The soldiers of Andalus believed that no matter how powerful the warriors were, they could not defeat many with less, not to mention that they were not lambs to be slaughtered.
However, they still overestimated the gap between themselves and the world's greatest mounted warriors. The distance between them was actually not much different from that of humans and sheep.
call...
Drogo's eyes were calm and calm. The heavy scimitar in his hand carried the strong sound of wind and directly chopped the cartilage on the throat of an Andalos soldier and chopped off his head.
The head rolled down and blood spurted out instantly.
At the same moment, in the chaotic battle situation, Drogo was one against five.
Qiang——
The sound of metal rubbing together.
An Andalus soldier tried to kill Drogo with his long sword, but he dodged after being slashed to death by his companion.
The long sword drew close to Khal Drogo's bronze belt, and clear sparks burst out.
"Um..."
The powerful Dothraki warrior's breathing was as heavy as thunder, and his dark eyes were completely immersed in the battle. He was surrounded by the remaining five Andalos soldiers.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.
Then the long braid flicked, and the head once again dodged the sword swept by the soldier next to him.
laugh--
However, his long braid could not be completely avoided. A small section was accidentally cut off by the Andalos soldier's sword, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Kaa!"
The silent Hago saw this scene and tightened the scimitar in his hand.
It is difficult for any warrior to defeat many enemies, because he only has one pair of eyes, and the enemies are not unarmed peasants, they are also warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles.
Kaa's move seemed to him a bit overconfident and risky.
"Drogo!"
And Kohoro, who had saved Drogo's life when he was a child, also wanted to draw his sword and go up to help.
"Um…"
"Ohos..."
However, the two bloodriders who wanted to draw their swords and step forward to help were stopped by Drogo, who raised his hands and spoke Dothraki.
The terrifying Dothraki warrior took a few steps back and escaped from the encirclement of Andalos soldiers.
Then his eyes fell on the section of his hair that was cut off and fell to the ground, and his dark and deep eyes condensed slightly.
The Dothraki are actually extremely superstitious. Broken hair braids mean defeat. He thought this might be a bad omen.
Phew~
Drogo's breathing was a little heavy.
However...
"kill him!"
Just now, I almost cut off the opponent's head with a sword, but unfortunately it only cut off a section of the opponent's braid.
Then seeing this strong Dothraki warrior retreat, the remaining five soldiers of Andalos obviously gained a boost in morale.
They thought that the other party was scared, and then they wanted to pursue the victory and kill the three Dothraki in front of them.
The Andalus soldiers rushed over again, wanting to kill Drogo, and Drogo finally came to his senses, retracted his gaze from the braid on the ground, and raised his head to look at several Andalus soldiers,
Anger and determination gradually burned in the dark and deep eyes.
Like a furious lion, it let out a deep roar.
"Roar--"
Then the terrifying Dothraki warrior waved the blood-stained scimitar, and the heavy scimitar turned again with the sound of wind, dodging the attack of a soldier.
puff--
Then he slashed the waist of another soldier with a knife, throwing the soldier's body directly into the air and cutting it into two pieces.
Dangdang——
Then the strong body turned flexibly, and the scimitar in his hand cut off a spear, killing the opponent just like chopping melons and vegetables.
Bang——
Then the strong arm clamped a long sword. The biceps and forearm muscles clamped the long sword, making it impossible for the opponent to thrust it in or pull it out.
Then he turned around and chopped off the head of another soldier.
The soldier whose sword was clamped in his arm was full of horror. He watched helplessly as his companions around him were hacked to death, but he couldn't pull out his sword. His inner defense had already collapsed.
It turns out that the other party was not afraid just now, but he didn't want to kill him yet.
Then the soldier was about to loosen the hilt of the sword and turn around to run away, but it was too late. Drogo threw away the arakh, and the scimitar fell to the ground with a heavy sound.
Then he pinched the soldier's wrist, making it impossible for him to escape even if he wanted to. His eyes, burning with rage, locked onto the soldier at close range.
The horrifying bloodshot eyes looked at the other person's liver and gallbladder, his legs couldn't help shaking, and his mind went blank. He only opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.
Because he didn't know how to say begging for mercy in Dothraki.
However, Drogo did not give him a chance to beg for mercy. He forcibly suppressed the fear of the ominous omen in his heart and strengthened his determination to avenge Corso.
Then, under the horrified gaze of the other party, he directly crushed the Andalus soldier's wrist and slit his throat with his own sword.
puff--
Blood sprayed on Drogo's strong chest, and then he let go of his hands, and the body fell weakly to the ground.
In the blink of an eye.
Five of the six Andalos soldiers were killed by Drogo alone.
"ah…"
"ah…"
When the last soldier holding a shield saw this horrific scene, his heartbeat stopped.
Holding the shield tremblingly, he turned around and tried to escape.
However, Drogo kicked him to the ground, then picked up his arakh and chopped off the opponent's head with one blow.
This act of killing six Andalus soldiers instantly boosted the morale of the Dothraki.
"Hoohoho——"
Suddenly, deafening cheers erupted from the Dothraki.
All the Andalus soldiers also noticed this, and looked at Khal Drogo with a little more fear. They swallowed and even took a few steps back involuntarily when the opponent's eyes were swept over them.
"Use arrows!"
"Shoot him to death with an arrow!"
Then there were shouts and screams, hoping that the archers would shoot this terrifying Dothraki warrior to death with arrows, and they would not let the other party lead the Dothraki to the front of the battle.
This is the role of Kaa as the bravest warrior in the entire Khalasar. Although personal force does not play a big role in the war, it can inspire people.
The Dothraki admired the strong, and they willingly surrendered to the powerful Khal, and would fight, plunder, and even die for him.
After Drogo finished all this, he was quickly protected by the Dothraki who swarmed up behind him. He looked at the Andalus front in the distance with cold and unsmiling eyes.
Of course he wouldn't charge into the battle himself, as even if he had nine lives, it wouldn't be enough.
But at this moment.
Drogo, who had withdrawn from the formation, sniffed slightly and suddenly smelled a strange smell.
Drogo was extremely familiar with the smell on the battlefield, but this smell was different from the stench of blood, but rather pungent.
"What's this?"
Then Drogo lowered his head and looked at his feet.