Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Within the ruined city-state of Gödoho.

The sound of footsteps was chaotic as squads of soldiers hurried past, the air thick with the pungent smell of blood, and the wounded soldiers cried out in agony, as if they were in the depths of hell.

Viserys was covered in blood, and his longsword was slightly chipped. He was panting heavily when he threw it to the ground.

Clang clang—

At the final moment of the war, when Andalus' army was on the verge of collapse, the young king personally took up his sword and resisted the last wave of Dothraki attacks, boosting the morale of the entire army.

Ultimately, he led the Andalusian army to victory in the battle of wills. The Dothraki, who had been on the offensive and suffered heavy losses, could no longer withstand the onslaught and were the first to sound the retreat, giving the Andalusians, who were on the verge of collapse, a chance to catch their breath.

Now that the tension that had been running high in their brains had finally eased, the soldiers of Andalus felt a surge of intense fatigue, and fear and the pain of their injuries all rushed out at once.

Soldiers who had rested in the rear replaced the soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield. Many of them leaned against walls or trees and fell asleep immediately. Some even found a soft spot on the ground and lay down, never wanting to get up again.

Soldiers who sustained minor injuries were given hot water and bandages to treat their wounds themselves, while those who were seriously injured, missing limbs, were either being treated by medics or being carried away by other soldiers to a secluded place to await their death, so as not to affect the emotions of others.

now.

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Viserys removed his upper body armor, and his once flowing silver-gold hair was now matted, damp with sweat accumulated inside the armor, and clung to his cheeks and back.

He was sitting alone on a rock in the ruined city, silently adjusting his gear while looking up at the hellish scene around him, lost in thought.

Just then, a voice rang out from behind him.

"This is what war truly looks like, Viserys."

"It is not comparable to the suppression of some villages and towns or bandits."

Oberyn had also removed his armor and wiped away the filth from his body. For the first time, a clear weariness appeared in his eyes, which were as black as a venomous snake.

Oberyn had just been fighting on the front lines, and even briefly clashed with Khal Drogo, stopping the latter's arrogant advance.

However, in the chaos of battle, neither side could fully utilize their strength and were simply swept along by the overwhelming force of the army.

In the end, amidst the chaos of war, Khal Drogo, under the protection of his Blood Oath Guard, withdrew from the front lines, and the duel between the two came to an abrupt end.

When Viserys personally went into battle, the war was already nearing its end. The Dothraki were left with only one last wave of frenzy, and Khal Drogo had already retreated to the rear under protection. The two never even exchanged a glance.

"Yes, you're right."

Viserys heard Oberyn's voice and slightly raised his head to look at him.

He then lowered his head, removed the greaves from his legs, and threw them to the ground.

"But why do you always appear out of nowhere from behind me?"

Viserys even suspected that Oberyn deliberately took a detour every time he saw him.

Just to... scare yourself a little?

His words clearly caused the Prince of Dorne's face to stiffen slightly, and he then shrugged helplessly.

"Believe me, this is just a coincidence."

Then they sat side by side on the rock next to him, turning their heads to look at the little king.

"However, I am relieved to see that you are not frightened by the horrors of this war."

Oberyn's words were clearly a joke. Viserys had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand since he was very young, and had already killed several people with his own hands when he was seven or eight years old. Naturally, he wouldn't be frightened at this moment.

However, Oberyn was also giving a reminder, in a joking manner, to Viserys not to let the horrors of war cloud his judgment and to maintain basic composure.

Although Viserys is young, he has become the backbone of the entire Targaryen interest group and is the most indispensable person.

Neither Rhaenys nor Daenerys could replace Viserys's important role in this interest group, which is why King Robert had been plotting to kill him.

Oberyn stayed in Andalus because he hoped to one day avenge his sister, and this hope became more and more real as Viserys grew older and Andalus grew stronger.

However, Viserys simply shook his head at Oberyn's concerns; he was naturally not frightened.

"I'm just thinking about how to win this battle."

Even setting aside their fateful connection, Viserys, who will become the most powerful khalasar on the Dothraki seas, will not simply sever the conflict between him and Drogo.

"We need to find a way to kill this guy!"

finally.

The young king clenched his fist slightly, having made up his mind.

...

distance.

A muscular man with bronze skin sat astride a black warhorse, his bare upper body revealing his bulging muscles, and a long braid with small bells tied to it jingled softly in the wind.

He had a pair of deep black eyes. He stood on a high place on his horse, looking at the battlefield in the distance. His eyes were calm and expressionless. Then he raised his hand and made a sound like a 'humph'.

The expression was very simple but the meaning was very clear. The Blood Guard Kohoro who was following him naturally knew Drogo very well. Kohoro was his father's old subordinate and had once rescued Drogo from the hands of mercenaries when he was a child.

Then the short, stout, bald man with a mouthful of broken teeth nodded slightly, turned his horse around, and galloped downhill.

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And not long after.

beep--

The retreat horn was finally sounded, and countless Dothraki warriors who had been fighting to the death on the front lines finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly withdrew from the fortified reef of Goldoho like the receding tide.

