Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

bang bang bang-

The bowstring snapped open, and a rain of flaming arrows flew into the sky.

Then it quickly fell down, heading straight for the road behind it that was covered with oil.

Chapter 126 Witchcraft

The Dothraki have now invaded G'Doho, and Andalus' army is suffering heavy losses and is on the verge of collapse.

However, at this very moment, the situation suddenly reversed.

A dense, dark rain of arrows fell from the sky.

Puff puff--

Arrows soaked in oil fell into the Dothraki crowd, instantly unleashing a bloody storm.

The flaming arrow pierced through flesh and blood, and the Dothraki warrior let out a bloodcurdling scream as he fell from his horse.

Some arrows that missed their mark fell to the ground, their burning arrowheads coming into contact with spilled oil, dry grass, firewood, and other flammable materials.

Call ~

A fire, as if by magic, sprang up in an instant.

In an instant, flames shot into the sky.

The Dothraki were completely unprepared; they had just heard Khal's order to retreat and were still feeling angry and confused.

However, given the precedent of being killed after challenging Khal Drogo yesterday, no one dared to question Drogo's orders today. They were just about to retreat when it was already too late.

The fire touched the oil, and the raging flames came suddenly and unexpectedly. The Dothraki warriors riding on horseback instantly felt their feet getting hot, and when they looked down, they were enveloped in a sea of ​​crimson fire.

Thick black smoke shot straight into his eyes, instantly blinding him. His eyes stung, and he screamed in agony. His frightened warhorse also began to neigh.

The Dothraki warriors fell from their horses and plunged into the sea of ​​fire.

Sizzle...

In an instant, it was like meat being roasted on a hot plate, producing a sharp sizzling sound of grease touching flames, along with a soul-chilling, shrill scream that sent chills down one's spine.

"what--"

...

Thick black smoke shot straight into the sky.

The raging fire mercilessly devoured the lives of the Dothraki in the middle section, and the entire Dothraki army was divided into three parts.

The latter half hadn't even entered the city yet; the first half was engaged in battle with Andalus's front lines, and the middle section was thoroughly burned by this great fire.

"witchcraft--"

"This is definitely witchcraft!"

The Dothraki in the latter half of the journey were terrified when they saw the tragic state of their people ahead. These Dothraki were extremely superstitious due to their low level of education, and their tribe's living conditions were also limited.

Even water that warhorses cannot drink is called 'poisonous water'. They absolutely refuse to touch the corpses of people they did not kill. The number 'thirteen' is considered extremely ominous by them, and all questions that cannot be explained by their simple minds are called 'witchcraft'.

The Dothraki tribe, which appears fierce and man-eating, becomes as docile as a lamb when faced with witchcraft. In the latter part of the story, many Dothraki even dismount, kowtow on the ground, and beg the witch to stop.

"Damn witchcraft—"

Even those soldiers who didn't kowtow or kowtow had faces filled with terror, brandishing their scimitars and uttering harsh curses.

But no matter how much they were cursed, they dared not take a single step closer to the raging fire in front of them.

tata tao...

At the same time, they were also trying to restrain their mounts. The horses' hooves pounded restlessly, and the Dothraki warriors held tightly to their companions' necks, hoping to calm their horses and prevent them from being frightened and turning away.

Later, the Dothraki were affected by the wind direction, which caused smoke and fire, and they were also afraid of witchcraft, so they dared not move forward.

Meanwhile, the Dothraki in the middle section were trapped in a sea of ​​fire, struggling desperately and trying to find a way to escape.

tata tao...

Many of them were engulfed in flames and rushed out of the inferno. As soon as they emerged, they fell headfirst from their horses to the ground, rolling around trying to put out the fire.

"help me!"

"help me!"

Splash...

However, the Dothraki behind them scattered instantly, and no one dared to approach the person who had been set ablaze by witchcraft.

The Dothraki, who were fighting Andalus's army earlier, were the most unfortunate.

Their retreat was cut off, with raging fire behind them. Just moments before, they had been adorable little lambs, but now they had turned into ferocious gray wolves, baring their teeth and trying to drive them into the inferno.

"witchcraft!"

"The despicable enemy has used witchcraft!"

The Dothraki, with nowhere to retreat, were terrified and brandished their scimitars.

They would rather die at the hands of their enemies than die under witchcraft. Cremation is different from dying under witchcraft; they feared that if they were killed by witchcraft, their souls would not be able to reach heaven smoothly after death.

