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Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Jhaqo’s Revenge

When Jhaqo finally arrived at his camp, the sky had already turned as black as velvet. He had chosen a slope for his camp, strategically positioning it to provide shelter from the wind. The surrounding area was flat, and during the day, the guards at the top of the slope would have an unobstructed view, turning the slope into a natural watchtower. Nearly 3,000 of his men were spread across the hillside, like a large pancake. Confident in their reliance on scouts, the Dothraki hadn't bothered to set up any barricades, certain that they would detect any approaching enemy long before they posed a threat. If the enemy was weak, they would pounce like wolves; if stronger, they would flee, leaving behind a trail of horse manure.

Jhaqo's return caused a stir in his Khalasar, and the Dothraki chieftains who had received word of his arrival rushed out to meet him. As he entered the camp, the familiar scent of horse manure gave him a sense of security after the long, grueling journey. The Dothraki were a people closely intertwined with their horses, and despite their nomadic lifestyle, the air in their camp was tolerable, a mix of animal and human scents. After raiding several villages and towns, the camp wasn't just filled with horse manure—it was also teeming with women and children taken captive. Hearing the cries of the women and the lewd laughter of the Dothraki warriors, Jhaqo felt a surge of excitement.

As he passed through the camp, the Dothraki warriors bowed to him, slightly easing the sting of the humiliation he had suffered in Tyrosh. However, many of the warriors, under the cover of night, hadn't yet noticed that their "Ko" had lost his nose.

"Before midnight—ho—before midnight, have all centurions in my tent!" Jhaqo ordered in a hoarse voice, struggling to adjust to speaking without his nose. The air he breathed felt dry, lacking the moisture his nasal passages once provided.

...

Meanwhile, Caggo, himself a Dothraki, was well-acquainted with the habits of the Dothraki mercenaries. With the aid of the "whistling crows," they had managed to detect the Dothraki scouts in advance, allowing him and Viserys's 1,500 light cavalry to approach Jhaqo's camp unnoticed. To maintain their secrecy, they had to eliminate at least 40 Dothraki scouts along the way, nearly half of whom were killed by Viserys himself. In Caggo's eyes, Viserys was the "Khal" he was destined to follow. As far as he knew, no Khal in Dothraki history had shown more power than Viserys.

"Prince, the hill ahead is Jhaqo's camp," Caggo warned, though he didn't know that Viserys's golden eagle had already scouted it.

"Send a raven to Conwyra. Have him block the western exit," Viserys ordered.

"Yes!"

Viserys was determined. He intended to take 3,000 Dothraki heads, not only to send a strong message to the Four Free Cities but also to cement his authority within the confederation.

In Jhaqo's tent, 20 centurions had gathered. Unaware of what had transpired in Tyrosh, they believed Jhaqo would soon lead them on another raid.

...

"Done."

"These milkmen women are too fragile. I barely had any fun before they died."

"Try their men—they're no different from the women."

"Better be cautious. We could sell them in Slaver's Bay instead."

To the Dothraki, the people of the Two Lakes were nothing more than lambs for the slaughter. These villagers weren't protected by the Three Free Cities; they were left to fend for themselves, abandoned to the whims of the Dothraki. The Archon of Tyrosh, the Prince of Lys, and the Lord of Myr sent nothing but tax collectors, as if the people were born to bear heavy taxes and suffer Dothraki raids.

The civilians captured by the Dothraki, penned like livestock, had long since grown numb. Suddenly, someone whispered, "Ko is coming," and the Dothraki centurions, who had been speaking loudly, fell silent. But they quickly noticed something unusual—Jhaqo had donned a golden mask. It was newly made, a bit rough around the edges, but it gave him the semblance of a nose.

With his limited understanding, Jhaqo couldn't fathom why the golden nose didn't feel as good as the one he'd lost. But he had no choice; the two bloody holes in his face had destroyed his image. To preserve his dignity, he had ordered the creation of the gold mask on the spot.

He glared at his centurions with murderous intent and declared, "The damned milkman rejected the Khal's generosity! Not only did he refuse to support the people of the noble horse god, but he also refused to marry his sister to the Khal. We will make that arrogant fool taste our curved swords!"

Jhaqo's words immediately ignited the fury of the Dothraki in the tent. As the most powerful Khal in history, Drogo held an almost divine status among them. To some, he was nearly the embodiment of the "Horse God." Viserys's defiance was seen as an unforgivable insult.

"Yes! Let's show him!"

"How dare he reject Khal Drogo's kindness! I'll carve the flesh from his bones!"

Jhaqo continued, "I have sent word to the great Khal Drogo that I will create the greatest carpet of milkmaids' blood before his army arrives! Kill them all!"

"Kill them all!" the Dothraki roared in unison.

For a moment, their cries seemed to shake the very walls of Jhaqo's tent. In recent days, they had nearly exhausted the loot and supplies they had plundered. Restlessness had begun to spread, with nearly half the Dothraki growing impatient. Now, not only could they continue their spree of looting and killing, but they also had an even stronger reason to do so.

As they reveled in the anticipation of a new round of bloodshed, a faint tremor suddenly rippled beneath their feet. The tent, which had been like a pot of boiling water, quickly cooled as if doused with a bucket of ice. The Dothraki, raised alongside their horses, recognized the sensation immediately—it was the unmistakable sound of galloping hooves. And judging by the intensity of the vibrations, there were at least a thousand riders approaching!


