Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 225 Death of the Horse King
Just as Drogo excitedly raised the head of the Blood Dragon Guard, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the sky and was approaching him at an extremely fast speed. It was Gavin's dragon - Blazing Shadow.

Based on Drogo's powerful fighting ability and the Dothraki's shouting just now, Gavin was sure that this man was Drogo, so he released the Blazing Shadow without hesitation.

Drogo instantly felt the huge threat from above. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. The fear flashed through his eyes like lightning, but was quickly replaced by anger. The anger burned in his eyes like a burning flame.

He threw the head of the blood dragon guard hard to the ground, and the head made a dull sound when it landed, as if the death knell was ringing. Then he quickly raised his bow and arrow, the muscles in his arms were tense and veins were bulging because of the effort, and he shouted: "Warriors, join me in shooting down this dragon!" His voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, trying to arouse the courage of the Dothraki.

His bloodriders were the first to react. They moved quickly, drawing their bows and arrows, and shouted to others. Their eyes revealed a determination, as if fighting the dragon was their destiny.

When the Dothraki saw the giant dragon in the sky, they were stunned at first, as if time had stopped at that moment. Then some of them began to flee in panic, and their horses were also frightened and ran wildly on the battlefield, and the dust raised by their hooves was like clouds of mist.

But there were also some people, led bravely by Drogo, who tried to fight the dragon. They took out their bows and arrows and shot at the Blazing Shadow. For a moment, arrows rained down on the dragon in the sky, and the arrow feathers drew silver arcs in the air, as if a group of silver birds were flying into the sky.

However, Chiying's dragon scales were extremely thick, and it was difficult to cause damage with just a bow and arrow. The arrows were blocked one after another, as if they hit a solid wall, and then fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Countless Dothraki were horrified when they saw this, and they began to realize that the dragon in front of them could not be harmed by their bows and arrows. Their eyes were filled with fear, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Even the usually confident Drogo was stunned when he saw this. He quickly tightened his grip on the reins, his knuckles turning white from exertion, and then he pulled the horse back hard, trying to flee into the distance. His bloodriders followed closely, their figures standing out in the panicked crowd.

However, no matter how fast a horse is, it cannot be faster than a flying dragon.

Gavin swooped down on Blazing Shadow, and in just a moment he was above Drogo. Blazing Shadow spread its huge wings, blocking out the sun, and its wings shone with a metallic luster in the sun, as if they were two huge steel wings.

"Dracarys" With Gavin's command, the Blazing Shadow opened its mouth and spewed a huge dragon flame towards Drogo and his blood guards. The dragon flame was like a raging red torrent, sweeping towards them.

Drogo tried to dodge, but the dragon flame was too fast, and he and his bloodriders were instantly swallowed by the dragon flame. They didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to charcoal in the dragon flame, their bodies curled up together, as if they were souls swallowed by darkness.

The Dothraki witnessed their khal being burned to death by the dragon. There was a dead silence among the crowd, followed by a panicked escape. Their courage completely collapsed in front of the dragon's flames, and they no longer had the will to fight. Their eyes were full of despair, like a ship that had lost its direction and drifted in the vast ocean.

Several knights also noticed Drogo's death and witnessed the ineffectiveness of bows and arrows against dragons. They quickly called their men and began to retreat. Now they had no intention of fighting, and only wanted to retain their strength and then seize the khalasar left by Drogo to become the new khal. They shuttled through the panicked crowd, trying to leave this terrible battlefield as soon as possible.

After burning Drogo to death, Gavin did not stop. He sprayed dragon flames at the Dothraki below crazily. The dragon flames fell towards the Dothraki like burning meteors, and the Dothraki were instantly in chaos. They fled everywhere, crowded each other, some were trampled to death, and some were burned.

The Unsullied also took the opportunity to launch a counterattack. They reorganized their formation on the chaotic battlefield, with spears like a forest and shields like a wall, pressing forward step by step towards the Dothraki. The soldiers' eyes were firm and indifferent, as if the chaos before them had nothing to do with them. Their movements were uniform, like a precision machine operating.

Kyros, who had been standing still, immediately led his cavalry to charge. He rode on his horse, his posture upright, his eyes revealing excitement. He led the cavalry to charge towards the Dothraki like a surging tide, and the sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, echoing on the battlefield.

Under the combined attack of dragon flames, the Unsullied Legion, and the cavalry, the Dothraki fell into a great rout. The cavalry, which had been surging like a tide, now fled in all directions like a flood. The sound of horse hooves, shouts, and cries intertwined and resounded throughout the battlefield.

However, the Dothraki were cavalry after all, and relying on the speed of their horses, most of them soon began to leave the battlefield.

Only some of the Dothraki, whose horses were injured or who were hampered by the chaos of the battlefield, were unable to flee in time. They watched their companions go away and their hearts were filled with despair.

The Dothraki realized that there was no hope of escape, so they surrendered. They cut off their braids, which once symbolized their pride and status, and threw them at their feet along with their weapons.

On the battlefield, weapons and braids piled up like mountains, shining with a cold metallic luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The surrender of the Dothraki did not stop the Unsullied Legion and cavalry. They remained vigilant and slowly surrounded the surrendered people.

As night fell, darkness slowly enveloped the entire battlefield like a huge curtain. The last ray of afterglow in the sky also disappeared, leaving only dead silence and darkness. The shouting and killing on the battlefield gradually subsided, replaced by the groans of the wounded and the occasional neighing of horses.

The brutal battle finally ended. The Unsullied began to clean up the battlefield, collecting the Dothraki weapons and sorting the wounded and dead.

The surrendered Dothraki were gathered together, their heads lowered, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety. Without their braids, they seemed like bodies without souls, looking particularly lonely.

