Chapter 105 Our Lady of Mount

The army of the Holy City is stationed at the foot of the Mount Our Lady. This place seems very suitable for resting and can avoid any sudden attacks. (っ◔◡◔)っ

Because it was to the east, the army was protected by the stretched mountain walls, and there was a large river as a barrier to the west. The rushing river flowed from the valley all the way to the grassland, turned a big bend at the foot of the mountain, and flowed south.

In front is an open space about five miles wide. The terrain here slowly rises to the north, and the camp is built on it. If an enemy approaches from the south, they can be noticed at once and attack first from a high position.

A group of cavalry followed the weed-covered riverbed and embarked on a green path leading to higher ground. The weeds on the road were trampled by horses' hooves, revealing the conspicuous brown soil.

At the end of the road, the grass is as clean as the silk thrown from the sky to the world, and small flowers bloom like countless pearls.

The cavalry crossed this beautiful land and went straight forward to the hills. They finally arrived at the gate of the camp.

There were many Samiliana female warriors on horseback standing there. As soon as they saw the cavalry approaching, they immediately blocked the way with their spears.

"Stop, Sote Khal ordered that no one is allowed to enter this gate unless they are our allies. You look like Dothraki, and you can come from the grass familiarly. We have been watching you for a long time, and we are sure you have never I haven’t met you, who are you and what’s your purpose?”

They shouted in clear and proficient Dothraki, asking the visitor to reveal their identity and purpose. There was curiosity in their eyes, and more of a fierce desire to fight.

"We are not enemies." The leading cavalry stared at the guards with sharp eyes and said impatiently:

"I am the son of Ogo Khal, Fogo. My mission has nothing to do with you, so I have no comment. The person I want to meet is Sote Khal himself. Time is running out. Go and inform him that we have arrived. "

"He is the stubborn horse and the stubborn donkey."

"The title given by Kaa is indeed not something that ordinary people can have. I will inform the master and ask for his opinion."

The female warriors of Shamiliana exchanged a few words with each other in an ancient Herculon language. One guard quickly left, and the others continued to guard the cavalry.

Soon after, she returned, shouting: "Khal Sote gives you permission to enter."

The gate of the camp opened immediately, and Fogo and his party, led by the female warrior, walked in. In front of them was a wide open space filled with horse-repelling stakes.

All the way up, they passed many carefully arranged and neatly arranged camps, as well as many ingenious defense facilities that they had never seen before. They were obviously designed to deal with surprise attacks. Finally, they finally came to the top of the hill.

On a piece of green flat land there stood a tall tent, surrounded by shields that shone in the sunlight. Standing at the door was a group of guards who were much taller than ordinary people.

"This is Kaa's big tent." The female warrior who led the way said, "I have to go back to guard. Goodbye, everyone!"

She turned on her horse and left quickly. The guards in front of the big tent stood silently until Fogo and others got off their horses under their scrutiny. They said in a loud voice:

"Sotka only allows Lord Fogo to enter with one entourage.

"Please hand over your weapons to me before entering."

Fogo's patience had long been worn out. He pulled out the scimitar from his waist and stared at the guard in front of him with sharp eyes, as if the other person was his mortal enemy, and said:

"Even if he is Khal, he cannot insult the son of Khal Ogo."

"Even if you become Khal Fogo now, this is Khal Sote's tent, not your tribe." The guards quickly stepped forward, drew their scimitars, and pointed at the dismounted cavalry.

"Don't be impulsive. If we confront each other with swords, the enemy's mockery will be our only appreciation. Our mission is urgent. Although Soteka's request is unnecessary, you should carry out his orders. Everyone, this is mine. Weapons, take good care of them.”

An elderly Dothraki wearing a gold belt took off his scimitar and held out the handle as a sign of peace. Then he stretched out his hand to hold Fogo's shoulder and said:

"Stop insisting. You are the future Kaa. If you mess up this matter, the tribe's bandits will look down upon you."

Fogo did not further intensify the conflict, because the person who persuaded him was one of the bloodriders of his father Ogo Khal. He gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, then inserted the scimitar on the ground and said viciously:

"This is a weapon made from dragon bones. I put it here, but I command you not to touch it. I swear that anyone who attempts to pull it out will be my mortal enemy."

The guard didn't answer. He quietly retracted his scimitar and took a few steps back. He opened the huge and heavy curtain and let the two people in.

The interior of this big tent was extremely spacious, with bright lights everywhere. Their eyes didn't even need to adapt to the brightness inside the tent.

Later, they discovered that there were many brocades hanging on the surrounding curtains, with rich patterns on them. They were all majestic figures, but most of them were placed in the shadows, looking dim and lonely.

Only the middle one pattern, illuminated by two dazzling lights, faintly flashed with golden light: a young man riding a white horse, he was holding a scimitar high, his black braids fluttering in the wind, The silver horse's mane was flying, as if it was charging towards the enemy in front.

"That's the young Sotkhal. Judging from the attire of the others, they must be the enemies he once met." The older Dothraki whispered to Fogo, "It was with such a heroic figure that he traveled across the eastern grasslands, and the remnants of Hel Kron had to surrender and pay tribute to him."

The Hel Kron Descendants Kingdom is an ancient kingdom in the east of Essos that has been destroyed. It was once extremely glorious and bloody. In order to defend against the invasion of nomadic peoples such as the Dothraki, they built three fortress cities in the Skeleton Mountains, one of which was Shamiliana.

As the rivers and lakes dried up, the once fertile land turned into yellow sand, and this powerful country no longer existed. The three cities were the last remnants of Hel Kron.

The two walked forward and passed through the curtains. In the center of the other end of the tent was a huge throne, on which sat a man, Sotkhal. With a bright light flashing in his eyes, he glanced at Fogo mercilessly.

On both sides of his throne stood the female warriors of Shamiliana who had appeared in the Hall of Dosh Khaleen. In front of him sat an old man with long braided white hair that fell to his knees and squinted his eyes.

The man on the throne did not move, causing everyone to fall into silence. Finally, Ogo Khal's blood guard, the elderly Dothraki, had to speak:

"Respected Khal Sot, riding the world's steed, all the allies have gathered. Please ask what your next plan is, otherwise we will be defeated one by one."

The white-haired old man slowly stood up, and both noticed that although he was now hunched, he must have been a hero when he was young, and his whole body was full of the momentum of having experienced many battles.

He lifted his heavy eyelids, looked at the visitor with his dark eyes, and said solemnly:

"To be honest, Lord Fogo, I really don't want to welcome you. The name I gave you is Nag, which is not worthy of the cavalry's trust. If Ogo Kao lets you take power, the wives of the warriors will be sad and weep blood, and be extremely sad."

Hearing this, Fogo was about to step forward, but was grabbed by the shoulder by his father's blood guards. He had to stop and stood there with a face full of resentment.

The older Dothraki looked stern, stepped forward, and said in a serious voice:

"Your Excellency, please be careful with your words. There is no doubt that you are a wise man here, and Khal Sot also relies on you. We also respect you, but is this the Dothraki way of hospitality? I have never heard of such a thing."

"Your gatekeepers blocked us outside the camp, and your guards in front of the tent forced the guests to take off their weapons in front of the door. What is this for? Do you want to sharpen Fogo's spirit? Or are you deliberately humiliating the son of Khal Ogo?"

"Your rudeness is also unwelcome. We are not begging for your help. Moreover, at this critical moment when the war is approaching, insulting a warrior who is willing to stand up in a crisis also makes me feel that your wisdom is all deception and deceit to Khal Sot."

There should be six more chapters before the war ends, and there are still three more chapters to go.