Chapter 73 The Right Path

The sky gradually darkened, and the light on the river almost completely disappeared. Only the sound of water jumping beside my ears could be heard, and the air was filled with the fragrance of reeds.

"Hmm, it smells like my childhood." Mungo thought while looking up at the stars hanging in the sky with dazzling white light. At this moment, the sound of a song-like call came from the river.

The sailors shouted slogans and rowed the famous oars. It was not a very beautiful tune, and Mungo could not understand whether there was any deep meaning in it.

Soon, a rowing warship broke through the night and approached the shore. He noticed the figures of the sailors, who were the slave soldiers of Volantis.

If they had not greeted Duncan with a smile and in a friendly manner, Mungo would have felt that he had foolishly stepped into a trap.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get on the boat!"

A man who looked like the captain shouted: "No matter who you asked me to transport across the river, please tell the widow by the water that I have paid off my debt to her."

"This feels great!"

Duncan jumped onto the warship through the pedal and joked to the man.

"Welcome to my territory!"

The captain opened his arms and hugged him tightly, quite arrogantly.

"Thank you for your help."

Duncan's chest was a little stuffy, and he responded vaguely.

While talking and laughing, Mungo had also boarded the boat. His face was tightly covered by the hood, and no one came forward to talk to him.

The Rhoan River is the widest river on the East Continent. The confluence of many tributaries has increased the flow of the main stream. When you stand by the river on horseback, you will feel that the river is extremely turbulent and difficult to cross.

But when you stand on the rowing warship and successfully cross the river in a short time, you will feel that it is just so-so.

The way to get off the ship was also through a step. The sailor held up a bright oil lamp to illuminate the shore. Mungo and Duncan walked over carefully one by one.

The captain threw the two people's luggage to the river bank with force, and then lay on the side of the boat and shouted:

"The river has risen sharply recently, and the flow is too fast. Our direction is a little off. If you still want to go to the agreed place, go north for a distance."

"Hush! Hush!"

There are often cavalry patrols on the river bank. Duncan raised his finger to signal the other party to keep a low voice. After looking around, he replied with peace of mind:

"You are such a good person. Thank you for your kindness. Goodbye, my friend!"

Then, they ran quickly to the north, where the horses arranged in advance were hidden.

Soon, Duncan found two black horses tied in the woods according to the mark. He checked the bean cakes filled in the horse's back bag, took out a piece from it, fed the horse with one hand, and stroked the horse's head with the other hand, wanting to get close to the other party.

When he turned around again, he found that Mungo had already ridden on the horse. The black horse still stood there obediently, without any fun or resistance, and was as obedient as a wooden stake.

After feeding a piece of bean cake, Duncan finally got on the horse as he wished. He looked at Mungo and said with a smile:

"As expected of a nation on horseback, my friend, you are definitely not an ordinary Dothraki. Maybe when you complete the task, you will tell me in person that you are the legendary slave liberator."

After saying that, he reached out and lifted up his fluffy hair and beard.

Mungo looked at the scars on the other's face left by the slaves to gain freedom, and answered loudly:

"Duncan, the person standing in front of you is the King of Dothraki - Mungo, and the slave liberator you mentioned."

"I knew it was you."

The strong man slapped the horse's back excitedly and excitedly pulled the reins to spin in place.

After a long time, he gradually regained his senses, jumped off the horse, bowed deeply to Mungo, and said sincerely:

"Tyroshi, Duncan Jeffreys, salute the great Mungo Khal, may your kindness cover the whole world, can I go with you to carry out the mission? It will be my honor to go with you."

Mungo looked at Duncan seriously and shook his head. Seeing that the other party showed a disappointed and sad expression, he explained:

"If I need manpower, there are tens of thousands of troops on the other side waiting, but I don't have enough ships to bring them all. If there are only dozens or hundreds of people accompanying, I can survive alone, but I will never be able to bring them back safely."

"Then I will accompany you to the town of Valissa, which is the only way to the town of Veronthus, and I can wait there to pick you up."

Duncan was obviously prepared, and he immediately responded impatiently. Who knows how long he will have to wait before he can have the opportunity to fight side by side with such a legendary figure again.

"No, I won't return from Seheru, so I won't pass through Valissa again. In fact, you should hurry back now and stop following me. We will meet again if there is a chance. I hope you will still be willing to fight for me then."

After saying this, Mungo turned his horse and headed south. Seeing that Duncan was unwilling to give up and wanted to get on the horse and follow him, he pulled out his scimitar and slapped the other's horse. The horse was frightened and ran away, leaving the strong man alone.

There are many roads leading to the town of Veronces. The closest and easiest way is to go straight along the Rhoan River, but along the way you will encounter many patrol cavalry or pass set up by the enemy.

Mungo thought carefully and, guided by knowledge and many days of experience, embarked on the right path. Speed ​​is of the essence, so he took the fastest road.

For a long time after he left Duncan, everything went smoothly and nothing unexpected happened until he saw a campfire appearing on the road ahead.

With the light of the fire and his extraordinary vision, he could see that the camp was full of mercenaries. They gathered together, laughed, clapped their hands and stamped their feet, and did not know what they were doing.

There were overturned carriages on the roadside, and the luggage was scattered and thrown everywhere, all turned over in a mess.

When they saw Mongo riding a horse to rush here, some mercenaries acted indifferent, while others greeted each other, jumped on the horse, and drew their swords to be on guard.

When they came closer, they saw clearly that there was an extremely tall man sitting on the horse's back, holding a huge scimitar in his hand.

If they could do it again, they would definitely be willing to spend time running earlier and farther.

Unfortunately, the ending of this story is destined to end here.

Anyway, when they wanted to rush up and catch the other party, they found that they were the one who had no power to resist.