Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"I don't want to die!"

The sound of his younger brother's terrified cries for help increased the pressure on Garan Tyrell, who was in the middle of a duel.

“Loras…”

The brown-haired knight's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he felt his palms were full of sweat as his repeated failed attacks made him a little flustered.

His breathing quickened as he stared intently at the Dothraki leader before him, who was unarmed yet exuded a dangerous aura, searching for any weakness in his opponent.

"Go to hell!"

Then Garan Tyrell seemed to have found an opportunity, roaring once more as he lunged forward, thrusting his sword straight at Kago's chest.

However, the flaw that the Knights of the Reach saw was a trap deliberately exposed by the experienced duelist Kagor to lure Garan Tyrell into a trap.

"kill!"

Garan Tyrell once again thrust his sword into the air, then swung it horizontally with his other hand, but Kago dodged it with a roll and then kicked him in the back of the knee from behind.

thump--

The Reach Knight, clad in heavy armor, lost his balance and fell to the ground, once again looking disheveled and utterly pathetic, almost dropping his longsword.

"Brother, be careful!"

"Please, save me, I don't want to die."

Loras's tearful voice made Garan Tyrell even more nervous; cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

"Go away!"

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After being kicked to the ground, he dared not be careless and swept his sword to force back Kago who was rushing at him.

Then, using his longsword as a support, he struggled to his feet again, gripping the hilt tightly with both hands.

"It's alright, Loras... don't worry."

"Your brother will definitely save you."

Garland Tyrell, panting heavily, made his promise in a somewhat weak voice.

The surrounding Dothraki warriors, brandishing their scimitars, continued to jeer and jeer.

"Lajat!"

Kago roared in Dothraki, a language signifying battle.

He spread his arms wide, revealing his strong chest, allowing the surrounding tribesmen to admire him. His long braid hung down his back, and then he approached Garan Tyrell with his chest open, open and unguarded.

"what!"

Seeing the other party's arrogant attitude, the River Reef Knight was finally enraged. He roared and pounced on the other party once again.

Snapped--

But this time Garan Tyrell was too hasty and impatient. His sword missed its mark, leaving too much of an opening for Kago to seize. The Dothraki grabbed his wrist, which was holding the sword.

"Oops!"

The brown-haired knight was slightly taken aback, then turned pale with shock.

However, he tried to pull his wrist away, but failed; Kago's hand gripped his wrist tightly like a pair of pliers.

Before Garan Tyrell could react, Kago punched him squarely in the cheek.

bang——

Kago's powerful punch left Garland Tyrell dizzy and disoriented.

Then, with his hands outstretched, he used two fingers like hooks to brutally pierce into the Knight of the Reach's eye sockets, gouging out his eyes.

A sharp pain shot through him, his mind went blank, and the armored knight's muscles trembled violently. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, hot blood streaming from his eyes.

"what!!!"

The Knight of the Reach knight knelt down, letting out an extremely painful scream that made those around him shudder.

"what!!!"

Garan Tyrell's eyes were gouged out, and he collapsed to the ground in agony, his longsword naturally falling to the ground as well.

Kago bent down to pick up his longsword, opened his arms, and basked in the cheers of the Dothraki warriors around him as they watched him triumph.

"Ohhhhh!"

"No...no..."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Duke Mace Tyrell, who was pinned to the ground, saw this scene and his face showed a look of horror.

Because he already knew what was going to happen next.

"Stop!"

"Please! Let him go!"

The Duke of Highgarden cried out in despair, trying to stop what was about to happen, but to no avail.

Kago, wielding this rarely used weapon, approached Garan Tyrell from behind.

The River Reach Knight, his eyes gouged out and blood streaming from his eye sockets, was kneeling on the ground, clutching his eyes in agony, oblivious to what was happening around him.

Then, in the bright sunlight, Kago raised his longsword high, its blade reflecting the light slightly, and slowly thrust it into the gap in Garan Tyrell's neck armor.

"Ho-"

This time, however, the Knight of the Reach did not scream, but spat out blood. For him, this was a relief. The blood quickly seeped out from the gaps in his armor, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

Kago executed the other duelist, the duel ended, and cheers erupted once again.

This is also one of the Dothraki rules: a duel must end with the death of one of the participants.

Since Garan Tyrell has agreed to the duel, even if Kagor wanted to spare his life, he couldn't.

