Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 224 Khal Drogo
As time passed, the sun gradually set, like a tired painter, lazily spreading a touch of orange-red paint across the sky, dyeing the entire sky a brilliant yet slightly tragic color.

On the distant horizon, a cloud of dust rose up, and in the dust, the figures of the Dothraki were looming. Gradually, the huge cavalry group that stretched as far as the eye could see appeared clearly in front of everyone.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, resounding through the sky, and each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts. The dust raised by the horse hooves was like a raging sandstorm, approaching Gavin's army with overwhelming force.

Gavin stood quietly on the makeshift platform, his eyes fixed on the approaching cavalry. His brows furrowed unconsciously, and a trace of worry welled up in his heart.

The situation before him was much more difficult than he had imagined.

It’s not that he lacks confidence in winning this battle, but it’s as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to accurately find Drogo in such a huge crowd.

According to the Dothraki tradition, Drogo would certainly charge into battle with his roaring warriors. These Dothraki were all bare-chested, and except for the arakhs on their waists, they disdained even spears. From a distance, they were almost indistinguishable, like a surging ocean, with every wave so similar that it was difficult to distinguish.

The idea of ​​riding a dragon into the sky also flashed through Gavin's mind. After all, in the air, the view would be extremely wide, and it would be much easier to find Drogo.

However, the deterrent power of the Blazing Shadow is too strong now. Once it takes off, it is likely to scare Drogo away. If Drogo hides himself in the crowd and takes the opportunity to escape, the situation will become extremely troublesome.

Even with Scorching Shadow here, he was not completely sure that he could keep all the Dothraki here.

Gavin knew very well that if he let Drogo escape, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains, which would cause endless troubles in the future.

The Dothraki cavalry group came to an abrupt halt, like a surging black tide, quite a distance away from Gawain's army.

Then, three cavalrymen rushed out from the huge crowd like arrows and galloped towards Gavin's army.

Gavin stood quietly on the platform, his eyes fixed on the three approaching cavalrymen.

This was undoubtedly a messenger sent by Drogo. After all, Gavin appeared very suddenly this time, and he had never had any contact with Drogo before. They were neither friends nor enemies. Drogo would definitely be puzzled about his purpose.

There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Gavin's eyes. He turned his head slightly and gave orders to the Blood Dragon Guards behind him.

The Blood Dragon Guards jumped out of the formation as quickly as cheetahs and rushed towards the three messengers.

When the three Dothraki messengers saw the Blood Dragon Guards rushing towards them, they immediately became alert and couldn't help but hold their arakhs in their hands.

However, before they could react, the Blood Dragon Guards rushed in front of them like a whirlwind.

The Blood Dragon Guards moved quickly, their swords flashing cold light in the air, and in an instant, three heads left their bodies. Blood gushed out like a fountain, looking particularly miserable under the setting sun.

Gavin watched all this expressionlessly, then he waved his hand coldly, and the Blood Dragon Guards tossed the messenger's heads high up as if they were playing a game, and then threw them back into the Dothraki crowd in a humiliating manner like throwing away garbage.

The three heads rolled in the air, and there was an uproar among the Dothraki crowd.

Angry shouts and curses were heard one after another, and the neat cavalry formation also showed a hint of disorder. Some Dothraki warriors had rage in their eyes, and they tightly grasped their scimitars, wishing to rush forward and tear Gavin and his army into pieces.

Khal Drogo, riding on his warhorse, also saw all this, his eyes burning with anger. He gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. "How dare that ignorant fellow humiliate me like this!" he roared, his voice echoing across the grassland like thunder. His long braid swayed violently in the wind, and the bells on the braid made a rapid and chaotic sound, as if accompanying his anger.

The bloodriders Qotho, Haggo, and Coholro were equally furious.

Koso's eyes widened and bloodshot, he waved the arakh in his hand and shouted: "Blood of my blood, we will make them pay the price!"

