Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord

Melisandre's eyes revealed a mysterious light, and she patiently explained: "Your Majesty, this is a kind of magic, which requires your close cooperation and a little bit of the king's blood as a sacrifice. And you happen to have the blood of the king, and you also have the magical blood of the Valyrian Dragon King."

Gavin thought to himself, as expected, the other party used the shadow magic of the shadow binder. The so-called "cooperation" is self-evident. However, the shadow created by magic actually has the powerful power to kill sea monsters, which gave Gavin a new understanding of the ability of the shadow binder.

"Thank you for your kindness, I will solve these problems myself, so I won't bother you." Gavin's tone was decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

Melisandre heard this, but her face did not show any displeasure. She still maintained that mysterious smile and continued, "Your Majesty, please allow me to be your guest in Meereen during this period. I have traveled in Essos for many years and have a good understanding of this land. Perhaps it will bring you some unexpected help. Please rest assured, Your Majesty, during this period, I will never talk about your faith."

Gavin pondered for a moment, his eyes were deep and sharp, as if he was thinking about some important decision. Then, he slowly said: "Of course, you can stay in Meereen. If you need anything, you can go to Jalal."

Melisandre nodded slightly, and a subtle light flashed in her eyes, which seemed to hide some deep meaning. "Your Majesty, thank you for your generous hospitality."

After that, Melisandre slowly left the hall. Gavin quietly looked at her back as she left, his brows slightly frowned, and his thoughts surged like a tide.

He knew that his appearance was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and changing many of the originally planned plots. Those things that should have happened step by step have now become full of uncertainty and unpredictability because of his every move.

What is certain is that the Red God's target is the God of Cold. In order to achieve this goal, R'hllor can sacrifice anyone without hesitation. He will never send Melisandre to him for no reason.

There must be some kind of plan behind this, and he seems to have become a pawn in the other party's plan without knowing it.

Gavin felt an invisible pressure like a dark cloud. He knew that he must gain a foothold in Essos as soon as possible. Only in this way can he always keep a basis for advance and retreat and have enough initiative.

Thinking of this, Gavin immediately called Jalal and ordered him to send a message to the Stone Steps Islands and told Hassan to find a suitable opportunity to take Tyrosh.

Tyrosh is different from Myr and Volantis on the mainland. Like Lys, it is an independent island. Gavin now has the most powerful sea force. Although it may be a bit difficult to control the disputed land, it is easy to seize Tyrosh with the existing strength of the Stepstones.

Gavin secretly calculated that when Hassan took Tyrosh and marched to the disputed land, he might have successfully solved the problem of Drogo. By then, he could lead his army to the disputed land, and take a two-pronged approach. In this way, it would be possible to seize the disputed land in one fell swoop and further expand his sphere of influence.

A month later, Lhazalin.

The once prosperous town is now like a hell trampled by demons. With the arrival of the Dothraki, it has completely become a miserable ruin.

Most of the once prosperous houses were swallowed by the ruthless flames, leaving only the ruins lingering in this desolate place. The charred wooden beams fell to the ground in all directions, and some were still emitting faint sparks.

On the streets, corpses lay in all directions like dead autumn leaves, and the pungent smell of smoke and blood intertwined and filled every corner.

The survivors were driven together like frightened birds. Their eyes were full of fear and despair, a kind of helplessness, like a group of lambs to be slaughtered, waiting for an unknown fate.

The Dothraki warriors rode tall war horses and patrolled around them. The whips in the hands of the warriors waved from time to time, driving these "sheep people" who had become slaves, making a crisp sound.

The sun scorched the earth mercilessly, as if it was going to evaporate the last bit of life on this land.

The slaves had set up a sunshade tent for "Drogo" Khal and his blood guards early, and carefully served him fresh wine and food.

Drogo sat leisurely under the tent, his bronze skin shining with a metallic luster under the sun, as if it was the armor of the god of war. His long braid that almost reaches the ground is even more eye-catching. The braid is full of bells. With his every move, the bells occasionally make a slight sound, as if telling of his past glorious achievements.

In Dothraki, a man will only cut off his braid when he is defeated in battle. This is his act of shame to let the world know his shame. Dothraki warriors will tie small bells to their braids. After each victory, they will add a bell to their braids to commemorate the victory. This long braid is not only a decoration, but also a symbol of their glory and power.

At this time, the bloodrider Keso strode into the tent. His eyes were full of excitement and greed, and he picked up the drink in front of Drogo and drank it in one gulp. The wine flowed down his throat, he smacked his lips and said loudly: "My blood, those weak sheepmen can't resist our warriors at all. This time we gained a lot, there are ten thousand slaves alone. Wait for them Sell ​​us to buy more scimitars and arm more warriors." His voice echoed in the tent, as if announcing their victory to the whole world.

Each Kaa has one to three bloodriders, and they have a close relationship with Kaa. The bloodriders are both Kaa's guards and his brothers. They can share everything about Kaa. In some tribes, even Including Kaa's wife, except of course Kaa's horse, the bloodriders and Kaa call each other "the blood of my blood".

At this time, another Blood Alliance guard, Koholro, interjected: "I heard that Slaver's Bay has changed its owner. It is a man who can ride a dragon. Now he is the biggest good master there, but the new good master stopped there. Slave trade, no one is taking slaves in Slaver Bay now.”

After hearing this, Drogo shook his head, his eyes showing disdain and confidence, and said: "There is no good master who does not accept slaves, and no good master dares not to accept Drogo's slaves. When I come over, he will not dare not accept them, otherwise I will Cut off his head and demolish his stone house.”