The Dothraki command structure was so simple that almost everyone could hear Khal's orders.

Charge or retreat.

It is relatively rare for the Dothraki to fail to defeat the enemy in one wave.

The free trading city-states surrounding the Dothraki Sea rarely venture out to fight.

They retreated inside the city walls, and the soldiers had long since lost the courage to fight the Dothraki in the open field.

They would only use money to send away these opportunistic horsemen who came west to seek their fortune. Since problems can be solved with money, they don't see them as problems at all.

And the khao who accepted the 'gift' did not return for a while, but how long that period was depended on the greed of each khao.

After Khal Drogo unified his father's old forces, he defeated two weak khalasars in succession on the Great Grass Sea, killed their khals, and expanded the size of the tribe.

Therefore, the Dothraki are the most valiant warriors, because they are constantly fighting, and only through battle and slaughter can they grow stronger.

This time, Khal Drogo led the Khalasa westward to plunder some Rhoynar villages, capture slaves for his own use or sell them to Slaver's Bay in exchange for food and weapons.

However, Khal Drogo led his khalasar up the Chine River to Na'Sastar, a city that was once the capital of the Rhoynar but is now abandoned, where they plundered a number of villages and towns.

They then continued upstream along the Lorne River to the Upper Lorne River basin, only to find that the place was completely deserted and had been ransacked.

All the Rhoynar along the way left their homes and headed towards Andalus. Viserys provided them with shelter and a series of preferential policies, which allowed them to escape Drogo's purge.

Having gained nothing, Ma Wang was naturally unwilling to give up, so he continued to track down the whereabouts of these villages, and finally caught up with the culprits in the ruined city of Götöh on the banks of this forked river.

These are the people who dared to pull teeth from his tiger's mouth.

Without a word, Khal Drogo led the Khalasa into attack, demanding that the blood of these lambs quell his rage.

However, he originally thought that these soldiers would be as rotten to the core as the garrisons of the other free trade city-states and would have no fighting power. However, he did not expect that after several near collapses, they would eventually hold on until the end.

Seeing that the assault had resulted in heavy losses, Drogo had no choice but to order his men to sound the retreat.

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The Dothraki's military tactics were extremely simple. The khal's dwelling was a large tent made of stitched animal hides, with lights burning inside, while the rest of the tribesmen would dig holes in the ground and use straw sandals as roofs to rest.

The boiling horse meat in the pot emitted an unpleasant smell. These were from dead horses. The Dothraki did not shy away from eating horse meat and drinking fermented mare's milk.

Inside Khao's animal-hide tent, there were black sausages, blood pies, and beet soup, their aromas wafting out.

Ding Ding Ding-

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, and then a person lifted the curtain and walked in. It was the leader of a Cass.

A moment later, a chaotic commotion erupted inside the tent.

It turned out that he was questioning Khal Drogo about why he had suddenly ordered a retreat, when these 'lambs' would have collapsed if they had held on a little longer.

However, the Blood Guards standing behind Drogo, upon hearing that this kor dared to speak disrespectfully to Khal Drogo, drew their scimitars from their waists.

For the first time, anger appeared on Drogo's usually indifferent face, and he stood up from behind the table in the tent.

Whether they win or lose a battle, no one can question the authority and orders of the Khal; otherwise, they are challenging the Khal's position and wanting to become the Khal themselves.

This is the Dothraki custom.

Moreover, he has only suffered a slight setback and has not yet been defeated, yet some people are already eager to jump out and challenge him.

Faced with the challenge, Drogo was naturally furious, his dark eyes filled with a clear killing intent.

The other person's face clearly showed some unease. He did have the idea of ​​challenging Khal Drogo, but he was actually a little hesitant in the face of Drogo's fearsome reputation.

But Drogo had already accepted his challenge, spreading his hands out without any weapons, appearing completely unguarded, and walked confidently toward the bandit.

He then raised his chin, indicating that the other party could draw their scimitar.

Faced with Drogo's humiliation, the leader of Kas, also a warlike Dothraki, finally lost his temper, drew his scimitar, and roared.

He then lunged at the unarmed Drogo. Drogo was arrogant enough to try to fight him bare-handed, so he took the opportunity to kill him and become Khal himself.

However, not much time has passed.

Perhaps only a few seconds.

puff--

Fresh blood suddenly splattered onto the animal skin tent, then slowly slid down in a trail of blood.

Looking into the tent from the outside, you can see the tall figure still standing in the same spot.

The man who challenged Drogo actually plunged his scimitar into his own neck. His body collapsed to his knees, his back arched backward, his body twisted at an unsettling angle, the bones in his wrists crushed to pieces.

Then several Dothraki came in from outside, dragged the body out of the tent, and threw it into the wilderness.

Time passed quickly.

Two Dothraki emerged from the tent; one was Korso, Khal Drogo's Bloodfist Guard, and the other appeared to be his follower.

The two then mounted their horses and headed straight for Ge Duohe.