Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 167 Kneel down
Finally, the group arrived at the Lahalo camp.

Compared to Bono's camp, this place was more magnificent and grand, and also more orderly. It had trenches, chevaux-de-frise, wooden palisades and watchtowers, hundreds of leather tents were neatly arranged, and fire ditches were dug. It was located on a small hill, with natural cliffs outside. Even if an army of 80,000 came at once, they would not be able to form a formation. It was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The Sulphur River is not far to the side, deep into Dorne. Even if we take it, we won't be able to capture it. No wonder Rahalo isn't afraid of exposing the location of his main camp.

On the parade ground in front of the camp, hundreds of elite Dothraki warriors stood in a line. Rahalo and Zheko stood side by side. The former wore Valyrian armor, had a scimitar at his waist, and the bells on his long braid jingled in the wind. He exuded an imposing aura.

Renly entered the camp first, surrounded by knights. Although he was dressed in a green velvet royal robe and wore a crown of thorns, he appeared timid and hesitant, drawing boos from those around him.

When Garan entered the camp, the Dothraki warriors erupted in enthusiastic cheers, some raising their scimitars high, others pounding their chests, the sound deafening.

"Galan Caso! Garlan Caso!"

Garland smiled and waved to the surroundings, while Rahalo strode forward and gave him a bear hug.

“My brother,” Rahalo laughed, slapping Garan on the shoulder, “you’ve finally come. I heard you’re going to be a father?”

“Ahem,” Garland scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “We’ll talk about that later. King Renly wants to see his queen first.”

Zheko looked at Lanley, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. "If you want to get in, you'll have to kneel down."

Garland quickly smoothed things over, looking at Rahalo: "His Majesty the King has come from afar and has already shown sufficient respect..."

Lanley sensed something was wrong, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead. "I just want to make sure my wife is alright!"

Rahalo narrowed his eyes, suppressing his anger. "What if she's not doing well?"

Before he finished speaking, he approached Lan Li step by step, his powerful aura causing Lan Li to unconsciously take a half step back.

“Others may not kneel,” Rahalo said, glaring down at Renly, “but you, Renly, must kneel.”

“What? I am the king! I will never kneel!” Renly screamed.

"I'll make you kneel!" Rahalo roared, grabbing Renly's hair and slamming him to the ground!
Renly was utterly powerless against Rahalo, his face being pressed to the ground, his mouth and nose filled with the smell of earth and horse manure.

Lajalo's move was incredibly fast.

Before the Rainbow Guards could even react, Brienne drew her longsword, only to be immediately restrained by several whips, rendering her immobile.

The Dothraki erupted in deafening cheers, and the entire camp was swept up in jubilation! They had witnessed an Andari king kneeling at the feet of their Khal!
"I'm here to negotiate! Ugh, ugh, ugh..." Renly spat out a mouthful of mud, struggling like a dead fish. "I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms! I demand the respect I deserve!"

Rahalo's hand was like an iron clamp, seemingly possessing the strength of a thousand pounds. He sneered, "Even Robert was called a usurper, so what face do you, the third son, have to presume to call yourself King of the Seven Kingdoms? Do you deserve it?"

Brienne was firmly bound by several long whips, unable to struggle at all, but her eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at Laharo.

In her heart, this Dothraki had not only killed her father, but also disgraced Lord Renly whom she loved so dearly!
Zheko also saw the hatred in Brienne's eyes. He waved for the warriors to untie their whips, stood in front of the tall Brienne, almost nose to nose, coldly looked her up and down, and then turned to look at Laharo.

"Is he the strongest warrior in the Reach? Can I kill him?"

Although Garan didn't recognize Zheko, he could tell he was a Blood Guardian, so he quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying in Dothraki, "Her name is Brienne, and she is the King's Rainbow Guard!"

"A woman?" Zheko glanced at Garan, then looked around with an incredulous expression, and exclaimed, "The King of Andari is being protected by a woman?" A burst of laughter erupted around him.

Suddenly, Zheko made a lightning-fast move, pressing down hard on Brienne's breastplate and even pushing her, much to everyone's surprise.

"What a woman!" Zheko exclaimed, then his face lit up with delight. "If I slept with you, we'd definitely give birth to a giant!"

Brienne froze on the spot, then her face turned red, and with a roar, she slashed her longsword diagonally down at Zheko!

"Come on, come back to the grasslands with me!" Zheko easily dodged the longsword with a simple sidestep.

"Stop!" A sharp shout came from behind the crowd.

At this moment, the crowd parted to make way, and Margaret was led out, dressed in a Dothraki leather coat and a wolfskin cloak, her face expressionless.

Lahalo snorted and released his grip, a tuft of dark brown hair fluttering in the wind.

"Margaery!" Lanley struggled to his feet, dusted himself off, and hurried over to her, asking, "Are you alright?"

“I’m fine,” Margaret said calmly.

Lanley hesitated for a moment. He lowered his voice and asked, "They...they didn't touch you, did they?"

Margaret frowned deeply, a flash of disgust crossing her eyes. She shook her head slightly and remained silent.

“Very good,” Renly breathed a sigh of relief. “We’ll be negotiating with these savages. If I say anything demeaning to you, please understand that it’s part of our bargaining strategy…”

Before he could finish speaking, Margaret had already turned and walked back, leaving Lanley standing there alone, looking quite embarrassed.

The Rahalo tent was completely different from what Renly had imagined.

The tent was spacious, without any luxurious decorations, only a few simple and practical furnishings. The ground was covered with animal hides, and flames flickered in the brazier. Apart from a covered battle map, there was nothing else around.

The negotiating table was a rough stone slab supported on two wooden stools, with several leather cushions around it for seating.

Lanley sat there, shifting his body frequently, clearly uncomfortable with the rudimentary conditions.

“I want to redeem my queen,” Renly said bluntly. “One hundred thousand gold dragons. That’s the highest price Stormlands can afford.”

Upon hearing this, a flash of anger crossed Garland's eyes.

"One hundred thousand? That's all? She's not only your queen, she's my sister!" He knew Renly knew how much it cost to deal with the Dothraki, yet he was still calculating even now. So he sneered and turned to Rahalo, "No matter how much Renly offers, the Reach is willing to add another five hundred thousand gold dragons."

Lahalo watched their argument expressionlessly, then suddenly smiled and said, "I never said that this negotiation was for Margaret."

He clapped his hands, and a warrior immediately presented him with a flag stained with blood.

As the flag was unfurled, Renly's face turned deathly pale.

(End of this chapter)