Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 194 Hunting Heracles

Rahalo stepped out of the room, and Arya heard him summoning his men. She closed her eyes, searching her mind for distant connections.

Her ghostly leopard was wandering in the birch forest on the outskirts of the city. She found it, and her consciousness slowly merged with it.

Through the leopard's eyes, she saw the walls of Pentos. She urged the leopard to leap over the walls, its four paws silently treading across the stone path, and gallop towards the commander's mansion.

Ten centurions and one hundred centurions had gathered on the lawn, holding torches and looking excited, while Laharo stood in the center, talking to them.

Arya piloted the Ghost Leopard out of the shadows; it was half a meter longer than the Grass Sea Bison.

Immediately afterward, gasps of surprise erupted. The Dothraki took several steps back, their hands on the hilts of their swords, their eyes filled with eager anticipation.

They were the most elite warriors under Rahalo's command, capable of slaying a few wolves, but when it came to large beasts like the Ghost Leopard and Heraca, there were very few in the entire Grass Sea who could defeat them one-on-one.

Otherwise, wouldn't the title "Caso" be devalued?

"Gentlemen," Rahalo proclaimed, "this is the power of our new centurion."

The warriors' faces were filled with shock, and they whispered among themselves. Then, a centurion shouted in Dothraki, "Khao, this is amazing! I want to challenge it!"

Lahalo shook his head, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Lazar, you fight the Ghost Leopard."

Lazar laughed loudly as he walked out of the crowd, stretched his muscular upper body, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Arya's heart leaped into her throat. She couldn't speak right now, but if she could, she would definitely curse Rahalo, that bastard, for cheating!
"It's over," she thought, "this poor leopard is going to die."

But she had no choice. Robb and the Stark family's fate were far more important than a leopard. She gritted her teeth and steered the leopard toward Lazar.

Lazar dodged, but the leopard's claws left three bloody gashes on his arm, while the warriors erupted in cheers.

The battle lasted for several rounds. Lazar's swordsmanship was superb, but he always seemed to be a step behind. Arya found it strange; with Lazar's strength, he shouldn't be struggling so much!

Just then, she saw Rahalo give Lazar a barely perceptible nod.

Lazar suddenly took two steps back, lost his footing, and fell backward!

"Ah! I have lost!" he cried.

But his performance was so fake that the Warriors looked at each other in disbelief and then burst into boos.

"Lazar, your acting is absolutely terrible!"

"Exactly, even my three-year-old son can tell!"

"Bullshit! Where did I act?" Lazar blushed. "Those who say I acted, step forward!"

Then, the laughter grew even louder.

"You just want that girl to be a centurion!"

The warriors began chattering amongst themselves, greeting each other about their horses, but Arya was so grateful she wanted to cry. Lahalo was doing it on purpose; he was helping her.

Rahalo clapped his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Alright, that's the result. Lazar has lost, and a new centurion has been born!"

Immediately afterwards, the ten centurions and the one hundred centurions also erupted in thunderous cheers.

After all, the Dothraki admire warriors the most, and Arya Lu's move was enough to earn their respect.

“Congratulations, Commander.” Rahalo looked into Ghost Leopard’s eyes. “You can set off tomorrow. Go to Old Mo’s place and ask for two thousand warhorses, then go to Groley’s place and ask for a ship. You decide when to set off.”

Arya woke up suddenly in the room, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face.

...

A few days later, the Dothraki Grass Sea.

The morning wind howled, and the wild grass rippled like waves. From afar came a deep roar that shook the very core of one's being—the roar of Heracles, the King of the Grass Sea.

Rahalo held a scimitar, his obsidian eyes gleaming with excitement. The black steed beneath him, sensing its master's murderous intent, excitedly kicked its front hooves.

Behind him, more than twenty elite soldiers stood ready.

“Lazar, how big do you think this beast is?” Rahalo asked.

"Judging from the sound, this should be an adult male, weighing at least as much as two horses!"

“Very good.” Rahalo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

Right to his right, Garan drew his longsword, clad in gleaming silver plate armor, and rode the adult stallion he had once tamed. "I do miss Velas now, but alas, he has inherited the dukedom and can no longer come."

“You should have called Velas over,” Oberon Martell chuckled from Lahallo’s left.

