Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 17: A Horse's Weight of Gold

The setting sun was like blood, soaking the bloody valley along the Saihelu River.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of scorched earth and horse manure, which was disgusting.

The valley floor looked like it had been plowed by a giant beast, with corpses strewn across the ground, broken limbs soaked in the river water, and broken arakhs stuck crookedly in the ground.

Vultures circled in the sky, waiting for their opportunity to strike, and crows pecked greedily at the carrion, making creepy cries.

The Jakarans held huge axes and shuttled across the battlefield. When they saw dead or dying people, they would chop them down with an axe, physically incarnating them and harvesting their heads.

The Dothraki believed that touching the body of someone they had not killed was a bad omen, so only a Jakkaran could do the job.

"Jhogo!" Rahalo looked up and shouted.

Qiao Ge came closer and dismounted, his face filled with excitement that could not be concealed: "Blood of my blood, we have won an epic victory!
That vile hyena, Jaco, has had his braid cut off and hung on a flagpole for public display!

"Where's the spoils? How's the inventory going?"

"There are over 80,000 war horses and draft horses! They are fat and strong, all of them are top-quality horses!
There are also cattle and sheep, countless in number, as numerous as the stars in the land of night, enough to feed Karasar for several years!

We also found gold as heavy as a horse, and tens of thousands of women, children, and slaves!"

The Dothraki are very brave, but unfortunately they are not good at mathematics.

A horse weighs about 800 pounds, which is 12800 ounces.

One gold royal weighs about 0.28 ounces, or 8 grams, which means the seized gold is worth about 50,000 gold royals.

In comparison, the so-called generous gift given by Illyrio was only 500 gold dragons, which was too stingy.

According to the rules, Laharo would take 20%, which meant about 16,000 horses and 10,000 gold royals, and the rest would be distributed among all members according to their merits.

Every warrior has a share!
The Caskos were all bloodriders, and according to tradition, they could share their wealth and wives with the khals, with the exception of their warhorses.

However, no one follows this inhumane tradition now. What's more, Rhallor does not have this unique hobby, and even Daenerys's maids do not allow them to touch him.

If you want women, you can go and rob them. There are plenty of them on the continent of Essos, and there are countless wives of lords and nobles on the other side of the narrow sea.

By then, when the enemy is at the gates, we will have as many troops as we want, and I guarantee these rough guys will be so happy that they can’t stop laughing!
Laharo looked around and shouted, "The war horses must be taken good care of, and the cattle and sheep must be carefully counted!

Let the meritorious warriors choose the women and children first! Let them graze our sheep and bear our children!

The warriors waved their weapons and cheered loudly, some of them couldn't wait to enjoy the fruits of victory right there.

Rahalo glanced across the battlefield and suddenly noticed that some of the packhorses' leather bags were bulging, as if they were filled with a lot of stuff, and there was a faint fragrance wafting out.

"Bring those sacks here," he said.

Several warriors immediately ran over, hurriedly took off the leather bag, and placed it in front of Lahalo.

When the cloth bag was opened, a pungent smell hit me in the face. Inside was a pile of bright red meat chunks, covered with a layer of white crystals, like coarse salt.

Laharo picked up a small piece, put it under his nose, sniffed it, and licked it gently.

A spicy, slightly bitter smell with a hint of coolness spread, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

"It's saltpeter!"

The warriors looked at each other, wondering why Kaa was making such a fuss.

Qiao Ge also came over and asked curiously, "Blood of my blood, what is saltpeter? Isn't it the salt of the rock?"

The Dothraki Grass Sea is a vast area with rich mineral resources, including natural saltpeter mines.

The Dothraki people live a nomadic life and often need to migrate and fight long distances, so preserving food becomes an important issue.

Saltpeter is a natural preservative that prevents food from rotting and gives meat a unique flavor.

However, saltpeter is not a food additive to Laharo, but gunpowder, guns and cannons, and the capital to conquer the continent of Westeros!
Saltpeter was available, the Qohor Forest was the largest forest on the known continent, stretching for hundreds of miles, and there was also plenty of charcoal.

The only thing they lack is sulfur. The Sea of ​​Grass has no volcanoes, but the Sorrowful Realm does. Unfortunately, the plague is rampant there, and it is said to be infested with grayscale patients, so no one dares to approach. The small amount of sulfur in Khalasar is obtained through scattered trade, usually used to treat skin diseases in horses.

The most famous volcano in this world, besides Dragonstone, is the Valyrian Peninsula. Dragonstone belongs to the Baratheon family. The Valyrian Peninsula is even more terrifying than the Sorrowful Territory. It not only has plagues, but also curses. It is difficult to obtain from either side.

At this time, Old Mosso found Rahalo, his face full of worry, "Blood of my blood, Lazar is missing."

Rahalo frowned and asked, "Shouldn't Lazar be traveling with you?"

Mosso shook his head. "I asked everyone in Kasri, but no one had seen him. His deputy said he rode away alone, saying he was going to look for you."

Laharo's heart sank instantly.

Lazar is loyal and brave, but sometimes too reckless.

He left alone, he must have thought that there was something urgent that needed to be reported to him immediately, so he acted alone regardless of the danger.

It is likely that Fogo has a large army.

"Which direction did he go?" Laharo asked anxiously.

"It should follow the path you took, eastward along the Forest of Qohor."

"Damn it!"

The Dothraki Sea is vast, and finding a troop in the vast sea of ​​grass is as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

What's more, the direction Lazar is going to go is through the Qohor Forest, and he is likely to encounter scouts and deserters!

"Jhogo!" Rahalo ordered immediately, "Gather three thousand warriors immediately, bring the best horses and plenty of food, and we will set out immediately!"

Three thousand Dothraki warriors were quickly assembled.

Rahalo jumped on his horse, drew his scimitar, pointed it to the north, and shouted, "West, northwest, and north, one thousand men each, search for Lazar! Move out!"

Three thousand cavalrymen followed closely behind, their horses' hooves kicking up clouds of dust as they galloped off in three directions.

Three days later, at dusk, some horse hoof prints were finally discovered on the edge of the Qohor Forest.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Laharo's heart, and he immediately ordered the team to enter the forest.

Suddenly, a trail of blood was discovered on the ground ahead, extending forward. Lahalo's heart tightened, and he immediately spurred his horse over.

Pushing aside a pile of dense bushes, Laharo saw Lazar lying on the ground with multiple injuries on his body, and his blood had stained the surrounding soil red.

His warhorse fell to the side, its body riddled with arrows, and it had already died.

Lazar's face turned pale, and it was not until he saw that it was Rahalo that he showed a relieved smile.

"Blood of my blood... you're here... I'm glad you're okay!"

"Blood of my blood! Life of my life!" Rhallor breathed a sigh of relief and tightly grasped Lazar's hand. "Quick, send him back to Khalasar and give him to Mirri for treatment!"

"The blood of my blood," Lazar said hesitantly, "She is a witch..."

"Wu, you big-headed ghost! She's a doctor and can save your life!" Rahalo cursed. "It doesn't matter if the cat is black or white, as long as it can catch mice, it's a good cat!"

Lazar was stunned.

Although I don't understand what My Blood of Blood is saying, it seems very powerful.

Thanks to Mr. Nensu for the reward of 100 Qidian coins.

Thanks to Apologies for the reward of 200 Qidian coins.

I will definitely write it with all my heart to repay your support!!

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(End of this chapter)