Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 219 Unification of the Grass Sea
Just then, a deep roar suddenly came from the sky, shaking the earth. The sound grew closer and clearer, a sound that no one had ever heard before.

Immediately afterwards, four dragons flapped their wings and swooped down from the sky like dark clouds!

"A dragon! It's a dragon!" someone shouted in terror.

In an instant, panic gripped the entire meeting place. The Dothraki had never seen a real dragon; they could only admire their splendor from statues.

Now, the statues have come to life, hovering above their heads, even more terrifying than the statues themselves!
Migo was the largest of the four dragons, its dark red scales shimmering with a metallic sheen, and its golden vertical pupils burning with hellish flames.

Behind her followed three giant dragons: Rogue, Viserion, and Haron. Rogue was green with bronze-colored scales, Viserion was cream and gold, and Haron was abyssal black!
“I gave you a chance,” Rahalo said slowly. “I let you choose for yourselves: loyalty or betrayal. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong path.”

The Khao on the right turned deathly pale. They finally realized that from the very beginning, they had fallen into Rahalo's trap.

This alliance was, from beginning to end, a carefully orchestrated scheme by Rahalo to lure the enemy out!

Rahalo raised his head, pointed to the right, and shouted, "Dracarys!"

This High Valyrian phrase, like a death sentence, echoed throughout the entire Alliance Land!

The four dragons swooped down simultaneously, their blazing dragon flames erupting like hellfire, instantly engulfing the Khaomen standing on the right.

"Ahhh...!"

Screams rose and fell, but were quickly drowned out by roars. Their bodies were instantly engulfed in flames, melting like candles, until they were reduced to ashes!
Migo's dragonfire raged through the crowd, while Rego, Viserion, and Haron were not to be outdone, chasing after the fleeing survivors and spewing their own flames. The four dragons worked in perfect unison; not a single traitor could escape!

Wherever the dragon's flames went, only scorched earth remained. The air was filled with the nauseating smell of roasted meat, mixed with the pungent odor of molten metal.

Those once mighty khaoos are now nothing but piles of ashes and wisps of smoke.

Many Dothraki had never seen such a terrible sight. They trembled with fear, and some even knelt down, begging the dragon in the sky for forgiveness!
The four dragons ignored them, burned the people on the right to ashes, and then spread their wings and flew away into the clouds, disappearing from sight.

At that moment, under everyone's gaze, Dzeko knelt down on one knee without hesitation. "I, Dzeko, pledge my eternal allegiance to Rahalokao! My blood, my life!"

His voice echoed in the square, and he showed everyone through his actions that serving such a master was the highest honor!

The remaining Khaomen, after a moment of stunned silence, came to their senses and looked at the Khaomen who had been burned to a crisp. Their fear quickly turned into awe.

Rahalo is not only a powerful warrior, but also a being capable of controlling mythical creatures! Only a true king can wield the power of legend!
They secretly rejoiced at how wise their choice was not to join that doomed betrayal.

"I, Saschaeu, swear allegiance to Lahallochaeu!"

“I, Igcao, swear allegiance to Lahalokao!” Another kao followed closely behind.

"I, Morocao, swear allegiance to Lahalocao!"

One Khao after another kowtowing, bowing their heads, offered their loyalty to Rahalo. Their voices merged into a wave that resounded throughout the assembly grounds!

"Today!" Rahalo's voice echoed across the plains, "this fragmented land has achieved an unprecedented unity! From this day forward, all Dothraki are one family, and all Karas are one!"

A thunderous cheer erupted, shaking heaven and earth.

Hundreds of thousands of Dosrak warriors shouted in unison, horses neighed, warriors brandished their scimitars, and everyone was thrilled by this historic moment!
Lahalo stood atop Mount Our Lady, clad in Valyrian steel armor, bathed in the glow of the blazing fire, appearing like a god of war descending upon the land.

"Tomorrow!" His voice echoed throughout the Grass Sea, "we will cross the Narrow Sea and let the Dothraki banner fly over every inch of Westeros!"

The day after tomorrow, we will cross the Korazagji Zask and conquer those zebra-riding Jugnesians!
Ultimately, we will prove to the world that the Dothraki are not only the masters of the steppes, but will eventually conquer the entire world!

The cheers grew even louder, and the soldiers raised their weapons high, chanting Laharo's name.

"Rahalo! Rahalo! Kao of Kao!"

Daenerys walked to Raholo's side, her eyes gleaming with deep love. She gently stroked her belly, where their child, their future prince or princess, was growing. "My Sun and Star, our child will grow up in a unified world!"

He held her hand tightly, and together they lifted it towards the sky. Above them, four dragons circled and roared.

"Rahalo! Rahalo! Kao of Kao!"

"Daenerys! Khaleesi of Khaleesi!"

At this moment, the Doshkaline old women parted the crowd, leaning on long, carved canes. Some struggled to move their old, trembling feet, while others strode with their heads held high like horse kings. These former Khaleesi held sacred ritual items in their hands.

These old women were all Khaleesi.

When their husbands died, the new Khal took the lead as mounted warriors, and the new Khaleesi rode alongside him. They were then sent here to govern the vast Dothraki kingdom.

Even the most powerful Khal had to submit to Doshikarin's wisdom and authority.

The elderly women at the front of the procession slowly walked up to the mountaintop, led by an elderly female priestess who was hunched over, emaciated, and had only one black eye.

They came before Daenerys and presented her with the bloody heart of a wild horse.

“I am a descendant of the true dragon,” Daenerys said, gently stroking her swollen belly, sweat trickling down her forehead.

She cupped the horse's heart in her hands, brought it to her mouth, and bit down hard on the tough, raw flesh. She had to eat the whole heart so that the child in her womb would be strong, agile, and fearless.

“Karakha, Dothrai, Muanha!” she said in standard Dothraki: The prince rides inside me!

The elderly priestess raised her hands high: "Karakha, Dosre!" she cried out sharply: "The prince is on horseback!"
"He's riding a horse! Lak! Lak! Lakha!" the crowd announced in unison: It's a boy, a strong boy!

The eunuchs tossed hay into the bronze brazier, and the rich scent of hay rose toward the stars. The elderly priestess closed her single eye and peered toward the future.

A moment later she opened her eyes and raised her arms: "I saw his face, I heard his hooves thunder! His horse is swift as the wind, and the khalasar covers the whole earth! The prince will become the steed that rides the world!"

"Riding the world's finest steeds!" people shouted in response.

"What should you name the steed that rides the world's finest horse?" the priestess asked.

Daenerys glanced at Rahallo and said the name they had already decided on: "We will call him Arthur."

"Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!" The entire grassland was chanting this name, the sound shaking the heavens!

In the sky, the four-headed dragon once again unleashed a terrifying roar, as if declaring to the entire world:

A new era is about to begin, riding the world's mighty steed!
...

One month later. King's Landing.

While the war raged in the Westerlands, King's Landing remained unusually calm. Velas and Martell tacitly ignored King's Landing.

The guard on the city wall yawned, rubbed his eyes, looked at the sea, and rubbed his eyes again.

Black spots have appeared in Blackwater Bay.

One, two, ten, twenty, forty...

The black dot became clearer. It was a ship, a massive warship, its sails billowing, cutting through the waves.

"Enemy attack!" The guard's shout ripped through the sky.

The bells tolled, one after another, from the Red Keep to Flea's Nest, from the Iron Gates to the Dragon Gate. The entire kingdom of King's Landing was thrown into a frenzy by the sound of these alarming bells!
(End of this chapter)