At night, a Stormwind Kingdom official walked lightly down a wide corridor, and a night lamp hung from the wall of the corridor, illuminating the surrounding exquisite ornaments, elegant paintings, ornate swords, and mysterious stone statues, but these things obviously did not attract the slightest attention.

I saw that the official lowered his head slightly, passed by a group of unsullied ones who stood silently, and finally came to the destination he was heading to: the gate of the king's dormitory of the Stormwind Kingdom.

The king's attendant at the door clearly knew the officer from Meereen, and after bowing quietly, he stretched out his hand and held it on the doorknob, and gently pulled the door open.

The candles were dancing in the room, maintaining a quiet atmosphere, and the Storm King was sitting on a white bearskin chair with his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

The official walked into the room in small steps, and at first sight saw the king who was sitting in his seat not far away, and first looked at His Majesty the king, who was closing his eyes and recuperating with awe, and hesitated slightly, as if he was debating whether to clean the king's rest at this time, and lingered for a while, until fine beads of sweat came out of his forehead.

Finally, he made up his mind, lowered his body, and cautiously said to Ma Shen: "Your Majesty." ”

"Hmm. Ma Shen snorted with his eyes closed, his body maintaining a lazy posture unchanged, "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, the statistics are out, and there are 963 Dothraki captives who intend to convince you. ”

Hearing this, Ma Shen's expression finally changed, and he no longer looked lazy with his eyes closed: "What about the rest?"

As he spoke, Ma Shen slowly stood up while propping up the chair handle.

Facing the Storm King's direct gaze, the official lowered his head in some panic, not knowing how to reply.

After a moment of silence, Ma Shen's red-robed official waved his hand: "Ask the physician to heal the submittable Dothraki, as for those who are unwilling to obey... Sacrifice the banner and let the submittable Dothraki do it. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Upon hearing the order, the officer breathed a sigh of relief, saluted and respectfully retreated outside the door, where he would pass the Stormwind King's orders to the soldiers.

The official walked backwards away from the door, and then the door slowly closed with the strength of the two attendants outside the door, leaving only the Storm King alone.

It seems that the "performance" during the day not only shocked those Dothraki captives, but also shocked many of his own people, recalling the fiery eyes of those guards along the way, Ma Shen looked at the door and thought subconsciously.

It seems that this "performance" is indeed worth the price, but the disadvantage is that he is too tired, and Ma Shen leaned back in the chair again tiredly.

Although the Doskak people couldn't stop him, it took him an hour of hard work to finally knock the captives to the ground, even if most of them were obediently lying on his own.

Ma Shen knows very well that he is not like Daenerys, he has not been the "wife" of the strongest Kao.

Of course.... He didn't intend to be Kao's wife, and he didn't expect to be recognized by Doshikarin.

Therefore, it is completely impossible to recover the Dothraki army through Huairou (magical) means like Daenerys, especially since he has just received a battle report that Doshikarin has been burned by the cavalry regiment.

Therefore, the royal way is not good, but can only be domineering, so that the Dothraki fear his force and submit to his deterrence.

This is also the reason why he flaunts his personal force in front of these Dothraki, in addition to being able to consolidate his rule and intimidate the enemy in a world where personal force is constantly admired, and the other purpose is to recruit more Dothraki by recruiting these captives.

Humans are totality animals and are easily driven by others.

The first person to surrender to the enemy is the most psychologically stressed, he will have a weak heart and doubt himself.

And then those who surrender will think that everyone else has surrendered, so I have to surrender as a last resort.

With the help of force and the traitors leading the way, why not let yourself have one more cavalry to deter the Dothraki steppe.

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The scorching sun hung in the blue sky, and there was not a single cloud for thousands of miles.

A few Dothraki were running and running on a forest path on their horses, and suddenly, the Dothraki in the lead was a little alert, and felt that something was not right.

It was too quiet, and the warrior's instinct made him pull the reins hard.

But it was too late.

Several feathered arrows came out of the nearby grass, like lightning, and struck him in the chest and throat, and the horse under his seat inevitably fell to his knees with a wail.

"There are enemies! There are enemies!" (Dothraki)

The knight in front was found to have fallen from his horse, and the four Dothraki in the back pulled the horse's head in a panic.

But they saw more arrows coming from all directions nearby, and the arrows hit their bodies, killing them in one fell swoop.

One of the surviving horses was immediately frightened when he saw his master being shot down, and ran away in horror to the other side.

After a while, after a lot of rustling movement, a few mercenaries wearing straw hats and disguises came out of the grass, and they pulled the dead corpses and the corpses of the war horses into the grass, and covered the blood on the ground, so that nothing seemed to have happened outside the grass.

A few minutes later, several more Dothraki arrived, and they were beating their horses past, when suddenly the horses below neighed. It turned out that the war horse smelled horse blood.

With the sound of horses, a rain of arrows flew and shot them to the ground.

A Dothraki man was quick to react, he fell last, and when he saw the feathered arrow coming, he turned and fled. But his horse was still hit by an arrow in the buttocks, which made his horse run faster in pain.

Behind, a few more feathered arrows flew out, but they did not catch up with him.

Just as he was feeling lucky, suddenly, two double-headed meteor hammers flew out of the woods, directly entangled all four legs of the horse, and the war horse fell into the dust at once.

At this moment, a tall mercenary sprang out of the woods, and with an axe, he cut off the head of the warhorse.

Although the Dothraki were thrown out of their horses, they did not die, but because of their broken legs and feet, they had no combat effectiveness, and they could only watch their horses being hacked to death, and their eyes were split.

But immediately, out of the woods came another slender mercenary, holding a short knife in his left hand, and when he saw him, he smiled "hehe", raised the hilt of the knife and knocked him on the door of the head, knocking him unconscious to the ground at once.

Half an hour later.

The leader of the group of mercenaries, a ranger with a bow and arrow, hurried out of the jungle.

"Go back and report to the Stormwind King, these mongrels know about the fall of their holy city of Doshikarin, so they are divided, some wanting to go back to protect their tribe and others wanting revenge. ”