Chapter 2 Meng Kao

Author: Jiewu

Chapter 2 Meng Kao

The grassland is trembling.

Khal's men mounted their horses and were on alert, staring closely at the grassy hills in the east.

Meng Ge took the lead in crossing the grassy hill on his fiery red horse, with his four hooves tumbling and his long mane flying, followed by the roar of the war horses. A group of Dothraki cavalry surged out of the grassy hill, as unstoppable as a black wave.

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This Kas looks no different from other Dothraki. They are unruly and wild. They make sharp roars one after another, as if they are driving away wild beasts and intimidating the enemy. They look at their opponents like they are looking at prey.

He only occasionally looked at Mongkokou with eyes filled with enthusiasm.

They galloped to a place a hundred steps away from the camp, reined in their horses, and stopped their progress, displaying their superb riding skills to the fullest.

In front of the camp, Khal Drekko calmly mounted the war horse brought by the bloodriders. Before Meng Ge's Kas even stepped into the meadow, he was already discovered by the tribe's patrolling scouts.

The Dothraki are rough and savage, but their military capabilities are not lagging behind those of this world. When the tribe moves, there must be scouts patrolling the front, responsible for searching for traces of prey and enemies. At the same time, there will be roaring warriors guarding the two wings, and there will also be a Ka

Si is responsible for being the queen of the tribe.

At the same time, the Dothraki will not loot during the battle. After the battle, there will be "Jakarang" holding a giant ax to cut off the heads from the dead and dying people, and after them, a group of little girls will cut off the heads from the dead and dying people.

Collect arrows from the corpse for later use.

The boundless sky is filled with the fiery red glow of the setting sun, and the stars will turn into flaming horses to welcome the warriors who return to the sky.

Meng Ge leaned against the east and faced the afterglow, riding against Khal Drekko and his bloodriders. The light of the sun and stars crossed the grassland, lengthening the long figures of several people.

The bloodrider guard wanted to ride forward and kill the challenger first, but was stopped by Khal Zeke.

He pulled out the arakh scimitar hanging on the horse's back, a sharp light burst out from his fierce pupils, and spoke with thunderous anger in his chest and a voice as strong as a rock:

"Mengko, I will let them burn your body and give you the glory you deserve."

"Kaa." Mengge put away his little guilt and concentrated, "A Kaa who has a fearful heart is no longer a real Kaa."

"Now I will dump your body in the red wasteland, and the rain will beat down on your rotting skin until nothing remains."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheke Kao clamped his legs tightly on the horse's belly, gathered strength, raised his arakh, and charged forward with his horse.

All the fear towards Horse King Drogo turned into anger and unwillingness, and the blood in his chest began to boil again.

Facing the setting sun, Mengge squinted his eyes and carefully observed the posture of Dzeko Kao. In fact, with his strength, he could defeat the opponent with a crushing posture, but he had a reason to do so.

Sixty steps later, the next moment, he suddenly urged the fiery red horse to rush forward like an arrow from the string and galloping flames.

The two riders passed by each other, and Kao's scimitar cut through a sharp arc and struck Meng Ge's slightly leaning back body.

The feeling from the scimitar was like cutting across a solid rock.

This is, in legend.

Before Zheke Kao could figure it out, a huge force lifted him off his horse, and then the weapon that appeared in his eyes looked like a branch.

Poof, blood splattered everywhere.

There was a bloody hole in Dzeko's throat, and his whole body was like a rag doll, falling heavily on the grass.

Blood continued to spurt out of his mouth, and one last thought flashed through Dzeko's mind.

The legend in the tribe is true.

So many Xikalin’s prophecies——

His horse is as swift as the wind, and his tribes behind him cover the entire land, countless, and the arakh in his hand is as sharp as miscanthus. He will be as powerful as the storm, and his enemies will only tremble before him.

His wife will shed tears of grief and mourn. The bells in his bun will sing his coming, the "milkmen" who live in the stone tents will fear his name, and the world will bow under his horse's hooves.

It turns out that the person I should be afraid of and avoid is not Khal Drogo, but...

Unfortunately, there is no chance for a do-over in life.

After a while, the last afterglow shone on the meadow stained red with blood, elongating the figure of the last person.

