Chapter 222: Looking West Toward King's Landing
"Dragonflame!" Rhaegar shouted, and the demon dragon sensed the Dragonrider's thoughts.
The demon dragon first circled and soared into the sky, its leathery wings making a thunderous sound as it flapped them, then suddenly swooped down again. The demon dragon's beautiful and magnificent figure was like a new sun in the sky. The Silver Dragon was the first to spew smoke from its mouth, and the other two demon dragons also began to spray, their necks arching like bows, gathering power, and flames erupted from their hideous maws. Silver-gold, bronze-violet, and black-red—three dragons, three different kinds of flames. Demon dragons were creatures of fire and heat, and when they breathed fire, their bodies shone like glistening jade. The Screamers on both banks of the Upper Rhoyne saw the raging flames; the demon dragons' passing figures brought a greeting from purgatory.
Those viscous, condensed, seemingly materialized flames began to burn fiercely and endlessly. Silver mixed with golden flames, purple mixed with bronze-violet flames, and black-red intertwined flames. Not only was the quantity immense, but these flames also contained the pulsation of magic.
"Don't be afraid, kill these demon dragons!" one of Khal Ogo's kos shouted loudly, then was covered by a swirling silver flame. The gold and silver flames rushed toward Khal Ogo's ko, this brave adventurer who wanted to avenge Ogo and become a greater Khal. But the flames ignited, melting his black eyes, and his hair and beard began to burn fiercely, a ball of fire twice the size of his head. Khal Ogo's ko began to emit a roasted smell, his screams drowning out everything, only to be annihilated into dust.
The Three-Headed Dragon danced wildly in front, chasing the Dothraki Screamers who dared to resist. The flames and dragon roars made the horses go mad; many horses, as if insane, no longer obeyed their masters' commands. The herd was terrified and began to gallop wildly in the opposite direction, foaming at the mouth, their hooves trampling the earth. The Screamers who had been charging forward were now carried backward by their horses, fleeing for their lives, while behind them, one of Khal Ogo's kos had already fled for his life. Now the situation was in complete chaos, both banks of the Upper Rhoyne filled with clamor, commotion, and disorder. The Dothraki Screamers were helpless; some warriors tried to draw their bows and shoot arrows, but were thrown off by the crazed horses and trampled to death. The flying arrows and spears were easily dodged by the demon dragons, which became even more cruel and wild, and many Screamers' last sight was the demon dragons' flames. The Screamers rushed toward the Upper Rhoyne, a horizon they could never reach.
"Kill!"
"Long live House Targaryen!"
"Long live King's Landing!"
"Long live Dorne!"
The royal escort soldiers behind them shouted various slogans, and the battlefield became a scene like purgatory.
The armored heavy cavalry from King's Landing, the light cavalry from Dorne, and the Dothraki Screamers, three different types of cavalry, charged together in the chaos under the command of Barristan and the Red Viper. Ser Barristan and Oberyn both rode blood-red Sand Steeds gifted by Rhaegar, priceless treasures sent by the Tall Men. Ser Barristan Selmy the Bold and Oberyn, the Red Viper, led the charge, their blood-red steeds galloping like lightning. Barristan wore a full suit of steel armor enameled in white, his cloak as white as fresh snow, just like the white shield hanging from his saddle, while Oberyn's long sleeves billowed, his body cinched by a jeweled belt, his armor densely adorned and inlaid with polished copper plates, shining silver and soft red gold. Oberyn relied on his spear and shield. Dothraki warriors had no strong racial concepts; when they met on the great plains, it was mostly a free-for-all, and they only obeyed the strong. Five hundred Screamers had already become the warriors of the Silver Dragon Khal, and naturally they would fiercely harvest Khal Ogo's warriors. Rhaegar's knights swept through like a storm, ravaging the remaining Screamers of Khal Ogo, and blunt weapons were tremendously harmful to these unarmored horsemen.
