Chapitre 536: Chapter 536: Duel
Garlan: "Elder brother, what about you?"
Upon hearing his brother's words, Garlan was taken aback.
Now, Lord Mace Tyrell and his youngest son, Loras, had donned disguises, preparing for an opportunity to escape.
Willas, leaning on the battlement with a raspy voice: "There are still so many soldiers here, many men of the Riverlands. The war isn't over. I shall remain."
Willas: "Fear not. I am of more use alive; they won't kill me so easily."
Willas's decision was firm and irrevocable. Even the pleas from his father and brother were in vain.
Reluctantly, Garlan had no choice but to lead his father and younger brother out of the castle, guarded by the sentinels.
From atop the walls, Willas watched his father and two younger brothers retreat into the distance.
However, they didn't anticipate that their escape from the Starfall Castle would soon be noticed by the Dothraki.
Dothraki War Cry: "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
A group of Dothraki warriors mounted their horses and swiftly pursued, surrounding the Tyrell carriage and its guards.
Garlan the Gallant: "To your deaths!"
'Garlan the Gallant' was a moniker given to him by Willas. As a child, Garlan was plumper, and Willas, fearing his brother would be ridiculed, named him 'the Gallant' to protect him from mockery.
As he grew, Garlan lived up to the nickname. Towering and robust, he surpassed his brothers in strength and skill. He could easily fend off three or four soldiers alone.
However, Garlan, despite his training within the walls of the castle, was still inexperienced against real killers. The Dothraki's upbringing was much harsher, and their combat skills were more practical.
Moreover, Garlan was facing Khal Drogo, the commander of the entire Dothraki army.
Drogo spotted the carriage leaving Starfall Castle and knew it carried significant figures.
Garlan, in shining armor, pointing his spear: "For Highgarden!"
But he was easily dodged by the agile Dothraki.
Clang! Clang!
Their weapons clashed fiercely. Garlan's spear bore distinct marks, almost snapped by the Valyrian steel blade.
Garlan: "Valyrian steel?"
Garlan was shocked and angered, not expecting a 'savage' to wield Valyrian steel.
The two circled each other, ready for another assault. This time, Drogo didn't hold back. He seemed exhilarated by the challenge.
Drogo discarded his fur armor, revealing his muscular physique. He brandished his arakh, charging once more.
In a swift move, he severed the legs of Garlan's horse—a typical Dothraki tactic. The proud rose knight was caught off guard.
Garlan and his horse tumbled to the ground, his helmet crushed.
Garlan, gasping: "Damn savages!"
As Garlan struggled up, spitting out the soil from his mouth, Drogo dismounted, discarding his weapons, and challenged him with bare hands.
The surrounding Dothraki warriors, seeing the duel, cheered loudly. The Dothraki respected brave warriors and despised cowards.
Garlan, drawing his sword: "Come then!"
The Dothraki encircled the battleground, lifting their arakhs in salute to the bravery displayed. They respected warriors and looked down upon cowards.
Dothraki War Cry: "Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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