The red comet streaked across the sky, causing various reactions across the entire Westeros continent.
The Ironborn of the Iron Islands believed that the 'Wrath of the Drowned God' had been triggered, while the masters of Oldtown Academy and the bishops of the Temple of Stars who believed in the Seven Gods jointly declared that this was just a normal astronomical phenomenon, and that it was the 'Seven Gods' Slash'.
The sword that kills the seasons'.
The soldiers in the Riverlands looked up at the sky. They called this red comet the Red Messenger, which foreshadowed that good news of victory would be spread frequently in the future.
The people in the palace of King's Landing called it King Robert's Comet. The flattery made King Robert, who had just returned from victory, feel elated. He held a banquet and drank until he was drunk and unconscious.
In the end, Sir James spent a lot of energy and carried His Majesty the King back to his bedroom with his own hands. For this reason, Sir James had some backache in the next few days.
However, some people among the citizens of King's Landing also call this red comet the Red Messenger, and some people call it the Dragon's Tail Star.
The last embers of Targaryen gradually took shape on the continent of Essos on the other side of the Narrow Sea. It had several cities and towns and a territory no less than a country. And these news gradually spread to King's Landing along with the exchanges of caravans.
among.
Although orders have been issued in the Red Keep to tightly block these news and catch these gossips, the golden robes of King's Landing are also jumping up and down and active.
But for this giant city-state with a dense population of more than 500,000 people, it is still somewhat powerless. There are so many people who can't clean up the shit and urine produced every day, let alone control so many people.
human mouth.
Some people think Baratheon is good, while others think Targaryen is good, so the meaning of the name Dragon Tail Star has naturally become blurry.
However, in a blacksmith shop in King's Landing, a little boy with black hair thought it looked like a fiery red sword taken out of the forge.
But this is of no consequence.
...
And on the battlefield of Ge Duohe.
The war has reached its final stage.
"In the name of the Seven Gods and the Mother River——"
Viserys wore a helmet with bright silver armor that reflected brilliant light in the sun. He held a spear in one hand, and the long mane of his white horse was flowing.
"Destroy all the invaders who want to plunder our wealth, seize our wives and children, and even want to sell us into slaves!"
The little king personally led more than a hundred heavy cavalry to avoid the fire that was still burning, and then accelerated the charge and rushed into the battlefield.
Rumble——
Now the morale of the Dothraki has declined to a low point. Attacking towns is not their strong point. Now they have suffered setbacks one after another. They even encountered an enemy ambush after rushing into the town.
A fire divided the formation, and most of the tribesmen were drowned in the sea of fire or blocked in the town, becoming turtles caught in the urn. The Dothraki who did not fall into the battlefield in the second half had no chance to fight.
Courage to live.
Most of them were old people, women, and even children who were in poor physical condition. These children usually followed the army to pick up arrows and weapons from corpses as backup, but they did not expect that they would now become the front line of the army.
And at this time.
The earth in the distance shook slightly, and a dull roar was heard, ringing in the hearts of every panicked Dothraki.
Without Khal, the Dothraki were like a pack of wolves without their leader. They didn't know what to do at this time.
"Hey--"
The chaotic and noisy Dothraki language kept ringing, and they were putting forward their own ideas one by one, but no one had the right to order everyone.
Because their Kaa was trapped in the sea of fire and had not yet escaped, he might have died.
It seemed that he felt the danger was coming.
Tread...
The horses' hooves trampled uneasily on the ground. The Dothraki people sitting on the horses looked at each other and tightened the reins in their hands. Like their companions, they all smelled the unsettling smell in the air.
But the next scene told them the answer.
On a high hill not far from them outside Ge Duohe, a group of armored knights passed over the obstacles of the hills, reflecting dazzling light in the sun.
Andalus's heavy cavalry, armed to the teeth, roared in, their heavy horse hooves stamped hard on the ground, kicking up dust like a long smoke dragon.
And the knight in shining armor at the front is riding a white horse with beautiful hair, his feet are in stirrups, and he is holding the reins with one hand. He is leaning down slightly and galloping down close to the horse's back. The other hand is holding a spear.
The first to break into the Dothraki crowd.
When the two Dothraki warriors saw the knight, they roared in anger. They mustered up the courage to rush forward with their arakh scimitars in hand, trying to stop the intruder.
"die."
However, the lavender eyes under the visor of this silver-armored knight only condensed slightly, and then he tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
With a tremor of his wrist, the sharp tip of the spear came out accurately and pierced into the neck of a Dothraki warrior.
puff--
A handful of enemy blood flowers bloom.
Rumble...
The panicked hoofbeats of horses fled into the distance.
The owner on the horse had been overthrown to the ground, his body was hit hard on the ground, and his head was almost completely broken off.
The scimitar in the hand of another Dothraki warrior flanking Viserys was pressed against his helmet.
Qiang——
It even cut off the white tassel on top of his head, and then the little king turned his head slightly, narrowly avoiding it.
Then there was a curse in Dothraki. He originally thought that this knife could definitely cut off the head of the tin can, but the other party dodged it.
But before he could say this completely, he felt a heavy blow on his chest.
Bang——
Viserys stabbed an enemy to death with one shot, and at the same time dodged his sword. The gun barrel made a sound as it scraped against the steel glove, and the heavy gun hit his chest heavily.
thump…
The Dothraki warrior's body was knocked off his horse and fell to the ground, where his life and death were unknown.
However, before he could get up again, he was trampled alive by the cavalry following Viserys.
The heavy cavalry, armed to the teeth, dealt a devastating blow to the light cavalry who was standing there in a state of confusion and panic.
Unstoppable.
Like lava flowing from a volcanic eruption, these Dothraki melted instantly.
Then they finally began to flee in all directions. There was no longer an organization like Kass or Khalasar. All the commands had already become chaotic as Kaa fell deeply into the sea of fire.
The Dothraki translator that Viserys had left behind finally came in handy.
Evan Knight grabbed the translator with a thunderous voice.
"tell them!"
"Hand over Drogo! Otherwise no one will be left alive!"