The sword was snatched away, and the palm of his hand was separated from the body. The prince in tattered clothes was in so much pain that he couldn't help himself. He screamed like a madman: "Hiss... Fengchuantan, kill all those barbarians for me! Split the barbarian king into pieces."

!Wash away the humiliation of Broken Palm for me!"

In fact, there was no need for him to add fuel to the fire with personal grudges. His members, who had always been kind and powerful, had already rushed towards the braided warrior.

Drogo also brandished his sword and roared: "Kill! Send these damn intruders to hell!"

The number of mercenaries and Drogo's troops are about the same, but the opponent only has two thousand mounted mercenaries. He has led the Dothraki on the battlefield for many years, and is fully aware of the impact of mounted soldiers on infantry. The enemy does not have well-trained Unsullied ones.

It can withstand the impact, so he feels that his side has an absolute advantage.

The situation was out of control. Even if the leaders of the Stormcrows and Second Sons wanted to wait and see, they could not withstand the surging killing force that swept through the entire Pride Square. They had no choice but to follow the restlessness of most of the members and face the ferocious enemy!

For a moment, the shouts of killing were deafening. The two opposing sides forgot about the honor and rewards that had become unimportant at this time. They only hoped that the gods would bless them with good luck, vented their madness, and tried their best to take the lives of their opponents!

The braided warriors passed through both sides like a flood. Drogo stopped the bravest bloodrider and handed him the great arakh blade given by his father.

"Ago, I will give you this gold-plated scimitar that has been with me for many years. I hope you will not insult the name of my father Barbo!"

The most passionate Ago was shocked, and his honor instantly surged to an unprecedented level. He excitedly took the Glory Scimitar and responded emotionally: "My blood, I will use the Glory Blade you gave me to serve you."

Kill all enemies who stand in your way!"

Drogo didn't need to think about who to give a good sword to a warrior for too long. He nodded happily and said, "Very good. Now go get your glory."

"Yes! The villain is eager to bleed!"

Ago responded excitedly, like a raging bull, arrogantly urging his horse to push away his own people and rush to the front line.

In less than two minutes, Drogo became the man behind the throne. He looked at the melee ahead and fixed his gaze on the hot battle circle that no one dared to step into!

The flames spit out by Viserion burned Roman's heavy armor, blocking his sight. The giant swung his hammer wildly, but his madness was always far away from the white dragon.

The heavy armor was burned red, and Roman howled in pain, condensing the pain into the word "hot", declaring his despair.

The giant's hair is so thick that even if it is tightly wrapped by armor and weeping armor, it cannot conceal the burnt smell brewed by the high temperature.

Drogo felt both contempt and joy in his heart. In the words of his previous life, Roman the Giant was a stuttering imbecile with excess hormones that burned out his brain.

When the smell of burnt meat mixed with the smell of blood, Roman finally knew how to escape from danger by removing his armor. After stripping off all his burdens, he took up his long legs and ran forward several steps ahead of others, hoping to avoid the burning of the dragon's flames.

Faced with the smoky giant's barbaric collision with no distinction between friend and foe, neither man nor horse could bear it, and they all lost their balance and fell on their backs.

Roman was like a wounded beast, running wildly all over the place, knocking several people into the air and beating them to death, causing both the opposing parties to curse endlessly!

The victorious Viserion did not chase down the giant, but fluttered his wings and flew high to the central pyramid in the distance, leaving a path of fire by the way!

Drogo couldn't blame the child for his irresponsible attitude, because the dragons were not his slaves. He basically did whatever he wanted. The reason why he could make them breathe fire was because of the word "dragon flame". The three-headed dragons had grown up since they were young.

They have been influenced by their ears and eyes, causing them to develop this mechanized habit.

Besides, he was only the second choice. The young dragon was closer to Dany, so he could only give up and sigh.

The big weapon flew away, and Drogo decided to take up the vacancy. He rushed into the battle circle and tried his best at the edge of the most powerful weapon in the world of ice and fire.

"Dang! Cha! Barbaric!"

The Valyrian scimitar passed by, and whether it was a man, a horse, or a finely tempered sword, everything deviated from its original shape very simply. Either the body and head were separated, or the sword collapsed and the sword was broken!