Accompanied by the cheers and roars of the Dothraki, three more corpses appeared under the hooves of Mongo's horse, which were Dzeko's bloodriders.

According to ancient tradition, if Khal is killed in battle, the bloodriders should first avenge Khal and then follow him.

Now, no one will remember the death of Khal. The Dothraki will only follow the strong, and the Dothraki tribe will only cheer for the birth of a more powerful Khal.

"Kaa Mongol."

"Kaa Mongol."

Faced with Kass, who was watching eagerly behind Mengge, and the tribesmen who were cheering for him, the remaining three Kass bandits had no choice but to surrender.

Being able to decide Kaa with only four people dead is the most satisfactory result for Mengge. As for Dzeko's Karako, he doesn't care whether he lives or dies.

Later, Mengge asked the herbalist woman and eunuch to inspect the body, and asked the tribe to build a cremation pile.

Cremation is a traditional custom of the Dothraki people and is also the final destination of warriors.

It wasn't until the light of the moon and stars fell on the grassland that Mengge had time to live in the camp and concentrate on opening the light curtain that only he could see.

This light screen is just a display form, his real ability is the Noble Phantasm Fantasy.

The so-called Noble Phantasms are weapons based on human fantasy. Their strength and effectiveness are determined by the legends they have.

Meng Ge's ability is to imagine a precious phantom and create a series of story settings for it. Then he needs to complete the corresponding story settings and let others believe it. It will be passed down by word of mouth and spread into myths and legends.

The setting that is most recognized by humans will become the corresponding effectiveness and strength of the Noble Phantasm.

Looking at it carefully, the name and effectiveness of the Noble Phantasm are displayed on the light screen:

[A knight will not die with his bare hands]

[Effect: Any weapon that falls into your hands can be used proficiently. The hardness of the weapon is like steel. If the hardness of the weapon exceeds, the original hardness of the weapon will be retained. 】

Mongo has repeatedly used water-soaked linen and hardwood branches to knock down or kill his opponents in battles.

The previous strength was only when used skillfully, and was as hard as bronze. After killing Dzeko and his bloodriders with branches, the strength was enhanced again.

In the future, as the tribe expands, there will be no need to perform deliberately.

[Reins of the Riding Hero]

[Effect: Human and horse become one, can use magic, mythical species. 】

This world has magical species like dragons, and there may also be mythical species like sea monsters and griffins.

When Meng Ge first crossed over, he could only use the instinct of the Dothraki and his strong body to clamp the horse's belly to prevent him from falling off the horse and revealing his identity.

Until he greased a horse, wrapped himself in several layers of soaked linen in the dark night, mounted the horse, lit a flame, and galloped on the grassland.

The Dothraki believe in the stars in the sky and the horse god, and believe that the stars are herds of flaming horses galloping in the night sky. Now Menggo is the person blessed by the horse god and the sky stars, and can control the legendary flaming horse.

【Twelve Trials】

[Effect 1: The body is strengthened. The body is as hard as rock and can ignore all damage except fatal damage, whether it is physical damage or magical means. 】

[Effect 2: Physical rebirth, storage capacity: 0.]

[Effect 3: Resistance to known attacks.]

The twelve trials are the foundation of Meng Ge, which brings a stronger body.

His body was as hard as rock, so he could lean back slightly on horseback to avoid the blade of the arakh, and the remaining force could not leave any wounds on his body.

As long as it is not a fatal injury, the incision will only leave a scar and not a drop of blood will be shed. However, it cannot regenerate the severed limb.

He has become resistant to known attacks. He can now dance in flames and bathe in boiling water for a short period of time. Most poisons have no effect on him.

The story setting of this Noble Phantasm is that Meng Ge claims that he has been tested by the gods. Just like Hercules in the original Greek mythology, he completed twelve trials. After completing each trial, the gods will

Give yourself more blessings until you can live forever.

Hunting the white lion Heraka without injury is the first trial. It is this trial that activates the effectiveness of the Twelve Trials of the Noble Phantasm, giving him the capital to crush Dzeko.

After that, every time Mongo completes a trial, the upper limit of the resurrection storage will increase once.

By then, he will need to be killed twelve times before he is completely dead.

As the world's magic revives, the consumed amount of resurrection storage will be restored over time.

The next trial is to unify the Dothraki.
Chapter completed!