Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 100 Big Bang

"You can't go anywhere." Syrio put his hand on her shoulder. "The streets are full of soldiers now, and the walls are full of soldiers too. You can't see them."

The noise outside the window grew louder. A group of ragged refugees ran through the street, followed by a group of Dothraki cavalry roaring past.

Downstairs in the hotel, there was a sound of pushing and pulling tables and chairs, and the guests flocked to the street to watch the excitement.

"Listen, kitten," Syrio said softly, squatting down and looking directly into her eyes. "If your father is truly dead, will the fleet ever return?"

"No, they'll retreat," Arya's eyes lit up, "so Father must still be alive!"

A hint of hesitation flashed across Syrio's eyes, but he quickly returned to smiling. He patted Arya's little head and said, "Smart little cat."

Arya grabbed his arm. "Can we go find him? Please?"

"No." Syrio shook his head, stood up, and picked up his equipment. "But I can go out and get information. You must stay here and not leave the room. Do you understand?"

"But……"

"No bargaining," Syrio said sternly. "Remember the first lesson I taught you..."

"As still as a rock," Arya said, reluctantly.

Syrio nodded and tapped Needle with his wooden sword. "If anyone comes in, stab him with the pointy end!"

Arya clenched her needle and nodded. Syrio gave her a long look, closed the door, and left.

Outside the window, the sounds of war grew louder and louder.

Arya grew impatient after waiting a minute, so she opened the back window, climbed onto the windowsill, and then climbed along the awning to the roof of the next door.

There were already a few people standing here watching the fun. She walked around them and climbed directly to the chimney, from where she could see most of the harbor.

In the distance on the sea, twelve huge warships were lined up in a line, followed by dozens of smaller ships, advancing towards the city wall.

The catapults continued to fire, and the stone bullets streaked across the sky with flames and landed heavily on the city wall.

Arya could feel the house trembling beneath her feet with every impact.

Is that the Royal Fleet?

Were there fathers on those boats?

As time went on, the defenses of the city walls began to collapse, the defenders on the city walls fell one after another, and the blood dyed the city walls red.

It was the first time Arya witnessed how cruel war was. Her original excitement disappeared and she felt her stomach churning.

At this moment, bursts of shouting and killing suddenly rang out in the city. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of soldiers in black leather armor pouring out of the street, surrounded by several men in gorgeous clothes.

Those men had colorful beards, and they actually killed the defenders, opened the city gates, and ran out!

"traitor!"

Arya clenched her fists and waved them twice. She knew that these people were helping her father, but she still couldn't help but despise their character.

She suddenly noticed that everyone on the roof was looking at her with approval, and she unconsciously puffed out her chest.

It turns out that the people of Pentos also know what a knight's sense of honor is!
In sight, the royal fleet has landed!
Arya couldn't help but hold her breath. Even from such a distance, she still recognized that it was King Robert!

He has a burly physique, curly black hair, and his every move exudes the aura of a king. And behind him, there is a familiar figure!

Ned Stark, her father, was standing there alive! He wasn't dead! Syrio was right!

She almost screamed out in excitement, but when she realized something was wrong she quickly covered her mouth.

...

Baqu was huddled in a ruin near the dock, carrying a longbow on his back, with an anxious look on his face.

His white hair had turned black from smoke, and he had taken off his white robe a long time ago because it was too conspicuous. Only after taking it off could he make up to look like a pile of coal.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain from his broken ribs, and stared at the dock.

Several governors rushed out of the city with their personal guards. They were so brave in killing their own people, but now they crawled at the feet of the enemy like dogs, begging for mercy.

"Pentos is simply vulnerable!" Robert and Ned stepped onto the dock one after another, followed by five Kingsguards. The former looked at the governor on the ground and laughed.

"What's the difference between you cowards and stray dogs?"

A governor grabbed Robert's legs and said, "Your Majesty! Please forgive our stupidity. We were simply deceived by that barbarian!"

The other governor knelt on the ground, his face covered in tears and snot. "It was Rahalo, that madman who killed your envoy! We were all forced to do it. We are not accomplices, we are victims too!"

The third governor pointed to the city and said, "The barbarian is right there. I can lead you there! Punish him if you want! We can offer the city gates and even our wealth, in exchange for your lives!"

These spineless traitors!

Baqu cursed inwardly, but now was not the time to be angry. Khal Rahalo gave him the last order before the city was broken.

Blow up the dock! You have a protective color!
Baqu didn't know what protective color was. Maybe Kao was talking about the chameleon in the red wasteland!
He was clearly only one color, but now it seemed to blend in with the scorched earth around him.

Baqu held a small torch about a foot long in his hand, a longbow on his back, and the last three rockets in his quiver.

He crawled forward cautiously, getting closer and closer to the gunpowder barrels hidden in the wooden boxes.

Those eight hundred barrels of gunpowder were supposed to be detonated by multiple people, but now he is the only one left dead.

Fortunately, no one was checking the boxes yet. If they got any closer, they would be within rocket range.

Suddenly, a dozen men in golden robes dispersed and searched towards the ruins. Baqu suddenly retracted his head and avoided their sight.

They are getting closer and closer to me, it will be too late if I don’t take action!

Damn it, give it a try!
He took a deep breath, drew his bow and arrow, and lit it on the torch. Gunpowder had already been scattered on the ground, so he didn't need to shoot very accurately, as long as it landed near the gunpowder barrel!
Just like Dothraki are born to ride horses, and Summer Islanders are born to shoot arrows!

One of the men in the golden robes spotted him and shouted, "Look, there's someone there!"

Baqu did not hesitate and quickly released the bowstring.

The rocket whizzed towards the gunpowder barrel. When it was still a few meters away from the target, a man in a golden robe jumped up, and with a "ding" sound, he blocked the rocket with his shield!

"Capture the assassin!" the golden robe shouted, "Protect the king!"

"Damn it!" Baqu cursed, and this time he directly boarded two rockets.

He didn't even have time to aim before the golden robes rushed in front of him!

Whoosh!
Two arrows with flaming tails drew arcs in the air. Baqu smiled contentedly, revealing his bloodied teeth. Then two men in golden robes knocked him to the ground, and the longbow in his hand fell out of his hand.

Thanks to the gold cloaks' orders to protect the king, dozens of gold cloaks and Kingsguard now crowded around Robert, and his rockets finally reached their destination.

"Go to hell, damn Andari!"

Baqu took advantage of Jinpao's inattention and grabbed his breastplate to cover himself.

"Kou Jia...

I miss your body, I miss the love we made on the side of the boat, I miss your teeth that glow at night.

Although your father, the captain, disagrees with our marriage, saying that I am just a poor boy with nothing, if I can survive this time, I will definitely find you and complete our wedding under the witness of the god of love. I will no longer be afraid of him..."

At this moment, the whole world shook!
The loud noises seemed to shatter his brain, and then a powerful shock wave hit him, pressing the man in the golden robe down. Then, the dock was engulfed in a sea of ​​orange-red fire.

The debris and wood chips kicked up by the explosion hit the golden robe's armor frantically, and the sound of "pu pu" hitting the flesh was endless. Wood chips, stones and human body fragments were thrown into the air and then fell into the sea of ​​fire.

The world was silent for a moment, and then Rahalo's voice echoed across the bay.

"Revenge our dead brothers!"

"...Did you hear that, Koujia? Kaa will avenge me!"

Baqu was satisfied, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

This time he finally completed his mission and offered his final loyalty to Laharo.

(End of this chapter)