Hago frowned and said: "My blood, I heard that he has a dragon and an army of eunuchs and slaves." Khal Drogo stood up, his tall figure casting a huge shadow in the tent, Appears more burly. There was a trace of disdain in his eyes: "The dragon is extinct, so what if there really is a dragon? We have many warriors, and if he dares to refuse, we will shoot the dragon down with a rain of arrows, and then crush the eunuchs and slaves."

Corso nodded in agreement: "That's right, we have forty thousand roaring warriors. The other Dothraki Khals have never had so many warriors."

Khal Drogo sat back on his seat, picked up the wine glass, filled it with wine, and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he was about to speak again, a rapid sound of horse hooves came like thunder, breaking the original calm. A scout rode towards the tent like a gust of wind. When he was still some distance away from the tent, the scout turned over, jumped off his horse lightly, and quickly came towards Drogo.

"Khal Drogo, an army that looks like eunuchs is coming from the south and is marching towards us." The scout said quickly, his breathing quickened and beads of sweat on his forehead.

Kesuo frowned, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and said: "The one coming from the south is Slaver's Bay. Could it be the new good lord? He is the only one who has an army of eunuchs nearby."

A trace of expectation flashed in Koholo's eyes, as if he saw countless treasures, and said: "Maybe he heard that Kaa was here and came here to send gifts, just like those good lords and governors in the past."

Hago clenched the scimitar at his waist vigilantly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and said: "Generally, good masters will not bring an army when giving gifts. At most, they will bring some eunuch guards."

Khal Drogo stood up, his eyes revealed decisiveness, like a sharp sword, instantly cutting off everyone's arguments: "Just go and have a look. Gather our warriors."

"Yes, my blood!" The Blood Alliance guards responded in unison, their voices sounding like bursts of thunder, and then they quickly followed the order and left the tent.

Since the Dothraki never wear armor, their only weapons are bows and arrows on horseback and the arakh scimitar they carry with them, which allows them to jump into battle as soon as they mount their horses.

Not long after the horn sounded, the huge Khalasar had already taken action. Countless roaring warriors gathered from all directions and gathered around Kaa.

Soon 40,000 roaring warriors formed a powerful cavalry. Their momentum was like a towering mountain, which was intimidating.

Khal Drogo waved the riding crop in his hand, pointed to the south, and shouted: "Let's go! Let's see the gifts of this new good Lord!" His voice echoed on the grassland like a lion's roar.

Following his order, the Dothraki army surged towards the south like a tide. The sound of the horses' hooves roared like war drums, and the dust raised formed a huge cloud of smoke behind them, like a giant dragon tumbling in the air.

The Dothraki did not conceal their movements, and their whereabouts were quickly detected by scouts.

After receiving the scout's report, Gavin's eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle. On this plain, the infantry was at a huge disadvantage facing the cavalry. They had to stop marching and form formations on the spot, otherwise the long team would be easily cut into several sections by the cavalry.

After thinking for a moment, Gavin decisively ordered: "The Unsullied Legion formed a formation on the spot to prepare for the attack. Notify Kairos to send out all the cavalry and pay attention to the movements of the Dothraki at all times. The Second Legion accelerated to gather here."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Several heralds immediately followed the order and left.

Gavin stood there quietly, looking at the vast plains surrounding him, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

This terrain is too unfavorable for him, and the cavalry can fully exert its mobility and impact here. Moreover, Drogo's 40,000 roaring warriors were like a raging tide, while the troops he brought were only 20,000, and they were all infantry. The numerical gap between the two sides is like an insurmountable chasm.

Gavin knew very well that it was difficult for infantry to defeat the cavalry due to its mobility. The only chance of victory was to use Blazing Shadow to carry out beheading operations.

The Dothraki's Khal is like the opponent's heart. Once it is broken, Khal Drogo's khalasar will immediately fall apart like a building without its pillars.

After that, just let these Dothraki feel the raging dragon in the sky, and they can be completely driven away.

"How long will it take for the Dothraki to arrive?" Gavin broke the silence, his voice calm and powerful.

Upon hearing this, the scout immediately replied respectfully: "Judging from the opponent's marching speed, they will meet us before dusk."

After hearing this, Gavin nodded slightly, then turned around and ordered Jalal: "Go and bring all the commanders to my camp."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Jalal took the order and left.

Before long, Gavin's generals gathered in his camp. The atmosphere in the camp was serious, and everyone's eyes were focused on Gavin.

Gavin's eyes were piercing. After examining everyone, he said calmly: "You all must know the news from the scouts. The Dothraki will not arrive until dusk. At present, we have relatively enough time. This is nearby It is a flat plain and there is no suitable terrain for us to use, so I plan to form an army on the spot and attract the 'Drogo' to take the initiative to attack. The Unsullied Legion will be deployed on the front to resist the frontal attack of the Dothraki. The Second Army used horse-drawn carriages to form a vehicle formation to defend the left, right and rear to ensure that the enemy would not break through from the flanks and rear. "

After hearing this, Kyle bowed respectfully, and then replied with a worried look: "Your Majesty, the Dothraki are all cavalry, and they are extremely mobile. If they do not choose to attack frontally, but instead adopt With siege tactics, we will be in an extremely passive situation.”

Gavin shook his head gently and said calmly: "Don't worry, it may be difficult to please someone, but it is easy to anger. Drogo has just become the horse king. Only some humiliation can force him to take the initiative to attack. Even if the other party does not attack, as long as I find out "Drogo's" position can eliminate the opponent immediately. This is why I never showed the Blazing Shadow. The Dothraki have horses. If they spread out and engage in guerrilla warfare, we would be passive. "

Jalal on the side asked suspiciously after hearing this: "Your Majesty, how do you plan to humiliate him?"

Gavin just smiled and did not answer.