Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 32 Gods Bless You
The high walls of Nightsong City looked eerie in the moonlight, and the surface of the moat reflected shimmering light. The entire city seemed to have been muted, with only the occasional footsteps of the guards breaking the tranquility.

Lahalo's cavalry was lurking in the dense forest not far from the moat. Their horses were chewing grass and snorting from time to time. Some of the warriors lowered their heads to wipe their scimitars, while others closed their eyes to rest, occasionally raising their eyelids to look at the city wall.

They held sticks in their mouths and all had indifferent expressions. Nymeria had never experienced a large-scale military battle, so her expression was a little stiff.

Rahalo crouched behind a rock, his eyes fixed on the city wall.

"The signal should be arriving soon." Qiao Ge looked up at the moon disappearing into the clouds and said in a low voice.

"Blood of my blood," Lazar said. "Why would you trust a seven-headed Westerosi? Their words are less reliable than the wind on the sea of ​​grass."

The Faith of the Seven Gods is the belief of all Westeros people except the North, and it is also the only official belief. The seven-headed people are the name given by the Dothraki to the believers of the Seven Gods.

"The Seven cannot hold him to his word," said Rhallor. "Only profit will wag his tail. Like a cow, it only recognizes the hand that feeds it."

...

The side door of the inner castle slowly opened, and Roland slipped out wearing a black cloak.

He stood on tiptoe, trying not to make any sound. His right hand was tightly pressing the hilt of the dagger at his waist. His palms were full of cold sweat and his eyes kept looking around.

After turning a corner, Roland heard footsteps in front of him. He immediately pressed himself against the wall. He could even hear his heartbeat. His back was soaked and felt cold against the wall.

The patrol's torches almost shone on his shoes, but fortunately they didn't notice him and slowly walked away.

Roland turned many corners and finally climbed up the city wall. He pulled a torch from the battlement and stuck his head out to confirm whether Viserys's troops were outside.

Unfortunately, it was dark outside the moat and nothing could be seen.

The sound of changing guards could be heard faintly in the distance. Time was running out, so Roland took a deep breath and let go of his hand.

This is a signal agreed upon by both parties.

The torch pierced through the darkness, fell into the moat, and went out immediately. He began to worry again whether the other party could see it in such a short time.

Roland didn't dare to stay even a moment longer. He turned around and quickly walked down the city wall, heading straight towards the city gate.

...

Laharo narrowed his eyes and tapped the hilt of the knife with his fingers. He had already seen the ball of fire.

Qiao Ge also saw it and immediately reminded, "Blood of my blood, we have to mount the horse."

"Wait a little longer," Rahalo lowered his voice. "We won't move until the city gates are open. Be careful of traps."

The scouts he sent out have been keeping an eye on the movements in Night Song City these days. Although there are no signs of any military deployment in the city and no abnormal supply delivery, they must not take it lightly.

...

Roland walked down the city wall and did not encounter any more patrols. He silently prayed to the Seven Gods, hoping that the plan would go smoothly.

Arriving at the city gate, he looked up and looked around. The guards were all stationed far away from the capstan, and there was no one nearby. His current position was considered a blind spot.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quietly approached the capstan. As soon as his hand touched the wooden pole on the capstan, a dazzling fire suddenly lit up all around!

Roland was suddenly shocked and turned his head suddenly, and saw countless torches rising from the darkness, illuminating the entire city gate area.

He couldn't help but stand there, trembling all over, and his hand slipped off the winch.

"Roland!"

A familiar voice came from behind the firelight. Bryce stood among a group of soldiers, a smug look on his face, a sharp sword in his hand. Roland's heart sank instantly. His lips trembled, and he wanted to explain something, but no words came out.

Bryce took a step forward, his eyes fierce, "I knew you were up to something, and this time, you can't get away!"

He waved to the soldiers behind him, "Catch him!"

...

"Lord Kao, you've overestimated that bastard's courage!" Nymeria taunted, lying beside Rahalo. "Perhaps his brother has already discovered him and is waiting for us to fall into his trap!"

Laharo said nothing, pretending not to hear.

As long as it is a plan, there will be accidents. He is not a god and cannot predict everything. If the plan changes, he can just find a way to solve it. Can a living person be suffocated to death by urine?
"Perhaps the gods have heard of your plan and are deliberately working against you." Nymeria was still upset that Rhaelor had mocked her. "After all, a pagan like you will not be favored by the gods."

There were indeed gods in this world, but Rhaalok had never heard of any achievements made by the Seven Gods.

At this moment, Lazar placed his scimitar against Nymeria's neck. He looked at Rahalo and grinned, "Blood of my blood! This woman is buzzing like a mosquito. Can I kill her?"

"Something is wrong." Rahalo said in a deep voice.

Nymeria raised her hands to show that she posed no threat, but her face showed an expression of expectedness.

"Something's wrong? Yeah! I told you something's wrong a long time ago. The drawbridge won't be lowered, and the city gates haven't opened. Isn't that obvious enough?"

"Shut up!" Rahalo stared at Nymeria. "If you keep talking, I'll have Lazar kill you!"

Nymeria's lips curled up in a challenge, "So, esteemed Lord Kaa, what are you going to do?"

Rahalo raised his hand and pointed into the distance, "There."

She looked in the direction of his finger and saw a low wooden gate hidden under the city wall close to the water. It was almost impossible to find without careful observation.

"Minato!" She frowned, suspicious, "Where are you planning to sneak in? There should be archers there."

"We watch you Andari people shoot arrows like we watch monkeys in a circus."

Rhaharo ignored Nymeria and turned to Jhogo, "Take ten of your brothers and follow me. Lazar, you lead the cavalry and stay put."

The warriors quickly took off their armor, leaving only bows and scimitars, without making any unnecessary noise.

Laharo jumped into the moat first and swam to the other side. The warriors followed closely behind, biting their sticks in silence.

Seeing that all the warriors had reached the shore, Rahalo fixed his eyes on the two guards at the water gate and hooked his finger at Jhogo.

"Kill them!"

When Qiao Ge was swimming, he had been holding his longbow with both hands, and the bowstring was not wet. He nodded when he heard this, and at the same time took out two heavy arrows, put them on the arrow rest, and pulled the bowstring to its full length.

The arrow made a low sound of breaking through the air and hit the throat of the first guard directly. With a "pu" sound, it went out from the back of the neck.

The second arrow hit another guard's eye socket almost at the same time, with such force that it penetrated deep into his brain.

The two guards fell silently, and Minato regained his composure.

On the other side of the river, Nymeria's eyes widened as she jumped to her feet. The provocation in her expression disappeared, replaced by an unconcealable shock.

This guy Jhogo, although he looks unprepossessing, is actually more powerful than Dorne's most elite archers!
(End of this chapter)