Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 105: Fire at the Commander's Mansion

The other kidnapper was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that this woman would carry a weapon with her. After a moment of hesitation, he reacted and hurriedly strangled Vera's neck from behind!

Vera couldn't breathe, but she turned the knife around and stabbed it into the man's thigh again, then twisted it hard!
The man screamed, let go of his hand and took a step back. Before Vera could escape, the man kicked her to the ground!
Vera's head hit the floor hard, and a sharp pain shot through her forehead.

Just as she was about to turn over, the man roared and pressed on her, his fists raining down on her face.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Vera saw stars and her mouth tasted like rust. She felt as if her nose was broken, her face was swollen, and there was no part of her body that didn't hurt.

The man was not satisfied after beating her, so he stood up and kicked her in the stomach several times.

Vera curled up in pain, her stomach churning, and she couldn't help vomiting a pool of acid.

In a daze, she heard someone say:
"Franklin, don't kill her! We still need her to lead us into the Governor's Mansion!"

She was involuntarily dragged up by Franklin and tied back to the chair, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Franklin put a dagger against the neck of the maid opposite and looked at Vera with cold eyes.

"Vera..." The maid trembled all over, her eyes full of fear, and she could hardly speak, "I'm afraid..."

Vera looked up and encouraged her: "Raya! They just want to see you scared, don't let them succeed!"

Franklin sneered and slowly slashed the dagger across the maid's face. "I don't care if she's scared or not."

He walked up behind Vera and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at him, "You are Rahalo's most trusted handmaiden, and we are here to scare you!"

Vera gnashed her teeth together. "Well, I wish you good fucking luck!"

"is it?"

Franklin walked back to the maid, raised his knife and cut her throat. Blood gushed out. The maid's eyes widened and her lips moved, but no sound came out. Finally, the stool tilted and her body fell in a pool of blood.

"Son of a bitch!" Vera roared, "Fuck you! I'll fuck your whole family!"

"I'll give you this chance." The kidnapper grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth.

At this moment, a faint groan suddenly came from the corner. Vera turned her head and saw the kidnapper with a pierced throat lying on the ground, his blood almost drained.

"Franklin, save me, I'm dying..."

"You deserve it! Sissy! Go to hell, you loser!" she cursed.

Franklin looked down at her, a sinister smile on his lips: "It seems you have a powerful mouth."

Vera grinned, "Can you do this? You loser!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Franklin punched her in the face again!

Vera felt sore and weak all over, so she let Franklin untie her and throw her on the table again.

Vera watched Franklin approaching, barely supporting herself with her arms, lowered her head, and said contemptuously:
"Come on, come on, let me see how capable you are!"

Franklin's efforts were in vain, veins popped up on his forehead, and he became angry and grabbed Vera's hair.
"You Dothraki bastard! Shut up!"

"Pooh!"

Vera spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm in his face and laughed out loud, "I guess that's it, you're a fucking loser!"

Franklin wiped the dirt off his face and, in a rage, pulled out a dagger and put it to her face: "Take us into the Governor's Palace and you can live! Otherwise, I will stab your face into a sieve! You don't want Garland to see you like that, do you?"

Vera stared at him, her laughter growing more and more crazy.

"Go ahead, you useless sissy! If you don't dare to do it below, you won't dare to do it above!"

"boom!!!"

At this moment, the door was smashed to pieces, and Garland rushed into the room, with a flash of cold light, and his sword was unsheathed!

At the moment when Franklin was distracted, Vera burst out with her last strength, grabbed his wrist holding the dagger with both hands, and her nails dug deep into the flesh.

"Garland, kill him!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

When Garland saw Vera's scarred face, his anger was instantly ignited. He rushed over in two steps and thrust his sword straight forward. The sharp blade pierced Franklin's back and came out from his chest.

Franklin's eyes widened in pain, blood foaming from his mouth. It was not until Garland drew his sword that Franklin's body fell heavily to the ground.

But Vera didn't want him to die so easily. She was filled with rage and crawled to Franklin's side.
"It would be too easy for you to die like this."

She got up, raised her foot and aimed it at Franklin, kicking him several times with all her might, each kick accompanied by Franklin's heart-wrenching scream.

The last kick landed heavily, and there was a sound similar to an egg breaking. The screams stopped abruptly, and Franklin's body twitched a few times and no longer moved.

After revenge, Vera's strength was completely exhausted. She fell into Garland's arms, feeling his warm hands stroking her hair. Her nose felt sore and she finally couldn't help crying.

The madness just now was all pretended. In fact, she was extremely scared, even more scared than the dead maid. She once thought that she could not survive this and would not be able to see Garland again.

Suddenly, she stopped crying and sobbed:

"The one with blue hair..."

"He slipped away when I rushed in."

Vera raised her head with difficulty. "I know where he will go. The coward is probably near the commander's residence. They are coming for the khal."

Garland didn't ask any more questions and carefully picked up Vera: "I'll take you to treat your injuries first."

"No, go to the Commander's Mansion, now." Vera insisted, "I have a bad feeling."

Garland carried Vera across the street, and when they turned the last corner, a terrible scene appeared before their eyes.

The High Command was ablaze, flames streaming from its windows and plumes of smoke rising into the sky. The tower was crumbling, and the Shield of Pentos scrambled to organize the men and pass buckets of water, but with little success.

"Gods be upon you..." Garlan murmured.

Vera's face changed: "Khaleesi is still in there!"

"Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!" A roar accompanied by the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

The crowd involuntarily made way for a path, and Laharo led a group of cavalrymen galloping over. The horses stopped abruptly in front of the commander's mansion, raising a cloud of dust.

"Where is Khaleesi? Tell me quickly!" Rahalo jumped off his horse, his eyes full of anxiety.

"Sir, the fire is too big and we can't get in." A soldier stammered.

Without hesitation, Laharo took off his outer robe, soaked it in a bucket of water, put it on, and rushed towards the sea of ​​fire regardless of everything.

(End of this chapter)