending the Kaiser Pass, but also gathering the Lhazalin people.