Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then came Dothraki curses. He had thought his strike would be a sure thing in severing the Iron Can's head, but the man dodged it.

But before he could even finish his sentence, he felt a heavy blow to his chest.

bang——

Viserys stabbed an enemy to death with one thrust, dodging the blow as the spear shaft scraped against his steel gauntlet, the heavy grip slamming into the enemy's chest.

thump…

The Dothraki warrior was thrown from his horse and fell to the ground, his fate unknown.

However, before he could get up again, he was trampled into a bloody pulp by the cavalry following behind Viserys.

The heavily armed cavalry, facing off against the light cavalry who were standing still in a state of confusion and fear, delivered a devastating blow.

Unstoppable.

Like lava flowing from a volcanic eruption, it instantly melted away the Dothraki.

They then began to scatter and flee, no longer having the established structures of Kas and Karasa, and all command had long since become chaotic as Kao was engulfed in flames.

The Dothraki translator, whom Viserys had spared, finally came in handy.

Knight Evan grabbed the translator and roared.

"Tell them!"

Hand over Drogo! Otherwise, none of you will be spared!

Chapter 129 The Curtain Falls

Viserys personally led his cavalry to crush the last vestiges of resistance in the hearts of the Dothraki.

Meanwhile, the Dothraki who had divided their forces to resist on Oberyn's side saw the changes happening here and decisively withdrew from the war, but instead of joining up with their people here, they retreated in another direction.

The Dothraki tribes of the Karas were composed of individual Kars. When the Khal died, all the Kars were effectively freed and transformed into flexible small groups.

If a new Khao can be chosen in a short time, that would be fine. If no new Khao is born, then these Khao will break away from the Khalasa and form a new Khalasa with the rest of the Khao, or join the tribes of other Khao.

Although no definitive news has yet been received, the leader of this group believes that Khal Drogo has most likely been trapped in the fire and burned to ashes.

Khal Drogo is dead.

Otherwise, the main force wouldn't have been in such chaos.

"These Dothraki are finished."

In the distance, Oberyn watched helplessly as the Dothraki, with whom they had just fought, retreated into the distance, but did not give chase.

Although Oberyn won the battle, he did not become arrogant. He knew that Andalus' ordinary cavalry could not defeat the Dothraki in horseback combat. They were outnumbered, Andalus only had a few horses, and their horsemanship was not as skilled as their opponents'.

The Dothraki were able to win this battle purely because they underestimated Viserys, while Viserys had regarded them as mortal enemies from the very beginning and had meticulously laid a trap.

It can be said that the soldiers who sacrificed themselves, the horse traps, the barricades, and everything else were all traps designed to lure the vicious dogs into the cage.

"Once the vicious dog is inside the cage, you can swing a big stick to teach it a lesson."

The narrow terrain was not suitable for the Dothraki to operate, and if they were in the wilderness, even a large fire would not have a significant impact.

Because they are not crowded together like people are on city streets, shoulder to shoulder, in such a densely populated environment, the destructive power of a fire can be increased by ten or even dozens of times.

"That's a brilliant plan."

Oberyn sighed, took off his helmet. Sweat had already soaked through his hair, and his usually flowing, slightly wavy black hair clung to his cheeks and scalp, with sweat streaming down.

The armor is really well designed; it's almost completely airtight. In the summer, you could suffocate from it, and in the winter, you could freeze into a block of ice.

Prince Dorne then wiped the sweat from his brow, threw his helmet on the ground, and dismounted from his horse.

...

But in the distance.

Viserys and his heavy cavalry crushed the Dothraki's will to resist. Their heavy hooves tore through their chaotic formation like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep, rolling forward with unstoppable force.

These Dothraki, now only old, weak, and disabled, were powerless to stop the heavy cavalry and scattered in all directions. Among them were, of course, some brave warriors who, wanting to stop these iron-clad Dothraki, drew their scimitars and charged forward.

However, his unarmored warhorse was sent flying like a sandbag.

boom

The warrior on horseback also coughed up blood and fell heavily to the ground.

