Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 106 Only Death Can Exchange for Life
Rhahalo had read the books and knew that Daenerys was not afraid of fire, but he rushed in anyway.

When did she start not being afraid of fire?
He didn't know, and he didn't dare to gamble. He couldn't test the authenticity of human life based on a tattered book with a bad ending.

He only knew that if he didn't do this, if Daenerys was really hurt or even died, the feeling of regret would accompany him for the rest of his life.

he loves her.

In his previous life, he was just a short-lived and frustrated ghost, and this life was a waste of luck.

He defeated Drogo, defeated Euron, defeated Randyll, and defeated sea beasts.

He lived a life he had never experienced in his previous life. He raised his scimitar and shouted, "I am the king of the sea of ​​grass."

He has not lost out in this life.

I had many regrets in my previous life, and I don’t want to experience regrets again in this life.

Now, between the possible loss of his own life and the eternal regret, he simply chose the former.

The heat wave hit me in the face, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning. Every breath felt like a needle prick, and my eyes hurt and tears kept flowing.

He could even hear his own heartbeat. The ceiling was shaky and seemed to collapse at any moment, but this did not stop him from moving forward.

"Daenerys!"

Rahalo's voice pierced the flames, but no one responded, only the crackling sound of burning.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in his peripheral vision, and he jumped backwards, and a beam fell down, blocking his way.

He breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, crawled through the ruins, and came to Daenerys's chamber.

There was no sign of Daenerys.

In the corner, four dragon eggs were lying quietly on the ground. The cedar box had been burned, and next to it was the ancient book seized from the Silent, also intact.

Laharo gathered the four dragon eggs and the ancient book in his arms and turned to leave.

At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise and the ceiling fell down on his head.

Laharo instinctively moved to the side and luckily escaped, but unexpectedly, he was crushed by the stone pillar that tilted down from the other side.

The dragon egg rolled out of his arms and the book fell with it.

Laharo struggled to push the stone pillar away, but it was too heavy to move.

The scorching smoke may have burned his lungs. Every breath was painful, and the harder he breathed, the more painful it was.

Damn, it’s over…

At this moment, a rustling sound of footsteps came from the other side of the wall.

Rahalo raised his head and saw a blue-haired boy walking towards him around the corner. His face was charred, his hair was almost burnt, and his whole body was covered with burns, but there was a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth and a long sword in his hand.

Aegon grinned, "Rahlo, today I will avenge Jon's blood feud!"

Laharo coughed a few times and spat out a mouthful of black phlegm. "Idiot!"

He didn't know who Jon was. He had killed so many people that those who wanted to seek revenge on him could circle Pentos three times, and it would take a year to wait in line for a draw.

"I've wanted to kill you ever since the day Jon was executed," Aegon gritted his teeth. "Now I finally have the chance!"

"I, Aegon VI Targaryen, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, rightful heir to the Iron Throne!"

"And Viserys?"

"Haha," Aegon said with disdain, "Viserys is only Prince Rhaegar's younger brother, but I am Rhaegar's eldest son. The Seven Kingdoms only need one real dragon like me!"

Then, Aegon opened his arms, as if he was bathed in the cheers of the crowd, his face intoxicated.

Rhahalo stopped struggling and stared into Aegon's eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

"Sure enough, the villain dies because of talking too much."

"Puch..."

There was a sound of steel entering flesh, Aegon's eyes widened, the smile on his face froze in an instant, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He lowered his head, and a sharp knife tip pierced his chest, blood dripping down the tip of the knife, forming a pool of blood under his body. Viserys stood behind Aegon, holding a scimitar in his hand.

He had been imprisoned in the Commander's Mansion. When the door collapsed due to fire, he ran out, but he could not find the way out. He was completely desperate the moment the palace began to collapse.

Suddenly hearing Lahalo's cry, he prepared to come over to see what expression the arrogant Lahalo had before he died.

It is better to be buried with someone than to die alone.

But he heard someone dare to claim to be the heir to the Iron Throne! That was the only thing he had in his life, and someone wanted to take it away!
Viserys was suddenly filled with uncontrollable rage and instantly changed his target!

Aegon's entire attention was focused on Rahalo, and he was completely unaware of the danger behind him.

"You have awakened the sleeping dragon," Viserys whispered hoarsely, leaning over Aegon's ear. "I, Viserys III Targaryen, am the true dragon and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne!"

Aegon's Adam's apple rolled violently, and he wanted to speak, but only blood foam flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Viserys twisted the hilt, deepening the wound, then yanked the scimitar free.

Aegon's sword fell to the ground, and he stumbled forward a few steps before finally falling heavily on Rhallor.

Viserys turned back to Rhallor, a mad glint in his eyes.

"Laharo, you stole my crown and my sister, and you must die too!"

He raised the bloody long knife, rushed forward and stabbed at Rahalo.

The blade pierced Aegon's heart and continued forward until it pierced Rhallor's chest.

A sharp pain came over him, and Laharo felt the cold tip of the knife pierce his skin and pierce his heart, and warm blood gushed out.

"The Iron Throne is mine, Daenerys is mine, and the Dothraki will serve me and the dragon!"

"Stupid!"

Rhahalo's vision gradually blurred, but his instinct for survival had not yet disappeared. While Viserys leaned forward, he put his right hand around his neck, and his left hand finally touched Aegon's fallen longsword. He grabbed the blade, and using his last bit of strength, he slowly inserted the tip of the sword into Viserys' throat.

His eyeballs were bulging and blood was gushing out of his neck, splashing onto Laharo's face, eyes, and mouth, making his face scarlet.

What Rahalo didn't know was that at this moment, the blood of the three kings gathered around the dragon egg, like a trickle, slowly spreading along the eggshell.

A flash of white light flashed from the ancient book, and it followed the path of the blood, penetrated into Laharo's body, and disappeared in an instant.

Then the ancient book turned into powder and floated in the air.

The fire grew more intense, the structure of the palace began to collapse, and Laharo felt the life draining away from his wounds, and the world before him gradually went dark.

I hope Daenerys escapes safely, he thought.

...

At the same time, outside the Commander's Mansion, the witch Mili walked over.

She was planning to heal Lazar and was carrying a large box, which contained not only herbs, various bottles and jars, small boxes, sharp knives and needles and thread, but also some props for performing blood magic.

Because Laharo said that if she couldn't cure Lazar, it would cost her life, so she brought all her family property with her.

She didn't believe that Rhallor would really kill her. He was always very kind to his own people, but not necessarily to the people of the Stormlands.

She suddenly stopped and looked at the burning commander's mansion, a flash of shock in her eyes.

"Rahlo is in danger," she murmured. "Only death can buy life..."

She took out a bag from the medicine box, poured out some red powder, sprinkled it on her head, left shoulder, right shoulder, and then both hands. She slowly knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together, and began to chant the spell in the singing tone of the Lazarene people.

“My God, please hear the Lamb’s prayer, blood for blood, life for life, neither death nor life.

Just as a mother carries a heavy burden for her children, please protect them from disaster and death. I am willing to use my life to continue their life. I am willing to exchange my life for death to return to me..."

Before she finished speaking, she turned her wrist, a small knife appeared in her hand, and she cut her wrist without hesitation.

All magic has a price. The only way to keep Rahalo immortal, and the perfect way, is to sacrifice the caster himself.

(End of this chapter)