Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 22: Swords to Westeros
Rahalo pointed toward the Narrow Sea. "Furthermore, I will take you, riding on a wooden horse, across the black salt water, and travel west to the end of the world!"

He raised his fist, his voice full of temptation, "In Rhaeshu Andari (the land of the Andals, that is, Westeros), the stone houses of the Andari are filled with gold and gems. There is more wealth there than in all the khalasars on the Sea of ​​Grass combined!
There are also countless slaves there who will graze for us, and their women will become our spoils!

I will carry their idols to Vaes Dothrak and pay homage to the Mother of Mountains!
We will ride on war horses, wear iron armor, tear down their stone houses, and kill anyone who dares to wave a weapon against us!
I will lead you to do what no khal, past or present, has ever done, and let my name, Rhahalo, resound throughout the world!"

The soldiers were completely ignited by these words, with flames of fanaticism burning in their eyes and their cheers were deafening!
As a new khal, Rhallor needs to constantly prove his ability and wisdom. He plans to take them to Westeros to broaden their horizons and teach them the importance of armor through actual combat.

These experiences cannot be gained in battles between Dothraki.

Moreover, he didn't know how to do business, so he could only expand his team and raise funds by fighting wars.

He couldn't defeat any of the nine free trade cities now. Geddohol needed a large number of gold dragons to build the city, but there were only horses and sheep in the Dothraki Grass Sea, so Westeros became the only option left.

"When are we going?" Lazar became excited when he heard that there was a battle to fight.

"Soon. I'm in touch with Illyrio. He'll get us ships and crews."

After encouraging the warriors and arranging the specific preparations, Rhallor left the tent and walked towards the tent belonging to him and Daenerys.

In the tent, Daenerys leaned against a down cushion and told her maid, "Ser Jorah stay. The others leave."

When they were alone in the waiting tent, Jorah took out a piece of parchment from his bosom and handed it to her.

"Khaleesi, this is a letter from Magister Illyrio to Viserys." His face was grave. "Robert Baratheon has offered a reward. Anyone who kills you or your brother will receive land and nobility."

Daenerys was a worldly-wise woman, and since Rhaelor had a strong army, she was not afraid at all. She just glanced at the contents of the letter casually.

"It seems the Usurper owes my Sun and Star a lordship. After all, only he can kill Viserys."

Ser Jorah thought the threat of death would frighten the girl, but instead, she simply stared at the ground, thinking for a moment. Then she said, "Ser Jorah, please help me light the brazier."

Jorah wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Khaleesi, it's already very hot."

"I've caught a cold," Dany insisted.

She liked warmth more and more, and the hotter it was, the more comfortable she felt. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and before she found out the reason, she didn't want to tell Laharo and make him worry.

The brazier burned with crackling sounds, and the temperature in the tent rose rapidly, like a big steamer.

Daenerys suddenly asked, "Ser Jorah, Viserys said that with ten thousand Dothraki howlers he could sweep across the Seven Kingdoms."

Jorah sneered and said disdainfully, "Even if he had ten thousand brooms, he still couldn't clean a stable."

After what she had experienced, Daenerys wasn't surprised by Jorah's bluntness. She then asked, "What if it wasn't Viserys? A stronger man, like my Sun and Star, could he have conquered the Seven Kingdoms?"

In fact, she had never seen the Seven Kingdoms, but after listening to the stories her brother told her, she felt she had an obligation to learn about them.

Jorah paused for a moment. "If you had asked me a few days ago, Khaleesi, I would have said without hesitation that a thousand well-trained Westerosi knights would have been enough to put a hundred times more Dothraki to flight."

"And now?" Daenerys demanded.

"Now, I wouldn't dare to say that." Jorah shook his head and sighed, "The Dothraki are unrivaled horsemen, fearless, and their bows can reach far beyond the range of any knight in the Seven Kingdoms.

The archers of the Seven Kingdoms are infantry, but the Dothraki can shoot from horseback, charging and retreating with lightning speed. They are very dangerous, and more importantly, they have a formidable number of people. "Are there many Dothraki?"

"Prince Rhaegar led forty thousand men to battle at the Trident, only a tenth of them were knights, the rest were foot soldiers and mercenaries.

And after your khal defeated Fogol, he also had 25,000 cavalry, six times that of Prince Rhaegar. Unfortunately..."

"What's a pity?"

"It's a shame the Dothraki don't wear armor."

At this moment, the tent curtain was opened and Laharo walked in. The sunlight shone on his chest, emitting a dazzling silver light.
"It's so hot!" He wiped the sweat off his face.

When Jorah saw Laharo, he rubbed his eyes and looked incredulous.

The Dothraki khal, who wore a fur vest and a golden belt around his waist, was wearing a brand new silver breastplate!
The breastplate is made of a whole piece of steel plate with smooth lines. Although it is completely different from traditional knight plate armor, every inch of the design is simple and practical, and it is not lacking in beauty. It is simply a work of art born for battle!

Jorah muttered unconsciously, "Dothraki actually wear armor, this is really weird."

He looked down at his worn armor. The edges of the metal plates were rusted and the leather edging was badly worn.

In comparison, it’s so shabby!
Who is the Knight of the Seven Kingdoms?
Daenerys was originally leaning on the cushions, but now she suddenly propped herself up with her arms, little stars in her eyes.

"My sun and stars are like completely different people!"

"I want to set an example for my warriors." Rahalo knocked on his breastplate, making a crisp sound.
"From today on, I will wear this armor and will never take it off! Anyone who dares to laugh at me will be sent to the Land of Night to meet the Horse God!"

Qiao La was quite powerful and naturally knowledgeable. He narrowed his eyes and praised, "This half-breastplate is indeed very suitable for cavalry."

Daenerys walked up to Rhaelor and slowly stroked his breastplate, looking up at him with eyes full of admiration.

Wearing armor, Laharo was even more handsome than the prince she had imagined in her childhood!

Wear your armor tonight!
Rhallor asked, "Viserys has not disturbed you again?"

"Are you really going to kill him?" A trace of worry flashed in her eyes. "Perhaps someone will kill him sooner or later without you having to do it. But, death would be a relief for him, right?"

Daenerys thought again of Viserys's actions in recent days, and a trace of disgust rose in her heart.

He kept complaining, asking for things, and insulting her and Laharo with vicious words, as if the whole world owed him something.

However, behind the disgust, there is a trace of inseparable family affection.

After all, it was Viserys who raised her from childhood to adulthood. At that time, Viserys even had to sell his mother's crown to make a living.

Viserys developed a twisted and cruel character in the face of adversity. As long as he is alive, she will have to constantly face the nightmares of being dominated and bullied in the past, but she does not want him to really die.

Conflicting thoughts tugged back and forth in her mind, making her extremely conflicted.

(End of this chapter)