Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Velas Tyrell was his student.

He had won the Battle of Highgarden on his first campaign, defeating Dorne commander Anders Erenwood, following the methods in the book; he should be proud of that.

However, books never teach what to do in case of an unexpected situation.

The entire battlefield is now in ruins, and the Reach army has been completely scattered and broken up by the Dothraki army.

Meanwhile, the Dornish army seized the opportunity to rush out, and with the two sides working together from within and without, they inflicted a one-sided massacre on the Reach soldiers.

Screams filled the air as soldiers from the Reach scattered and fled, but they could not outrun the Dothraki horses and were hacked to death.

"it's over..."

With his knowledge, Velas understood that the situation had reached a point of no return.

“Galan”.

"Protect Father and Loras to escape together."

Then, holding onto the battlements, Velas painfully closed his eyes and finally made a decision.

He spoke in a hoarse voice without turning his head.

Chapter 536 Duel

"Brother, what about you?"

Garland was taken aback when he heard his brother's words.

Now, Duke Mace Tyrell and his youngest son Loras have disguised themselves and are preparing to seize an opportunity to break out.

"There are still so many soldiers here, so many men of the Reach, the war is not over yet... I want to stay here."

Velas, his voice hoarse, spoke while leaning on the battlements.

"Don't worry, I'm more useful alive, they won't kill me easily."

Velas's mind was made up, and there was no room for argument; even his father and brothers' persuasion was of no use.

Left with no other option, Garan had to lead his father and brother out of the city through a side gate under the protection of the guards.

Velas was determined to die with more Reach soldiers, and he stood on the city wall watching his father and two brothers go into the distance.

However, they did not expect that this group, which wanted to quietly escape from Star Shuttle City, would be spotted by the Dothraki shortly after leaving the city through the small gate.

"Hoohoho!"

A troop of Dothraki warriors on horseback roared and quickly caught up, surrounding the carriage and the Tyrell guards.

"court death!"

When the valiant Garan Tyrell saw the Dothraki pursuing him, he was both shocked and enraged. He immediately raised his spear and fought back.

The nickname "Valiant" Garan was given to him by his older brother, Velas, because Garan was quite chubby when he was little. Velas was afraid that his younger brother would be bullied, so he gave him the nickname "Valiant" Garan to protect his brother from being ridiculed.

As he grew up, Garan lived up to the nickname his brother had given him. He was tall and strong, far surpassing his brothers, and his swordsmanship was superb. He could easily handle three or four soldiers at the same time.

However, Garan Tyrell, who was practicing swordsmanship in the castle, was still too inexperienced when facing real assassins. The Dothraki grew up in a much harsher environment than he had, and their combat skills were more geared towards application.

Moreover, Garan Tyrell was facing Viserys's Bloodfist Guard, Kargo, the commander of the entire Dothraki army.

Kago immediately spotted a carriage emerging from Star Shuttle City, knowing that it must be carrying important figures from the city who were trying to escape when they saw that the battle was about to end.

So Kago led a dozen or so Dothraki warriors around him to catch up and intercept the group.

Garan Tyrell, clad in bright armor, leaped on his horse and thrust his lance straight at Kago's chest, but the agile Dothraki warrior dodged it by leaning back on his horse.

Ding ding—

Their weapons clashed violently, and Garan's spear bore two clear marks, nearly having its tip severed by the Valyrian steel blade.

Valyrian steel?

Garan was somewhat shocked and angry; he hadn't expected a barbarian to be wielding a Valyrian steel weapon.

The two then exchanged glances, turned their horses around, and charged back at each other.

This time, Kago showed no mercy. He had met a suitable opponent, and he seemed to become excited.

Kago removed his animal hide armor, revealing his strong, dark muscles, and brandished his Arak scimitar as he rode forward once more.

Then, in the instant their horses passed each other, he lunged forward, clamping his legs around the horse's belly to keep from falling, and with a single stroke, severed Garland Tyrell's horse's leg.

Slashing a horse's leg is one of the Dothraki's common fighting techniques, and the proud Rose Family knight was caught off guard. He had never seen such a despicable move before.

The warhorse let out a painful neigh, and Garlan Tillie, on its back, immediately fell headfirst to the ground, his helmet smashed and his head spinning.

Damn it!

Garland Tyrell lay on the ground for a long time before he finally came to his senses.

