Whinny!
The sturdy Dothraki horse wailed as it collapsed, a horrifyingly large gash opened on its leg by an arakh, and gushing blood almost instantly turned the grass where it fell into a crimson tide. Its master lay powerlessly in a pool of blood, headless.
The horseman's head was held high by a blood-soaked Dothraki, a bearded Dothraki barbarian who shouted as he cut off the head's long, thick braid.
But the next moment, his head also flew into the air, and a Dothraki warrior, shouting, "Winged Steeds!" grabbed his head and once again let out a devout cry.
There were crimson tides everywhere, dragons danced in the sky, while Dothraki horsemen fought chaotically on the ground. Mounted warriors slaughtered each other, arrows flew, and blood and heads were scattered everywhere. Victorious Dothraki warriors howled from their warhorses, only to be beheaded moments later by another Dothraki from an unknown direction.
Everything was in utter chaos.
"Ilion, what should we do?" Rhaegar was a bit unsure. His Horn Tide was the smallest of the dragons, and the only one that could be threatened by a dragon-hunting ballista. Horn Tide also couldn't provide as much protection to its rider as its kin. Although the Dothraki wore no armor, their horseback archery was unparalleled, and Rhaegar was worried that if he flew too low, he would be shot down by a Dothraki arrow.
Vermax roared as it flew over the cavalry, where crimson tides surged. A stream of scorching dragonfire poured down, incinerating several cavalrymen who were about to charge a group of Dothraki warriors who had just finished off a Dothraki squad and were raising their braids to the sky to claim credit from the dragons above.
The colossal dark green beast rained down flame after flame from the sky, each time precisely hitting those who had not submitted to the Winged Steeds, which further chaotic the Dothraki herds.
Unbeknownst to them, the young Khal and the Ko, who commanded these fifteen thousand men, had disappeared.
Ilion swept past Horn Tide: "Our mission is to prevent these cavalry from interfering with the main battlefield." He gripped the dragon saddle's handguard tightly: "Burn those who disobey, leave those who fight for us, and prevent them from scattering. That's enough."
"Understood." Although Rhaegar was still a bit confused, he followed his cousin. The two dragons, one in front and one behind, circled the entire battlefield again and again.
Ilion couldn't help but secretly praise Daeron in his heart: "His Majesty really learned a lot during his years in Dragon Nest City." He subconsciously believed that Daeron arranged the two dragons on the Dothraki battlefield to exploit the Dothraki's beliefs.
In Dothraki culture, anything that can be ridden is called a "horse," but only true warhorses are worshipped by the Dothraki.
Dragons are an exception. In ancient Dothraki legends, those who ride the world's steeds will rule the entire universe, and the Winged Steeds are one of the important forms of the Horse God.
Ilion grew more and more reverent of King Daeron's military intuition.
And on Loisane Avenue.
Five thousand mounted warriors advanced with astonishing speed. Led by Lord Hugh Arryn and Lord Benjicot Blackwood, the Iron Throne army, divided into two forces, occupied the high ground commanding both sides of the avenue.
From afar, dust and sand rolled.
The massive phalanxes slowly advanced. The ten thousand soldiers of the Golden Hammers, directly under Robert's command, were all armored. To display their status, these mercenaries even gilded their armor. Each phalanx was spearheaded by heavily armored warriors wielding extra-long spears, followed by tightly arrayed heavy-armored swordsmen and spearmen. These gilded, heavily armored warriors were all equipped with heavy shields, and at the rear of the phalanx were equally well-ordered archers and crossbowmen, along with numerous light-armored infantry.
This was the configuration of the first three phalanxes, and also Robert's most elite soldiers. The phalanxes behind were considerably inferior, lacking heavily armored infantry with extra-long spears, and even having few armored warriors. However, many of them carried spears. In the usual wars of the Disputed Lands, each phalanx could dominate an area for a long time, even giving rise to a major warlord.
Equally numerous, gilded-armored cavalry protected the flanks of the phalanxes. Behind them, war elephants slowly advanced through the gaps in the phalanxes, along with mounted dragon-hunting ballistas and scorpion ballistas.
"Where are the dragons?" Robert suddenly felt as if his heart was being clutched by something. An inexplicable panic seized his mind. He kept feeling he had overlooked something.
The anti-Iron Throne triumvirate was not a monolithic entity, but they certainly spoke with strength. Robert's army was the most elite, Horus's army was the largest and controlled the most territory, and Salice had the most wealth and the strongest background—he was simultaneously backed by the two great city-states of Volantis and Braavos, which was strange and incredible, but it happened to Salice.
The weapons used to attack dragons in his army were all provided by Salice.
"No, no." Robert suddenly slapped his head, standing up from the ornate throne on the war elephant's back: "Where are the dragons? Send word: all dragon-hunting ballistas and scorpion ballistas aim at the sky! Archers, crossbowmen, prepare! Front ranks of the phalanx, prepare for caltrops!"
Robert realized something was wrong.
The dragons were absent.
On the vast battlefield of Loisane Avenue, on this battlefield with only a few small high grounds, there were no dragons to be seen?
This was too wrong.
The phalanx of the Golden Hammers reacted the fastest. The heavily armored warriors with extra-long spears uniformly angled their massive weapons down, their butts stuck into the slightly soft earth. The long spears of the heavy-armored spearmen poked out from their gaps, and the archers and crossbowmen in the phalanx adjusted their bows and crossbows.
The other phalanxes also halted, and the cavalry quickly gathered, providing cover on the flanks of the phalanxes.
"Roar~"
Just as the phalanxes completely stopped, a furious dragon roar came from the sky.
Sendroth emerged from the clouds. This dark green dragon, completely unafraid of the already loaded dragon-hunting ballistas, bravely made the first dive.
"Defensive spears, first destroy the dragon-hunting ballistas and scorpion ballistas," Dan loudly commanded: "Then attack the elephants."
Sendroth roared and violently flapped its wings. Dan could only cling desperately to the dragon saddle.
A massive spear, complete with barbs, shot through the air from below, but it only left a shallow white mark on Sendroth's leaf-like scales. The dragon's butterfly-patterned wings violently flapped, sending dozens of spears aimed at it fluttering down like snowflakes.
"Protect the chest and belly!"
Sendroth dodged a spear with a sidestep. Ordinary arrows from archers and crossbowmen couldn't harm it at all, and even heavy spears had difficulty against Sendroth's tough scales.
"Dragonfire!" Dan seized the opportunity and shouted.
The sickly green dragonfire descended like an unending waterfall from the sky, sweeping through the gaps in the phalanx. In almost an instant, the ballistas that had just been firing spears at the sky turned into ashes in the intense flames.
"A dragon, there's another dragon!" a black mercenary operating a ballista on the other side screamed in terror.
Dreamfyre's scorching flames answered him.
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