Red Viper, clad in leather armor and wielding a spear, said, "Lazar's leg has been healed by the Scarlet Witch, why can't he try his luck?"

"Is Heracles delicious?" A deep voice came from behind Rahalo.

Everyone turned to look at Dazhuang.

This giant Sothros was not on horseback. He was nearly eight feet tall, with bulging muscles, covered in black hair, and disproportionately long arms. He held a short-handled warhammer in each hand, the hammerheads of which hung to the ground and were as big as an adult's head.

“I can smash Heracles’ head with my warhammer,” Big Strong replied in broken Common, “and offer the best intestines to Khal!”

Rahalo laughed heartily.

"Well said, Dazhuang! But let's forget about it. I'll give you the fatty intestines instead!"

Da Zhuang's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he wiped the drool from his mouth.

Da Zhuang was the name given to him by Laharo. He was the Sothlos man captured on Euron's Silent One. After some training, his wildness was greatly reduced, he learned the Common Tongue, and he has sworn allegiance to Laharo.

Lahalo looked at Oberon beside him, "Your Highness, would you be interested in giving it a try?"

Oberon's eyes lit up. "Aren't you going to do it?"

“Herakka are not common on the grasslands, but I’ve been lucky enough to encounter a few,” Rahalo shrugged. “Your Highness is in luck today, so of course I’ll let you have them!”

Oberon laughed heartily, twirling his spear in a flourish. "Since Lord Kao puts it that way, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Heracles' roar grew closer, and through the tall grass, a huge white shadow could be seen moving rapidly toward them.

This king of the grass sea is as tall as a horse at the shoulder, and its body is four meters long. Its claws are like daggers, and its fangs are like long swords!
Oberon raised his voice, "They're here! You all step back!"

The behemoth was larger than expected, with a ring of white fur around its neck standing on end like steel needles, and its blood-red eyes staring intently at the group of humans who dared to challenge it.

With a kick of its hind legs, it pounced straight at Oberon like a white lightning bolt!

Oberyn clenched his horse's flanks, and the warhorse neighed as it dodged to the right. His spear thrust out like a snake, the tip grazing Heraca's left rib, leaving a bloody gash.

The behemoth landed and immediately turned, its claws leaving deep furrows in the ground. This time, Heraca was smarter; instead of charging directly, she circled Oberon, searching for an opening.

Oberon launched the attack, his spear flashing like lightning towards Heraca's right shoulder. The behemoth dodged to the side, opening its blood-red maw to bite at the warhorse's neck. Oberon reacted swiftly, using the shaft of his spear to block the fangs.

The two separated and stood in a wary standoff.

"Brilliant!" Rahalo clapped his hands in praise. "No wonder he's the Red Viper of Dorne!"

Heraca roared to the sky and charged forward, this time faster than the previous two times!

Just as Heraca was about to collide with the warhorse, Oberon suddenly reined in his horse and came to a sharp stop. The beast charged too fast and swept past him, twisting its body in mid-air and turning to bite the horse's rump!

This is the moment!

Oberon seized the opportunity, thrusting his spear out like a viper's tongue, the tip piercing precisely into Heraca's gaping maw, piercing its throat and spine!

"Roar!"

Heraca let out a mournful cry, his massive body crashing to the ground. He twitched a few times on the grass and then lay still.

Oberon drew his spear, blood still dripping from its tip, dismounted, and gracefully bowed to the crowd.

"Gods above!" Galan exclaimed, "Three rounds, one fatal blow! Absolutely brilliant!"

"As expected of Dorne's Red Viper, his spear is even more ferocious than a viper!"

Rahalo clapped his hands in approval and ordered Jakaran to begin skinning and cutting the meat, shouting, "Tonight we will drink mare's milk to celebrate Prince Oberon's victory!"

The soldiers erupted in thunderous cheers.

Da Zhuang, drooling, walked towards Heracles' corpse, muttering, "Fat intestines, delicious-smelling fat intestines..."

"Remember to wash it thoroughly and cook it before eating!"

Rahalo watched Dazhuang's retreating figure, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar. Lahalo squinted and saw a large group of cavalry appear on the horizon, at least a hundred of them.

(End of this chapter)