Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 147 From this day forward, you are the High Priest.

Zheko led three thousand men straight to the city wall, sweeping away everything in his path.

The army advanced to the foot of the city wall, where archers began to rain arrows down on the Dothraki. Zheko raised his scimitar, deflecting the arrows falling from the sky, and led the Kas's people to charge up the city wall, cutting down the city guards one by one.

"If the Dothraki take the walls, none of us will survive! Kill!" a commander shouted, leading a squad of soldiers to charge towards Zheko.

They were dressed in fur armor and wore animal masks, making them look ferocious and terrifying.

The scimitar clashed with the spear, sparks flying. In the first exchange, Zheko cleaved the commander's head in two, blood gushing out.

"Block the staircases! Take control of the city walls!"

Dzeko finally arrived at the city gate's control room, personally killed the guards, pulled the huge winch, and the city gate slowly opened, revealing the Karasa army that had been waiting outside.

Outside the city, hidden in the forest, Jiku saw the city gates open and gave the order: "Charge! Let Kohor tremble under the hooves of the Dothraki!"

More than 30,000 Slark cavalrymen poured out of the Black Pine Forest and roared toward the city gate. Their hooves thundered, and even the walls of Kohor trembled!
When the defenders saw the Dothraki cavalry pouring into the city, they all looked desperate. Most of them scattered, while a small number threw down their weapons and surrendered on the spot.

Meanwhile, Lahalo led his army along the main road toward the Temple of the Black Goat.

Along the way, there were discarded items everywhere, and hardly a soul in sight. The walls were carved with illegible runes and images. Passing through the ancient city, the temple towers could be vaguely seen piercing the clouds, hidden in the dark clouds, like a passageway to heaven.

Before long, they arrived at the temple square, where a giant altar, about twenty meters square, stood before them. It was made entirely of bronze, with four enormous ram skulls carved at each of its four corners, their sharp horns slanting towards the sky.

This is where the priests offered their blood sacrifices. The blood on the ground was piled up in a thick layer, long since dried and blackened, and filled with a pungent, nauseating smell.

Normally, the Kohor people would offer calves, castrated bulls, and horses; on holidays, they would also offer captives or criminals, whom the hooded priests would then slowly and painlessly kill with knives.

Even in times of crisis, nobles would offer their own children as a gesture of comfort, hoping that the Black Goat God would protect the city.

Lahalo had guessed that there should be Unsullied guards here, but strangely, the square was empty.

Lahalo frowned and waved his hand, "Split your forces to surround the temple. Don't approach rashly, beware of traps."

Subsequently, the Dothraki cavalry split into several groups and sealed off all the temple entrances and exits.

The scouts then reported that "the temple is now deserted, with only a white-haired, hooded priest and a few assistant priests remaining."

Rahalo ordered a search of the entire temple, and soon another scout reported, "There is a secret passage under the temple that leads to the west gate. The High Priest may have retreated from there with the Unsullied."

When the cavalry reached the west gate, they saw a well-organized column marching towards the distant hills. In the center of the column were the hooded priests. They led three thousand Unsullied and left Kohor without any intention of defense.

The fighting in Kohor continued until late at night before gradually subsiding. The Dothraki controlled the city gates, walls, and main streets, and sporadic resistance was quelled one by one.

Citizens hid in their homes, doors tightly shut, peering out windows to peek at the outside world, trembling with fear.

The streets were littered with corpses, mostly city garrison soldiers and a few stubborn civilians. The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, and several buildings were ablaze, turning the night sky crimson.

The temple was empty, with overturned statues and candlesticks everywhere, and scrolls and scriptures scattered all over the ground. Rahalo sat on the steps in the center of the temple, leaning on his scimitar, looking down.

In their line of sight, Lazar entered with several warriors, followed by a short, stout old man with white hair. The old man's black robe was embroidered with a black goat with its head held high, its horns stained with a touch of scarlet.

“My blood,” Lazar shoved him, “this man says his name is Cassio Mortis, and he is the High Priest’s deputy.”

Casio staggered a few steps before barely managing to steady himself, then looked up at Rahalo, his eyes filled with fear.

“Great Khao,” Cassio swallowed hard, forcing himself to remain calm, “Kohor has always lived in peace with the Dothraki, and has paid tribute to Khao Zheko every year on time…”

"You sent wolf riders to attack Karasa, intending to kill our warriors, our women and children. Is this your friendliness?" Lahalo glanced at Cassio, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Casio shuddered in fright, his face turning deathly pale. He hurriedly said, "I didn't do this. It was the High Priest, Lord Jacob. He took the gold from the Iron Treasury. I was firmly against it!"

At this point, Casio's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud. "Great Casio, please spare my life!"
"I can do whatever I want for you; everything in Kohol is at your disposal!"

Rahalo looked down at him and suddenly laughed: "From today onwards, Jacob is no longer the High Priest. I think you are quite good, so you will be the High Priest!"

Casio stood there, stunned, not reacting for a moment, blinking repeatedly as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Me? I am the High Priest?"

Rahalo nodded. "If you don't want to do it, recommend someone who does."

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

The title of High Priest fell from the sky, and Cassio was overjoyed. He kowtowed to the ground, "Thank you, my great Cassio! I will serve you faithfully!"

"But I have a condition."

"You say, you say!"

The entire city was in a state of panic. Whether commoners or nobles, everyone was hiding in their homes. There wasn't a single living person to be seen on the streets. Workshops had stopped operating, shops had closed, and life and the economy had come to a complete standstill.

Lajalo didn't want a dead city, so he said, "The people of Kohor are afraid of us. I need you to dispel their fear and let people return to normal life."

Casio immediately understood what Lahalo meant.

In Kohor, religion wields greater power than politics. The priests of the Black Goat God can influence the decisions of almost every resident.

People would be more likely to accept reality if the new High Priest declared the Dothraki to be friends rather than enemies.

“I will issue a divine oracle, telling the people that the Black Goat God has accepted your rule,” Cassio said excitedly. “I will say that your arrival is the will of God, and that Jacob’s wicked deeds have been punished by the Black Goat God!”

Lahalo nodded in satisfaction: "Very good. Three days from now, you will hold a ceremony to invite all the nobles and merchants of Kohor, and in their presence, formally announce that I am the supreme ruler of Kohor."

“Understood, sir.” Casio nodded. “I will make everyone know that you are the supreme ruler of Kohor, the leader chosen by the Black Goat God. I will make everyone swear allegiance to you.”

(End of this chapter)