Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then he slashed another soldier in the waist, throwing the soldier's body into the air and cutting him in two at the waist.

Ding ding—

Then, his strong figure nimbly turned, and the curved blade in his hand cut a spear in half, killing his opponent as easily as chopping vegetables.

bang——

Then, his strong arms clamped a longsword between them. The muscles of his biceps and forearm held the sword in place, preventing the opponent from stabbing it in or pulling it out.

He then turned and beheaded another soldier.

The soldier whose sword was caught in his arm was filled with terror. He watched helplessly as his comrade was killed, unable to even pull out his own sword. His mental defenses had long since collapsed.

It turns out that the other party wasn't afraid, but rather didn't intend to kill him yet.

The soldier was about to release his grip on the hilt and turn to flee when it was too late. Drogo threw away the Arak scimitar, which fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

Then he grabbed the soldier's wrist, preventing him from escaping, his eyes burning with rage as he locked onto the soldier at close range.

The terrifying, bloodshot eyes terrified the other person, causing their legs to tremble uncontrollably and their mind to go blank. They could only open their mouths, wanting to beg for mercy, but they couldn't even utter a sound.

Because he didn't know how to beg for mercy in the Dothraki language.

However, Drogo did not give him a chance to beg for mercy. He forcibly suppressed his awe of the ominous sign and strengthened his determination to avenge Korso.

He then crushed the Andalusian soldier's wrist and slit his throat with his own sword, all while the soldier was in a state of utter terror.

puff--

Blood splattered onto Drogo's strong chest, then he released his grip, and his body fell limply to the ground.

In the blink of an eye.

Five of the six Andalusian soldiers were killed by Drogo alone.

"what…"

"what…"

The last soldier holding the shield felt his heart stop when he witnessed this horrific scene.

Holding the shield with trembling hands, he turned to run away.

However, he was kicked to the ground by Drogo, who then picked up his Arak scimitar and chopped off the other man's head.

This swift and decisive killing of six Andalusian soldiers instantly and dramatically boosted the morale of the Dothraki.

"Hehehe—"

A deafening cheer erupted from the Dothraki.

All the Andalus soldiers noticed this as well, and their gazes toward Drogo Khal were filled with fear. They swallowed hard, and some even involuntarily took a few steps back when their eyes swept over him.

"Use arrows!"

"Shoot him dead with an arrow!"

Then came shouts and cries, hoping the archers would shoot the terrifying Dothraki warrior dead with arrows, and that they must not let him lead the Dothraki to the front lines.

This is the role of Khao as the bravest warrior in all of Karasa. Although personal strength may not play a significant role in war, it can be inspiring.

The Dothraki revere the strong, willingly submitting to powerful Khals and serving them in conquest, plunder, and even death.

After Drogo finished doing all this, he was quickly protected by the swarming Dothraki behind him. He looked at the Andalusian lines in the distance with a cold and unsmiling gaze.

He certainly wouldn't personally charge into battle; even if he had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough.

However, at this moment...

Zhuo Ge, who had already withdrawn from the battle, sniffed the air and suddenly smelled an unfamiliar scent.

Drogo was extremely familiar with the smells of the battlefield, but this smell was different from the stench of blood; instead, it was somewhat pungent.

"what is this?"

Then Drogo lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

Chapter 125 Arson

One second ago, Drogo's expression was still calm and composed, but the next second his expression suddenly changed.

Because the Dothraki had no fixed abode and wandered from place to place, digging a pit to lie in and using a straw mat as a ceiling, ordinary Dothraki did not have many opportunities to come into contact with oil. They rested when it got dark and woke up when it got light.

As a Khal Drogo, he had his own golden-topped tent, and his living conditions were naturally different from those of ordinary Dothraki. He would come into contact with things like oil on a daily basis.

He finally recognized the pungent smell in the air, and then lowered his head, his dark, deep eyes suddenly narrowing.

He saw that the ground beneath his feet was covered with this black, slightly sticky substance. When he lifted his foot, he found that his feet and the horsehair leggings were also stained with this substance.

Meanwhile, there were some bundles of weeds and firewood on the ground. The Dothraki initially thought that Andalus' army had run out of options and had brought out all of their army's supply wagons to block the way. So, they naturally trampled the bundles of weeds and firewood without any mercy.

Now, the weeds, firewood, and the dark, sticky substance on the ground are all stuck together.

The horses' hooves clattered and crashed, and corpses lay strewn everywhere beneath their feet. Perhaps the Dothraki had already noticed this, but none of them paid it any mind.

"Os!"

