Chapter 91 A New Era

The next morning, Monggo woke up refreshed. The sun shone on him through the door curtain. He smelled the fragrance of the grassland, jumped up, and walked out of the tent.

Ofer was sitting on the grass outside the tent reading a book. The bachelor stood beside him, looking at the sky, wondering what he was studying.

Monggo took the water and food handed over by the blood guard, sat down beside the two, started to eat, and asked casually:

"What's the plan for today?"

Under the bright sunshine, the bachelor seemed to be still immersed in the fight last night, as if he had suddenly obtained a major research result. He answered excitedly:

"Inspect the blood guards and continue to patrol the thousands of households in the western wing of the tribe."

"Don't disturb me while I eat, okay." Monggo glared at the bachelor and said reluctantly.

He didn't like this topic very much, so he turned his attention back to the food, chewing the pie in his mouth silently without saying a word.

For him, those unfamiliar and flustered governors chasing him and asking questions were far more terrifying than letting him face 10,000 pursuers alone. All kinds of strange questions lingered in his mind.

However, not liking is one thing, and what should be done must be done. This is his own responsibility.

At this moment, he saw a team of black shadows from the rolling grass hills in the distance. They were galloping towards the central tent. The string in his heart seemed to be touched, and he blurted out and asked:

"Maester, how long have we been in the Sarn River?"

"Strictly speaking, we have experienced a total of 37 sunsets here." The maester gave an accurate answer. He followed the khal's gaze, looked at the cavalry and horses running, and murmured to himself:

"According to the distance, one person and one horse, as long as the supplies are sufficient, day and night, it is enough to run from here to Vaes Dothrak. Could it be that our scouts are back?"

No one came to answer his question. Mungo and Orver stood up and waited quietly for the arrival of the cavalry.

About half an hour later, teams of blood guards rode out of the camp on war horses, carrying orders and dispersing.

According to the order of Khal Mungo, each thousand-household captain has the power to participate in major tribal decisions, and a captain meeting needs to be held before launching a war.

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A sudden gust of wind blew the bells hanging on the tent, and the central tent of the Khal was crowded with people, most of whom were Dothraki, but there were also a few tattooed generals of other races.

Unlike before, Mungo sat on a high seat at the end of the long table and looked down at everyone. On one side of him sat the affairs officer Orver and the maester Bas Porter, and on the other side sat the blood guard central army captain Norhat.

The captains looked at the Khal in surprise, because most of them had never seen Mungo so closely before.

Moreover, even Orver and others who thought they had known him for a long time did not expect that he could exude a noble aura that made people unable to look directly at him.

With long black hair and broad arms, he looked like a king who had walked out of an ancient legend. His heroic face was inlaid with dark eyes, like the seabed with undercurrents, which would suddenly set off huge waves when the time was right.

The leaders did not dare to look at Kao too much, and cast their eyes on the long table on the left or right or in front of them.

In the center of the long table, there was an exquisite tapestry produced in Qohor, on which a very detailed map of Essos was woven with various silk threads.

Unfortunately, this worth-a-million-dollar tapestry had been destroyed. Someone used pen and ink to draw a circle in the places named Weiss Kvo and Weiss Dothrak, and there were some chaotic arrows between the two.

At this time, a clear bell rang in the tent. In an instant, everyone was quiet and their faces looked solemn. This was the bachelor who presided over the meeting ringing the reminder bell.

Mongol looked around at the leaders and said:

"I mentioned the conspiracy of the Dosh Khaleen at the tribal meeting and asked you to prepare for war. The specific reason is that only a few people know the confidential information until today, but it must be discussed publicly here so that everyone can understand the current situation. What you heard today will let you understand the real purpose of the Dosh Khaleen."

"About a month ago, we captured two bandits under Drogo's command at the Valanna River. From them, we learned that the war between us and Drogo's tribe was provoked by the Dosh Khaleen. They don't want the Dothraki people's ancient prophecy of the horse riding the world to appear in the world, and they don't want the Dothraki country to be unified."

"Because in this way, the Dothraki will bleed dry in the fight between each other, and the Dosh Khaleen can continue to manipulate the weak us to maintain their supreme position."

Everyone listened to Mongol's clear voice describing the involvement between the Dosh Khaleen and power. Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and anger.

Then, he described in detail how Dosh Khaleen sent eunuchs to collude with other khals and used blood magic to help Drogo track down the enemy.

After saying this, Mungo paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and said indignantly:

"Everyone, Dosh Khaleen has forgotten how they survived after their husbands died. It was the common agreement of all Dothraki people that gave them the honor of continuing to survive, but they did not know how to cherish it and wanted to destroy the future of the Dothraki people by any means."

"It may seem like a coincidence that we are gathered here at this critical moment, but everything is not so simple."

"They openly use disgusting blood magic in the holy city, which is undoubtedly a defilement of the Holy Mother Mountain. Our attack on them is the anger of the gods and the punishment given to them by the gods."

Hearing this, the eyes of the Dothraki present were all flashing with uncontrollable anger, and their teeth were clenched, like a group of enraged wild horses.

Hasha, who had become the head of a thousand households, stood up suddenly, even knocking over his chair. He bowed to Mungo in accordance with etiquette and said viciously:

"Hasha awaits Kao's orders."

The others also stood up from their seats immediately and said in unison:

"Await Kao's orders."

Mungo's eyes flashed with light. He took off the scimitar from his waist, placed it on the table in front of him, and shouted loudly:

"This is why you were summoned to me today, descendants of the horse god. A new era has begun. The horse riding the world has appeared. We are about to face a war. I will carry this scimitar and lead the army to the holy city in person."

"Pass my order, the army will set off tomorrow."