Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 6: Invite the Guests Back
Killing Drogo does not automatically make Rhakalor the new khal. The death of a khal often means the division of the khalasar.

The Dothraki are very loyal to the Khaa. Although they admire strength, they will not easily surrender to a newcomer with no military achievements.

Warriors either follow a newly emerged power, form smaller khalasars, or become homeless exiles.

Rhahalo was well aware of this, but he and Drogo were already locked in a life-and-death struggle, and he had no choice but to save his own life.

Fortunately, as the son of Khal Drogo, his bloodline made him more qualified than anyone else to become the new Khal.

However, bloodline alone is not enough.

Only by using overwhelming force to convince others can one consolidate his position.

More importantly, Khal Dro's former confidants, subordinates, and even some ordinary warriors are likely to choose to support him because of their loyalty to him.

However, all these are just possibilities. Only by fighting your way out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses with your own hands can you get certainty.

Most of the warriors looked blankly at Drogo's headless body, then looked at Rahalo who was holding Drogo's head with a knife, and were at a loss as to what to do.

After a while, they came back to their senses from the shock, cursing and drawing their scimitars. For a moment, the air was filled with a dangerous atmosphere, and a new killing spree was about to break out in the next moment!
At this moment, Ser Jorah Mormont grabbed Daenerys's arm and protected her behind him. At the same time, he looked at Rahalor vigilantly and whispered, "Your Highness, we must leave here quickly!"

Jorah took advantage of the chaos to protect Daenerys and retreated step by step, preparing to stay away from Rhallor, the source of the chaos.

On the other side, Viserys was pale, his legs were trembling, and he kept holding Illyrio's arm tightly.

He was not familiar with Rahalo, who could execute Drogo in such a cruel way. Not to mention the plan of exchanging his sister for the army, it was even a question whether he could keep his life now!

Illyrio struggled to free himself from Viserys's grip, and they both stumbled behind the crowd.

The Targaryen restoration plan that he and Varys had painstakingly devised failed at the very beginning!
At this time, Coholro, Haggo, and Qotho, the three most loyal blood guards of Khal Drogo, cursed Rahalo with vicious words and rushed towards him with scimitars in hand, ready to avenge their Khal!
They are the chosen warriors of the Khalasar, the shadows of Drogo, sharing all his wealth and honor, and now they are launching a desperate charge for the death of their master!
Coholo was tall and fat, with a bald head that reflected the light of the fire.

His hooked nose and uneven teeth, which usually made him look very ferocious, were now distorted by anger and he rushed towards Rahalo first.

Hago followed closely behind with bloodshot eyes.
In contrast, Koso was much calmer. He was like a cunning fox, waiting for an opportunity on the periphery of the battlefield, ready to strike back at any moment when Rahalo showed a flaw.

The blood alliance they swore to was dead, and all their honors were a thing of the past. It didn't matter if they were outnumbered, they only wanted to chop Rahalo into pieces and follow Drogo with the pleasure of revenge!

Facing the siege of three people, Laharo remained as still as a mountain, without a trace of panic on his face.

He is not afraid of Drogo, so there is no reason for the three minions to be afraid!

Cohollo's scimitar tore through the air and slashed towards Lahalo with thunderous force, as if to cut Lahalo in two!

However, Laharo just slightly turned his body, and Coholro's blade almost brushed against the corner of his clothes, bringing up a gust of wind, but it didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Hago's attack followed closely, and his scimitar was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, going straight for Rahalo's throat.

A cold light flashed in Laharo's eyes, and the scimitar in his hand drew an arc like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

With a light "Puff..." sound, Hago's head flew up into the sky, and blood gushed out like a fountain, leaving a bloody trail in the air.

His body rushed forward a few steps under the influence of inertia before falling to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

Seeing this, Koso knew that he was definitely no match for Laharo, so he decided to retreat temporarily and look for another opportunity to strike!
However, in the moment he hesitated, Laharo's eyes had already fallen on him.

Koso felt as if he was being stared at by a Heracles, and turned around desperately, trying to avoid the lightning strike!
But Laharo didn't give him any chance at all. He took a step forward and the Damascus scimitar flashed a cold light.

The speed is so fast that it even exceeds the ability of human vision to capture it.

With a "puff", another head fell to the ground!
There was still a strong sense of unwillingness on Koso's face, as if he couldn't believe that he died so easily, without even having time to scream.

Coholo witnessed the tragic death of his two companions in an instant, his eyes filled with determination. He swung his scimitar and chopped at Lahalo's head with the force of a mountain.

Laharo didn't even dodge, but simply raised his scimitar above his head, blocking Coholro's blade, and his other hand lightly grabbed his wrist.

Cohollo only felt an irresistible force coming from his wrist, followed by a crisp "crack" sound, and his wrist was actually broken by Laharo!

Cohollo groaned, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Just then, Rahalo grabbed his long braid and yanked it downwards.

Cohollo was forced to bend like a shrimp, and Laharo raised his knife and cut off Cohollo's long braid cleanly and neatly, and also cut off a piece of his scalp.

Instead of killing Cohollo outright, he chose a more humiliating method.

This is a necessary measure to deter the public and achieve maximum stability at the lowest cost.

"Ah ah ah..."

Cohollo groaned again, covered his bloody scalp, and fell to his knees.

Rahalo held Cohollo's bloody braid in his hand and looked around.

The other Dothraki warriors were completely shocked by this scene. They stared at Rahalo in amazement, their eyes full of awe and no trace of fighting spirit left.

Rhahalo glanced at everyone, raised his braid high in the air, and let the blood drip onto the ground. His voice was filled with intimidation:
"I am the son of Khal Dro! Rhahalo, the Iron-blooded Son! Is there anyone else who wishes to avenge Drogo?"

The whole place was dead silent, you could hear a pin drop, only Cohollo's painful groans echoed in the air.

No one stood up to challenge Rahalo, as they were all completely conquered by the absolute power and thundering methods displayed by Rahalo!

"Since there is no ..."

Rhallor looked around at everyone and said loudly, "Then please invite our guests back! I, Khal Rhallor, will continue this unfinished wedding!"

(End of this chapter)