LRAB Chapter 120 Drogo's Death
Chapter 120 Drogo's Death
Chapter 120 Drogo's Death
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Observing the battlefield from the player's perspective, Visser saw his white-robed commander and his best men, as well as the cavalry commander, locked in a fierce battle with the Dothraki barbarian Khal Drogo, a scene reminiscent of the Three Heroes fighting Lu Bu.
"Sir Jorah! Look!"
Jorah Mormont, the Kingsguard guarding the king's side, looked in the direction he was pointing, but saw only a blinding white, with no details discernible.
"That's Roland. Bous and Gillo are fighting the enemy's Khal. I've heard this Dothraki is very brave. Ser Jorah, go and help him. You must kill this barbarian. Once he's dead, the already demoralized centaurs will surely scatter like birds and beasts!"
To capture the enemy, first capture their leader. Killing Drogo would further demoralize the nearly 30,000 Dothraki.
Upon hearing this, Jorah immediately spurred his horse forward, surrounded by more than twenty men in white and blue robes, and headed straight for the battlefield.
"His Majesty's vision extends to this far."
With this thought in mind, Jorah led his men straight in the direction Visser had pointed.
If there are tens of thousands of people, they will fill the sky and the fields, let alone a battlefield with fifty or sixty thousand people.
Even though the Targaryens have pterosaurs in the sky and war elephants and fire-breathing insects on the ground, the Dothraki still have nearly 30,000 warriors who are brave and fierce. At this moment, their leader must be killed to prevent them from fighting again and to make them flee like birds and beasts, otherwise the war will not end.
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The young rider, Jogo, lashed out with his silver whip at Gilo's horse, causing the warhorse to rear up in pain and throw Gilo to the ground.
Qiao Ge was about to step forward and kill him, but was saved by the enemy's cavalry. The rest of them rushed forward and stabbed him with spears, killing Qiao Ge on his horse.
Gillo then regrouped his armor, preparing to change horses and fight again, but Drogo had already taken advantage of the gap to swing his spiked hammer and smash [Bows]'s head to pieces.
If it weren't for seven or eight white-robed men under Roland's command surrounding Drogo, he would probably have been cut down by Drogo right now.
Even so, by the time Gillo changed horses and resumed the battle, Drogo had already killed four white-robed men in succession.
Fortunately, Jorah arrived with his team at that moment, and the eight skilled fighters surrounded Drogo. If there hadn't been no gaps in their defenses, Drogo would probably have been surrounded by thirty men by now.
When the Dothraki warriors saw Khal trapped, they frantically tried to rescue him, but were held back by the white-robed man and his cavalry, unable to make an inch.
In the chaos of battle, Drogo's horse was first stabbed down, and he was then hacked to death by a flurry of blows. His head was also taken off, and Gillo strung it on a lance. Under the protection of cavalry and white-robed guards, he rode off to deliver the head.
Upon seeing Drogo's head, the Slarks felt as if their faith had been shattered, and their morale collapsed. Led by Ko, they scattered and fled in all directions.
One moment the two armies were still fighting fiercely, but now the Dothraki were being mercilessly beaten by the Targaryen warriors, and they were fighting with extraordinary courage.
The entire battlefield became a slaughterhouse for the Targaryen warriors, scattering the Dothraki and sending them fleeing in disarray.
"kill!"
When pursuing a defeated army, even a rabble can transform into a fierce and ruthless force. The Dragon Army, already a fierce and ruthless force, was aided by birds and beasts. After a relentless pursuit, if the centaurs hadn't relied on their four legs to run fast, they might have been completely wiped out today.
"Kill them! Take two more heads, and I can become a nobleman!"
"Stop running, you bald monk up ahead!"
"Catch that bastard up ahead! He dared to kill my dog! My dog!"
Although the Dothraki have four legs, when players get angry, they don't care about anything else and will chase after them like madmen. Players riding pterosaurs in the sky can catch their enemies even more easily.
