Chapter 114 Messenger

At this moment, they were blowing the night wind, smelling the stench in the air, and using the corpses of Dothraki and warhorses as barricades.

And dig holes in the ground that are only the size of a normal arm. No, a little thicker than an arm, maybe the size of a horse's calf.

what.

The young Andal man with hair disheveled by the wind was standing on the ground outside the city of Gordo. There were more soldiers around him doing the same job, that is, digging holes in the ground.

He felt as if he vaguely understood the reason for His Majesty's order.

And at this time.

Step on.

A faint sound of hooves sounded, coming from far and near.

Mir's ears moved slightly as if he heard a sound, and then he raised his head first. As expected of an old Youzi who has escaped death several times on the battlefield, vigilance always comes first.

distance.

In the pitch-dark wilderness, the young Andalus soldiers could vaguely see two Dothrakis on horses approaching by the faint moonlight.

"who!"

The Andalos soldiers who were digging holes nearby also found each other at this time, and they became alert in an instant, put down the shovel pick in their hands and pulled out the short sword around their waists.

"stop!"

However, the soldiers of Andalos were taken aback when they were very nervous.

Under the faint moonlight, they saw the other two Dothraki who could not see their faces abruptly disappear from their eyes.

"Um?"

"Where did the people go?"

Mil scratched his head slightly. He suspected that his eyes were dazzled. How could the two big living people suddenly disappear. However, he turned his head and looked at the brothers around him, and found that they seemed to be also a little confused.

But then they heard the painful neighing of the warhorse and the incomprehensible sound of murmur. It didn't sound like a good word, it seemed to be cursing something.

Some special situations suddenly appeared here, and soon, they attracted the soldiers holding torches in the rear.

"Torches!"

Mir supported the helmet on top of his head, and then took the torch from the hands of others. A group of Andalus soldiers drew their swords and carefully surrounded the place where the sound was made.

Then when he got closer, he found two war horses with broken legs and injured horses lying on the ground and neighing in pain.

And the master they carried on their backs was also smashed. At this moment, the two Dothraki people with braids were sitting on the ground and rubbing their heads.

"Sure enough, the Dothraki!"

The faces of Andalos soldiers were instantly filled with anger and hatred. In the fierce battle during the day, I don't know how many Paoze brothers died in the hands of the Dothraki.

And there are Andals and Royna among them, and the Andals are better because they are far away from being attacked by the Dothraki.

However, the villages of the Loyna people are closer to the Dacaohai, and many Loyna people have been attacked by these barbarians.

Even if the fighting in the daytime is eliminated, there is a deep hatred in itself, and in an instant, the soldiers of Andalos have red eyes.

"It seems that they are here to spy on intelligence!"

"Kill them!"

A group of Andalus soldiers drew their daggers and rushed to kill the two Dothraki spies.

Among the two Dothraki people, Khal Drogo's blood alliance guard Koso was also smashed just now, and his brain was still a little dizzy.

He had just been riding a war horse and humming a song when he suddenly fell into the pit.

Who can react to this?

Not to mention him, even Khal Drogo would have to be eaten by a dog.

Before Koso could fully react, they were surrounded by a group of Andalos with torches and weapons.

Although he couldn't understand what the other party was babbling about, Ke Suo was not a fool, and it didn't seem like he was saying something nice just from the excited look of the other party.

Immediately afterwards, the group of 'lambs' had red eyes and seemed to want to pounce on them and chew them alive.

And although Ke Suo fell a little groggy, but at this moment, he also had a shock, and quickly got up from the ground, pulled out the machete around his waist, and put on a look of swearing resistance.

but.

Just as the two sides were about to break out into a confrontation, another Dothraki with Koso suddenly spoke in broken Westeros common language.

"Hey, stop!"

"We are the messengers of Khal Drogo, take us to you"

The common language of the Dothraki sounded a bit awkward, but the Andalus soldiers present still understood it.

The other party didn't seem to know much about Andalos, and he didn't know how to call Andalos' master.

"Take me to your governor."

In the end, the Dothraki blushed with a thick neck and finally understood what he thought was the correct name.

However, although the soldiers of Andalos stopped when they heard that the other party was an emissary, they could not help but look at each other in confusion when they heard that the other party was looking for the governor of Andalos.

"The Governor?"

"Where did we get the Governor here?"

Fortunately, Mir understood the words of the other party, and at this time, he took the initiative to stand up and relieve the Dothraki translator.

"All right."

"It seems that these two envoys have come to negotiate with His Majesty the King."

The misunderstanding is the real solution.

Afterwards, Mir took the two Dothraki messengers back to Gor Dolhe's camp.

After just experiencing a false alarm, the Dothraki translation was fine. After all, he could barely understand what the Andals and Royna said, and the mental pressure was not so great.

And Khal Drogo's blood alliance guard Koso is highly tense, like a frightened cat, looking around vigilantly all the way, and putting his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist when there is a slight disturbance .

Not long afterward, two Dothraki emissaries were brought into Viserys' camp.

The night is getting close.

But the little king hasn't rested yet, and his spirit is far stronger than others.

There was half a burning white wax on the table.

At this moment, he was looking at the marching map on the table in his tent, thinking about ways to defeat the enemy, and on the surface it seemed that Viserys was looking at the map in a daze.

And at this time.

The guard standing outside the tent came in and whispered something in Viserys' ear.

"Um?"

The little king raised his head slightly, a pair of lavender eyes flashing with brilliance.

Then he lowered his head and looked at the map on the table, thought for a while and finally nodded.

"Let them in."