Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

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Viserys squinted, trying to make out the densely packed Dothraki below, which resembled a vast ocean.

They mingled together, most of them wearing painted animal skin vests and horsehair leggings. The Khao wouldn't wear anything more special, except that their braids might be quite long.

However, given the height of the plane and the speed at which Bellerion was flying, Viserys had difficulty distinguishing which one was their Kho.

"Bellerian, have you found their leader?"

Amidst howling winds and his long, silver-gold hair dancing wildly, Viserys gripped the scales tightly with both hands and asked.

"Ho-"

However, Bellerion hovered in mid-air, then lowered its altitude and spewed out a burst of crimson flames, letting out a roar.

It also failed to identify who the leader of these little ants was.

And on the ground below.

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Belerien's massive form swept over the heads of the three Dothraki horse kings, the dragon's heavy breathing sounding like thunder.

Rumbling--

Then a tremendous roar shook the earth, and a sea of ​​fire descended behind them.

Chapter 260 Dragon Slayer

The three Khaoos had learned their lesson. Knowing that Viserys was looking for him, they hid in the crowd without giving themselves away, thus escaping Viserys's notice.

Then, looking at the dazzling pillar of fire descending from the sky behind him, cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Although the Dothraki are fearless, that's just a way of encouraging the tribesmen. As a Khal, he still hopes to live as long as possible.

"Is this a dragon? This is simply a monster!"

"The warriors of Dothraki are brave, but how can they deal with such a demon?"

Jaco, who had crawled out from under the horse's belly, was still somewhat shaken. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but speak.

As the terrifying behemoth swooped down and approached, he could even smell the pungent sulfur emanating from it.

He really thought he was going to die.

Fortunately, the dragons did not breathe fire from above their heads.

Giacomo spoke for everyone present, and even Bonokao, who was not on good terms with him, surprisingly agreed with his point of view.

There was simply no way to continue this battle.

Although the Dothraki warhorses were well-trained, they were still frightened by wild beasts such as tigers and leopards, which was an instinctive animal reaction.

Sending warhorses to face a terrifying dragon is even more difficult to control unless they are already familiar with it.

The Dothraki's strength lies largely in their horseback riding; if their warhorses become ineffective against dragons, then the Dothraki's threat is significantly reduced.

"Your Excellency King Horse."

At that moment, a man with neatly trimmed short hair and dressed in a simple gray robe, who was following the three knights, spoke in High Valyrian.

He had just been startled by the sight of the dragon swooping down, and he thought he was about to die.

He could even see the dragon knight sitting on the back of the giant dragon.

However, he can no longer recognize the other person's figure.

The boy who first arrived in Braavos eight years ago appeared calm on the surface, but there was an unconcealable panic in his eyes.

Trembling with fear, as if walking on thin ice.

But now.

Viserys rode on the back of a dragon and charged down at the thousands of horses. The dragon's flames burned the earth, and the Dothraki horse king, known for his bravery, hid under the horse's belly in fright.

Cleon looked up at the departing dragon in the sky and sighed softly.

He was the Braavos municipal official who received Viserys eight years ago when he disembarked.

Then Cleon withdrew his gaze and looked at the three Dothraki horse kings in front of him, along with their Blood Guards.

"Your Majesty, King Dothraki."

"Do you remember the weapon Braavos gave you to fight the dragon?"

"Now is the time to use them!"

The Dothraki were not productive workers, and the siege weapons they made were simply awful, crudely made. Therefore, Braavos gifted them weapons to fight dragons, giant crossbows that could be called 'dragon slayers'.

However, due to the low accuracy, it's not so easy for a giant crossbow to hit a fast-flying dragon.

Furthermore, given the dragon's physique, it can withstand several blows unless it is directly hit in a vital area such as the eyes.

Braavos's main goal was to use the giant crossbow to limit the black dragon under Viserys's command, at least to prevent it from running rampant.

However, despite being poor and having nothing, the Dothraki were too arrogant to want to use these weapons.

They believed that the warriors of the Dothraki could defeat any enemy.

Although they eventually accepted these giant crossbows, they had no intention of using them, but instead used horses to pull them to the rear of the army along with the supply wagons.

Now, the words of Braavos's messenger Cleon have been translated into Dothraki and spoken to the Khals.

Then the Khao looked at each other in bewilderment, only to remember that the Braavos people seemed to have given them weapons to fight the dragon.

Jaco and Bonokao, both with long braids, exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Mosokao, with his gray hair, hesitated for a moment before speaking in Dothraki.

"Do as the messenger from Braavos says."

Having lived for so many years, old Kao had long understood some truths, and he didn't care about so-called face. He then waved his hand dismissively.

"Bring out those giant crossbows!"

"Yes, it is the blood of my blood."

At Mosokao's command, his Blood Oath Guards stepped forward, mounted their horses, turned them around, and, ignoring the still-burning dragon flames behind them, spurred their horses toward the location where the giant crossbows were stored.

Meanwhile, the Blood Guards of Jaco and Bonokao did not move an inch, merely watching coldly from the sidelines.

Although the three khalasas have now joined forces to attack Pentos, these Dothraki, who are usually locked in internal strife, cannot simply put aside all their grudges overnight.

They only listen to their own khao, and they won't move an inch unless their khao gives the order.

Meanwhile, the winds continued to howl in the sky.

Viserys sat on the dragon's back, crouching low to avoid the rain of arrows below. After overcoming their initial fear, the Dothraki gradually launched a counterattack under the orders of their respective Kaskers.

The Dothraki were skilled with scimitars, short bows, and long whips. The short bow was a double-curved bow adapted for mounted archery, made of bent animal horn, wood, or animal bone.

The Dothraki and Dornish people especially favored this bow because they could easily unleash a deadly rain of arrows on their enemies from horseback, rather than firing at targets one by one.

bang bang bang-

The bowstrings rang out one after another, like raindrops hitting the ground.

A barrage of arrows rained down on Bellerion as he swooped down, but the dragon's hard scales could stop these ordinary arrows.

Ding ding ding.

The Dothraki arrows rained down, striking Belerion's scales with a metallic clang before falling to the ground.

And at this time.

Bang!

A sudden, loud snap of the bowstring slamming shut drowned out the other sounds of bowstrings snapping.

A spear, at least two meters long, shot out with a sharp whistling sound, flying straight towards Bellerion in the sky.

"Ho-"

The black dragon has sharp eyes and is very intelligent.

It spotted the menacing spear at a glance, then let out a low growl and tilted its head slightly in mid-air.

whoosh-

The spears fired from the giant crossbow shot straight into the sky from a distance of more than ten meters from Bellerion's head.

"Giant crossbow."

Viserys, perched on the dragon's back, felt a slight unease upon witnessing this scene.

Although the giant crossbow has an extremely low hit rate, it can still pose a real threat to the dragon.

"Belle Rien!"

Viserys whispered.

As if enraged, Bellerion unleashed a burst of dragonfire at the spot where the giant crossbow had just been fired.

Rumbling--

The flames once again cleansed the earth.

The Braavos soldiers who fired the giant crossbows let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Chapter 261 Return

Bellerion unleashed a torrent of flames, engulfing several giant crossbows on the ground.

whoosh-

whoosh-

Several more spears then flew into the air, but they all went wildly off course.

Then, at Viserys's command, the black dragon roared, gained altitude, spread its wings, and flew back towards the distant direction of Pentos.

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