Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 236 Ending
Long night.

Azor Ahai stared in shock at the dragon before him. "What...what is this thing?"

“This is the embodiment of his soul, and it also contains the primordial power of Rahlo,” Nisha Nisha said.

A powerful force surged within Rahalo's body. He looked down at his hands, and suddenly two swirling white-gold flames appeared, containing the power to destroy everything.

He knew that any weapon he now possessed—a spear, a scimitar, or even his bare hands—would ignite the sacred fire of Rahlo!
Azor Ahai witnessed all of this, "The Lightbringer is no longer just a sword, but yourself!"

Nisha Nisha turned and walked back into the cave, leaving behind a series of words, "Go, warrior of light. Go and find my brother, and bring him final release."

When he dies, I will also leave this world.

But our love, our faith in the light, will continue forever.

“I will,” Rajalo promised. “I will free him and end the long night.”

He drew the Valyrian steel sword Frost from his back, and the entire sword burst into a holy, white-gold flame. This was pure, sacred light, irresistible to any dark force.

Rahalo turned to Azor Ahai: "Would you like to come with me to face the Night King and the Cold God?"

Azor Ahai nodded firmly: "I am a warrior. I will fight for the light until the very last moment."

Guided by Nisha Nisha's power, Lahalo quickly sensed the locations of the Cold God and Lionel.

"It's there!"

Rahalo pointed into the distance, and Migo let out a deafening roar, lowering his head. Rahalo then pulled Azor Ahai onto the dragon's head.

Migo was enveloped in a hazy, white-gold light as she shot into the sky like a meteor!

...

The Great Wall in modern times.

The battle entered a melee phase with close-quarters combat.

"For the glory of House Mormont!" Jorah Mormont raised his longsword, repeatedly repelling the wights that climbed onto the artillery position.

Just then, he looked at Lyanna Mormont. This little girl, not even ten years old, was gradually being surrounded by ghouls; a gigantic zombie was rapidly approaching her, her situation extremely dangerous!
"Leanna! Watch out!" Jorah shouted a warning.

Hearing the warning and sensing the threat behind her, Lyanna Mormont turned around quickly, but the zombie giant had already raised its massive fist, ready to smash her into a pulp.

At that critical moment, Jorah Mormont rushed over without hesitation.

"I am Jorah Mormont of Bear Island!" he cried out in his final battle cry, shielding Lyanna with his own body.

The giant's fist slammed down, and Jorah Mormont's body was sent flying by the immense force, bouncing off the city wall before crashing to the ground.

But he bought Lyanna precious seconds, allowing her to pierce the giant's eye with the dragon crystal dagger in her hand.

The giant turned into a pile of bones, and Jorah Mormont coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed in the corner.

Lyanna, her eyes blazing with fury, brandished her longsword and fought her way through the encirclement to reach him, helping him to his feet.

“Uncle…” she called softly.

Jorah felt as if all his bones and internal organs had been shattered, and there was no way to save him.

With his last breath, he gave her a faint smile: "Leanna, you are the pride of the Mormont family. Continue the fight, my little bear girl..."

After saying that, he stared blankly at the sky, gave a bitter laugh, and said, "So, in the end, I still can't go home..."

Jorah Mormont, a knight sentenced to death for slave trading, ultimately ensured the continuation of his family's bloodline and, through his sacrifice, cleansed himself of his past sins, achieving true redemption.

Meanwhile, Jaime Lannister was fighting desperately among the wights.

With each swing of the sword, bones flew everywhere, as if seeking forgiveness for his past sins.

The howls of the wights echoed in his ears. He thought of his three children, and the morning he had ended Cersei's life with his own hands—the most painful moment of his life, but also the beginning of his liberation.

Just as he snapped out of his reverie, he saw Eddard Stark trapped in a corner of the city wall, his back against the ice wall, his longsword flashing rapidly in his hand. But there were just too many enemies, and he was in grave danger.

“Edward Stark!” Jaime was deeply moved when he saw this.

That former enemy, deeply hurt by him, chose to forgive him and is now fighting desperately to protect the living.

And he, Jaime Lannister, has a chance to salvage something.

With that thought in mind, he charged toward Eddard Stark without hesitation, hacking and slashing at the wights that stood in his way.

As a giant wight raised its axe to strike Eddard, Jaime charged in from the side.

"Stark! Watch out!"

James pushed him aside, taking the fatal blow with his own body. The axe cleaved through his collarbone and embedded itself deep in his chest, instantly staining the snow crimson with blood.

Eddard stared in shock at Jaime Lannister lying before him, his former enemy who had died saving him.

"Why?" Ed asked. "Why did you save me?"

“Lannister,” Jaime spat out a mouthful of blood, looking into Eddard’s eyes, “a debt… must be repaid!”

“I…I forgive you, James,” Ed said softly, looking at the dying man. “Rest in peace.”

A serene smile touched Jaime Lannister's lips. It was the last and most genuine smile of his life.

The blood feud between the Lannisters and the Starks began to be resolved at this moment.

Meanwhile, Jon Snow gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

The Valyrian steel sword "Longclaw" danced like lightning in his hand. "Hold on!" Jon roared at the warriors around him, "Hold the gate!"