Drogo was ushered to the rear of the formation, but his expression suddenly tightened. He had a premonition of Viserys's conspiracy. The oil and flammable materials scattered everywhere, if ignited... the consequences would be unimaginable.

The terrifying Dothraki warrior couldn't help but tremble slightly. Drogo, who had slaughtered, plundered, and raped without ever blinking an eye, suddenly felt a feeling called fear gradually spreading within him.

wow-

He then mounted his warhorse, the bronze belt rattling as he ripped off the oil-stained bridle and roared.

"Os!"

This means "to stop" in Dothraki, and also implies retreating. However, Dothraki doesn't have a specific word for retreating, just as the Dothraki language doesn't have a word for "transaction," only "gift" and "return."

Suddenly, Khal Drogo ordered a retreat, leaving the two Blood Guards behind him bewildered.

However, Khal's orders were not to be questioned, and the two Blood Guards immediately relayed Khal's orders to the outside world.

"Os!"

"Ohos!"

Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, Khal's order to retreat suddenly rang out, and at the same time, Khal's Blood Guards also demanded that the entire army retreat.

However, it was already too late.

...

"set fire!"

Viserys sat astride his warhorse and gave the order to light the fire that had been prepared long ago.

Viserys had been waiting for Drogo, and as long as Drogo did not appear, Viserys kept his orders firmly in check.

Because Viserys's sole objective was to kill him, and even this battle was fought to take the head of this nemesis, he was willing to sacrifice many soldiers.

Now that Drogo has finally appeared on the front lines, and with the target already trapped, the young king no longer hesitates and ignites the fire.

Countless arrows soaked in oil were ignited and fired simultaneously towards the rear of the Dothraki. Andalus' army deliberately created a blank area by dropping the oil, dividing the Dothraki army and also preventing the fire from spreading to themselves in the narrow terrain of the ruined city.

Although it's inevitable that we'll be affected to some extent, it's insignificant compared to the outcome of the war.

"The wind direction is just right today."

The white mane of the horse spread out in the wind, as dazzling as snowflakes. Viserys sat on his warhorse, his handsome face calm and composed, yet it was hard to say that his heart was completely unmoved.

Five fingers covered the steel, reflecting a dazzling light in the morning sun.

click -

They then clasped hands tightly.

This was the first time the young king, in the name of Viserys Targaryen III, had commanded a battle of such scale.

Unlike the previous Battle of Storm's End, this time he commanded the battle independently, with Prince Oberyn of Dorne only playing a supporting role.

This is also the result of his countless small battles over the years, including his thorough study of the histories of various noble families, summarizing and learning from history, and finally reaping the fruits of his labor.

"The Battle of Blackwater in the Wars of Conquest was a great fire that destroyed the combined forces of Loren Lannister, King of the Rock, and Monne Gardener IX, King of the Reach, with nearly 55,000 men at the Golden Tree."

He dared not claim to know much about military strategy or warfare, as there were many people in the world more capable than him. However, Viserys never underestimated his enemies.

From the moment he started dealing with Drogo, he adopted a do-or-die attitude, working day and night to devise a plan to kill him.

But it was clear that Drogo didn't think much of him on the first day of the battle.

The same was true the next day; he felt that this was a flock of sheep that would collapse at the slightest touch, only holding on a little longer.

"Prepare your armor!"

Viserys then turned around and ordered the heavy cavalry behind him to begin putting on their armor.

Now the time to reap the rewards of victory has finally arrived, and the heavy cavalry force that the young king has built at the cost of more than two thousand gold dragons will finally come into play for the first time.

This heavy cavalry unit consisted of 108 knights, 99 squires, 19 mounted archers, a trumpeter, and a personal horseshoemaker.

wow-

All of Andalus's most elite knights heard Viserys's command. Then, with the help of their squires, they quickly donned their armor, while their best-quality warhorses were also covered in heavy horse armor.

"It's finally our turn."

"It's time for these fragile eggs to taste the flavor of stone!"

Sir Evan, the captain of the heavy cavalry from the Roynar tribe, carried a double-bladed battle axe on his shoulder, while the knights were all eager to fight.

They hadn't had a chance to participate in the fierce fighting these past two days, but now they could finally join the battle and teach these Dothraki a lesson they would never forget.

...

And among the Dothraki.

This fire came rather suddenly and unexpectedly.

"Fire arrows!"

As orders came from behind the Andalus lines, countless Andalus archers behind the lines, including those on the ruins of the cities on both sides, were already ready.

wow-

Archers from Andalus emerged from all directions, soaking their arrowheads in oil, lighting them in the fire, and then firing them before the flames burned through the shafts.