Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Jon Clinton, who was already covered in blood after only a short time in the battle, took a couple of deep breaths, wiped the blood from his face, and watched the Dothraki flee into the distance without giving chase.

Instead, he waved his hand.

"withdraw!"

"Let's go back to the city!"

tao tao…

The Targaryen knights who had covered the refugees' entry into the city then turned their horses and retreated into the city of Pentos.

And at this time.

distance.

woo-

Suddenly, a mournful horn sounded, echoing endlessly like ocean waves.

Rumbling--

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming, endless expanse of Dothraki appeared before the eyes of the soldiers atop the walls of Pentos.

at the same time.

beep--

The horns of Pentos also sounded, and at the same time, bells rang out, warning the entire city.

"Close the city gates!"

The commander on the city wall relayed the order.

"Close the city gates!"

The soldiers in charge of managing the city gate began pulling the ropes, the winch made a loud creaking sound, and the city gate was slowly closing.

The refugees who had not yet entered the city surged toward the city gate as if they had gone mad.

Jon Clinton and his knights, who were protecting the refugees, were even stopped at the very end.

They could only watch helplessly as the Dothraki, like waves crashing in from afar, drew ever closer.

"Hoohoho!"

The earth trembled beneath the horses' hooves, and a deafening roar resounded.

Jon felt he could almost smell the nauseating odor emanating from the Dothraki.

"damn it!"

Then the man with the gray-red hair gritted his teeth slightly and drew his blood-stained sword once more.

"Brothers!"

"Turn the horse around!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Jon Clinton spoke loudly.

wow-

All the Targaryen knights who had left the city turned their horses around, adopting the posture of knights ready to die.

However, before Jon could utter his final words to protect the people during their retreat, he suddenly felt the sky above him turn gloomy.

Call ~

A fierce wind howled, dust flew everywhere, and Jon Snow was somewhat disheveled.

"This is…"

next second.

A massive black shadow spread its wings and swept over the knights' heads, swooping down directly towards the Dothraki army in the distance.

Chapter 259 Dragon Flame

woohoo hoo...

Viserys rode on the back of a dragon, the howling winds on both sides constantly filling his ears.

He was clad in bright silver armor and wore a helmet, his long, silver-gold hair dancing wildly in the wind.

He gripped the scales on the dragon's back tightly with both hands, turned slightly to the side, and looked down at the endless Dothraki below with his pale purple eyes.

Meanwhile, the Dothraki charging below raised their heads and looked up at the enormous creature that had suddenly appeared above them.

Rumbling--

A huge shadow loomed over the ground and was rapidly approaching.

Its wings flapped, whipping up a fierce wind and dust, creating an unparalleled sense of oppression at a very close distance from the ground.

"Ho-"

Bellerion opened his massive maw and let out a deep roar that carried far and wide, echoing across the entire battlefield.

"This is..."

All the Dothraki at the forefront of the charge suddenly panicked, after all, this was a terrifying monster they had never seen before.

Although the Dothraki were fearless and believed that they would become stars in the sky after death, they were extremely superstitious and would categorize anything of unclear meaning as a miracle.

Just as the Dothraki believed that Viserys's fire was the result of a witch using despicable blood magic.

"Jin!"

“Voijor!”

The Dothraki were thrown into chaos, and their charging formation became loose.

All the Dothraki strained to rein in their horses, shouting incoherent words that sounded like "gods" but were otherwise unclear.

Their mounts were clearly startled, emitting a series of neighs.

This sudden appearance of a colossal creature was far more frightening than a tiger, triggering the warhorses' primal instincts of fear.

The Dothraki roaring warriors shouted loudly, pulling on the reins to keep their mounts from scattering and running away.

Viserys rode on the back of a dragon, his long hair flowing in the wind, his eyes fixed on the Dothraki below who were suddenly thrown into chaos.

Then he took a deep breath and spoke in standard Higher Valyrian, his voice cold and deep.

"Dracarys!"

Dragon Flame—

next second.

boom--

A dazzling crimson pillar of fire crashed down from the sky and struck the earth.

It directly engulfed the Dothraki who were in the midst of chaos, trying to restrain their frightened warhorses.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky over the open plain.

The ear-piercing screams and the crackling sound of flames burning flesh and fat filled the air. Countless Dothraki were instantly reduced to ashes by the dragon's flames.

Many more Dothraki, whose bodies were engulfed in flames as the pillars of fire struck the earth, let out piercing screams of agony.

Their warhorses, already out of control and engulfed in flames, were running wildly in all directions, crashing into the ranks of the more frightened Dothraki and causing even greater chaos.

The sounds of groans, screams, the crackling of flesh being burned through, and incomprehensible curses, along with the aroma of roasted meat, spread rapidly into the distance.

call…

Belerien spread his wings, and his dragonfire cleaved the earth, carving a deep furrow through the vast, dark mass of Dothraki.

...

"This is..."

But in the distance.

Surrounded by the Blood Alliance Guards, the three Kao felt a chill run down their spines at the sight.

"Is this Viserys's dragon?"

They lived in the east of the continent, though they had heard that the Valyrian Dragon King had once ruled this land.

Later, it was said that in the distant Norfolk Mountains, a wandering 'Khao' from across the Narrow Sea hatched an extinct dragon.

However, the Dothraki horse king did not take this legendary dragon seriously. When the Valyrian dragons ravaged the land, the ancestors of the Dothraki were still hiding in their ancestral land, drinking blood and eating raw meat as barbarians.

There are not many records about dragons in the Dothraki's memories and heritage, and even if that wandering 'Khal' possessed the legendary dragon, how big could it have grown in just a few short years?

Both Jaco and Bonok, who had a past connection with Viserys but whose names Viserys didn't actually know, exchanged glances.

Then.

A deep, desolate roar came from above them at that moment.

The three Khao below were not very noticeable in the crowd of Dothraki.

They all looked up at the enormous figure overhead, watching it hover and fly above the Dothraki army, occasionally spewing out large swaths of dragonfire that covered the earth.

A large number of Dothraki warriors were engulfed in flames, struggling for a few moments with screams of agony, before collapsing into the fire.

Viserys rode on the back of the dragon, his hands gripping the scales tightly, feeling the howling wind in his ears.

This was his first time riding Bellerion into battle; he had no prior combat experience.

Viserys suddenly felt that he should find an opportunity to make a suitable set of armor for Bellerion, so that it would be more convenient for him to ride.

Indeed, practice makes perfect.

However, the thought only flashed through his mind; he was currently searching for the location of the three Khals in the Dothraki army in the sky.

Viserys learned from his previous victory over Khal Drogo and decided that to defeat the Dothraki, he must first capture their leader.

If Khal Drogo were to die in the Dothraki army, the entire Khalasar would collapse and fall into chaos in an instant.

The remaining few tribes of Kas will lead their people to withdraw from the battlefield, reserving some strength for the upcoming battle for the Kao.