Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 56: Curse of the Drowned God

The pirate ship was getting closer and closer, and the pirates' ferocious expressions could be seen.

Suddenly, countless torches lit up in the darkness, like stars. The warriors lit the cloth strips on the mouths of the bottles, and the Molotov cocktails drew bright arcs in the night sky.

The next moment, flames exploded on the Ironborn longship!

It was really too close. Although shooting arrows on the shaking deck was impressively accurate, throwing Molotov cocktails was as easy as putting meat on your plate.

Several Ironborn longships, because they were too excited, rushed too fast and were the first to be hit, becoming sitting ducks.

The turquoise flames quickly engulfed the deck, spread to the sails, and then burned the oars, burning the flesh and hair of the ironmen.

The terrified faces twisted and deformed in the green flames, and eventually turned into charcoal!
The deck collapsed, and the Iron Men screamed in the flames, turning into firemen and falling into the sea. However, the flames clung to the surface of the sea and finally burned them to death in the water.

The flames illuminated the entire sea area ahead, dyeing the waves a terrifying green light.

The Ironborn fleet's formation was in chaos. Some of the ships tried desperately to turn around in a hurry, while others directly ran into the rear and were engulfed in flames.

Laharo looked at the iron box which was becoming emptier and emptier, frowning slightly.

Most of the Molotov cocktails were used up in Westeros, and there were not many left. Only about twenty enemy ships were burned.

At the same time, at the bow of the Silent, Euron Greyjoy's pupils reflected the turquoise sea, and the muscles on his face twitched.

The essential skills of a leader are to take the lead in the charge, boost morale, and finally fall to the end of the team without anyone noticing and take in the overall situation.

He had thought these Dothraki were nothing more than wild dogs that had wandered into the sea, and that with a flick of his finger he could send them all into the arms of the Drowned God.

But now, in just one encounter, they lost one-fifth of their fleet!

The air smelled of burning, and the sea breeze, carrying waves of heat, blew across the black Valyrian armor he wore.

"Interesting." He licked his blue lips and waved his hand violently. "Boarding from the flank! Kill them all!"

Then, the horn sounded, and the Ironmen grasped their weapons, with hooks and ropes all ready!
The Silent was the first to accelerate, and the other warships followed closely behind, like a violent wave hitting a dam, and directly hit the Dothraki fleet.

"Hold on tight and prepare for impact!" the Dothraki lookout shouted.

Suddenly, the longship's ram slammed into the side of the ship, causing the ship to shake violently, the deck to crack, and wood chips to fly everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, iron hooks were swung over and hooked onto the ship's hull. Almost at the same time, the Iron People pirates jumped onto the deck, weapons in hand, and rushed into the crowd.

The warriors brandished their scimitars to meet the enemy, but the ground beneath their feet was a deck, not grassland. They could not charge on horseback, their speed was limited, and all previous tactics became meaningless.

The Iron Men were warriors on the sea, and they defeated the warriors on the Grass Sea, causing their blood to flow down the deck into the sea. People kept falling into the sea and being swept away by the waves.

Not far away, a Dothraki ship was being attacked by two Ironborn longships. The warriors on the deck fought desperately, but the enemy had more and more people, and the situation seemed irreversible.

Euron Greyjoy, clad in black Valyrian armor, stretched his arms wide, his shrill laughter echoing on the wind.

"Kill them all!"

His voice was like the cawing of a crow. "Throw all these wild dogs from the land into the sea! Let them know that this sea belongs only to the Ironborn!"

However, his excitement didn't last long before his smile suddenly froze on his face.

I saw the waves surging ahead, and a huge monster rushed out from the Dothraki fleet!
Its long trunk slid along the surface of the sea, the waves rolling up into whitecaps. A massive snake head rose high, its bloody mouth still stained with blood, like the Grim Reaper crawling out of the deep sea! At first, the pirates feigned composure, but as the behemoth approached, their breathing grew heavier, their faces paler, and fear crept up each of their backs like a venomous snake.

"What kind of monster is that!"

An Ironborn man's voice trembled, his hand loosened, and the sharp battle axe pierced into the deck with a "click".

"This is the Drowned God's curse!"

"The Drowned God has sent the Dothraki to bring disaster upon us!"

"Euron is a blasphemer, and his retribution has finally come!"

The fear spread faster than expected, and the high morale collapsed in an instant. They had never seen anything like this before, and their shouts were mixed with thick fear.

The Ironborn captain tried to calm his troops, even chopping off a few panicked heads.

But as the second and third longships began to turn around and flee, the captains' rebukes became increasingly ineffective. Even beheadings were of no use, and some were even killed by their own men.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the remaining captains simply turned around and ran away.

The Ironborn fleet's formation was in disarray, and no signal from the flagship could stop them from fleeing in all directions!
The Dothraki were stunned for a moment, and then they figured it out. Kaa had tied the dead sea snake to the boat and was charging towards the enemy flagship!
The Dothraki began to stomp the ground, beat their chests, hit the side of the ship with their weapons, let out a deafening war roar, and their eyes were burning with fighting spirit!
"forward!"

The Dothraki warships followed their khal closely, rowing hard and heading straight for the Silent One!

Rhahalo stood atop the sea serpent's head, Valyrian steel sword raised high, and his shout pierced the wind and roared over the waves to the bow of the Silent One.

"Euron! The Dothraki are your doom! Today, I will send you to see the Drowned God!"

Euron stared at the Dothraki on the sea serpent, feeling extremely shocked.

It has always been his dream to subdue a sea monster. He sacrificed countless priests and monks, but not only did he fail to do it, he had never even seen one. However, the Dothraki did it. How is this possible?

Gods and Buddhas all over the sky, you biased guys!

After today, I will destroy your temple, burn your statues to ashes, and kill all the monks. I will curse you for the rest of my life!
The corners of his mouth raised a mad arc, "You idiots! It's just a corpse!
It's dead! Dead!"

His voice echoed throughout the deck, but the sailors' eyes were still filled with fear, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling.

Fear gradually spread to the rowers below the deck, but unfortunately they all had no tongues and could not scream, so they could only make a hissing sound from their throats.

Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed. He pushed his companions away, jumped into the sea from the porthole regardless of everything, and swam desperately away.

After the first one, there was a second one. The rowers all started to escape mode. The sides of the hull were like dumplings, and the Silent completely lost power.

"Damn coward!"

Seeing the fleet go from victory to defeat, Euron's eyes were bloodshot, he raised his sword high and roared hoarsely.

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you!"

Before he could finish his words, Laharo's sea monster warship carrying the warriors crashed directly into the side of the Silent, making a deafening noise!

(End of this chapter)