Capítulo 260: Chapter 259: Dragonfire
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Viserys rode atop the dragon, the howling wind on both sides pouring into his ears.
He was clad in bright silver armor, helmet on his head, his silver-gold hair dancing wildly in the wind.
His hands tightly gripped the scales on the dragon's back, leaning slightly to the side, his pale purple eyes overlooking the endless Dothraki below.
The Dothraki below, who were in the midst of a charge, also raised their heads to look at the sudden appearance of this enormous creature.
Boom, boom, boom—
A huge shadow loomed over the ground, rapidly approaching.
The flapping of its wings stirred up a whirlwind of dust, bringing with it an unparalleled sense of oppression from its proximity to the ground.
"Roar—"
Balerion opened its massive mouth, letting out a low roar that echoed across the entire battlefield.
"What is..."
All the Dothraki at the forefront of the charge suddenly panicked. After all, this was a terrifying creature they had never seen before.
While the Dothraki are fearless in the face of death, believing that they will become stars in the sky after death, they are also extremely superstitious, categorizing anything they don't understand as a miracle.
Just like when Viserys' fire was considered by the Dothraki to be the result of a witch's despicable blood magic.
"Jin!"
"Voijor!"
The Dothraki instantly descended into chaos, their charging formation becoming loose.
All the Dothraki were trying hard to control their warhorses, shouting words that seemed to mean 'god', but were somewhat unclear.
Their mounts were clearly frightened, letting out sporadic neighs.
This sudden appearance of a massive creature was far more terrifying than a tiger, triggering the innate fear of the horses as living creatures.
The Dothraki Roaring Warriors shouted loudly, controlling their mounts to prevent them from scattering and fleeing.
Meanwhile, Viserys, riding atop the dragon, his hair fluttering in the wind, stared intently at the Dothraki below, who were in a bit of a mess.
Then he took a deep breath and spoke in a cold, low voice in High Valyrian.
"Dracarys!"
Dragonfire—
The next second.
Boom—
A dazzling pillar of red fire descended from the sky, striking the ground.
It immediately engulfed the Dothraki who were in chaos trying to control their frightened horses.
The firelight instantly rose into the sky over this open plain.
The piercing screams and the sound of flesh and fat being burned crackled, countless Dothraki were instantly turned to ashes under the scorching dragonfire.
And many more Dothraki who were affected by the pillar of fire hitting the ground were covered in flames, letting out shrill screams.
Their warhorses had long been out of control, their bodies aflame, they ran around like mad, causing even more chaos among the frightened Dothraki.
Wails, screams, the sound of flesh being burned through, and obscure curses, accompanied by the smell of roasted meat, spread rapidly into the distance.
Whoosh...
Balerion spread its wings, its dragonfire splitting the earth, plowing a deep trench in the sea of Dothraki.
...
"What is..."
And in the distance.
Surrounded by the Bloodriders, the three Khals felt a chill run down their spines at this sight.
"Is this Viserys' dragon?"
They lived in the east of the continent, and although they had heard that the Dragon Kings of Valyria once ruled this continent.
They later heard that beyond the distant Norvos mountains, a 'Khal
' from across the Narrow Sea had hatched the extinct dragons.
However, the Dothraki Horse Lords didn't pay much attention to this rumored dragon. When the Valyrian dragons were rampant, the ancestors of the Dothraki were still cowering in their homeland, living as savages.
The Dothraki's memory and heritage did not contain much about dragons, and even if that wandering 'Khal' possessed the legendary dragon, how big could it grow in just a few years?
Including Jhogo Khal and Pono Khal, who had some history with Viserys but whom Viserys didn't actually know by name, they exchanged glances.
Then.
A deep, vast roar came from above them.
The three Khals, mixed in the crowd of Dothraki, were not very conspicuous.
They all looked up at the huge figure above them, watching it circle above the Dothraki army, occasionally spewing large amounts of dragonfire onto the ground.
Many Dothraki warriors were engulfed in the raging flames, both man and horse letting out shrill screams before falling in the fire.
Viserys, riding on the back of the dragon, gripped the scales tightly, feeling the howling wind in his ears.
This was his first time riding Balerion into battle, having no previous experience.
Viserys suddenly felt that he should find an opportunity to make a suitable harness for Balerion, which would make riding more convenient.
Indeed, practice is the only way to true knowledge.
However, the thought in his mind was fleeting, as he was now in the sky looking for the location of the three Khals in the Dothraki army.
Viserys had fully learned from his previous victory over Drogo Khal, to deal with the Dothraki, one must capture the king first.
If a Khal in the Dothraki army were to die, the entire khalasar would collapse instantly, falling into a state of fragmentation.
The remaining khas would lead their people off the battlefield, saving their strength for the upcoming struggle for the position of Khal.
But unfortunately...
Viserys squinted his eyes, trying hard to distinguish the Dothraki below, who were as dense as the sea.
They were mixed together, most of them wearing painted animal skin vests and horsehair leggings, and the Khals would not wear more special clothes, only their braids might be very long.
But from such a high distance, coupled with Balerion's flying speed, it was hard for Viserys to tell which one was their Khal.
"Balerion, have you found their leader?"
The howling wind made his silver-gold hair dance wildly, Viserys asked, gripping the scales tightly.
"Roar—"
However, Balerion circled in mid-air, then lowered its altitude and spewed out a swath of red fire, letting out a roar.
It too had not found the leader of these little ants.
And on the ground below.
Whoosh~
Balerion's massive figure swept over the heads of the three Dothraki Horse Lords, its heavy breathing sounding like thunder.
Boom, boom, boom—
Then a huge rumbling sound vibrated, and a sea of fire descended behind them.
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