At this moment, they were blowing the night wind, smelling the fishy smell in the air, and using the corpses of Dothraki and war horses as roadblocks.
And dig some holes in the ground that are only as thick as an ordinary arm... no, a little thicker than an arm, maybe only the size of a horse's calf.
Huh...
A young Andal man with messy wind-blown hair stood on the land outside the city of Ge Dohe. There were more soldiers with him around him who were doing the same job, which was to dig holes in the ground.
He felt as if he vaguely understood the reason for His Majesty the King's order.
And at this time.
Tap tap tap...
A faint sound of horse hooves sounded, approaching from far away.
Mir's ears twitched slightly as if he heard something, and then he raised his head first. As expected of an old man who had narrowly escaped death several times on the battlefield, vigilance always comes first.
distance.
In a pitch-black wilderness, the young Andalos soldier could vaguely see, through the faint moonlight, two suspected Dothraki riding horses approaching quickly.
"who!"
The Andalos soldiers who were digging holes nearby also noticed each other at this time. They immediately became alert, put down the spades and picks in their hands, and pulled out the daggers from their waists.
"stop!"
But when the soldiers in Andalos were frightened and became highly nervous.
Under the weak moonlight, they saw two Dothraki whose faces could not be seen clearly disappearing from their eyes suddenly.
"Um?"
"Where have people gone?"
Mir scratched his head slightly. He suspected that his eyesight was dazzled. How could the two living people suddenly disappear? However, he turned around and looked at the brothers around him, and found that they seemed to be also confused.
However, then they heard the painful neighing of the war horses and the incomprehensible noise of gurgling. It didn't sound like any good words, but like they were cursing something.
Some special situations suddenly occurred here, and soon they attracted soldiers holding torches from behind.
"Torch!"
Mir held up the helmet on 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 came from.
Then when he got closer, he discovered two war horses with broken legs and injuries lying on the ground, neighing in pain.
The master they were carrying on their backs was also smashed to pieces. At this moment, the two Dothraki with braids were sitting on the ground rubbing their heads.
"They are indeed Dothraki!"
The faces of the soldiers of Andalos were filled with anger and hatred instantly. In the fierce battle during the day, countless Boze brothers died at the hands of the Dothraki.
Moreover, there were Andals and Rhoynar among them. The Andals were better off because they were farther away and hardly suffered attacks from the Dothraki.
However, the Rhoynar villages are relatively close to the Sea of Grass, and many Rhoynar have been attacked by these barbarians.
Even excluding the fighting during the day, there was deep hatred and hatred, and the soldiers of Andalos turned red-eyed in an instant.
"It seems they are here to gather information!"
"Kill them!"
A group of Andalus soldiers pulled out the daggers from their waists and immediately rushed to kill the two Dothraki spies.
Among the two Dothraki, Khal Drogo's bloodrider Koso was also beaten to pieces just now, and his brain is still a little dizzy.
He had just been riding a war horse and humming a song, but unexpectedly he suddenly fell into a pit.
Who can react to this?
Not to mention him, even Khal Drogo would be eaten by a dog.
Before Corso could fully react, they were surrounded by a group of Andalos carrying torches and weapons.
Although he couldn't understand what the other party was mumbling, Ke Suo was not a fool, and judging from the excited look on his face, it didn't look like he was saying anything nice.
Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the 'lambs' turned red, and it looked like they wanted to pounce on them and eat them alive.
Although Kesuo was a little dazed after the fall, he was also shaken up at this moment. He quickly climbed up from the ground, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and put on a look of resisting to the death.
but.
Just when a conflict was about to break out between the two sides, another Dothraki led by Corso suddenly spoke in broken Westeros common tongue.
"Hey, stop!"
"We are the envoys of Khal Drogo, take us to see you..."
The common language of this Dothraki sounded a bit difficult to pronounce, but the Andalos soldiers present could still understand it.
The other party didn't seem to know much about Andalos, nor did he know how to address the master of Andalos.
"Take me to your...Governor."
In the end, the Dothraki suppressed his blushes and finally figured out what he thought was the correct title.
However, although the soldiers of Andalos stopped when they heard that the other party was a messenger, they couldn't help but look at each other in awe when they heard that the other party was looking for the governor of Andalos.
"Governor?"
"Where did we get the governor here?"
Fortunately, Mir understood what the other party said and took the initiative to step forward and translate for the Dothraki.
"alright."
"It seems that these two envoys are here to negotiate with our King."
Only then can the misunderstanding be truly resolved.
Afterwards, Mir took the two Dothraki envoys back to G. Doho's camp.
After just experiencing a false alarm, the Dothraki's translator was not bad. After all, he could barely understand what the Andals and Rhoynar were saying, and the mental pressure was not that great.
Khal Drogo's bloodrider, Koso, was highly nervous, like a frightened cat. He looked around vigilantly and would put his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist at the slightest sign of trouble.
.
Not long after that, two Dothraki envoys were brought into Viserys' camp.
The night is almost deep.
But the little king hasn't rested yet, and his spirit is far stronger than the others.
There is half a stick of burning white wax on the table.
At this moment, he was in his tent looking at the march map on the table and thinking about strategies to defeat the enemy. On the surface, it seemed that Viserys was looking at the map in a daze.
And at this time.
The guard guarding the tent came in and whispered something into Viserys' ear.
"Um?"
The little king raised his head slightly, his lavender eyes sparkling with light.
Then he lowered his head and looked at the map on the table, pondered for a while and finally nodded.