Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Oberyn, I'm leaving that to you."

Viserys surveyed the entire battlefield, breathing in the restless atmosphere, trying to calm himself down completely.

However, in reality, it is not easy to do this.

No one can remain completely calm on a chaotic battlefield; their emotions will inevitably be affected by the turmoil of the war.

Oberyn knew that this was a critical moment in the war.

The Andalusian army now comprises nearly half of the Rhoynar. If it were only the four thousand Andal warriors that Viserys initially led, perhaps this battle would not have ended in such a passive situation.

Of course, this is not to say that the Loyna people are not as brave as the Andals; both peoples have risen to prominence in history.

Rather, it's because the Rhoynar are new to the Andalusian system, and many of them are even new recruits. The fear they spread can even affect Viserys' most elite Andal warriors.

Such an army is already extremely resilient as to have withstood the first wave of attack.

"clear."

Oberyn then nodded and led a reserve force away, sealing off another entrance to the ruined city.

Viserys and Oberyn were not surprised by the Dothraki's flexibility.

Oberyn had warned Viserys last night to be wary of the Dothraki's tactical changes, as they were not entirely mindless brutes.

However, wars are ever-changing, but they can never escape the situation of one side attacking while the other defends, or the other side attacking while the other defends. There will always be one side that is more aggressive.

Now, Andalus's army is unable to leave the city and fight in the open, as they are likely to be attacked from both sides and their morale will be greatly affected. Unless they are battle-hardened soldiers, they will not be able to hold their ground and may even be wiped out.

Therefore, Oberyn approved of Viserys's act of beheading Corso, the Blood Oath Guard, and sending him back to provoke Khal Drogo.

Otherwise, if the Dothraki surround Gordoho without attacking, the longer the delay, the more disadvantageous it will be for Andalus's army. Their meager supplies and fear will overwhelm them.

Now that Korso's head has been returned, many Dothraki have seen it and spread the word. Drogo must avenge his 'blood of my blood,' or he will lose the hearts of the people in Khalasar.

A Khal Drogo who lacks the courage to avenge his sworn brother is not qualified to lead the entire Khalasa. Drogo, having lost his prestige, will then face even more trouble.

Viserys' actions actually left Drogo with no way out.

This is what Oberon finds most puzzling.

Therefore, he repeatedly asked Viserys if he and this Khal Drogo had some kind of old grudge.

What deep-seated grudge could there be?

He actually felt that capturing three thousand slaves and giving them ten thousand gold dragons was not a big deal. Ten thousand gold dragons were not something Andalus couldn't afford, and three thousand slaves were even less of a problem. All free trade city-states did the same thing.

The current situation seems to be that Drogo is not letting Viserys off the hook, but in reality, Viserys doesn't seem to have any intention of letting Drogo off the hook either.

The two were determined to kill each other. Drogo was motivated by Viserys's unjust act of killing the messenger, and perhaps he also felt like he was facing a madman.

Isn't it perfectly normal to send someone over to ask for some money?

All the Dothraki did this.

However, this madman ignored everything and killed his Blood Oath Guard with a single blow, putting Drogo in a difficult position where he had to kill him.

...

And on the chaotic battlefield.

Khal Drogo rode his magnificent black warhorse, its long mane hanging down like a lion of the plains, and it was significantly taller than the warhorse beside him.

Khal Drogo, leading his two remaining Blood Guards, Hago and Kohoro, appeared silently at the forefront of the battlefield.

The three sat upright on their warhorses. Drogo's long braid hung down his back, making a jingling sound as he urged the horse forward. A heavy bronze belt encircled his abdomen, serving as the only armor on Drogo's body, revealing his strong chest muscles.

Khal Drogo led two Blood Guards to the front of the battlefield, then reined in his horse and dismounted.

Because the area ahead was already piled high with the corpses of warhorses and soldiers from both sides, as well as some broken barricades, it was clearly no longer convenient to urge the horses forward.

Meanwhile, on the chaotic battlefield, several Andalusian soldiers, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, stood before him, raising their longswords high, and clearly showed fear in the face of Drogo.

They didn't recognize the man before them, yet the Dothraki warrior's strong physique and deep, dark eyes still instilled fear in them.

"This guy..."

Several Andalus soldiers exchanged glances, their throats bobbing slightly as they retreated. Then, seemingly gathering their courage, they roared.

"kill!"

