Chapter 98 Eastern Grassland

The Silver Sea is a huge inland sea in the north of Essos and the source of the Sarn River. Due to the weaker rainfall year by year, it has gradually shrunk into three large lakes on the prairie.

A bright moon was once again lifted up to the sky by the distant mountains, and its clear light fell on the earth. It was like a giant eye that never got tired, overlooking everything in the world.

The camp of the Mongol tribe, under the moonlight, stretched for hundreds of miles, spanning the ruins of the two cities of Ves Le Cosser and Ves Asgihakali in the Great Lakes Basin.

This place is rich in water and grass, very suitable for the army to station. Not only that, a large number of patrol cavalry will follow a river flowing north to the Fang Bay.

To the west of the bay is a peninsula surrounded by the sea on three sides, where is the Kingdom of Ober. The king of this small country offered a lot of grain to Mongol in order to protect himself, and the main task of these Dothraki cavalry is to protect the grain road.

The other scouts went east, searching the Great Lake Basin until they reached the vicinity of Vaes Dothrak.

This was the only route that the Dosh Khaleen could take from the Holy City without any terrain obstacles. Others, whether they went south or crossed the Mother Mountain and adopted a roundabout tactic, would eventually have to cross the Sarn River to raid the rear and wings of the camp.

Mongol annexed the tribes of the other two horse kings here, with a total population of more than 300,000. All the tribes built strongholds for defense, which was enough to deal with more enemy attacks.

At this time, unless the gods suddenly sent down a flood to make the three lakes converge into the Silver Sea again, he would have occupied an invincible position.

Ofer and Bas Porter are now both guards of the Khal Blood Guard, but everyone still likes to call them officers and maesters.

Since they arrived here, the two of them have often discussed the dangers they will encounter in the future, and have been looking for and reading some legends and ancient maps about Vaes Dothrak in Mongol's tent, where there are many precious materials brought out from Qohor.

Sometimes, Mengge would be with them, but most of the time he believed in the talents of the two and spent his time training the soldiers.

In the past few days, the central army of the blood guard of Kao put on armor during the whole army exercise. They swept the other thousand households with an unmatched posture.

Then, a big discussion about wearing armor is not a cowardly act, and defeat is incompetence was launched under the guidance of Kao.

This morning, Mengge summoned all the centurions and thousand-household leaders. The blood guard brought some large boxes. He ordered all the thousand-household leaders to wear armor in the war, and at the same time rewarded the remaining armor to the centurions who fought bravely.

Since then, wearing armor is no longer a cowardly act in the hearts of Mengge's people.

In fact, those warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles are the easiest to accept. No one understands the value of a set of armor that combines protection and flexibility better than them.

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Ves Dothraki, with the return of all the tribes, has long become chaotic, with drunken and riotous tribes everywhere.

Dosh Khaleen once predicted that such a day would eventually come, so the Holy City must be prepared to welcome all the children.

But when this moment really came, the old women just wanted to drive all the Dothraki out.

All the buildings in the Holy City were built by slaves captured by the Dothraki from other places. There were grass mansions as big as castles, crumbling wooden towers, and wooden halls with open roofs facing the sky. There were only a few stone tents with carved patterns and marble stepped pyramids.

Under the scorching sun of the long summer, these buildings that had been exposed to the wind and sun turned into flammable materials. A small drunken riot caused a fire that was enough to burn half of the city.

And the horse kings had already spent all their energy just to deal with these continuous disputes every day.

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The night was thick. In a corner of the holy city, a group of people were walking slowly on a remote path. Compared with the wide streets, this place seemed very desolate and lifeless.

However, they hoped to avoid many unfriendly eyes by taking this untraveled road. This empty city would not see Mongol's spies, because outsiders almost didn't know about this place except the old woman of Dosh Kallin.

The man walking in the center of the team was wearing a hood. From his clothes and exposed skin color, it can be seen that this man is also a Dothraki. He was surrounded by two rows of sharp-eyed guards.

Although these cavalrymen showed great respect for the hooded man, whether walking or staying, they would control him regardless of his wishes.

Silver stars crossed the inky sky one by one. Under the guidance of the cavalry, they came to a wooden temple.

When a gust of wind blew from the north, the man surrounded in the middle slowly took off his hood, revealing a face as pale as wormwood. It can be vaguely seen that he was Bono Ko, who was once under the command of the horse king Drogo.

Bono didn't want to recall in detail what he had experienced in the days since returning to the Holy City. Those things became as vague as waking up from a nightmare.

At first, he was lucky for him. Although he was locked in the dark and shouted until his voice was hoarse, at least he survived the enemy.

However, as time passed slowly, even when he didn't see the scorching sun, he felt like he was living in magma or sleeping in a thorn bush.

Every day at dawn, he would be awakened by the guards and eat a cold, stale meal as usual. In the afternoon, someone would ask him the same questions again and again. In the process, he would bite his nails off.

Bono threw away his hood and let the wind blow over his body, as if he had returned to this world again. He raised his head and looked at the hall in front of him.

The pale moonlight cast a deep black shadow on the huge building. Many pillars seemed to have been carved by human hands, but they still looked extremely resentful.

He did not ask the guards around him where he was. His eyes were red as if stained with blood, and he walked up the steps step by step.

In the dimly lit hall, the old women of Doshikalim were gathered there, and several other horse kings also followed in line. Bono noticed the leader Ogo Khal and the elderly Mosso Khal.

A young priestess stood up from the corner, walked to Bono's side, and introduced to everyone:

"Everyone, this is Bono, the son of Dahab. He risked his life and returned to the Holy City with an urgent mission to bring us information about Mungo."

Before Bono heard the priestess introduce himself, he directly used his father's name, without saying that he was a khor under Drogo.

This means that Dosh Khaleen admitted that after Drogo's death, he changed from a khor to a new khal, but can a khal with only a name but no followers still be considered a real khal?