"Pooh--"

He scrambled to his feet, spat out the dirt he'd eaten, knelt on one knee, and then took off his flattened helmet and threw it to the ground.

Garland Tyrell wanted to berate the other man for his lack of martial ethics and honor, but then he remembered that the other man was an uncivilized barbarian and that they couldn't understand each other's language. So he could only angrily spit out another mouthful of bloody phlegm. It seemed that the fall had loosened his teeth.

"Whoa—"

On the other side, Kago seemed to have gotten interested. He cut off the Rose Knight's horse's leg, but he didn't take advantage of him. He also dismounted and jumped off the horse.

He tossed the scimitar aside, then drew two daggers from his waist and threw them to the ground as well.

Kago threw away all his weapons, bare-handed, arms outstretched, chest exposed, and arrogantly provoked them in Dothraki.

"Hey!"

tata tao...

Amidst the chaotic clatter of hooves, Dothraki warriors wielded their blades, and below, the Tyrell guards screamed in agony.

They were no match for the Dothraki and were wiped out in an instant, leaving only Duke Mace Tyrell and Loras Jr. trembling in fear inside the carriage.

They were roughly dragged out of the carriage, shoved and forced to their knees, with scimitars pressed against their necks.

“Chiftik!”

The Dothraki around him rode on their warhorses, their faces showing contempt and mockery. One of them even kicked Mace Tyrell in the backside.

They were mocking the Duke of Highgarden, calling him a fat pig, a coward who had abandoned his warriors and fled. Such a person was the most despised of them; in Dothraki, this kind of person was associated with cockroaches.

Meanwhile, Garland Tyrell had thrown off his helmet, his hair disheveled, and he looked rather disheveled.

He couldn't understand what the Dothraki man in front of him was saying, but he could see the provocation on the man's face.

Furthermore, his father and younger brother had already been captured by the other side, with knives placed against their necks.

"Damn barbarians!"

Garan was trembling with rage, panting heavily, and fearlessly hurling curses.

He then threw away the spear that was inconvenient for foot combat, drew his longsword from his waist with a clang, and pointed it directly at his opponent.

He did not choose to kneel and surrender to the barbarians who had invaded his homeland, but fought to the death like his brother.

Because he knew that the noble’s game wouldn’t work against these barbarians who couldn’t understand his language. Rather than tarnishing his honor by kneeling and dying, he would rather die standing.

If you can kill the other person, you'll still be considered to have gained something.

Come on!

The River Reach Knight, surrounded by enemies, drew his sword and roared.

The Dothraki, who had surrounded the battlefield, saw that Kagor had accepted his challenge and immediately raised their scimitars, cheering. The Dothraki respected warriors and despised cowards.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

Chapter 537 Beheading

"kill!"

Then the River Reach Knight roared and charged forward, wielding his longsword, slashing at the Blood Alliance Guard, Kago.

Kago, having discarded all his weapons and being unarmed and without armor, appeared remarkably agile in the face of the brave Reach Knight.

Call ~

Garan Tyrell's sword struck the air, and Kago easily dodged his attack.

His long braid swung and slapped against his strong back, the bells on the braid making a sound.

Call ~

Call ~

The Reach Knights then brandished their longswords and advanced step by step, trying to kill the arrogant Dothraki, but Kago dodged them all.

Call ~

Garan Tyrell swept his sword across again, and Kagor, his long braids swung, sidestepped and appeared behind him.

"Come!"

Kill me!

"Then they can live!"

The Dothraki warrior easily dodged Garan Tyrell's attack, pounded his strong chest with one hand, and roared loudly in broken Common.

"Come!"

Having followed Viserys for so long, and having been in Westeros for a year, he had naturally learned some of the Common Tongue.

Kago pointed to Mace Tyrell, who was pinned to the ground, and Garland's younger brother Loras, who was also on the ground.

At this time, Loras was not yet the Knight of Flowers, but merely a boy who had not yet grown up, and the fear on his face was hard to hide.

Kago's meaning was very clear: if Garan Tyrell could defeat him, the two men would live, but if Garan could not defeat him, the two men would die with Garan, and the three of them would go to the underworld together.

This is actually an ancient custom of the Dothraki, whose Khals established their prestige through duels.

Therefore, tribal leaders would seek opportunities on the battlefield to duel one-on-one with enemy warriors.

"Brother, save me!"