Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord - Chapter 225

As time went by, the sun gradually set in the west, like a tired painter, lazily smearing a touch of orange-red paint on the horizon, dyeing the entire sky into a gorgeous and slightly tragic color.

On the distant horizon, a cloud of dust rose up, and in the dust, the figures of the Dothraki were looming. Gradually, the huge cavalry group that could not see the edge appeared clearly in front of everyone.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, resounding through the sky, and each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting people’s hearts. The dust raised by the horse hooves was like a surging sandstorm, approaching Gavin’s army with an overwhelming momentum.

Gavin stood quietly on the temporary high platform, his eyes fixed on the approaching cavalry group, his eyebrows unconsciously frowned, and a trace of worry surged in his heart.

The situation in front of him was much more difficult than he had imagined.

It’s not that he lacks confidence in winning this battle, but it’s as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to find Drogo accurately in this endless crowd.

According to the tradition of the Dothraki, Drogo will definitely charge into battle with his roaring warriors. These Dothraki, all of them are naked, and except for the arakh scimitars on their waists, they don’t even bother to equip spears. From a distance, they are almost no different, like a surging ocean, every wave is so similar that it is difficult to distinguish.

Gavin also had the idea of ​​riding a dragon to the sky. After all, in the air, the vision will become extremely wide, and it will be much easier to find Drogo.

However, the deterrent power of the Blazing Shadow is too strong now. Once it takes off, it is very likely to scare Drogo away. If Drogo hides himself in the crowd and takes the opportunity to escape, then the situation will become extremely troublesome.

Even with the Blazing Shadow, he is not sure that he can keep all the Dothraki here.

Gavin knew that if Drogo escaped, it would be like letting a tiger go back to the mountains, which would cause endless troubles in the future.

The Dothraki cavalry group was like a surging black tide, and it stopped abruptly at a distance from Gavin’s army.

Then, three cavalrymen rushed out of the huge crowd like arrows from a bow, and galloped towards Gavin’s army.

Gavin stood quietly on the high platform, his eyes fixed on the three cavalrymen who were gradually approaching.

This was undoubtedly an envoy sent by Drogo. After all, Gavin appeared very suddenly this time, and he had never had any contact with Drogo before. He had neither made friends nor had any grudges with him. Drogo would definitely be suspicious of his intentions.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Gavin’s eyes. He turned his head slightly and gave orders to the Blood Dragon Guards behind him.

The Blood Dragon Guards jumped out of the formation quickly like cheetahs and galloped towards the three envoys.

The three Dothraki messengers saw the Blood Dragon Guards rushing over and immediately became alert, holding their Arak scimitars in their hands.

However, before they could react, the Blood Dragon Guards had already rushed in front of them like a whirlwind.

The Blood Dragon Guards’ movements were clean and neat, and the long swords flashed cold light in the air. In an instant, three heads left their bodies. Blood gushed out like a fountain, and it looked particularly miserable under the reflection of the setting sun.

Gavin watched all this expressionlessly, and then he waved his hand coldly, and the Blood Dragon Guards threw the messenger’s heads high up as if playing, and then threw them back into the Dothraki crowd like throwing garbage, humiliatingly.

The three heads rolled in the air, and the Dothraki crowd was in an uproar.

Angry shouts and curses came one after another, and the originally neat cavalry formation also showed a trace of chaos. Some Dothraki warriors had rage in their eyes. They held their scimitars tightly, wishing they could rush up and tear Gawain and his army into pieces.

Khal Drogo, riding on his warhorse, also saw all this, his eyes burning with anger. He held the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. “That ignorant fellow dared to humiliate me like this!” He roared, his voice echoing like thunder on the grassland. His long braids swayed violently in the wind, and the bells on the braids made a rapid and chaotic sound, as if accompanying his anger.

Bloodriders Qotho, Haggo, and Coholro were also furious.

Qotho’s eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and he waved his arakh in his hand, shouting: “Blood of my blood, we will make them pay!”

