Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

A large, dark mass of Dothraki suddenly appeared within sight of the ruined city-state of Gördöh.

However, this group of Dothraki appeared to be just the vanguard of this Karasa, and their numbers were not large.

They reined in their horses and stopped their advance a few kilometers outside the ruined city of Gödöh.

This group of Dothraki didn't seem to be in a hurry to attack Andalus's army. They were just sitting at a distance, disorganized and swarming together like a bunch of flies, watching them as if they were scrutinizing their prey.

At the same time, it was also emitting strange, sharp howls.

Viserys couldn't understand Dothraki or what the other person was saying, but it was clear it wasn't anything nice.

"They came too fast."

The Dothraki in the distance appear to be waiting for the rest of their tribesmen.

After the initial panic subsided, Andalus's army quickly began to deploy its troops and actively organize its defenses.

Neither Viserys nor Oberyn had expected that this Dothraki Khalasa would catch up so quickly.

They truly are a people who live on horseback.

It appears that the Karasa troop had already crossed the river during the scouts' return journey and was heading in this direction. They then joined the scouts and sped up.

At this moment, with the help of his attendants, Viserys put on his last arm armor.

click -

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal filled the air as the arm armor was fastened tightly.

The young king then sat on his horse and slightly moved his wrists before fastening his polished, bright silver helmet on his head and pulling down his visor to cover his face.

"Long spear."

The attendants standing below the horse quickly raised the young king's most favored weapon and handed it to him.

"His Majesty."

Viserys then took the spear; it was slightly heavy, and he held it in one hand, his fingers clenching it slightly.

The sharp, triangular spearhead gleamed with a chilling aura before drooping down, pointing directly at the ground.

Despite his noble birth, Viserys is now unafraid to lead his troops into battle, and even dares to take the lead in boosting morale.

Because of the black mist, he had to personally harvest enough lives to fill it. Another reason was that his foundation was so weak that Viserys had to exert himself to the utmost in many things and could not afford to fail even once.

"Hurry up!"

Meanwhile, the soldiers surrounding Viserys were also busy setting up their formation under command.

Fortunately, Viserys maintained his formation throughout his advance, so he was not too panicked and could quickly organize a defensive formation and build simple fortifications based on the terrain of the ruined city.

After donning his armor, Viserys spurred his horse on, urging it to climb to the top of the ruined city-state.

tao tao…

Then he reined in the horses and stood there gazing at the vast horde of Dothraki in the distance. From this high vantage point, Viserys could clearly see an endless stream of Dothraki approaching.

"His Majesty."

Suddenly encountering a Dothraki tribe, Ser Evan, a newly promoted Rhoynar nobleman under the Targaryen regime who had been following Viserys, was also wearing armor, holding an axe in one hand, and then asked.

"Why are the Dothraki staying there without moving? Do they want to negotiate with us?"

Although Ser Evan was adept at flattery, Viserys promoted him and personally knighted him because his former squire, Bessie, had been left in Andalus and he needed a local expert.

However, although this Rhoynar warrior had weak knees and was prone to surrender, he was indeed very brave in battle. With a body as strong as the Black Tower and carrying a heavy battle axe, he was always the first to charge when driven into the suicide squad, which is why Viserys noticed him.

"Perhaps."

Viserys sat upright on his horse, the slightly cool afternoon breeze seeping into his body through the gaps in his armor.

His five fingers clenched slightly, and the sunlight cast his shadow on the ruins below, where a silver-armored white horse stood on the high hill.

"However, this possibility is not high..."

Viserys had no better answer to the servants' questions, because he didn't know what the Dothraki wanted to do either.

They haven't surrounded G. Doherty yet; they've just blocked the other end, with the gate behind them wide open.

The Dothraki neither attacked nor sent anyone to negotiate and explain their intentions, and reinforcements continued to arrive.

What is this...?

"withdraw?"

Viserys sat on his horse, and suddenly an idea flashed through his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

The seven thousand-strong army of Andalus currently have a geographical advantage in occupying the ruined city-state of Gördöh, allowing them to defend the city.

If Viserys were to be terrified by the Dothraki and actually lead his troops to retreat, it would likely have disastrous consequences, with them being relentlessly pursued and possibly facing total annihilation.

The Dothraki were a nomadic people, and every man, woman, and child was a skilled cavalryman. Aside from the famous Battle of Kohor over four hundred years ago, three thousand Unsullied held off an attack by more than fifty thousand Dothraki led by Temokao at the walls of Kohor.

Apart from that, there are few instances of defeating the Dothraki in open field battles outside the city.

