Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 146: Fraudulent City
The plan had changed, and Murki broke out in a cold sweat.

“Priest,” he raised his head and said loudly, “the remnants of the Dothraki are roaming around nearby. If we can’t get into the city, we’ll probably be attacked!”

He wasn't very quick-witted, and could only come up with such a clumsy excuse on the spot, but you could tell he had tried his best.

At this time, a large number of civilians had gathered on the city wall, looking out from the crenellations, their faces beaming with joy at the victory of the triumphant wolf cavalry.

The hooded priest, in order to proclaim the power of the Black Goat God, did not prevent the common people from going to the city.

Seeing this, Rahalo rolled his eyes, pulled up his mask, spurred his horse to the front of the procession, and, to everyone's astonishment, lifted the curtain of the first carriage.

Under the sunlight, the mountains of gold and silver jewelry gleamed, the gold coins and jewels sparkling on the vehicle, almost blinding everyone's eyes, and gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Rahalo shouted towards the city wall, "The Black Goat God has protected us! He has allowed us to reclaim a great wealth from the Dothraki! Before the expedition, Lord Murki received orders from the High Priest that upon our victorious return, he would share these treasures with you, sharing the grace of the Black Goat God!"

The common people on the city wall immediately erupted in jubilation.

"Let them in!"

"Our gold is in there!"

"That priest, don't even think about keeping the treasure for yourself!"

The news of sharing the treasure spread like wildfire, and more and more voices rose up. People began to bang on the city walls with whatever they had, shouting for the wolf riders to enter the city.

The priest's face immediately fell under his hood. He was just a low-ranking priest; otherwise, he wouldn't be doing the job of running errands and relaying orders. The High Priest liked to change his orders frequently in order to demonstrate the unpredictable power of the Black Goat God. He didn't know whether such an order had actually been issued, nor did he dare to ask.

Faced with the agitated crowd, he had no choice but to compromise: "Alright, open the gates and let them in! But all the treasures must be sent to the temple first!"

The city gates slowly opened, and the wolf riders filed in, forming a long procession.

The streets were packed with cheering people, most of them wearing black goat ornaments around their necks. Many red-robed followers of the Red God were also among them, raising their hands to welcome the hero who had defeated the Dothraki!

"Long live Lord Murki!" the crowd shouted excitedly.

Murki forced a smile and waved to the crowds along the way. Rahalo followed beside him, keeping a watchful eye on him while also surveying their surroundings.

Most of Kohol's buildings are constructed of dark black granite, topped with bronze goat horns, and covered with green copper tiles that oxidize into a beautiful blue-green hue over the years.

The city was filled with coppersmith and blacksmith shops, and the clanging of hammers could be heard all the time.

Tall oak statues stand on both sides of the street, each depicting a different form of the Black Goat God, some ferocious, some solemn, all with their eyes fixed on every passerby.

The street stretched straight toward the central square, where a colossal obsidian goat statue stood, said to have been forged from dragon fire and revered by the locals as the Eternal Goat God. Surrounding the square were countless shops of all sizes, selling everything from axes and spears to swords, solid wood furniture, metal and fur products. Curious faces peered out of the stained-glass windows, observing the victorious procession.

At this moment, a fully armed troop of city defense soldiers appeared from behind. A city defense commander, wearing a reddish-brown robe and a black goat brooch on his chest, squeezed through the crowd and came to the front of the horse.

"Lord Murki, the High Priest is waiting for you at the Black Goat Temple." Somon lowered his voice, a greedy glint in his eyes as he looked at the carriage laden with gold and silver treasures: "This is astonishing! May I ask how much spoils you have brought back?"

These all belong to me and those ten thousand wolf cavalry!
Murky cursed inwardly, but outwardly remained calm, pointing his whip at the carriage.
"Lord Somon, to tell you the truth, this haul is more than what was offered at the Black Goat Altar! Look, and these barbarians behind me—we'll drag them all to the temple to be sacrificed to the gods!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd, and some even threw vegetables and stones at the Dothraki prisoners.

The Kohor people feared the Dothraki, but at the same time considered these nomads to be uncivilized barbarians and looked down on them.

Somon fawned obsequiously, "My lord, you have rendered meritorious service in annihilating the Dothraki. The High Priest will surely reward you handsomely! Please come with me to the Temple of the Black Goat in a while to meet him!"

Murki knew the timing was wrong, so he hurriedly made an excuse: "I am still covered in the blood of the enemy. It is not appropriate for me to meet the High Priest in this state. It would also be disrespectful to the Black Goat God. How about I go back to the camp to rest for a day and go tomorrow after I have tidied up? However, the carriage can be sent to the temple first."

After saying that, he glanced at Rahalo, who nodded slightly, indicating that he should continue to stall for time.

Somon still had a smile on his face, but his tone had turned colder: "Lord Murki, the priests are already waiting at the temple. Please don't make things difficult for me."

Murki had a bad feeling. Just then, Rahalo flipped his wrist, and a sapphire the size of an egg appeared in his palm, sparkling in the sunlight.

"Lord Somon, this is just a small token of Lord Murki's appreciation, nothing more."

Ever since the gem appeared in Raholo's hand, Somon's eyes had never left Raholo's hand, as if it were magically drawn to him, his eyes filled with greed, and he involuntarily walked towards Raholo.

As Somon approached, Rahalo suddenly pulled out the scimitar hidden under the wolf skin. The blade sliced ​​through the air, and Somon's head flew into the air, his face still showing a look of astonishment.

"Attack!" he roared in Dothraki.

Millions of scimitars were drawn simultaneously, and the wolf riders removed their wolf-head hoods, revealing wheat-colored faces and long braids. The sound of bells mingled with the sound of hooves as they charged toward the city defense forces!

Dzeko shouted, "Open the carriage!"

The curtain was lifted, revealing gleaming weapons inside. The prisoners quickly untied the ropes binding their wrists, instantly transforming into demons, and the street turned into a blood-stained battlefield in a flash!

Chaos erupted in the city as deafening alarm bells pierced the skies above Kohol!
"Defend the city gates!" Dzeko shouted. "For Lahalokao! For my blood!"

The Dothraki cavalry charged through the streets, shouting battle cries. The civilians screamed and scattered in all directions. Some hid in nearby buildings and escaped with their lives, while others panicked and ran for their lives, only to be trampled into the mud by the horses' hooves.

Fifteen thousand elite troops, divided into fifteen thousand-man squads, advanced northward along five main roads like fifteen sharp daggers. Lahalo led three thousand Kas troops in the central army straight into the heart of Kohor, the Black Goat Temple!
(End of this chapter)