Then he charged forward, sword in hand, intending to kill Drogo right there.

The two Blood Guards standing behind Drogo, the silent Hago and the slightly older Kohoro with his broken teeth, drew their scimitars and tried to stand in front of Drogo.

However, Zhuo Ge stopped him.

“Os——”

Drogo spoke in a low voice, tilted his head slightly, and ordered the two men to step back in Dothraki. He would face the six enemies alone.

Then, with deep, calm eyes, he gazed at the six Andalus soldiers before him, drew his Arak scimitar from his waist, and weighed it slightly in his hand.

Then the first Andalusian soldier to charge forward raised his longsword high and brought it down, attempting to cut Drogo in two, shoulder to shoulder.

Splash...

The bell on his braid jingled, and Drogo easily dodged it.

"Um..."

Drogo's long beard trembled, and the face of the young Andalusian soldier was reflected in his dark eyes.

Unlike Viserys's purple eyes, Drogo's reactions and movements seemed to have long been integrated with him, flowing smoothly like water. This was the experience accumulated by a battle-hardened warrior, as well as Drogo's terrifying innate talent.

His father, Balbokao, once described his son as "the greatest mounted warrior in the world."

This is not only placing high hopes on them, but also telling the truth.

"kill!"

Then.

The remaining Andalus soldiers, seeing this, mustered their courage and charged forward, joining forces to attack Drogo.

Chapter 124 An Ominous Premonition

The soldiers of Andalus believed that even the strongest warriors could not win against overwhelming odds, and besides, they were not lambs to the slaughter.

However, they overestimated the gap between themselves and the world's greatest mounted warriors; the distance between them was actually not much different from that between a man and a sheep.

call...

Drogo's eyes were calm and undisturbed. With a powerful whistling sound, the heavy scimitar in his hand cleaved the cartilage in the throat of an Andalusian soldier, severing his head.

The head rolled off, and blood spurted out instantly.

At the same instant, amidst the chaotic battle, Drogo fought five opponents single-handedly.

Clang——

The sound of metal rubbing together.

An Andalusian soldier tried to kill Drogo with his longsword, but Drogo dodged the attack, killing his comrade with a single blow.

The longsword grazed past Khal Drogo's bronze belt, sending sparks flying.

"Um..."

The powerful Dothraki warrior breathed heavily, his dark eyes completely absorbed in the battle. He was surrounded by the remaining five Andalus soldiers.

Swords flashing and shadows swirling.

Then, with a flick of her long braid, she dodged once again a sweeping sword strike from a nearby soldier.

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However, his long braid was not completely spared; a small section of it was accidentally cut off by an Andalusian soldier's sword and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Kao!"

The silent Hago saw this and gripped his scimitar tightly.

It is difficult for any warrior to fight against many opponents, because he only has one pair of eyes, and the enemies are not unarmed peasants, but also battle-hardened warriors.

Kao's move seemed somewhat overconfident and risky to him.

"Drogo!"

Meanwhile, Cojoro, who had saved Drogo's life when they were children, also wanted to draw his sword and join the fight.

"Um…"

“Ohos…”

However, the two Blood Guards who wanted to draw their swords and step forward to help were stopped by Drogo raising his hand and speaking in Dothraki.

The terrifying Dothraki warrior took a few steps back, breaking free from the encirclement of Andalusian soldiers.

His gaze then fell on the section of his braid that had been cut off and was lying on the ground, and his dark, deep eyes narrowed slightly.

The Dothraki were extremely superstitious; a broken braid meant defeat in battle, which he considered a bad omen.

Call ~

Zhuo Ge's breathing was somewhat heavy.

However...

"Kill him!"

I almost beheaded him with my sword, but unfortunately I only managed to cut off a section of his braid.

Seeing the strong Dothraki warrior retreat, the remaining five Andalus soldiers visibly felt their morale rise.

They assumed the other side was afraid, and then wanted to press their advantage and kill the three Dothraki in front of them.

The Andalus soldiers charged again, trying to kill Drogo. Drogo finally snapped out of his daze, turning his gaze away from the braid on the ground and looking up at the Andalus soldiers. A mixture of anger and determination gradually ignited in his dark, deep eyes.

Like an enraged lion, it let out a deep roar.

"Roar--"

Then the terrifying Dothraki warrior swung his blood-stained scimitar, the heavy blade whistling through the air as it spun around, dodging an attack from a soldier.

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