Haggo gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face twisted with anger, his hands never left the scimitar at his waist, ready to rush at the enemy at any time. Cohollo’s face was terribly gloomy. He stared ahead with a cold murderous look in his eyes, “We will chop off all their heads and hang them in front of our tents!”

The entire Dothraki army was infected by the anger of Drogo and his bloodriders. Forty thousand roaring warriors roared, brandishing their weapons, and their horses’ hooves kept digging the ground, raising a cloud of dust. The air was filled with tension and anger, and a bloody battle was about to break out.

Gavin stood on the high platform, watching the reaction of the Dothraki crowd coldly.

Jalal, who was standing aside, witnessed the reaction of the Dothraki people and instantly understood Gavin’s way of humiliating them.

He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart that his majesty’s move was really cruel.

Beheading the other side’s envoy in front of the Dothraki army was undoubtedly the biggest provocation to them.

Given the hot tempers of those Dothraki, if Drogo had not taken revenge today, I’m afraid his position as Khal would not be stable.

This kind of humiliation is absolutely unbearable for the Dothraki, and they will definitely take the initiative to attack.

Just as Jalal was thinking, a thunderous shout broke out from the Dothraki crowd. The sound was just a few sporadic roars at first, and then quickly gathered into a wave of overwhelming sound, getting louder and louder, as if to tear the sky apart. Inspired by this shout, countless cavalrymen began to charge like a surging tide.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and the earth trembled violently under the trampling of horses’ hooves. The Dothraki cavalry waved their Arak scimitars, their eyes full of anger and murderous intent. The dust raised formed a huge cloud of dust behind them, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was a symbol of their anger.

Jalal’s heart tightened, he knew that this cruel battle was about to begin.

As the sound of Dothraki horses’ hooves got closer and closer, rumbling on the ground like thunder, Grey Worm slowly raised his spear high and shouted loudly: “Unsullied, hold your ground!”

“Raise your spears and hold your shields for defense.” Many Unsullied officers shouted loudly.

The Unsullied heard the order and quickly raised their spears in unison. Their movements were as precise as machines, and every movement seemed to have been through countless rigorous training.

They were all dressed in black armor, which shone with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, as if it was the coat of the god of death. Each piece of armor fit tightly, without any gaps, just like their close team spirit.

Their eyes were indifferent, without any fear, as if the Dothraki in front of them were just a group of vulnerable ants.

At the same time, Kael led the 2,000 archers of the Second Legion and rushed to the right position before the Dothraki charged.

They bent their bows and drew their arrows. Each archer had a serious expression. The beads of sweat on their foreheads sparkled in the sun, which was a proof of their nervousness and concentration.

When the Dothraki entered the range, Kael’s eyes became sharp in an instant. He took a deep breath and shouted, “Shoot!”

His voice was like a sharp arrow that cut through the sky, instantly breaking the brief silence on the battlefield. Two thousand arrows flew into the sky like raindrops. They flashed silver light under the reflection of the sun, like a shining meteor shower.

The arrows drew graceful arcs in the air and then poured down towards the Dothraki. The arrow feathers made a slight whistling sound in the air, as if it was the whisper of the god of death.

The Dothraki had no armor to protect them. Under the rain of arrows, people kept falling off their horses and were ruthlessly trampled by the cavalry swarming behind them. They screamed in pain and their bodies were instantly trampled into a bloody mess by the horses’ hooves. Some horses fell to the ground and died, crushing their riders. The riders were unable to move and could only watch themselves being trampled by the cavalry behind them and their lives disappeared under the horses’ hooves.

However, the casualties did not slow down their charge, but aroused their anger and murderous intent. They were like angry beasts. Even in the face of the threat of death, they still rushed forward regardless of everything and quickly drew their bows and shot arrows on horseback, counterattacking the Unsullied Legion and the Second Legion.

Because the Dothraki horse bows were less powerful, except for some arrows that accidentally hit the weak points of the armor, the other arrows were defended by the black armor of the Unsullied Legion. Those arrows that hit the armor only left some shallow marks on the armor, like the slight ripples left by the breeze blowing across the calm lake, and did not cause substantial damage to the Unsullied.