Hago gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twisted with anger, his hand never left the scimitar at his waist, ready to rush at the enemy at any time. Cohollo's face was terribly gloomy, he stared ahead, his eyes revealing a cold murderous intent, "We will chop off their heads and hang them in front of our tent!"

The entire Dothraki army was infected by the anger of Drogo and his bloodriders. Forty thousand roaring warriors roared and shook the earth. They brandished their weapons and their horses' hooves kept pawing the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The air was filled with tension and anger, and a bloody battle was about to break out.

Gawain stood on the dais, watching the reaction of the Dothraki crowd grimly.

Jalal, who was standing nearby, witnessed the Dothraki's reaction and instantly understood how Gavin was humiliating the other party.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that His Majesty's move was truly cruel.

Beheading the enemy's envoy in front of the Dothraki army is undoubtedly the biggest provocation to them.

Given the hot tempers of the Dothraki, if Drogo didn't take revenge today, he might not even be able to keep his position as khal.

This kind of humiliation is absolutely unbearable for the Dothraki, and they will inevitably take the initiative to attack.

Just as Jalal was thinking, a thunderous shout broke out from the Dothraki crowd. The sound was just a few sporadic roars at first, and then quickly gathered into a wave of overwhelming sound, getting louder and louder, as if it was going to tear the sky apart. Inspired by the shouts, countless cavalrymen began to charge like a surging tide.

The sound of horses' hooves roared like thunder, and the ground shook violently under the trampling of horses' hooves. The Dothraki cavalry waved their arakhs, their eyes full of anger and murderous intent. The dust raised behind them formed a huge cloud of dust, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was a symbol of their anger.

Jalal's heart tightened. He knew that this brutal battle was about to begin. As the sound of Dothraki horses' hooves got closer and closer, rumbling on the ground like thunder, Grey Worm slowly raised his spear high and shouted loudly: "Unsullied, hold your ground!"

"Raise your spears and raise your shields for defense." Many Unsullied officers shouted orders.

The Unsullied heard the order and quickly raised their spears in unison. Their movements were as precise as machines, and every move seemed to have been rigorously trained countless times.

They were all dressed in black armor, which shone with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, as if it was the cloak of the god of death. Each piece of armor fit tightly together without any gaps, just like their close-knit team spirit.

Their eyes were cold, without the slightest fear, as if the Dothraki before them were just a group of vulnerable ants.

At the same time, Kael led two thousand archers of the Second Legion to the right position before the Dothraki charged.

They bent their bows and drew their arrows. Every archer had a serious expression, and beads of sweat on their foreheads sparkled in the sunlight, which was proof of their nervousness and concentration.

When the Dothraki entered the range, Kael's eyes suddenly became sharp. He took a deep breath and shouted: "Shoot!"

His voice was like a sharp arrow piercing the sky, instantly breaking the brief silence on the battlefield. Two thousand arrows flew into the sky like raindrops, shining silver in the sunlight, like a shining meteor shower.

The arrows drew graceful arcs in the air and then rained down on the Dothraki, with the feathers whistling softly in the air, like the whisper of death.

The Dothraki had no armor to protect them. Under the rain of arrows, many of them fell off their horses and were trampled mercilessly by the cavalrymen behind them. They screamed in pain, and their bodies were instantly trampled into a bloody mess by the horses' hooves. Some horses fell to the ground and died, crushing their riders under them. The riders were unable to move and could only watch themselves being trampled by the cavalrymen behind them, and their lives disappeared under the horses' hooves.

However, the casualties did not slow down their charge, but instead aroused their anger and murderous intent, like enraged beasts, who, even in the face of the threat of death, still rushed forward recklessly and quickly drew their bows and shot arrows on horseback, counterattacking the Unsullied Legion and the Second Legion.

Since the Dothraki horse bows were less powerful, except for some arrows that accidentally hit the weak points of the armor, the rest of the arrows were blocked by the black armor of the Unsullied Legion. The arrows that hit the armor only left some shallow marks on the armor, like the slight ripples left by the breeze blowing across the calm lake, and did not cause any substantial damage to the Unsullied.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and the Dothraki cavalry crashed into the Unsullied army like a surging tide.