The infantry behind also caught up. The axe-wielding soldiers of Norvos charged out with wild shouts, wielding great axes, invincible. Wherever they passed, it was like a strong wind sweeping through a grassland, and Dothraki warriors fell one after another. The Unsullied also followed, advancing in three columns, their rigid posture as if carved from stone. Each of them was on foot, even the commanders, though the commanders' helmets were topped with three spikes. They only moved aside from necessary flames and corpses, then immediately reformed their ranks. Each carried three spears, a short sword, and a shield. The firelight flickered on the long spikes of their bronze helmets, bathing their smooth faces. The Unsullied were silent and voiceless, simply skillfully wielding their weapons and advancing.
Large numbers of Dothraki warriors fell in the flames, wailing across the land. The flames filled the sky, leaving no escape; it was truly a scene of dragons washing their armor with blood.
"A great victory! Whether I knew it or not, if I wanted to control the Rhoyne, I first had to resolve the threat of the Dothraki people. Although I didn't kill Khal Balbo, that old fool, killing Khal Ogo, this even crazier young Khal, is not bad at all. All the Free Cities will behave themselves." Rhaegar thought to himself. Khal Ogo had died in the war. Of Khal Ogo's kos, one died in the demon dragon's flames, and another, seeing the unfavorable situation, immediately fled for his life. The Dothraki people either fled or surrendered. Rhaegar had merely ordered the deaths of Ogo's most fanatical followers, not the complete extermination of this Khalasar.
The area near Qohor, on the Upper Rhoyne, had turned into a bloody battlefield. Khal Ogo and his Bloodriders died miserably, and even more tragic were the Dothraki Screamers burned alive by the demon dragons' flames. The Dothraki Screamers were directly reduced to ash by the demon dragons' flames and the charges of Barristan and the Red Viper. Although the Rhoyne River Alliance had fewer people, they had dragons. Relying on the demon dragons' wrath and the shockwave of the armored knights, the Dothraki people were utterly defeated.
"Green hills cannot block it; after all, it flows east. The fluctuation of the will to power—who can control the rise and fall of the entire world!" Rhaegar wore black scale armor, his red cloak dancing in the wind. He rested Orphan-Maker on the ground. Behind him stood his loyal warriors: armored knights, Dornish light cavalry, and Dothraki Screamers. The monks of Norvos and the Unsullied pondered; the Dragon King's battle had been like uprooting a dead tree, and they should let their rulers know the terror of the True Dragon after they returned.
"Khal!"
"Silver Dragon Khal!"
The Silver Dragon circled back and forth in the sky. The Dothraki people who had escaped death looked at the demon dragon's figure, shouting one after another, scrambling to their feet. They knelt before Rhaegar, extremely devout, a power only victors could enjoy. The Dothraki Screamers cut off their hair, a sign of their submission.
Khal Mengo, Khal Ogo! Rhaegar used the blood of these violent Khals to prove that demon dragons were also a truth, that force was truth. Since the Dothraki people were so brutal and bloodthirsty, then facing even more ferocious demon dragons, defeat was their fate. It took less than half a day to kill Khal Ogo. These deeds should make the world understand that the rise of demon dragons was still an unparalleled military force, especially the unfathomable True Dragon.
"Prince! We achieved a splendid victory!" Oberyn said excitedly, a thoroughly satisfying slaughter. Without the demon dragons' assistance, victory would never have been so easy. Because the Dothraki people still held some advantage in the number of horses, the skill of their riders, and their madness. If they didn't dislike armor, they would be even harder to conquer.
"Currently, about a quarter of the Dothraki Screamers have died, a quarter have surrendered to us, and the remaining half have fled with Khal Ogo's ko!" Ser Barristan said.
"Count all these surrendered Screamers, including the old, weak, and children, and settle them. Now the Khals are disheartened; this is our opportunity!" Rhaegar commanded the two.
Rhaegar's gaze turned westward, looking toward King's Landing. What he most wanted was the region stretching from Pentos to King's Landing. Now that the Khals were defeated, who would contend with him? As long as Pentos was both threatened and enticed, there was a possibility that Pentos would obey.
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