The enemy came and went like the wind. If they found out that the enemy was tough, they could turn around and run away. The conventional army of the Dothraki, which combined infantry and cavalry, was simply powerless to pursue the Dothraki tribe. They could neither catch up with them nor outrun them.

Therefore, the idea of ​​retreating only flashed through Viserys' mind for a moment before he rejected it.

However, perhaps they had already gathered enough strength, or perhaps they realized that the army had not been fooled and was frightened into abandoning the city and fleeing.

Then the growing Dothraki who had gathered beyond the horizon made a decision for Viserys.

distance.

A Dothraki leader-like figure rode on a strong, long-haired black horse, but Viserys was too far away to see him clearly, though he vaguely felt that he looked familiar.

He is...

Chapter 110 Battle

He is...

click -

The metal of the armor made a scraping sound.

Viserys sat astride his warhorse, gripping the saddle ring with one hand and leaning slightly forward.

However, the distance between the two was too far, several kilometers away. Viserys narrowed his pale purple eyes, and a complex six-pointed star pattern appeared faintly in the depths of his eyes.

He could only make out that the other man was different from the other Dothraki; he was exceptionally tall, riding the strongest warhorse, and surrounded by them. He must be the Khao of this Karasan tribe.

Then they saw the Khal draw his scimitar, the tip pointing directly at G. Doherty in the distance, and he seemed to let out a roar.

The Dothraki horse king demanded that the tribe quench his anger with blood. He wanted to crush this army led by the 'goatmen' and then sell them all to Slaver's Bay in exchange for enough weapons and food to strengthen his tribe.

"Hoohoho-"

Meanwhile, the Dothraki in the distance heard their Khal's command and raised their gleaming scimitars. Countless scimitars shone like a forest of blades in the bright sunlight, and they emitted strange howls like wolves.

The Dothraki howls were loud and carried a great distance. Many members of Andalus's army, who were holding their positions in the abandoned city-state, turned slightly pale upon hearing the howls.

The Dothraki seem to be extremely adept at this psychological warfare tactic, constantly instilling fear and manipulating the enemy's mindset at will.

It's like a pack of wolves surrounding a large herbivore, maneuvering it until the prey is overcome with fear and exhaustion, before finally swarming in and killing it.

However, the Dothraki's psychological warfare tactics seem to have failed, and the commanders of Andalus' army appear to remain calm, with no major disturbances occurring.

Therefore, the brave and fearless Kao of this Karasa lost his patience and decided to pounce on it and bite open the prey's neck himself.

immediately.

With a command from the King of Horses.

A vast horde of Dothraki, riding warhorses and emitting strange, piercing howls, charged toward Götöhne like a tsunami.

Rumbling--

The thunderous sound of hooves was deafening, and a dark mass of cavalry gradually expanded from the horizon, filling the vision of all the Andalus soldiers.

Gollum—

The soldiers who had formed a defensive battle formation and were guarding the crossroads of the ruins swallowed hard.

However, everyone felt a bit parched, and even their fear had been briefly forgotten. Their legs stood rooted to the spot, their minds blank, only knowing to clutch their weapons tightly and await their fate.

"Enemy attack!"

Although the standoff has lasted for a long time.

However, some Andalus soldiers at the forefront still sounded the alarm, their voices even becoming slightly off-key and distorted.

But the thunderous hoofbeats drowned out the sound, and the soldiers could feel the ground beneath their feet trembling slightly, with even the pebbles bobbing up and down.

"Quickly! Get into formation!"

The junior officers of Andalus were also keeping their ranks in order, their hearts pounding in their chests as they prepared for the first wave of Dothraki attacks.

"Spearmen!"

boom--

A row of soldiers raised their shields high and formed a shield wall, with spears wedged between the shields behind them, creating a tight, impenetrable hedgehog-like formation.

Faced with the Dothraki charge, the battle formation that Andalus' army had used most effectively in clearing out bandits, the Brotherhood, and conquering Rhoynar villages and towns finally revealed its most complete and ferocious form.

This is the most powerful test the Andalus army has faced since its inception.

"Prepare! For! Engage! The! Enemy!"

...

"Wow—"

A majestic eagle soared through the sky, its sharp eyes reflecting the two armies below, their movements as distinct as the turbid and clear tides.

Looking down from the sky.

Andalus' army formed a defensive, porcupine-like formation, taking advantage of the terrain to capture the abandoned city of Gördöh first, guarding all roads and displaying a heavily fortified defensive posture.

The Dothraki surged in like a tide, heading towards the main entrances of the ruined city.

Rumbling--

The thunderous hooves kicked up enormous plumes of smoke as countless Dothraki surged toward the abandoned city-state.