Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Furthermore, Evan charged ahead in later battles and was eventually knighted by Viserys himself.

Such an honor is rare; Viserys has only bestowed it upon a handful of people to date, one of whom was his personal bodyguard, Sir Bessie. Therefore, Evan has always been deeply grateful to Viserys.

"Is that so?"

Viserys, sitting on his horse, turned his head slightly to look at his surroundings after hearing Evan's words.

tata tao...

The horses' hooves clattered lightly on the stone pavement, and soldiers bustled about nearby.

However, the surrounding area of ​​Viserys was now filled with ruins, steeped in history, but showing no trace of its former appearance.

More than half a year has passed since the expedition began to expand territory, and Andalus has almost restored the territory of the ancient Andalus Kingdom.

Except for the area south of Velvet Mountain, the 'flatlands' now controlled by the Pentos, which was once the southern frontier of the ancient Andas Kingdom and has not yet been conquered.

Now, Viserys is leading an expedition to Andalus to conquer these unclaimed lands. He is not only taking over the Andals who migrated to Andalus, but also the Andal villages that did not migrate back then. This also includes a large number of Rhoynar villages.

"Over here..."

"Hurry up! Don't fall behind!"

Soldiers, weary from their long campaign, are now traversing this ancient and abandoned city-state of Rhoyna, inspecting everything within its walls.

Now, the Targaryen army is no longer composed solely of Andals; a large number of Rhoynar have been captured during the past six months of expansion warfare.

Many of these Rhoynar had joined the Targaryen banner, and now, after six months of fighting, their numbers had not decreased but had instead snowballed.

Just then, a horse came galloping from afar.

A Loyna warrior sat on horseback, his body stained with blood and seemingly pierced by several arrows.

Then his body swayed and he fell off the horse.

Chapter 108 The Dothraki

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

Viserys felt a slight pang of anxiety upon seeing this, then dismounted and quickly walked to the wounded soldier.

Sir Evan, who was beside him, quickly dismounted and followed, then called for the army's healers.

"What about people?"

"Someone come quick!"

Not long after, a military medic skilled in herbal medicine rushed over with his medicine box to treat the wounded soldier.

The soldiers searching the abandoned city-state all noticed this.

A few whispered words caused a commotion, but it quickly subsided; it would be a miracle not to get injured in the army.

However, they didn't know who attacked them...

Viserys, dressed in civilian clothes, knelt down in front of the wounded soldier, his black cloak draped over the weed-covered ground.

"how is the situation?"

He was helping the medic carefully remove the arrow from the soldier's bloody wound, but as soon as the arrow was removed, blood gushed out.

Viserys quickly covered the wound with his hand to stop the bleeding from getting out too much.

"coming!"

At this moment, soldiers nearby carried over some hot wine.

Ser Evan, who was following Viserys, was worried about having nothing to do and not being able to get involved. When he saw the wine being taken over, he quickly took it from the other person and then followed the healer to use it to clean the soldier's wounds.

Viserys was replaced by the enthusiastic Sir Evan, and thus withdrew his blood-stained hands, washing them in a basin on the other side to clean off the blood.

The injured soldier's dazed mind was instantly cleared by the strong stimulating effect of alcohol.

"hiss…"

His facial muscles twitched from the pain, and cold sweat instantly slid down his forehead. But then he saw Viserys squatting in front of him, and struggled to sit up while speaking.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

"We were attacked by the Dothraki..."

This Rhoynar soldier was part of one of the scout squads sent out by Viserys, who continued their exploration after leaving the ruined city of Gordoh.

They then arrived at the Trident River, where the Upper and Lower Lorne Rivers meet, where they were attacked by a group of Dothraki.

A fierce battle ensued, and the scout team, outnumbered, killed two Dothraki in the melee, but lost three of their own, with only one managing to climb onto his warhorse and escape in a sorry state.

The arrows that struck him were from Dothraki archers who shot him during the chase.

However, the pursuers, upon reaching Gödöh, discovered the Andalusian army stockpiled there and dared not continue their advance, stopping and fleeing the area.

...

"Dothraki?"

Viserys first restrained the injured Rhoynar scout, telling him to focus on healing and not move around.

He then frowned slightly, not expecting to suddenly encounter the Dothraki here.

They are currently located far from the Dothraki Sea, although the Dothraki, as a nomadic people, often come westward to plunder the wealth of the free trading city-states.

However, it is still rare to go so far.

Viserys thought for a moment, then asked.

"Did you see their totem clearly?"

The Dothraki did not have the concept of nation-states; they only had tribes called khalasars, and the best way to distinguish these khalasars was to know what their khao was called.

However, if one is not a Dothraki, it is rare to be able to identify which Khalasar the other party belongs to at a glance. One can only identify them by the totems tattooed on their bodies or the painted animal skin vests.

Unfortunately, this scout had always lived in his hometown, and this was the first time he had seen these people from the Great Grass Sea, so he couldn't tell the difference between them.

“Your Majesty, when the Dothraki khalasars move, there will always be scouts patrolling ahead.”

"Responsible for keeping an eye out for all kinds of prey and enemy tracks."

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from behind Viserys.

While Viserys was deep in thought about the Dothraki, Oberyn suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

At the same time, he also had his mistress, Ellaria Shad, the illegitimate daughter of Earl Haman Uller of Prisongate, on his arm.

"In the Dothraki tribes, warriors walked at the front to guard the flanks, while the elderly, women, and children walked at the rear of the khalasar."

Dressed in a neat and elaborate black robe, adorned with gold embroidery, Oberyn continued speaking.

"His Majesty…"

The woman, exuding exotic charm and sensuality, clung to Oberyn's arm.

Her eyes seemed to possess an innate allure as she looked at Viserys, then gave a slight bow in greeting.

"Oberyn?"

Viserys heard the voice, raised his head, stood up, and asked.

"you mean..."

The tall, slender man, arm in arm with his mistress, gazed at Viserys, his dark eyes like those of a venomous snake.

“I think…we may have encountered a Dothraki tribe.”

"If the enemy has sufficient strength and confidence, they are very likely to attack us; if they are not strong enough, they will—"

However, while Oberyn was saying something...

A faint, low tremor suddenly came from the ground beyond the ruined city of Götöh in the distance.

"Ok?"

At the same time, Viserys, Oberyn, and the soldiers around them all felt the earth tremble.

at the same time.

"His Majesty!"

tata tao...

Several soldiers on horseback fled back from afar, then dismounted, panting heavily.

They were also scouts sent out from the front lines, now returning to report urgent military intelligence.

However... now they don't need to say anything anymore.

"If it's just about the Dothraki coming, then there's no need to say anything more."

Viserys inwardly cursed, and at the same time exchanged a glance with Oberyn.

They didn't know which khalasar this was, but one thing was certain... the other party was definitely up to no good.

"These Dothraki—"

Viserys clenched his fist and ordered the entire army to be on high alert, immediately beginning to consolidate their formation in preparation for the enemy.

"Are they really so confident they can take us down?"

His attendants carried out the young king's armor and helped Viserys put it on.

However… no one except these Dothraki could answer Viserys’ question.

Chapter 109 Encirclement

Soon, not much time had passed.

distance.

On the ancient Valyrian Avenue, a black line first appeared in people's sight, followed by the huge roar of warhorses galloping.

Rumbling--

The horses' hooves kicked up the mud on the ground, and dust drifted into the air, forming a long plume of smoke that startled countless birds into flight.