Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 213 The Tragedy of Shiqiao Village

A small village called Shiqiao Village has been turned into a living hell. In the square in the center of the village, several skinned corpses hang from wooden stakes, and blood flows down the red flesh to the ground, shimmering with an eerie red light.

Rams had a sickly smile on his face. He was obese, with greasy black hair plastered to his scalp, thick lips like worms, and a mad light flashing in his small eyes.

"Louder!" Rams sat in his chair, clapping his hands as if he were enjoying a wonderful performance.

Before him, a young farmer was tied to a stake, and Rams's men, known as "bastards' good boys," were slowly making small cuts on the farmer's body with knives.

Each cut is shallow, yet it can cause the most intense pain.

"Please... kill me..." the farmer pleaded hoarsely.

"Kill you? That's no fun."

Rams's lips curled into a wicked smile. He walked up to the farmer and said, "This is just the beginning. In a moment, I'm going to peel your skin off inch by inch, so you can see for yourself what's hidden beneath your skin."

Not far away, several women knelt on the ground with their wrists tied behind their backs, their clothes tattered, their eyes filled with despair. They had already suffered inhuman torture, and some of them had broken down mentally, staring blankly ahead.

Most appallingly, Ramsay's men were preparing to play a so-called game: they would release the women and then hunt them down with hounds.

The hunting dogs were howling in their cages, their bright red tongues lolling out and drool dripping, looking incredibly excited.

“You, you be the referee!” Rams told them. “Whoever gets the prey the furthest will get an extra reward. Of course, that is, if they are brought back in the end, or at least some of them.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his men let out a series of sinister laughs that sent chills down everyone's spines.

"I want to play this game too..." The boy named Chou Lao had just finished enjoying a corpse, and upon hearing this, a look of regret appeared on his face.

Arya opened her eyes abruptly, a fire of anger burning within her.

She had seen many cruel things, but this was the first time she had encountered a devil like Ramsay who took pleasure in torturing people.

"Barco!"

"Yes, Commander Nana!"

"There are enemies fifty miles ahead. Eight hundred men are divided into left and right flanks to encircle them. I will lead Shadow, Nymeria, and the rest of the men for a frontal assault!"

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As the sun sets, outside Stone Bridge Village, Rams's hunting game is about to begin.

A dozen women, tortured beyond recognition, were pushed onto an open ground, their eyes numb, like walking corpses.

“The rules are simple,” Rams said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. “You can start running now, run as far as you can. If you can get into the forest and hide, well, maybe you’ll survive!”

He was lying, of course.

No matter where these women run, they cannot escape his clutches; this is just part of his perverted game.

Just then, the sound of thunderous hooves came from afar.

Rams craned his neck and looked around. "What's that sound?"

His men climbed to the top of the tallest house in the village and looked into the distance. The next second, their faces turned deathly pale.

"My lord! Cavalry! Lots of cavalry!"

"What cavalry?" Rams' smile vanished instantly. "How many?"

"At least a thousand! They'll be here soon!"

The words had barely left his lips when a black torrent appeared on the horizon. More than a thousand Slark cavalry swept in like a whirlwind, their scimitars gleaming, their hooves thundering across the earth!

Leading the pack was a young girl, a rapier wielding above her head. Even more terrifying, she was accompanied by dozens of wolves, their speed no slower than warhorses, their green eyes gleaming with bloodlust. The smile instantly froze on Rams's face.

A thousand against four hundred, and these were the infamous Dothraki cavalry; they had no chance of winning.

"Damn it!" he gritted his teeth and yelled at the soldiers, "Form ranks! Hold them off! Release all the hounds!"

He then immediately turned to his trusted confidant and whispered, "Retreat!"

"Lord Rams," the stinky man asked in a trembling voice, "where are you going?"

"Go get reinforcements!" Rams roared. "You must buy me some time!"

This is, of course, a lie.

He just wanted these cannon fodder to buy him enough time to escape.

The soldiers hastily formed a battle formation, with spearmen in front and archers behind.

At the same time, more than a dozen ferocious hunting dogs were released, baring their teeth at the approaching enemy.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Rams quietly slipped away from the back of the village with about twenty of his confidants.

Arya rode ahead on horseback and immediately discerned the enemy's intentions.

"They're trying to run! Shadow, after them!"

Animals that have been transformed are all very intelligent and perceptive. The Ghost Leopard obeyed the command and shot out like lightning, with astonishing speed.

At the same time, the battle officially broke out!
The loyal hunting dogs charged at the wolf pack first, trying to buy time for their master.

However, the moment the wolf and the hound met, the battle became one-sided.

The wolf pack naturally outmatched the hounds by bloodline, and their numbers were twice that of the hounds. Nymeria was also enormous. She bit the neck of the lead hound and easily ripped its throat apart. Blood splattered everywhere, and the hound fell to the ground dead after letting out a wail.

Other wolves followed closely behind, and the howling of the hunting dogs could be heard everywhere. They might be able to show off their power in front of domestic dogs, but they were no match for a real wolf pack!
Several hunting dogs tried to escape, but were surrounded by more wolves and torn to pieces amidst their pitiful howls.

In less than a minute, all the hunting dogs were dead. The wolves licked the blood from their mouths, bared their teeth, and stared at the remaining enemies with their green eyes.

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows!" the stinky man shouted in despair.

However, they only had time to fire a volley of arrows before a series of crisp clanging sounds rang out. They were unable to inflict any effective damage on the Dothraki and were immediately knocked away, their formation collapsing instantly.

The battle turned into a one-sided massacre, with flashes of blades and each swing taking a life. The wolf pack also attacked from the flanks, their sharp teeth tearing at the fleeing enemies.

When Chou Lao saw this scene, he was so frightened that he ran away with the other soldiers.

Arya spurred her horse and caught up, plunging a sewing needle into his heart from behind. The villain didn't even have time to utter a sound before collapsing dead!

Ten minutes later, the battle was over.

All four hundred-plus soldiers of the Skinners were killed, and the village became a bloody slaughterhouse.

On the path behind the village, Rams, in an attempt to escape the wolf pack, was covered in excrement and urine, emitting a nauseating stench. However, he was now cornered under a large tree by the shadows, with nowhere left to retreat.

His confidants were all dead, torn to shreds by the ghost leopard and the wolf pack.

When Arya arrived, Rams was surrounded by Nymeria and dozens of wolves. The wolves twitched their noses, revealing sharp fangs, and made low growls from their throats, like the whispers of death.

"My lord! I am Chou Lao! I am just a slave! Rams did everything, it has nothing to do with me, please spare me!"

Rams thought he could get away with it this way, since no one would care about a lowly slave.

(End of this chapter)