Capítulo 261: Chapter 260: Dragon Slayer
The three Khals had learned their lesson. They knew Viserys was looking for them, so they hid in the crowd, not revealing any flaws, successfully evading Viserys's gaze.
Then they watched as a dazzling pillar of fire descended from the sky behind them, cold sweat sliding down their foreheads.
Although the Dothraki are fearless in the face of death, that's a sentiment used to rally the tribes. As Khals, they hoped to live another day.
"Is this a dragon? It's more like a devil!"
"Dothraki warriors are brave, but how can we fight such a devil?"
Jhogo Khal, who had crawled out from under a horse's belly, and some others who were still frightened, couldn't help but voice their thoughts.
When the terrifying creature swooped down, he could even smell the pungent sulfur scent from it.
He truly thought he was going to die.
Fortunately, the dragon did not breathe fire over their heads.
Jhogo Khal voiced the thoughts of everyone present, even Pono Khal, who was usually at odds with him, agreed with his viewpoint.
This battle simply couldn't continue.
The Dothraki's warhorses, although well-trained, would still be frightened by beasts like tigers and leopards. This was an animal's instinctive reaction.
Facing a terrifying dragon, unless the horses were familiar with it, they would be even harder to control.
Most of the Dothraki's strength was on horseback. If their warhorses were ineffective against the dragon, the threat of the Dothraki would be greatly reduced.
"Honored Horse Lords,"
At this moment, a man with neatly trimmed short hair and wearing a simple gray robe, who was standing beside the three Horse Lords, spoke in High Valyrian.
He had also been terrified by the dragon's swooping figure. He thought he was about to die.
He even saw the dragon rider on the dragon's back.
But now he couldn't recognize the figure.
The boy who had arrived in Braavos eight years ago seemed calm on the surface, but his eyes betrayed his underlying panic.
Trembling, walking on thin ice.
But now.
Viserys was riding on the back of the dragon, alone, swooping down towards the thousands of soldiers. The dragonfire scorched the earth, causing the Dothraki Horse Lords, known for their bravery, to hide under their horses.
Cleon looked up at the sky, watching the dragon's receding figure, and sighed slightly.
He was the city official of Braavos who had welcomed Viserys off the ship eight years ago.
Then Cleon turned his gaze back to the three Dothraki Horse Lords and their Bloodriders.
"Honored Dothraki Horse Lords,"
"Do you remember the weapons Braavos gave you to fight the dragon?"
"Now is the time to use them!"
The Dothraki do not produce anything, and the siege weapons they make are simply unbearable to look at, crude and rough. Therefore, Braavos gave them weapons to fight the dragon, a giant crossbow that could be called a 'Dragon Slayer'.
However, due to accuracy issues, it's not easy for a giant crossbow to hit a fast-flying dragon.
And with the dragon's size, unless it directly hits a vital spot like the eye, it can withstand a few hits.
Braavos mainly hoped to use the giant crossbow to limit the black dragon under Viserys's command, at least it wouldn't be so reckless.
But even though they were poor and had nothing, the proud Dothraki didn't want to use these weapons.
They believed that Dothraki warriors could defeat any enemy.
Although they eventually accepted these giant crossbows, they had no plans to use them. They simply had them dragged along by horses at the rear of the army, along with the supply wagons.
Now, the words of Cleon, the envoy from Braavos, were translated into Dothraki for the Khals to hear.
Then these Khals looked at each other, remembering that the people of Braavos seemed to have given them weapons to fight dragons.
Jhogo Khal and Pono Khal, with their long braids, looked at each other, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The white-haired Morsa Khal, however, pondered for a moment, then spoke in Dothraki.
"Do as the envoy from Braavos says."
The old Khal, having lived so many years, had long understood some truths. He didn't care about so-called face, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered,
"Bring out those giant crossbows!"
"Yes, my blood of my blood."
At Morsa Khal's command, his Bloodriders stepped forward, mounted their horses, and rode off towards the rear where the giant crossbows were stored, ignoring the dragonfire that had not yet extinguished behind them.
However, the Bloodriders of Jhogo Khal and Pono Khal did not move an inch, just watching coldly.
Although the three khalasars had formed an alliance and launched a joint attack on Pentos, these Dothraki, who usually fought each other, could not put aside all their grudges overnight.
They only listened to their own Khal, and if their Khal did not speak, they would not move a step.
In the sky, the wild wind was still howling.
Viserys sat on the dragon's back, ducking down to avoid the arrow rain from below. The Dothraki, after getting over their initial terror, gradually began to retaliate under the command of their Khals.
The Dothraki are skilled with curved swords, short bows, and long whips. The short bow, a recurve bow made of bent animal horns, wood, or bones, is particularly favored by the Dothraki and the Dornish. They can easily rain deadly arrows on their enemies from horseback, rather than aiming at individual targets.
Thud, thud, thud—
The sound of bowstrings being released was continuous, like raindrops hitting the ground.
A rain of arrows shot towards Balerion as he swooped down, but the dragon's hard scales could block these ordinary arrows.
Clang, clang, clang.
The arrows fired by the Dothraki fell onto Balerion's scales, making a sound like metal colliding, and fell to the ground.
At this moment.
Boom!
A sudden loud sound of a bowstring being released, overshadowing the sound of other bowstrings.
A spear, two meters long, was shot out, making a sharp sound as it tore through the air, flying straight towards Balerion in the sky.
"Roar—"
The black dragon's eyes were sharp, and its intelligence high.
It saw the threatening spear at a glance, and let out a low roar, slightly turning its head in mid-air.
Whoosh—
The spear fired by the giant crossbow flew past Balerion's head by a dozen meters and shot straight into the sky.
"Giant crossbow."
Viserys, lying on the dragon's back, felt a slight sinking feeling in his heart at this sight.
Although the accuracy of the giant crossbow was extremely low, it could indeed pose a threat to the dragon.
"Balerion!"Viserys called out in a low voice.
And Balerion, as if provoked, let out a stream of dragonfire towards the location where the giant crossbow had been fired.
Boom—
The fire once again swept across the land.
The Braavosi soldiers who had fired the giant crossbow let out a piercing scream.
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