When the cavalry collided with the legion, a deafening roar erupted, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

With the powerful impact of the horses, some Dothraki cavalry successfully broke through the first line of defense of the Unsullied Legion. The Dothraki cavalry leaned forward, and the arakh scimitars in their hands made a sharp sound, slashing at the Unsullied fiercely. The Unsullied reacted quickly and immediately blocked with their shields. The shields and scimitars collided violently, making a dull sound, as if a heavy war drum was being struck.

At the same time, some of the Dothraki cavalry relied on their agility to jump high, trying to break through the tight spear formation above. They waved their scimitars vigorously in the air, trying to cut off the spears or cleverly avoid the spears. The Unsullied kept their formation tightly, and the spearmen were quick to adjust the angle quickly, pointing their spears accurately at the enemies in the air. The spears and scimitars collided again, making a sharp sound, like a sharp arrow piercing the sky. In this fierce confrontation, some Dothraki were unfortunately stabbed by spears, their bodies twisted in pain in the air, and blood spurted out from the wounds like a fountain, falling on the battlefield like red raindrops.

The Roaring Warriors who were lucky enough to rush into the battle formation, relying on the unique advantage of the Arak scimitar in close combat, were also ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Unsullied. As more and more cavalry rushed into the battle formation, the two sides fell into a melee. The archers in the rear had to stop throwing arrows, and drew their weapons and joined the fierce battle. For a moment, the entire battlefield was completely plunged into a chaotic state of fighting, and blood splattered like blooming blood flowers, quickly dyeing the earth red.

With the protection of their armor, the Unsullied managed to keep their formation intact in this close combat, making it impossible for the Dothraki to break through.

Gavin stood on the platform, looking at the chaotic battlefield, but he could not find Drogo. Judging from the fact that the enemy did not leave any reserve troops in the charge, it meant that Khal Drogo must be among them.

As soon as Gavin thought about it, the Blood Dragon Guards quickly divided into three teams and rushed into the melee battlefield like a black whirlwind.

The long swords in their hands swung, bringing up black light and shadows, as if the scythe of the god of death was ruthlessly harvesting lives. Every swing of the sword could cleanly cut off the enemy in front of them.

The unarmored Dothraki fell before them like fragile sheep.

Soon, the Blood Dragon Guards tore several holes in the Dothraki army, and these holes continued to expand.

Gavin's plan was successful, and the outstanding performance of the Blood Dragon Guard successfully attracted the attention of Khal Drogo.

Khal Drogo was furious when he saw the Blood Dragon Guards easily suppressing his warriors in the crowd. He held the reins tightly and drove his horse towards the Blood Dragon Guards like an arrow.

"Blood of my blood, follow me!" Drogo roared, his voice echoing across the battlefield like thunder. His bloodriders responded immediately, following closely behind him without hesitation.

At this time, the fighting on the battlefield became more intense. When the Dothraki saw Drogo personally rushing towards the Blood Dragon Guard, their morale was boosted, and they attacked the Unsullied Army more frantically, like a flame ignited. The Unsullied Army resisted tenaciously. Although their formation was shaken a little by the enemy's attack, it was still like a solid fortress that was not broken.

The Blood Dragon Guards met Khal Drogo and his bloodriders, and a life-and-death struggle ensued. Khal Drogo was worthy of being the Horse King, and his strength was indeed extraordinary.

Even a powerful warrior like a high-level Blood Dragon Guard was easily suppressed by him. After only five or six moves, a high-level Blood Dragon Guard was beheaded by Drogo.

His Blood Guards were also very powerful, and the Blood Dragon Guards that confronted them were quickly defeated.

"Khal Drogo!"

"Khal Drogo!"

When the Dothraki cavalry saw the bravery of their khal, their morale was boosted and they shouted his name, and their voices echoed throughout the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)