Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 15: Duel with Fogo
Rahalo raised his scimitar high and roared to the heavens, "The time for decisive battle has come! Send them all to the land of night!"

He turned his horse's head, kicked the horse's belly hard, and led the remaining cavalry to charge into Fogo's cavalry formation without fear.

The two torrents of flesh and blood collided with each other, making a deafening noise, as if the earth was shaking.

After all, Fogo was organized in a hurry, and Laharo's cavalry, wielding the Atak scimitars forged from fine steel, easily tore apart the Arak scimitars of Fogo and his warriors.

Sparks flew like raindrops, and the broken blades spun in the air, accompanied by shrill screams that stung the eardrums.

The Atak scimitar had an absolute advantage in quality. As soon as the battle began, Fogo's cavalry suffered heavy losses, and at least half of the weapons were shattered in the collision.

Fogo rode a majestic chestnut warhorse, his eyes swept across the battlefield, finally landing on Laharo who was charging through the crowd, his eyes bloodshot.

Only by defeating him can we completely defeat this cavalry team that dared to challenge him!

Fogo pulled the reins suddenly, turned the horse's head, and rushed towards Rahalo. The Arak scimitar was stained with blood, and there were even pieces of meat and hair left on it, which made it look particularly hideous.

The two met in the center of the battlefield, their eyes collided in the air, and invisible sparks burst out.

Fogo pointed the arakh scimitar in his hand at Rahalo and roared:
"Raharo! Goat-man bastard! How dare you challenge Khal Fogo in a one-on-one duel! Today, I will cut off your head and use your skull to make wine!"

The corner of Laharo's mouth curled up slightly, and the blade pointed directly at Fogo, showing no sign of weakness.

"Fogo! After you die, you will only be able to wander in the darkness, but I will ride on a flaming horse and gallop across the eternal night sky. My light will illuminate the entire sea of ​​grass!"

Duel is the most sacred ritual of the Dothraki. When both sides heard the shouts of their respective khals, the noise gradually subsided and they quickly retreated, clearing a space between them, like a natural arena.

The warriors banged their weapons, the sound was deafening, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Rahalo growled, and Fogo roared in response.

Laharo suddenly exerted force on his feet and rushed towards Fogo.

Askara drew a silver arc and went straight for Fogo's throat.

Fogo swung his sword to block, and the two scimitars collided fiercely, splashing dazzling sparks.

The enormous force caused both of them to tremble slightly.

Laharo did not give Fogo a chance to breathe. His attack was like a tide, each strike faster than the last, and each strike was fatal.

The scimitar seemed to have life, sometimes as swift as thunder, sometimes as light as a swallow, unpredictable.

Although Fogo is fat, he is extremely agile. He defends the goal tightly and still has enough energy to fight back.

The Arakh scimitar swept towards Rahalo at an unexpectedly fast speed. Rahalo hurriedly retreated, but the blade still grazed his chest, and a drop of blood rolled down.

Fogo's speed is faster than he thought!
He had been traveling non-stop these past few days and was not in the best condition. He had just been fighting bravely against the enemy and his physical strength had dropped greatly. He was careless and was taken advantage of by Fogo.

"You sheep-man bastard, you can't win!" Fogo grinned and kicked Rahalo in the stomach again.

The soldiers cheered, even though they were enemies, they still cheered for the warriors.

Laharo dodged the kick, steadied himself, and a cold look flashed across his eyes. "You talk too much nonsense."

With a low roar, he rushed forward, Askara slashed up at an incredible speed, and Fogo's scimitar attacked again, but there was only a "click" sound.

His scimitar was broken!
In an instant, Fogo's pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could scream, the cold blade had already slashed across his abdomen.

His chubby body jolted violently. He lowered his head in disbelief, only to see his abdomen had been cut open, warm blood gushing out, staining the sand beneath his feet red and forming a small pool of blood.

A huge pain struck his heart, and Fogo growled and knelt on the ground, covering the wound with his hands, trying to stop the gushing life, but it was all in vain.

He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes full of disbelief.

He never expected that the sheep-man bastard Laharo, whom he had always looked down upon, would be so brave!
The crowd was silent, their eyes wide open, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Laharo slowly walked behind Fogo, grabbed Fogo's braid, and lifted his head up forcibly.

Fogo's eyes widened, and the scimitar in Laharo's hand was reflected in his cloudy pupils. It was a weapon he had never seen before, and its patterns flashed like flowing water in the firelight.

"what……"

Fogo let out a desperate wail as Askara slashed his neck, causing blood to gush out, staining his beard and chest red. Finally, his consciousness fell into nothingness.

Fogo's fat body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Laharo's face was covered in blood, but his obsidian eyes were sparkling with blazing flames. He held up Fogo's braid, looked up to the sky and roared, echoing through the sea of ​​grass!
"Anha, Khal Rhojosaroon! I, the King of the Sea of ​​Grass!"

The Fogo warriors were even more incredulous.

Their leader, the powerful Khal Fogo, died at the hands of Rahalo, and he was so young!
Fear spread among them like a plague, and their awe of the strong almost made them throw away their scimitars.

However, at this moment, Fogo's blood guards roared, with the flames of revenge burning in their eyes, drew their scimitars, and rushed towards Rahalo regardless of everything.

Although they were afraid of Rhallor's strength, according to the Dothraki tradition, if a khal dies in battle, the blood guards must avenge the khal and then follow the khal to death with a smile!
Under the leadership of the Blood Guards, Fogo's warriors rekindled their fighting spirit, or in other words, became soldiers of sorrow!
They launched a desperate charge towards Rahalo!
Laharo stood beside Fogo's body, coldly scanning the enemy troops that were surging like a tide. He raised his bloody scimitar and roared to his men:

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death! Protect Kaa!"

The morale of Lahalo's people was greatly boosted. They responded with a thunderous roar and surrounded Lahalo tightly, forming a solid line of defense.

A more brutal battle begins again!

However, the huge disparity in numbers soon became apparent.

Most of Fogo's 10,000 warriors were burned to death in the attack on the camp, and a small number died in the previous battle, but the remaining ones were still several times more than Rahalo's, and they were pouring towards Rahalo.

Rahalo's forces were stretched thin.

Kill Rahalo and you will become famous in the Grass Sea!
Laharo and his warriors were immediately plunged into an endless sea of ​​blood!
They wielded their scimitars with all their might, defending their honor with blood and courage. However, the enemy was too numerous, and every swing of the sword came at a huge price.

Laharo's body was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own. Like a tireless beast, he tried to fight his way out, but he had very little strength left.

Kill one hundred, or one hundred and fifty?

Can not remember.

Just when Laharo was exhausted, a burst of rapid horse hooves sounded behind him, like rolling thunder, coming from far away, shaking the earth and everyone's heartstrings!
Laharo turned his head suddenly and saw countless cavalrymen rushing towards him like a tide on the distant horizon, with their iron hooves flying and dust rising.

At the front, a huge horsetail flag fluttered in the wind. It was the flag of Laharo!
Jhogo and his Kas tribe rushed towards the bloody camp like gods descending from heaven!

Laharo's reinforcements have finally arrived!
(End of this chapter)