After Tyrion left, Drogo announced.

"In order to be just in case and avoid being used as a wildfire by Philip Ford, our army was divided into three camps. Mossot stationed one army two leagues on the left, Hero stationed one two leagues on the right, and the center army was stationed by

I'm in charge, okay, it's getting late, you can step back."

"yes."

Everyone left their seats, saluted him, and walked out of the tent.

Drogo called his maid in and brought him some food and strong drink. He couldn't sleep because he was worried about Dany's safety.

After all, he had an affair with the mermaid Hai Xi, and now the sea is the most dangerous place for him.

After a Dothraki maid brought the wine and food, she stood aside with a look of admiration and acted accordingly. When Drogo's wine glass was empty, she would fill it up.

Moreover, her body deliberately rubbed Kaa's elbow, which was an obvious hint.

But in exchange, Drogo was angry: "Get out of here, don't stay here."

The maid who thought she could relieve His Majesty's loneliness hurriedly ran away.

It's not that Drogo is averse to sex, but that he has had enough of Daenerys's disappointment. There is no airtight wall in the world, and he doesn't want anything involving philandering to reach his wife's ears.

After all, Missandei gave birth to a daughter for him, and Daenerys left him.

Although the apparent reason for his wife leaving him was to rejuvenate the dragon, Drogo knew that she was just avoiding it and did not want to be sad in front of him.

After all, there is no wife who is in a hurry to leave just one night when we meet again after separation in life and death.

The big tent in the wilderness seemed very empty to a lonely man eating late at night.

Long shadows fell on the tent, and one candle was extinguished quietly, leaving only three candles.

Drogo sat silently, staring at the wine glass in front of him, the wine on his lips was tasteless and sour.

Drinking, drinking, Drogo, who was physically and mentally exhausted, lay on the desk and fell asleep unconsciously.

The next day, it was not until the noisy neighing of horses and the sound of the army gathering outside the tent that Kaa woke up in a daze.

He took a closer look and found that the leftovers on the desk had been replaced by a sumptuous breakfast.

There was bacon-wrapped trout, turnips, a salad of red fennel and beets, peas, onions and warm bread.

There is no doubt that it was brought by the little girl who was planning to seduce and seduce him last night.

I shouldn't blame her, Drogo thought, she doesn't know.

She didn't know my pain at all, and she didn't even know that no one could replace Dani's place in my heart.

When he was full and the sound of horse hooves faded away, Drogo knew that Tyrion Lannister had set off.

From the beginning to the end, he did not go out of the tent to see off the little devil and cheer him up. He knew that the dwarf could do it.

That guy has a vicious mouth, but he is a man.

A demon who needs the help of him for revenge, so no matter how much the dwarf does, Drogo still thinks it is appropriate and natural.

"A big war is coming. I'd better sleep a little longer if I can."

Thinking about it, Drogo, who was sore all over, climbed into bed.

In his confusion, he heard the sound of someone clearing away the dishes.

"Come here, I know you like it."

When the maid heard about it, her daughter Qiao trembled violently and walked over with a happy face.

After smelling the girl's fragrance, Drogo reached out and grabbed her, and pulled her up arbitrarily.

After a while, the originally very happy girl Pear Blossom ran out of the tent with rain in her eyes.

Now she understands that no matter how much she sacrifices, she is just a beast in Kaa's eyes.

A beast that is never allowed to have children.

In order to be recognized by Philip Ford, who only had one eye, Tyrion chose to be honest and wore only a suit of armor and a shield to prevent him from being shot by bows and arrows.

The others followed Drogo's instructions and put on the traditional Dornish robes to hide from the sun. They also put on all kinds of veils they could find on their faces, wrapping themselves tightly.

As a result, the Dothraki, who had always been wearing simple clothes, suddenly transformed into business travelers deep in the central desert.

The little devil led them to ride through the birch forest and up to a steep sandstone slope.

Romo warned him from the top of the mountain: "Prime Minister, we cannot get too close to the enemy."

Tyrion reined in his horse and looked at the king's army across the field on the wall of Nightsong.

He said without any nervousness: "No, the closer we get to them, the less wary they will be. Being cautious will only make them suspect that their trump card has been exposed."

"Those who are afraid of death will go back, those who are not afraid of death will follow!"

As he spoke, he whipped the horse's buttocks, and the black horse he sat on rushed towards the flat outside of Night Song City like a gust of wind.

"Humph! He's not tall, but he's very arrogant!"

Ramona, whose hands were stained with blood, fell behind and chased after him.

"Definitely..."

A cavalry of five hundred people is definitely a powerful force for Yege City, which has few guards.

Woooooooooooooo...

They blew the warning horn.

Then, Tyrion saw several archers swarming up the city wall, drawing their bows and preparing arrows.

If Dayou takes one step closer, he will shoot him into a hedgehog.

The little devil quickly reined in his horse and led the braided warriors behind him to shout in unison: "We are here to declare a challenge, and you have the choice to fight or not to fight, to surrender or to resist!"

Lord One-Eye of Nightsong City looked at the strange cavalry below and asked the guard captain beside him: "Suwen Drogo's khalasar are the strongest cavalry, but their outfits really affect the battle!"

The guard captain shook his head and said: "No, Dothraki generally wear breeches and painted leather vests. They just imitate the clothing of the Dornish people. In my opinion, they are just as arrogant as the rumors say!"

Philip Ford showed sullenness and said in a serious tone: "What do you say? Can we defeat this army led by my old dwarf friend?"

The guard captain replied: "Easy."

Sir One-Eyed added: "But the prerequisite is to release the Green Demon, but with just five hundred people, it's not worth wasting the demon's power!"

He regretted that if Tywin Lannister had given him two more cans of wildfire, he would have gotten rid of that annoying dwarf immediately.

However, he only had three cans in his hand, and he knew very well that if a wildfire was ignited at this time, Yege City would be destroyed today.

As for going out of the city to take the initiative to attack, they can't catch them all at once, because this morning his scouts saw Drogo's army divided into three groups.

The captain of the defense felt guilty. He was afraid that the one-eyed lord would take a gamble and throw out his life-saving trump card in advance.

He suggested: "Let's listen to what those arrogant guys have to say? They will all be dead sooner or later anyway."

Philip Ford nodded, poked his head out of the wall and said hello.

"Oh, my respected Prime Minister turned out to be the leading hound of the Dothraki people. It really surprises me!"

Tyrion is not a good-tempered person, and he immediately responded loudly: "If I had known at that time, I would have told the honorable Lord Tywin Lannister that you were my accomplice, and we poisoned Joffrey together.

·Baratheon."

Feeling that all the eyes on the city road were focused on him, Philip Ford shouted angrily: "Damn dwarf, don't talk nonsense. It was obviously you who poured the wine for King Joffrey yourself, everyone saw it!"

He was just a villain who gained power temporarily. Tyrion felt that Sir One-Eyed would never be able to rise to the top and could only stay in such a small city-state and dominate.

"Don't be nervous. Once you are exposed, the king will not want you. I, Tyrion, want you. You can be my charging hound. It's very impressive. I forgot to tell you that now I am the Prime Minister under the Dragon King!"

Philip Ford murmured in disbelief: "You, the Prime Minister!"

In his mind, the Stormlands were the only major force that could compete with the King, and the little devil actually got the job of Hand of the King.

As if afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Tyrion turned around and shouted: "Tell that blind dog who I am?"

The braided warriors responded in unison: "You are our Prime Minister!"

"Damn dwarf, what a blessing!"
Chapter completed!