Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 103 An Arrow Missed

The earth trembled constantly, billowing black smoke and heat waves enveloped the distant harbor, and the warship sank in the sea of ​​fire. The soldiers around Renly stood there in a daze, their mouths slightly open, their faces pale, and their eyes full of fear.

The battlefield suddenly fell into a deathly silence, people's morale was low and their fighting spirit was gone.

"The old man is dead?" Renly's face turned pale as he forced out a word from his throat, "Kill him and go straight back to Storm's End!"

Loras said gravely, "My lord, we have already lost. The morale of our soldiers is shattered. Killing this man will only bring endless trouble to the Stormlands. Please consider the fate of the Reach! Even Randyll Tarly was defeated. Don't let him hinder your ambition to become king!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-covered Dothraki laughed to the sky, and his blood had already dyed the soil under his feet red.

"Hahaha! You lose!" He pointed at Renly, his blood-red eyes fixed on him, making people shudder. "Coward in beautiful clothes! You can't kill me! Remember me! I am the bloodrider of Rhaelor! A servant of God!"

Renly, seething with rage, drew his sword and screamed, "Do you hear that? He must be humiliating me! I will kill him myself!"

The nobles of the Reach said that Margaery Tyrell had taken a special liking to the wildling, and it even made him the subject of whispered gossip at feasts.

This incident was like a thorn in the side of his head, making Renly feel deeply ashamed!

They were mocking their future king!
He must kill this hateful Dothraki and wash away this shame!

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, and a dull sound of horse hooves gradually came from far away.

Renly looked up and saw smoke and dust billowing on the distant horizon, covering the sky and the sun. About two thousand Dothraki cavalrymen were lined up in a horizontal line and galloping towards this side.

At the front of the cavalry, a knight in black armor rode a pitch-black warhorse, his black braids fluttering in the wind, his eyes like two burning flames, looking around with disdain.

Renly's heart was pounding. The moment he saw him, he knew he was their king.

Even as noble as he was, the Duke of Storm's End and heir to the Iron Throne, he couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the perfect male god in everyone's mind. He is handsome, elegant, humorous, always has a charming smile on his face, and wears the most exquisite silk robes. He is confident that he has all the qualities a king should have, and believes that he knows how to govern a country better than his brother.

He often imagined himself wearing armor and fighting bravely, but compared to that man, he only felt insignificant.

That man had no crown, no aristocratic elegance, only blood and barbarism.

Unlike me, he did not rely on marriage and diplomatic means to fight for the throne, but relied on real strength!
His throne is a war horse, and his country is built of iron and blood!

Somehow, the words of murder turned into two words when they came to my lips.

"retreat!!!"

"Damn it! Die!"

More than 500 meters away from the Westeros army, Rahalo gritted his teeth, veins on his forehead throbbing, and galloped forward with his legs tightly clamped on the horse's belly. He reached out to take the drake bow from the saddle, put on a special heavy arrow, bulged his muscles, pulled the bowstring into a full moon, and aimed at Renly's head.

Laharo's strength is three times that of an ordinary person, and is much higher than that of a knight who excels in strength. The dragon bone bow has a unique structure, and its pulling force and range are far beyond the norm.

The pulling force of a recurve bow is between 50 and 70 pounds, that of a longbow is 120 pounds, and that of a keelbone bow can reach 200 pounds. The maximum range of a Laharo can reach 600 meters. Using specially made heavy arrows, it can penetrate armor within 300 meters.

At this distance, the arrow can still penetrate the weak points of the armor.

The distance is too far. If Renly wants to run, he will definitely not be able to catch up. This is his only chance to shoot an arrow!
So, Rhahalo held his breath, aimed at Renly's visor, and released his fingers.

Whoosh!
The arrow is like a meteor, breaking through the air!

Renly seemed to sense the danger, hurriedly closed his visor, and raised his sword to deflect the arrows.

Unfortunately, both of them miscalculated. A sudden downdraft of air arose over the grassland, and the heavy arrow landed a little lower than expected.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching pain came from his lower body, and Renly let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The heavy arrow with a barb penetrated the crotch guard, and the remaining force nailed the lower body to the saddle!
Renly's eyes went dark and he almost fell off his horse.

"Your Highness!" Loras exclaimed.

"retreat!"

Renly gritted his teeth, turned his horse's head, and began to gallop away. Every bump on the horse made him feel excruciating pain, but fortunately, the beach was just around the corner and the warship was on the sea not far away!

Tragedy struck as the knights scrambled to lift Renly off his horse.

The sudden tearing made him let out another heart-wrenching scream, and he felt that something important had left him.

"Hurry! Help me get on the boat!" he ordered breathlessly.

The knights hurriedly carried him on their backs, waded through the water and lifted him onto the warship. The sails had already been opened, and the oarsmen rowed hard, and the fleet quickly left the coast of Pentos.

Renly lay on the deck, covered in cold sweat. Loras was about to remove his armor when he heard him roar.

"Get them all out of here! Help me into the cabin!"

Only Renly and Loras were left in the cabin.

As the last piece of armor was peeled back, Loras gasped.

"Your Highness..." He hesitated to speak.

Renly struggled to prop up his upper body and looked down, only to see that the part that symbolized a man's dignity was a mess of blood and flesh.

An unprecedented fear gripped his heart. The dignified Lord of Stormlands and heir to the Iron Throne had become a eunuch just like that?
What would the nobles think?
What would they say about their king in private?
Is a eunuch still qualified to sit on the Iron Throne?
When the Game of Thrones begins, there's no turning back.

He will never give up!
So, the next thing to do is to rush back to Stormlands as soon as possible, marry Margaery Tyrell, and gain the support of the Riverlands, so that he will be qualified to compete with those who covet the throne!
He fell heavily back onto the bed, glanced out of the corner of his eye at the longsword on the bedside, and saw Loras with the same painful expression.

"No one needs to know about this," Renly said hoarsely. "Not even Lady Margaery."

Loras grabbed his hand and said firmly, "Your Highness, I swear to the gods that I will keep my mouth shut!"

Renly breathed a sigh of relief and gave a wry smile. "What's that? I've become a eunuch king before I even sit on the Iron Throne?"

"Your Highness, the loyalty of the Reach remains unchanged! You remain the heir to the Iron Throne!"

"Ugh!"

Renly stared at the ceiling, his mind racing.

He has lost his physical integrity, but his ambition is more determined than ever. The Mad King and the Drunken King have sat on the Iron Throne, so why can't there be a Eunuch King?
As long as no one knows the truth, he is still the legitimate heir to the throne! When everyone is talking about the Dothraki barbarian king, no one will notice King Renly's little secret.

Did he kill Loras to silence him?

No, at least not here!
(End of this chapter)