Meanwhile, Garland Tyrell, the second son of House Tyrell, was executed, and Mace Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden, and his youngest son Loras the Younger were also beheaded.

The Dothraki scimitars were very sharp, and they were very skilled at cutting people. The two of them experienced no pain and, right before Velas's eyes, they left this world, their heads rolling to the ground.

"Do not..."

On the city wall of Star Shuttle City.

The lame High Court heir watched in despair as his second brother died in battle, and his father and younger brother were beheaded, yet he was powerless to stop it.

In fact, the war had already ended when the Dothraki suddenly appeared from behind the Reach army.

The army in the Reach suffered a brutal massacre, with extremely heavy casualties, and the land was stained red with blood.

Velas Tyrell, captured by the Dornish army, became the luckiest person in the Tyrell family.

If he falls into the hands of the Dothraki, his life may be in danger.

The day after the war ended, a giant dragon appeared on the horizon, and Viserys rode Balerion from Storm's End.

Chapter 538 Celebrating Victory

Viserys rode a black dragon from Storm's End and appeared in Star Shuttle.

Since the arrival of the new year, the Targaryen army has achieved great success, winning two large-scale battles in just half a month.

The Battle of Starshort was even larger than the Battle of Bronze Gate in the Stormlands, because the Reach army was much larger than the Dornish army.

Intelligence indicates that before the White Walkers' invasion, the Reach had a standing army of over 30,000 men, and after the outbreak of war, the army could be expanded to 80,000 to 100,000 men.

However, these well-equipped Reach troops perished in the Battle of Starshort, suffering a rear attack and massacre by the Dothraki, resulting in extremely heavy losses in the first battle.

Mace Tyrell, Duke of Highgarden, and his youngest son Loras were beheaded. Vilas, the heir to the Tyrell family, was captured alive. The second son, Garan Tyrell the Valiant, fought to the death, and his body was cremated with the Dothraki out of respect for them and their warriors.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

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Viserys appeared in the hall of Starstalker City. The Dornish nobles, led by Anders Erenwood, who were sitting on one side of the hall, quickly pushed up their chairs and stood up to pay their respects.

They dared not neglect this king who had conquered the world. Although Viserys was young, he was ruthless and decisive in his actions, and the number of people he had killed was no less than that of anyone present.

Although his face was rather delicate and handsome, there was a murderous aura hidden in his eyes and brows. A person's temperament is definitely related to certain things he has done.

"Kao!"

"Riding the Dragon Kao!"

"My blood!"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Starshort City hall, the Dothraki tribal chiefs were seated. Kago, the Bloodfist Guard of Viserys, sat at the head of the table, followed by the powerful Kaskers, each exuding a menacing aura, stretching all the way to the far end of the hall.

Although they were dressed in flashy clothes, wearing animal skin armor, bronze belts, and horsehair leggings, and even though they hadn't changed their clothes and attire after killing people the day before, with traces of blood still on their bodies and exuding a strong aura of menace, they still stood up and bowed when they saw Viserys arrive.

Seeing that Viserys could make these arrogant barbarians so obedient, the Dornish nobles sitting opposite him couldn't help but look at each other in astonishment.

Due to their ethnic culture, religious customs, and other reasons, the Dornish people were somewhat out of place in the rest of the Seven Kingdoms and were always looked down upon as 'barbarians' by the mainstream regions of the Seven Kingdoms.

However, when the Dornish met the Dothraki and interacted with them, they suddenly felt that they were far more 'civilized'.

These people are the real barbarians; they burn, kill, loot, and commit all sorts of atrocities.

Yesterday's defeat of the Reach army, which was twice our size, was as easy as having breakfast and doing some light exercise before crushing the Reach army.

If it weren't for Anders Ellenwood pleading for his enemies, all the captured Reach prisoners would likely have been slaughtered.

Because the Dothraki never kept boys taller than a cartwheel when they fought wars, except when they had to sell slaves.

When they grow up, they will seek revenge on the murderers of their fathers. For a race living on primitive rules as their civilization, eliminating enemies is the simplest, most direct, and most effective way to deal with them.

Little Loras died for this reason. He could have escaped death by sheer luck, but unfortunately, the boy was well-nourished and grew slightly taller than his peers...

The Dornish had assumed these Dothraki were hired thugs by Viserys Targaryen, but they were surprised by how obedient these men were when they met him.

Viserys nodded slightly, strode past them, then sat down in the main seat of the Star Shuttle City's hall and raised his hand.

"sit!"

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