Meanwhile, those who bypassed the frontal charge of the heavy cavalry and swung their swords to try and kill the Andalusian knights discovered that they couldn't even break through the enemy's defenses.

Ding ding ding…

The crudely made Arak scimitar struck the finely crafted, heavy plate armor, leaving only shallow scratches, and then the impact made his wrist ache.

Then, to his horror, the other party drew his sword from his waist and slashed him off his horse.

Iron hooves mercilessly trampled the Dothraki lying on the ground, crushing them into a bloody pulp with heavy thuds, forever merging them with the earth.

call

call

Viserys' breathing was heavy beneath his armor, and he felt a sharp pain in his arm holding the spear; he had exhausted all his strength.

His warhorse had finally exhausted its energy, its body burning hot, sweat dripping onto the ground, mixed with nauseating blood.

"His Majesty."

Then attendants rushed forward and helped Viserys down from his horse.

splash

The young king's armor rattled, and he now resembled a blood-soaked gourd, having slain countless enemies.

He even felt a little unsteady on his feet, and then, with the help of his attendants, he removed the silver helmet from his head.

Viserys then took a deep breath of fresh air.

All the heavy cavalrymen, with the help of their attendants, fell from their horses, for they, like the little king, were too weak to dismount.

Their warhorses were also exhausted, their lungs gurgling as if they were about to explode, sweat mixed with blood flowing down their sides. If the knights dismounted and their heavy armor shifted, their warhorses could be pulled to the ground, resulting in injuries or even death.

"This war is over."

Viserys' chest heaved slightly, and then, with the help of his attendants, he gradually removed the rest of his armor, freeing himself from the heavy burden.

Click

The attendant removed Viserys' breastplate, and he felt his breathing become much easier.

From dawn to dusk.

The battle lasted all day.

Now, apart from the corpses scattered all around, there are no more Dothraki left. Some are dead, some have fled, and they have scattered to distant places.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on the battlefield, which was littered with wreckage.

Viserys, even if he wanted to give chase, lacked the strength, and besides, their horses were not as fast as the Dothraki's.

"Has Drogo's body been found?"

Viserys removed his armor, then, without minding the dirt, sat directly on a Dothraki corpse, took a couple of deep breaths, wiped his sweat, and then asked.

"do not know."

The attendant shook his head slightly; he had not yet received the news.

"His Majesty."

However, at this moment...

A fast horse came galloping from a short distance, carrying a soldier who came to deliver the message. The soldier came to Viserys' side and then dismounted.

"Your Majesty, the body of Khal Drogo has been found."

"Really?"

Upon hearing the soldier's words, Viserys suddenly stood up, and then the world spun around him.

"His Majesty."

He was then helped up by the guards beside him, but Viserys took a breath and waved his hand, saying that he was just a little exhausted and would be fine after eating something.

But there are more important things to do right now.

"Come on, take me to see it."

Chapter 130 The Death of Drogo

Not too much time has passed.

tao tao…

The sound of hooves rang out, and then he dismounted.

"Over here..."

The young king, who had already removed his armor, arrived at the place where the great fire had burned, surrounded by his soldiers.

Now, the ground here is scorched black, radiating a scorching heat. It still feels warm when you step on it. The charred corpses are no longer recognizable from their former selves, turned into brittle charcoal, and can be crushed into dust with a single step.

Click

Viserys' footsteps crushed a charred corpse, and he followed the soldiers around him to the place where Drogo's body had been found.

There were still some embers on the ground around, swaying gently in the wind.

“Viserys, this kind of place is actually very dangerous.”

"The flames could reignite if you are not careful."

Oberyn, the legion's second-in-command, also arrived at the scene. Viserys, the core of this battle, had been ordering the killing of Khal Drogo.

And this is indeed the case in reality; as soon as the Dothraki's Khal dies, the entire Khalasa will instantly descend into chaos.

From the moment Kao died, they were no longer strictly speaking members of a tribe and were free to leave the Karasa.

Then there would be no point in continuing this war.