They frequently swooped down, killing and wounding hundreds or even thousands of horsemen.
Even more astonishingly fast fire dragons burrowed back and forth through the holes, spewing dragon flames that burned and killed or injured large numbers of Dothraki.
In such a situation, even the usually brave and skilled Dothraki were prone to the mistake of thinking, "We've lost! We've lost! Our army has been defeated!"
This disease is so severe that it is extremely difficult to cure even for thousands of mighty lions in the world, let alone the Dothraki, whose military discipline is lax.
Tens of thousands of people at this moment all became people who called on their friends and relatives, and fled in different directions, searching for their fathers and brothers.
"Chase them! Chase them all the way to the Dothraki steppes!"
The old general, Prince Kanyi, drew his sword and roared.
As the sun set, the Dothraki were nowhere to be seen outside the city of Pentos.
Even their main camp, except for the few remaining pigs, horses, cattle, and sheep, was completely burned to the ground.
Meanwhile, Visser, riding high on his victory, led his army into the city.
In this battle, the Pentos Legion suffered 470 casualties among its local soldiers defending the city, and the naval commander, Pember, and 261 sailors were killed in action.
Nearly four thousand Dothraki were killed or wounded, and countless slaves, the elderly, women, and children were also killed.
Afterwards, Visser's army arrived, killed his kaodrogo, and over ten thousand horsemen, captured a thousand, and seized over three thousand warhorses, not counting a few livestock.
"Kneel down!"
Inside the old palace, Brown Man Ben, his face filled with panic, was pinned to the ground. This deputy commander of the Pentos Legion was sweating profusely, clearly hiding something.
"You knew that Pampel was drunk, yet you opened the city gates and allowed him to lead his navy in pursuit of the Dothraki, resulting in his death. You are guilty."
Visser sat at the head of the table, coldly watching Brown Ben.
The two rows of knights below him kept their eyes down, seemingly oblivious to the unfortunate fellow before them.
Only Bevos shook his head helplessly, but didn't say anything.
"Your Majesty! I have rendered meritorious service! I personally killed one of Drogo's Blood Guards, and I also personally led a team to wipe out an elite Dothraki hundred-man squad! I have done meritorious service!"
Brown Man looked up in a panic and shouted. His hands were sore from the intense movements and the pressure from the two men in blue robes behind him, and he looked pained.
"Your merits and demerits cannot outweigh your merits. The person you killed was the commander-in-chief of the royal navy fleet. There is no Great Wall here for you to wear black clothes. You will be hanged."
Today, West is going to make an example of someone; the Brown Man incident is definitely not going to be forgotten.
Regardless of his intentions, Brown opened the city gates, letting a drunken naval commander-in-chief, soon to be the Minister of the Navy, lead the sailors in pursuit of the elite cavalry, while he trailed behind.
No matter how you look at it, his initial intentions were not good. If Westbrook deals with him, the rest of the Jazz won't complain. On the contrary, with Kobe Bryant as an example, they will at least have this warning when they try to gain merit through underhanded means in the future.
"Your Majesty! I request a trial by combat!" Brown Man shouted.
Upon hearing this, Visser nodded in agreement and immediately dispatched Jorah Mormont.
In the arena, Jorah Mormont beheaded Brownman Ben after the fourth round.
Several days later, they surrendered to the true dragon, and with over a thousand Slark warriors led by Gillo clearing the way, the army returned to Braavos.
One day, Visser rode a white horse in the lead, followed by a victorious army. A man in a white robe held a long spear with Drogo's head hanging from its tip, displaying it to the crowd.
Along the way, all the loyal civilians who had been pre-arranged by the "pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck" trope were now raising their hands above their heads, jumping and cheering "Long live the Emperor!"
"His Majesty!"
"Give the order, Your Majesty."
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Just then, a comet streaked across the sky, and everyone thought it was the gods protecting the true dragon Visser, and they were all amazed.
Visser looked up, squinting. It was coming...