The sound of horse hooves roared like thunder, and the Dothraki cavalry crashed into the Unsullied Legion like a surging tide.

When the cavalry collided with the legion, a deafening roar erupted, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

With the help of the powerful impact of the horses, some Dothraki cavalry successfully broke through the first line of defense of the Unsullied Legion. The Dothraki cavalry leaned forward, and the Arak scimitars in their hands slashed at the Unsullied with a sharp sound. The Unsullied reacted quickly and immediately blocked with their shields. The shield and the scimitar collided violently, making a dull sound, as if a heavy war drum was struck.

At the same time, some of the Dothraki cavalry relied on their agility to jump high and try to break through the tight spear formation above. They waved their scimitars vigorously in the air, trying to cut off the spears or cleverly avoid the spears. The Unsullied kept their formation tightly, and the spearmen were quick to adjust the angle quickly and point their spears accurately at the enemies in the air. The spears and scimitars collided again, making a sharp sound, like a sharp arrow piercing the sky. In this fierce confrontation, some Dothraki were unfortunately stabbed by spears, their bodies twisted painfully in the air, and blood gushed out from the wounds like a spring, falling on the battlefield like red raindrops.

Those roaring warriors who were lucky enough to rush into the formation, relying on the unique advantages of the Arak scimitar in close combat, were also ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Unsullied. As more and more cavalry rushed into the formation, the two sides fell into a melee. The archers in the rear had to stop throwing arrows, and they drew their weapons and joined the fierce battle. For a time, the entire battlefield was completely in a state of chaotic fighting, and blood splattered, like blooming blood flowers, quickly dyeing the earth red.

With the protection of armor, the Unsullied barely managed to maintain the integrity of their formation in this close combat, making it impossible for the Dothraki to break through.

Gavin stood on the high platform, looking at the chaotic battlefield, but he could not find Drogo. Judging from the fact that the other side did not leave any reserve troops in the charge, it means that Khal Drogo must be among them.

Gavin’s mind moved, and the Blood Dragon Guards quickly rushed into the melee battlefield like a black whirlwind, divided into three teams.

The long swords in their hands swung, bringing up black light and shadows, as if the scythe of the god of death was ruthlessly harvesting lives. Every swing of the sword can cleanly cut off the enemy in front of them.

The Dothraki without any armor protection fell down in front of them like fragile sheep.

Soon, the Blood Dragon Guards tore several holes in the Dothraki in the opposite direction, and these holes were constantly expanding.

Gavin’s plan was successful, and the outstanding performance of the Blood Dragon Guards successfully attracted the attention of Khal Drogo.

Khal Drogo was furious when he saw the Blood Dragon Guards suppressing his warriors so easily in the crowd. He held the reins tightly and drove his horse towards the Blood Dragon Guards like an arrow from a bow.

“Blood of my blood, follow me!” Drogo roared, his voice echoing on the battlefield like thunder. His blood guards responded immediately and followed him closely without hesitation.

At this time, the fighting on the battlefield became more intense. The Dothraki saw Drogo rushing towards the Blood Dragon Guards in person, and their morale was boosted. Like a ignited flame, they attacked the Unsullied Legion more frantically. The Unsullied Legion resisted tenaciously. Although their formation was shaken a little by the enemy’s attack, it was still like a solid fortress that was not broken.

The Blood Dragon Guards met Khal Drogo and his blood guards, and a life-and-death struggle broke out in an instant. Khal Drogo is worthy of being a horse king, and his strength is indeed outstanding.

Even a powerful high-level Blood Dragon Guard was easily suppressed by him. After only five or six moves, a high-level Blood Dragon Guard was beheaded by Drogo.

His Blood Guards were also very powerful, and the Blood Dragon Guards who fought against them were quickly defeated.

“Khal Drogo!”

“Khal Drogo!”

The Dothraki cavalry saw the bravery of their khal, and their morale was boosted. They shouted his name, and their voices echoed throughout the battlefield.