The Dothraki, who were once fearless even in the face of death on the battlefield, had their psychological defenses shattered by the mere mention of 'witchcraft'.

Andalus's army pressed forward, and many Dothraki were pushed into the sea of ​​fire, screaming in agony.

"stop!"

The Dothraki in the rear did not want to be pushed into the sea of ​​fire, but their people in front were forced to retreat step by step as Andalus' army squeezed their living space.

Under these circumstances, someone finally took the initiative.

"kill!"

"Charge!"

The Dothraki who were about to be pushed into the sea of ​​fire at the back finally drew their swords, slashed down the tribesman in front of them, and then pushed forward.

Meanwhile, many people who were about to be pushed into the sea of ​​fire were also imitating them, drawing their swords and killing their own people in front of them. The Dothraki who were resisting the soldiers of Andalus did not expect to be betrayed by their own people in the rear.

In an instant, the army separated by flames collapsed. Many Dothraki who had once belonged to other Khalasas and were later conquered by Drogo skillfully threw down their scimitars, then knelt on the ground with their hands behind their heads, surrendering without hesitation.

The worst outcome would be being hacked to death, which is better than being burned at the stake. A better outcome would be being sold into slavery, as there were many Dothraki in the slave market.

These slaves were fierce, powerful in combat, and not too expensive, so many gladiatorial arenas and caravans were willing to buy Dothraki as warriors.

With someone taking the lead, the rest went much more smoothly. At the same time, they lost contact with Khal Drogo, and large numbers of Dothraki threw down their scimitars and surrendered.

"Gather the warhorses!"

"Tie these people up!"

Then the Andalusian soldiers swarmed forward and either pushed the remaining stubborn Dothraki into the fire or surrounded and killed them.

The surrendered Dothraki were bound hand and foot, and their warhorses were taken away.

...

And in the distant sea of ​​sunset.

"Look!"

"what is that!"

The Iron People, whose rebellion had been suppressed not long ago, all raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

A blood-red comet with a long tail illuminated most of the sky, its brightness even surpassing that of the moon.

"This is…"

An elderly iron spirit gazed at the sky, his aged face deathly pale, his cracked lips trembling.

Chapter 127 An Unprecedented Change in a Century

"this..."

"This is... the wrath of the Drowning God!"

Some of the older Iron Citizens looked up at the blood-red comet overhead, their fingers trembling slightly, and then knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"This is the punishment sent down by the Drowned God for not restoring the ancient road!"

The Iron Islands' massive rebellion was completely suppressed in less than a year, with many Ironborn dying or being wounded. Now that this event has only recently passed, it is only natural for everyone to associate this red comet with the 'Wrath of the Drowned God'.

Upon hearing this, large numbers of the Iron People knelt down in fear and trembling, repeatedly kowtowing towards the direction of the Red Comet, hoping to quell the wrath of the Drowning God.

Meanwhile, in Pike City, Baron Greyjoy, who had recently donned and then removed his crown, stood in the center of the rope bridge, his face appearing more desolate and weathered than ever before.

Listening to the raging waves of the sea beneath his feet and the reports from his trusted subordinates, he looked up at the red comet overhead and fell silent for a moment.

...

at the same time.

People all over Westeros also saw the red comet.

The Great Wall in a remote and desperate situation.

Two Night's Watch soldiers, cloaked in black, loosened their belts at the edge of the world and then urinated hot, yellowish urine towards the land of eternal winter.

Then they put their arms around each other and prepared to walk back, but at that moment they saw a red comet with a long tail streaking across the sky.

"what is this?"

Splash...

More Night's Watch brothers emerged from Castle Black and gazed at the blood-red comet in the sky.

Such a wondrous natural phenomenon is quite rare, yet even the most boastful and bragging men were rendered speechless by this simple question.

Because astronomy really touched on their blind spots in knowledge.

Jeor Mormont, the 997th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, with a talking raven perched on his shoulder and wearing a bearskin cloak, followed his brothers out of the room, squinting his weathered, yellowed old eyes as he gazed at the wondrous celestial phenomena in the sky.

"How about we call it 'Mormone's Torch'?"

Then, one of the Night's Watch brothers started it, and all the soldiers of the Black Legion burst into laughter. These soldiers, now a legion of criminals, understood the meaning of the words in a second.