This sharpness that can cut iron like mud makes Drogo even more powerful, and his combat power has been raised to another level.

He is now very sure that if he had this sharp blade just now, he is confident that he can kill the heavy-armored, thick-skinned giant in a duel!

Of course, the sword also depends on who uses it. He is born with great strength, so he can cut with such power. If it were someone else, it would be good if he could cut a gap in the opponent's weapon.

After all, the mercenary leader puts profit first. Seeing that his men are defeated by all the strong, powerful and fearless warriors on horseback, he no longer wants to fight.

The first to escape was the Second Son Regiment, which was the smallest with only about 500 people. It was blacklisted by many employers. The reason was that their leader Mero, seeing that the momentum was not right, gave up on his horse that was chewed to pieces by snowballs.

and his giants, running towards the west gate protected by the worm river.

Next came the Stormcrows, but only a third of them escaped. They were all under the oil-headed Daario Na Haris, and their retreat direction was still towards the west gate.

Such a retreat made Drogo wonder whether a fleet of ships was moored in the Worm River flowing at the west gate at this time.

The remaining two leaders of the Storm Crow Regiment, whether they adhere to their professional ethics or are blinded by murder, lost the brains of the regiment, Commander, actually led the crowd to resist the khalasar's critical attack, but they basically used

The infantry was the main force, and they soon paid the price for their foolish bravery, and the whole regiment was destroyed.

As for their two captains, Puranda Na Jisen and Salo, one died under Drogo's sword, and the other was beheaded by Ago, who was the most excited in the audience.

Since the Dothraki worshiped the strong, Horse King always led by example in order to convince the crowd, and Drogo did the same for the illusory verbal glory.

If he were defeated, his Kou would take over and become the new Khal.

But it will be very difficult for Ago and the others to replace him, because he is constantly being upgraded in an all-round way.

Two of the three groups of mercenaries were missing, leaving only the most powerful Fengchui Regiment. Most of them were cavalry, and there were as many as a thousand infantry. They were the formidable enemies of Khalasar.

But they are now leaderless, because the Prince in Tattered Clothes, who lost too much blood, was trampled into mud by the horses in the chaos.

Coupled with the braided warriors, whose fighting spirit was always high and tireless, like beasts, they were gradually eaten away by the pack in isolation and without help.

Regardless of the corpses on the ground, Drogo took a brief inventory of the battlefield and found that only the giant Roman was left swinging his hammer wildly.

In fact, Drogo's best fighting method is not to wield a sword in close combat, but to shoot arrows to attack from a distance. His archery skills are modestly ranked second in the grass sea, and no one dares to claim to be first.

With his superb archery skills, he struck a few arrows, causing the giant's legs and arms to lose power. Khalasar, who had been entangled with Roman for a long time, was about to cut the body into pieces, but was stopped by Kaa, because this big guy could be so big.

Use it. After all, giants are very scarce. If you use them well, you can definitely turn the tide of the war!

The giant had deaf ears, so his master Mero spoke loudly to him. This loophole was caught by Drogo. He grasped the desire of the big guy, and he was confident of conquering the giant.

Kaa is not a person who doesn't know how to adapt. Even if Roman is the main culprit who caused the fall of Astapor, there is life and death in a bloody battle. Under special circumstances, as long as Dany is fine, he can give up and ignore everything!

After ordering the khalasars to tie him tightly with spare reins, he led his army towards the central pyramid.

Based on his estimation at this point in time, he felt that the Unsullied army was approaching the city soon. When the time came, they would attack from both sides, and he firmly believed that the combined slave armies of Yunkai and Meereen would not be able to withstand it.

The journey was smooth, but Drogo's calm heart gradually returned to the heart-wrenching state it had been in before.

Because Rakaro's eyesight was better than his, he also discovered the suspicious points as he got closer to the central pyramid.

The people shooting arrows down from the tower were indeed Dothraki, but they were mercenaries with long braids. The targets they shot at were the Astapor garrison who were not afraid of death and wanted to rush into the tower again and again!

“Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!”

Drogon and Rhaegal were circling and hissing around the tower. The reason why Viserion hurriedly gave up on roasting rare delicacies was that Dany, with her silver-gold hair, was being stabbed with a sharp blade by a gorgeously dressed son of the harpy.
Chapter completed!