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Chapter 213: Chapter 213: The Hunt for Jhaqo

Viserys had demonstrated his dragonbone bow to Caggo just ten minutes ago. Nine arrows seemed to meld with the night, and with a sharp, piercing sound, it struck down the necks of a Dothraki warrior one after another. Effortless.

Caggo, who had always prided himself on his skill with bow and horse, felt as though he had witnessed a miracle. What did it mean to shoot nine arrows in quick succession, each hitting its mark? Even the mightiest Dothraki warrior couldn't achieve such a feat. This led Caggo to think that Viserys was the stallion destined to mount the world.

Viserys had wanted to impress Caggo, but he also had other plans...

Soon, they led 1,500 light cavalry to the top of the slope. The two men looked down at Jhaqo's camp, waiting for news from Conwyra.

"Prince, that must be Jhaqo's tent," Caggo said, pointing to a tent surrounded by torches and braziers, practically marking his territory.

"Where do they usually keep the civilians they've captured?" Viserys asked.

"Next to Jhaqo's tent. Only the Khalasar's leaders are allowed to distribute... distribute things," Caggo hesitated, realizing that Viserys might not appreciate the truth about the loot.

"Understood. Try to protect the civilians as much as possible."

"Yes, my lord."

Viserys soon received word from the messenger raven that Conwyra had reached the desired location. The note in his hand burned with a quiet flame, like a freshly plucked flower, and Caggo was momentarily distracted.

"Light the fires," Viserys ordered, and hundreds of torches flared to life within the silent ranks of the cavalry. From a distance, the slope seemed ablaze.

He looked down at the Dothraki camp below, confident that victory was within his grasp. Now, he had to face Khal Jhaqo's fifty thousand warriors.

Viserys had never taken the nomads' army seriously. The Dothraki were known to disdain armor and live in tents. In other words, they were not very formidable. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been halted by the three thousand Unsullied at Qohor.

Now, Viserys could say he had the entire map open before him; the Dothraki army held no secrets from him. With 5,000 cavalry, he could march straight to the Dothraki holy city. But something puzzled him—why would they sought an alliance by marriage? He couldn't understand it.

'Forget it. If I can't figure it out, I won't dwell on it. When the war is over, I can ask it to the Horselord himself,' Viserys thought. "Prepare to charge!"

A cavalryman stood on his horse, waving a torch to signal the orders. Within moments, the 1,000 cavalrymen split into two formations, like twin fire-breathing serpents, rapidly advancing on the Dothraki camp.

As Viserys' army emerged like ghosts from the darkness, Jhaqo was thrown into complete disarray. Some Dothraki warriors managed to leap onto their horses, only to find themselves lost in the chaos. Others couldn't locate their mounts at all.

The eerie, piercing cry of a golden eagle cut through the night like a sharp needle. The Dothraki's fighting spirit and discipline were even worse than Viserys had anticipated. Before his army could fully engage the scattered camp, the Dothraki were already trampling over each other in a panicked frenzy.

Some tried to flee in the opposite direction, but they hadn't gone far before they encountered a darker presence.

"Unsullied! It's the Unsullied!" the panicked Dothraki shouted, desperately trying to control their horses, but they found themselves trapped by their own fleeing comrades.

Hundreds of Dothraki cavalrymen were packed together, vulnerable and exposed in front of Conwyra's defensive line. A sudden chill swept through the air, and when they looked up, a deadly rain of steel descended upon them. Under Conwyra's command, the Unsullied hurled their spears with lethal precision. Horses whinnied in terror, and riders screamed in agony.

As Jhaqo prepared to charge, his eyes locked onto a familiar figure—Viserys!

Jhaqo had never seen such a strange weapon before. He had always believed that the spears used by knights were only for thrusting, and that swords were needed for slashing. But to his shock, Viserys wielded his unusual weapon with deadly versatility, stabbing, slashing, and hacking his way through the battlefield. No one could stand against him; no one could even slow him down.

Jhaqo couldn't comprehend how Viserys's army had arrived so suddenly, as if his scouts had simply vanished into thin air. For a fleeting moment, Jhaqo even lost the courage to mount his horse and face Viserys in battle.

"No! A Dothraki can only die on his horse!" Jhaqo roared, grabbing a yellow warhorse that had lost its rider. The horse's owner had been preparing to clean it, so it wasn't even saddled, but Jhaqo didn't care. He was Drogo's Ko—the strongest Ko in Drogo's army! No one could match his riding skills.

Unsheathing his curved blade, Jhaqo prepared to charge Viserys. But then, Viserys revealed a power that shattered his courage. With a single swing of his strange weapon, Viserys lifted a burly Dothraki centurion off the ground—yes, lifted him! The centurion dangled from Viserys's spear like a rag doll, or a piece of rotten meat.

Even Drogo would have praised the centurion as a worthy warrior. Yet, here was Viserys, lifting him effortlessly with his spear—a display of strength no human should possess. But Viserys wasn't done.

He held the centurion's corpse high above his head, then flung it with the force of a fisherman casting a line. The hundred-pound mass of flesh hurtled through the air and slammed into Jhaqo, knocking him off his horse.

Dazed and disoriented, Jhaqo realized his golden mask was gone. As his vision cleared, he found Viserys's spear at his throat, the cold smell of blood and steel filling his nostrils. He felt as if his lungs and soul had been pierced.


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