Just then, the Night King appeared.

His appearance caused the surrounding temperature to plummet, and all the guards felt the threat of death!

"Everyone back off!" Jon shouted. "Let me handle him!"

The Night King slowly walked toward Jon Snow, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the snow.

He conjured an ice sword and pointed it directly at Jon!

Suddenly, Arya Stark appeared from the side and behind, wielding a Valyrian steel dagger, her aim straight for the Night King's heart!

This is exactly the plan they had discussed!
Just as the blade was about to pierce the Night King's heart, Arya revealed a victorious smile.

However, the Night King reacted swiftly, turning around and grabbing Arya by the throat with one hand, while his other hand seized her wrist holding the dagger.

Arya struggled to breathe and frantically thrashed in the air, but the Night King's power was too great.

"Arya!" Jon Snow's eyes widened in fury as he raised his long claws and launched a powerful attack on the Night King.

The Night King turned to meet the attack, conjuring an ice blade. The two swords clashed together, producing a crisp "clang".

To everyone's surprise, at the very moment the swords clashed, the Night King conjured a new ice blade out of thin air, which floated into the air and pierced Jon Snow's chest.

"No!" Arya cried out in despair.

Jon Snow, hero of the Night's Watch, fell heavily into a pool of blood. But the flame of defiance still burned in his eyes until his very last moment.

The Night King turned around, ready to kill Arya.

He raised his ice sword, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

At that moment, the Night King suddenly froze.

His body began to tremble, and icy blue cracks began to spread across his skin, as if some force was tearing his existence apart from within.

He looked up at the sky in bewilderment, as if hearing an echo from ancient times. In an instant, he felt the destruction of the God of Cold, and the complete disappearance of the primal power that sustained his existence.

The Night King has undergone an explosive collapse!

His entire existence was erased from its foundation, as if he had never existed.

With the destruction of the Night King, all the White Walker lieutenants were crushed at the same moment!

Moreover, countless ghouls, zombie mammoths, and zombie giants lost their life force in an instant, fell to the ground, and disintegrated into a pile of dry bones!
An eerie silence suddenly fell over the battlefield.

The soldiers who had been fighting fiercely just moments before were now staring blankly at the scene before them.

The enemy has disappeared, and the war is over.

Arya fell from mid-air, landing hard on her backside in the snow. "We won? Rahalo succeeded?"

She ran to Jon's side, but it was too late.

The Night's Watch hero had stopped breathing, a peaceful smile on his face, for in his last moments he witnessed the Night King's downfall!
Daenerys landed on the Wall and, seeing the sight before her, felt both the joy of victory and a touch of sadness.

“Rahalo, my Sun and Star,” she murmured, “you saved the world. But where are you now?”

Azor Ahai died a glorious death in battle, and the Night King and the God of Cold also fell one after another in front of Rahalo, turning into a sky full of ice mist that slowly dissipated and was then absorbed by the Valyrian steel sword, Frost.

The moment he gripped the sword hilt, Rahalo heard the howls of countless vengeful spirits. He was cold, a chill that penetrated to the very core of his being, and he felt an unprecedented exhaustion, his consciousness beginning to blur.

But he knew he had accomplished his mission.

The first long night is about to end, and it will never come again.

"Can I... go back?" he murmured.

He thought of Daenerys, he thought of Margaery, he thought of all the people he loved.

"I...I must go back to them..."

But darkness eventually engulfed him.

Lahalo fell into a deep magical slumber, trapped eight thousand years in the past.

Migo let out a soft hum, gently nudged his face with the tip of its nose, then picked him up with its mouth, tossed him onto its back, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky.

The blizzard gradually subsided, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a bright sun and a clear blue sky.

The sky has never been so beautiful in this era.

Migo carried Lahalo soaring through the blue sky, flying towards a place where it could sense the primal energy.

It knew that Lahalo would fall into a very long sleep, and that the place could nourish his body and help him wake up as soon as possible.

After an unknown amount of time, a peninsula appeared faintly below the clouds, with fourteen large volcanoes arranged in a crisscross pattern on it.

Migo swooped down like a cannonball, hurtling into the largest crater and diving into the scalding blackish-red lava.

It sparked a shower of sparks, then disappeared.

...

Bran Stark sat in the Godswood, his milky white eyes gazing at the sky, and he could feel the longing of Daenerys, Margaery, Nymeria, Arya, and everyone else.

“Rahalo is still alive,” he whispered to them at the same time. “He succeeded, but he too is trapped in antiquity, in a deep slumber…”

“If he has fallen into a deep sleep,” Daenerys said firmly, “then I will find him.”

Just then, Melisandre, dressed in a red robe, slowly walked towards Daenerys.

“Dragon Queen,” Melisandre’s voice was filled with deep reverence, “I saw the truth in the flames. Rahalo is the true Lightbringer, and he will soon return.”

“Can you help us find him?” Daenerys asked anxiously.

Melisandre shook her head, then slowly took off the ruby ​​necklace she always wore.

“This is the gift of eternal life,” she said, placing it around Daenerys’s neck. “The Lord of Light instructed me to give it to you. You will have eternal life and can await his return.”

