At this moment, they were blowing the night breeze, smelling the stench in the air, and using the corpses of Dothraki and war horses as roadblocks.

And dig some holes in the ground that are only the thickness of an ordinary arm...no, a bit thicker than an arm, maybe only the size of a horse's calf.

what...

The young Andal man whose hair was tossed by the wind stood on the ground outside the city of Ge Dohe. There were more soldiers around him doing the same job, that is, digging holes in the ground.

He felt that he had vaguely understood the reason for this order from His Majesty the King.

And at this moment.

Step on Step...

A faint sound of horseshoes sounded, coming from far and near.

Mil's ears moved slightly, as if he heard something, and then raised his head first. It is worthy of being an old oilman who has survived several deaths on the battlefield. Vigilance is always the first place.

far away.

Above a dark wilderness, through the faint moonlight, the young Andaloth soldier could vaguely see that two Dothrakis riding on war horses were approaching quickly.

"who!"

The Andalus soldiers who were digging nearby also found each other at this moment. They immediately became alert, put down the shovel pick in their hands and drew out the short swords at their waists.

"Stop!"

But the soldiers in Andalus were taken aback when they were very nervous.

Under the faint moonlight, they saw the other two Dothrakis who couldn't see their faces suddenly and disappeared from their eyes.

"Um?"

"Where did people go?"

Mil scratched his head slightly, he suspected that he was dazzled, how could the two big living people suddenly disappear, but he turned his head and looked at the brothers around him, and found that they seemed to be also a little confused.

However, they heard the painful neigh of the war horse and the noise that they couldn't understand. It didn't sound like a good thing, it seemed to be cursing something.

Some special conditions suddenly appeared on this side, and soon, they attracted the soldiers holding torches in the back.

"Torch!"

Mil supported the helmet on his head, and then took the torch from the hands of others. A group of Andalus soldiers drew out their swords and cautiously surrounded the place where the sound was made.

Then he walked closer and found that two horses with broken legs and wounded were lying on the ground and making painful neighs.

And the owner who carried them on their backs was sturdy and smashed. At this moment, two Dothrakis with braids were sitting on the ground and rubbing their heads.

"It really is a Dothraki!"

The faces of Andaloth's soldiers were instantly full of anger and hatred. During the fierce battle during the day, I don't know how many Roboze brothers died in the hands of the Dothraki.

And among them, there are Andals and Loina, and the Andals are better, because they are far away and hardly suffer from Dothraki attacks.

However, the village of the Loyna is closer to Da Caohai, and many Loyna have been attacked by these barbarians.

Even if the daytime fight is eliminated, there is a deep hatred in itself, and the soldiers of Andaloth have red eyes in an instant.

"It seems that they are here to spy on intelligence!"

"Kill them!"

A group of Andalus soldiers drew out the short swords around their waists and immediately jumped on to kill the two Dothrack spies.

Among the two Dothrakis, Koso, the blood ally guard of Drogokao, had just been thrown to a halt, and his brain was still a little dizzy.

He just rode a war horse and hummed a song, but suddenly he fell into a pit.

Who can react to this?

Don't say it's him, even Zhuo Gokao has to fall a dog to eat.

Before Kosso could fully react, they were surrounded by a group of Andaloth with torches and weapons.

Although he didn't understand what the other party was whispering, Koso was not a fool, so he didn't seem to be saying any good things in his mouth because of his excited appearance.

Immediately after this group of 'lambs' have red eyes, and they seem to want to pounce on them and chew them alive.

Although Corso was a little groggy from the fall, he also hit a sharp spirit at this moment, and quickly got up from the ground, drew the scimitar from his waist, and put on a look of resistance to the death.

but.

Just as a conflict between the two sides was about to erupt, another Dothraki who Koso had brought with him suddenly spoke in crappy Westeros.

"Hey, stop!"

"We are the messengers of Zogokao, take us to see you..."

The lingua franca of this Dothraki sounded a little awkward, but the Andalus soldiers present still understood it.

And the other party didn't seem to know Andaloth very well, and he didn't know how to call Andaloth's master.

"Take me to see you... the Governor."

In the end, the Dothraki blushed with a thick neck and finally understood what he believed to be the correct name.

However, even though the soldiers of Andaloth stopped their hands when they heard that the other party was the messenger, they couldn't help but look at each other when they heard that the other party was looking for the Governor of Andaloth~www.mtlnovel.com~The Governor? "

"Where is the governor from here?"

But fortunately, Mill understood what the other person said, and at this moment took the initiative to stand up and help the Dothraki translator.

"All right."

"It seems that these two envoys are here to negotiate with our King."

The misunderstanding is truly resolved.

Then, Mill took the two Dothraki messengers back to Ge Dohe's camp.

Just after experiencing a false alarm, Dothraki's translation was okay. After all, he could barely understand what these Andals and Roina said, and the mental pressure was not that great.

On the other hand, Zogokao's blood ally guard Corso is very tense, like a frightened cat, watching the surrounding vigilantly throughout the whole process, and will alertly place his hand on the handle of the knife at his waist when there is a slight movement. .

After that, not much time passed, two Dothraki messengers were taken into Viselis' camp.

The night is almost deep.

But the little king hasn't rested yet, and his spirit is much stronger than the others.

There is half a burning white wax on the tabletop.

At this moment, he was looking at the marching map on the table in his camp, thinking about the strategy to break the enemy, and on the surface, Viselis seemed to be staring at the map in a daze.

And at this moment.

The guard who was guarding outside the tent walked in and whispered a few words in Visiris's ear.

"Um?"

The little king raised his head slightly, his lavender eyes gleaming.

then lowered his head to look at the map on the desktop, pondered for a while and finally nodded.

"Let them come in."