Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 104 Kidnapping
After Renly escaped, the 3,000 infantrymen completely lost their will to fight. They were defeated by the Dothraki cavalry in one charge, and they abandoned their armor and weapons and fled across the mountains and plains.

In the wilderness, the sounds of wailing, the clash of weapons, and the sound of horses' hooves intertwined into a terrifying symphony of hell.

Rhahalo reined in his horse and roared, "Leave no one alive! I will hang every enemy corpse from the harbor flagstaff and teach every ship what happens if you mess with the Dothraki!"

He galloped towards Lazar with several warriors. In his sight, the bodies of more than two hundred Slark warriors were scattered all over the place, and Lazar was lying in the middle, with his back against his dead horse, his body covered in blood.

He had an arrow wound in his shoulder, his arms were covered with sword marks, and his right leg was the most seriously injured.

The wound was very long, running from the outer thigh to the knee. Blood kept gushing out, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Laharo rolled off his horse, his leather boots making a sticky sound with every step as they stepped on the bloody mud.

"Blood of my blood," Rahalo squatted down, grabbed Lazar's arm, and said in a hoarse voice, "If you are still alive, open your eyes!"

Lazar's face twitched in pain and he tried to open his eyes.

"Blood of my own blood," he breathed faintly, "I'm not dead, but my warhorse has fallen. I thought I was going to the Land of Stars to wait for you..."

Laharo tore a strip of cloth from his clothes, wrapped it around Lazar's thigh, stuffed a branch into it, and twisted it hard to stop the bleeding.

"Does it hurt?" Rahalo asked.

"It doesn't hurt," Lazar forced a smile. "It's just a bloodfly bite. When it gets a scar, it'll be something I can show off!"

"to be honest."

"Fuck, that hurts!"

"You and Jhogo are really good brothers, that's what he said!"

Knowing that pain meant there was hope, Laharo breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the warrior next to him, "Give me some wine!"

The warrior handed over the leather bag. Rahalo sniffed it and frowned. "This is mare's milk! I want stronger liquor, the kind that can disinfect!"

The warrior brought another bag of wine.

"Too bland."

Laharo threw the wine aside, then realized that there was no distilled liquor in this world.

He thought for a moment, raised his head, and ordered, "Go get the gunpowder from my saddle!"

Lazar was bewildered, "Blood of my own blood, my wounds will heal soon, please don't blow me up!"

"It won't kill you, it's just disinfection. Otherwise, if the wound gets infected in a few days, I'll have to saw off my whole leg!"

In fact, Laharo didn't know whether gunpowder could eliminate the infection. Since there was such a scene in the movie, it meant that there was a certain truth to it. Lazar would soon lose too much blood and there would be no time to send him back, so he could only give it a try.

Lazar's eyes darkened. "If you're going to saw off my legs, you might as well do it now. A rider without legs is unworthy of being called a Dothraki."

Rahalo rested his forehead against his and cursed, "Fool, staying alive is more important than anything else! Even if you lose your legs, I'll carry you on my horse! Even if you break your hands, I'll hold your sword for you! As long as your soul remains, you will always be the bravest Dothraki!"

A gleam of light flashed in Lazar's eyes. He tried to grab Rahalo's hand, but he had no strength and it slipped down.

Laharo, in turn, grabbed his hand.

"Bite this," Rahalo said, stuffing an arrow into his mouth. "It will hurt, but after that, your leg will be saved!"

Lazar bit the arrow shaft and nodded. Laharo sprinkled gunpowder on the wound and ignited it with flint. The wound immediately burst into bright sparks and a burning smell filled the air.

"Um……!"

Lazar's eyes were wide open, veins bulged on his forehead, his whole body was tense, but he didn't move.

"You'll be fine!" After checking the wound and finding that the bleeding had mostly stopped, Rahalo turned to the warrior and said, "Mago, you go ahead and ask Mirri to prepare the best herbs and everything else that can save him. If anything happens to Lazar's leg, I'll hold her accountable! Furthermore, I'll make the entire Stormlands bury Lazar's leg with it!"

The warriors responded and immediately lifted Lazar onto their horses and sent him for treatment. Rhallor breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Pentos.

"Kao!"

Just then, a scout on Pegasus arrived and reported, "The Governor's Mansion is on fire! Khaleesi is still inside!"

"Damn it!"

Lahalo's heart tightened, and he immediately jumped on the horse, squeezed the horse's belly tightly, and galloped away!

...

Pentos, near the Commandery.

The explosion at the port killed Robert and the rebellious nobles in the city, but the riots in the city were not over yet. Garlan was carrying the Shield of Pentos to eliminate the rioters and hunt down spies.

Vera and another maid took a basket full of food and prepared to reward Garland.

As they were chatting and laughing, they passed through an alley, and Vera suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps behind her.

She frowned and was about to turn around when a strong hand suddenly covered her mouth and dragged her into the shadows on the side of the road.

Vera opened her eyes wide, kicked her legs and scratched with her nails. She heard a scream behind her and saw four bloody marks on the man's face.

The kidnapper felt pain and kept cursing, his arms gradually tightened. Vera felt that breathing became more and more difficult and her consciousness became more and more blurred.

At this moment, after dealing with the maid, another man rushed up and punched her in the stomach with such force that her eyes went black and she lost consciousness immediately.

When Vera woke up again, she found herself tied to a chair, and the rope was so tight that it hurt her wrists.

The maid was also tied up opposite, trembling all over and sobbing softly.

She began to look around. The room was dim, and two men were standing in front of her. They were burly with thick knuckles. They looked like people who had been in the knife-edge business for years. They were either horse bandits or mercenaries.

The third person was leaning against the wall. He looked very young, with short blue hair, and didn't say a word.

Vera tried to move her wrist and felt the hard object in her sleeve was still there.

She always kept a small knife hidden in her sleeve, originally for cutting Rhallor's flesh, but also to protect herself from any unscrupulous Dothraki who might take advantage of her. Now this habit saved her.

She carefully inserted her index finger into her sleeve and her fingertip touched the handle of the knife.

She hooked the tip of the knife out a little with her fingernail, and at the same time turned slightly to the side to ensure that the kidnapper could not see her movement.

The tip of the knife touched the rope, and she began to grind it back and forth slowly. As time passed, the thick hemp rope was cut bit by bit.

She kept changing the angles so that the shoulder movements looked like a struggle rather than a rope-cutting move.

At the same time, she stared at the kidnapper in front of her and noticed that there were four bloody marks on his face caused by her scratches, and blood was still oozing out.

Vera sneered and said disdainfully, "Two grown men beat up a woman like me, and you still got hurt? Are you fucking sissies?"

The two kidnappers' faces suddenly turned dark. One of them rushed over, grabbed her neck, and cursed through gritted teeth: "Fuck you, you crazy woman!"

Before she could finish her words, Vera suddenly broke free from the ropes and stabbed the man's neck with a knife. Blood spurted out like a fountain, staining half of her cheek red.

The man had an expression of disbelief as he staggered back repeatedly, covering his neck with his left hand and making "ho ho" sounds. Blood flowed from his mouth, and finally his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)