"Immortality?" Daenerys looked at Melisandre, who was aging rapidly. "Then what about you?"

“My mission is complete,” Melisandre smiled. “The world no longer needs the Scarlet Witch. I have witnessed the true Lightbringer and now have the privilege of helping his beloved. It is time for me to return to R'hllor’s embrace.”

As Melisandre spoke, her body began to age, and then she turned to dust and vanished in the wind.

She gave Daenerys a chance to wait with her own life.

Melisandre…

Daenerys reached out and touched the shimmering dust that filled the air, and two hot tears streamed down her face.

...

Time flies, and years pass.

“Every day I miss him,” Daenerys said, standing atop the highest tower of the Red Keep, overlooking King’s Landing. “Every night I dream of him.”

Margaret walked to her side and whispered, "He will definitely come back. True love can conquer all, including time itself."

After giving birth to Arthur I, Daenerys suddenly seemed to sense something and reluctantly handed the infant to Margaery. She then summoned the black dragon Haron, who carried her into the clouds and flew towards the ruins of Valyria.

From that time on, the world never saw the Dragon Queen again.

Subsequently, Margaery Tyrell supported Arthur I's ascension to the throne, establishing Gol Dhoho as the capital. She then served two more Targaryen kings, working diligently and tirelessly.

At the age of ninety-six, Margaret lay in bed. She stroked her wolf-skin cloak with her aged fingers, as if she had returned to that day when they poured out their hearts to each other under the starry sky.

"I'm going to see him," she said to her maid with a smile, her voice growing softer and softer, "in another world."

Then, she peacefully closed her eyes, a smile on her lips, as if she were seeing something beautiful.

Ninety-six years old, eighty years of the King's Hand.

During her regency, the Seven Kingdoms entered an unprecedented period of prosperity.

The knowledge left by Lajalo continued to play a role, agricultural output increased significantly, infrastructure was continuously improved, new inventions emerged from time to time, and people's living standards improved remarkably.

The squares of King's Landing, Pentos, and Gol D'Ho all feature colossal statues of Lahallo.

The warhorse raised its front hooves high, accompanied by a giant dragon, its body ablaze with an inextinguishable sacred flame.

His achievements are inscribed on the base of the statue:

"Rahalo"
Káo of Káo

One-day King

The Dragon Queen's beloved husband
Incarnation of the Lightbringer
Heroes who save the world

His love transcends time and space.

His sacrifice brought peace.
May his legend live on forever.

Every year on the same day, the anniversary of the victory at the Great Wall, the entire kingdom holds a grand celebration.

People gathered in the square to lay flowers at the statue of Rajalo, tell his story, and pray for his return.

The Dothraki regarded him as the eternal Khal, and in order to continue his will, the six Blood Guards—Lazar, Zheko, Moso, Jogo, Lacalo, and Quello—assembled an army of 200,000 men, hundreds of cannons, and thousands of warships, and successively conquered the free trade city-states of Braavos, Myr, and Valantis.

After capturing Slaver's Bay, the army continued eastward, and during the siege of Quills, old Mosso was shot by an arrow and fell from his horse.

He struggled to his feet, three long arrows lodged in his chest, their blood staining his long white beard.

"For the sake of Khal Dál!"

Old Moso raised his scimitar and launched one last desperate charge of his life!
The enemy troops surged in like a tide.

Old Mosso felled one after another until he could no longer lift his knife.

He knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky.

In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, with countless burning stars flashing within them. It was as if the sound of ten thousand horses galloping down from the sky, and the surrounding enemy troops were all terrified beyond words!
"My blood of blood!" Old Moso cried out.

He saw it; countless khao were inviting him to ride together in that starry land, and he laughed heartily.

"I fear no death! For I have lived to witness legend! Riding the world's finest steed, Káo of Káo! Old Moso, go first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed and never got up again.

His cas, those white-haired old soldiers all died for him!

The Dothraki swore revenge, and when the city fell, they massacred the inhabitants for ten days, leaving no one alive.

Subsequently, the Blood Alliance guards split into three groups.

Giogo and Quello conquered the Summer Islands and, using the Serpent Islands as a base, advanced into the heart of Sosloth.

Zheko and Lacaro marched north from Quills, across the Bone Mountains, along the Stone Road, attacked the trading town, and continued their advance across the plains of Juggsnae, stepping over the corpse of Poshon, the "Hammer of Juggsnae".

Lazar and Baqu led their fleet into the Jade Sea, bombarding the ancient city of Yaxia with cannons. They then headed north to Yidu, where Bu Ji, the seventeenth emperor of the Azure Dynasty, led all his ministers out of the city to surrender.

Ultimately, Lazar and Dzeko met at fifth base.

Below the city walls, battle flags waved and bugles thundered.

On that day, the entire known world seemed to hear the war cry of the Dothraki!

Even without Khal Drogo, the Dothraki conquest will never cease!

Because they believe that one day they will see him again at the ends of the earth!
Then, he will ride a burning warhorse, wielding a sharp scimitar, and spread Karasa to the ends of the earth!
Just like the legend says!

(End of this chapter)