Gavin rode Blazing Shadow and chased after the enemy, then returned to the battlefield. Blazing Shadow circled over the battlefield and slowly landed on the ground. Seeing this, Jalal hurried forward, saluted respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, I did a quick count and found that we suffered about 2,000 casualties, mainly from the Unsullied Legion blocking the front. Fortunately, with the protection of armor, nearly half of the personnel only suffered varying degrees of injuries. They only need to recuperate for a period of time and should be able to recover as before."

Gavin swiftly jumped off the dragon's back, nodded calmly, and then asked with a sharp gaze, "So what did we get this time?"

Jalal heard this and quickly continued, "We haven't had time to do a detailed count of the bodies on the ground, but at present, there are about 3,000 captured Dothraki. According to the past practice of Essos, once these Dothraki are captured, it will be difficult for us to recruit them because they will refuse to fight on horseback. However, the good news is that we have also harvested 5,000 Dothraki war horses this time."

Gavin nodded slightly. He had heard of this before. The Dothraki were always stubborn. Once the Howling Warriors were defeated and captured, they would usually just be slaves. Unless a new khal appeared and asked them to follow, they would be able to mount their horses again and become Howling Warriors again.

Gavin glanced at the battlefield, his eyes finally fixed on the group of dejected Dothraki captives.

When chasing on a dragon just now, Gavin used the convenience of the air to roughly judge the Dothraki who were fleeing in panic. Most of the 40,000 Roaring Warriors had left the battlefield. Even with the help of the dragon in the air, it was still difficult for the infantry to annihilate the highly mobile cavalry.

However, Gawain's main purpose in expelling the Dothraki had been achieved. With Khal Drogo dead, his once-huge khalasar would soon fall apart. Countless new khals would return with their own khalasars to Vaes Dothrak, at the foot of the Mother of Mountains, across the Dothraki Sea.

There the new khal will be certified by the "Dosh Khalim" and predict a new war.

In this process, these new tribes will inevitably plunder and annex other tribes. In this way, without the harassment of the Dothraki, Lhazalin will gain a short period of peace, which is crucial for Gavin's subsequent activities in Lhazalin.

Gavin slowly said, "Let Kael take all the captives back to Meereen and try to make them work for us. I will leave Kairos and the two thousand cavalrymen to you. During this time, you will be responsible for purchasing food here. At the same time, take a close look at the Lazarin area and find a suitable place with strategic terrain and rich resources. In the future, we will build a city here and completely control it."

Jalal was uneasy when he heard this. He said with a worried look on his face: "Your Majesty, are you planning to withdraw to Meereen now? There are still a large number of Dothraki here. If they attack again, it will have an adverse effect on our subsequent plans."

Garvin nodded confidently, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he chuckled, "I guess the Dothraki will fall into a fierce internal struggle for power tonight, and they will soon decide the winner and leave here. When you return to Meereen, we will march to the disputed land."

After hearing this, Jalal was still a little hesitant, but Gavin had never made a mistake in his decision-making. He instinctively chose to trust Gavin's judgment, nodded vigorously and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will complete the task as soon as possible and return to Meereen with enough food."

In the following time, everyone was busy treating the wounded, carefully counting the number of prisoners, and rationally allocating various tasks. In this way, they were busy until the third day, when Gawain's army slowly set out and marched towards Meereen.

After making all the arrangements, Gawen rode on the dragon and set out on the journey back to Meereen.

After only two days of flying, Gavin, sitting on the dragon's back, saw the iconic pyramid of Meereen from afar. The entire pyramid was shining brightly under the bright sunlight, as if emitting a charming light.

As Chiying continued to lower its flight altitude, the clear outline of the city gradually appeared before its eyes like a picture scroll. Chiying let out a loud roar at the right time, and the sound seemed to announce to the entire city the glorious return of its master.

The people in the city stopped their busy work, raised their heads, and looked up at the sky with reverence. Some former slaves could not contain their excitement and cheered enthusiastically.

The Blazing Shadow landed steadily on the wide square in front of the pyramid. As soon as Gavin jumped off the dragon's back, he saw Melisandre, dressed in a gorgeous red dress, walking towards him. Her figure was graceful, as if she had known that Gavin was coming back and had been waiting here respectfully in advance.

"Your Majesty, congratulations on winning this war. Not only did you successfully drive away the Dothraki, but you also cleverly solved the troubles you faced." Melisandre bowed slightly, her tone full of respect.

After hearing this, Gavin's mouth curled up slightly, and he said with a somewhat playful smile: "How can you be so sure that I won? What if I was defeated and fled back in a panic?"

Melisandre shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing great piety, and said slowly: "I saw the glorious scene of your victory in the flames. That should be the sacred omen of the Lord of Light."

After hearing this, Gavin shook his head slightly and said confidently: "I have the help of dragons, and the other side is just a group of Dothraki with only bows and arrows. There is no reason for me to fail." Then, he looked at Melisandre and said jokingly: "This is just a speculation based on established facts, not some mysterious prophecy. Can you see my future self in the flames?"

Melisandre didn't seem to notice Gavin's teasing. She maintained her elegant demeanor and said, "Unless the Lord of Light grants it, ordinary flames can hardly see the foggy future. However, if you are willing to provide a little King's blood to the flame, the magical flame will surely help you clear the fog."

Gavin couldn't help curling his lips after hearing this. He thought to himself that it was better to be direct when communicating with a charlatan. However, thinking of the various magical things Melisandre showed in the original play, Gavin couldn't help but have the idea of ​​testing her. Now that R'hllor has taken the initiative to come to the door, it is not a long-term solution to always deliberately avoid her.

Thinking of this, Gavin decisively pulled out the dagger he carried with him and gently cut his finger. However, his powerful self-healing ability made the wound heal quickly after just squeezing out a drop of blood.

(End of this chapter)