Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 31 Nymeria was despised
In the Red Keep, Varys stood at the desk, unfolding a piece of letter.

This was a letter from Governor Illyrio. Varys scanned the contents by candlelight, a look of shock appearing on his face.

Rhahalo actually planned to take Viserys III to plunder the Riverlands?
He sat down on the chair, his brows furrowed, feeling extremely depressed.

"Foolish! How could you agree to that? Rhallor's reckless actions will only ruin everything we've worked so hard to plan!"

Varys actually knew that Illyrio's trade route passed through the Dothraki Sea, and his testicles were in Rhallor's hands, so he had no choice.

Illyrio also mentioned in his letter how excited Viserys was when he learned he was going to Westeros.

Humph, Viserys is just a pawn, a fool who will stop at nothing to pursue revenge.

His existence is just a distraction. The real future lies in little Griffin, Aegon VI who grew up under the protection of the Golden Company.

He is the one who can restore the glory of the Targaryen family!

So many years have passed, and Aegon VI is about to grow up. He will never allow anyone to interfere!
Varys took out the parchment and began to write.

"My old friend Illyrio:
The news from R'halo worries me deeply. Plundering the Reach is extremely dangerous to our plans.

I want to remind you again that Viserys' role is not to fight for the Iron Throne, but to attract the attention of his enemies.

You must act swiftly to stop R'haro and perhaps even set a trap for him. If he manages to return to Pentos, ensure he never again becomes a threat!

No matter what, please keep Viserys safe, he must continue to play his role and cannot become a victim of Rhallor.

Illyrio, our plans are moving forward smoothly, and any mishap could undo them all. I trust in your judgment.

Your old friend, Varys."

Varys sealed the envelope with wax, stamped it with his octopus spider mark, called a small bird to deliver the letter, blew out the candle, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

...

The next day, at dawn, the Sulphur River in southern Dorne.

Laharo's three thousand light cavalry rolled northward like a brown torrent, bypassing the Prison Gate Fort and raising a cloud of yellow sand.

They each rode two horses, taking turns riding them to maintain horsepower during long-distance raids.

Everyone in the team wore linen clothes, their faces covered by hoods, and the shining tips of the Atak scimitars on their waists were exposed. This was the unique symbol of Rahalokarasa, and they were a powerful force on the Sea of ​​Grass.

Among them, sixty cavalrymen were particularly eye-catching.

This heavy cavalry was led by Jiku and wore cavalry breastplates designed by Laharo. Thirty blacksmiths worked day and night to make these sixty sets of breastplates and helmets before the action.

On the inside of the breastplate, he wore chain mail ordered from Pentos. He was armed to the teeth and was definitely a force that could turn the tide of battle.

Ten days later, the high walls of Nightsong City were already faintly visible.

The team hid in a hidden valley, surrounded by dense jungle, with only a small path leading to the outside world.

Laharo sat on a large rock, watching his warriors sharpen their swords and count their bows and arrows, talking to each other in low voices, with excitement glittering in their eyes.

Qiao Ge took out the fermented mare's milk and took a sip, then handed the rest to Lazar beside him.

Nymeria tapped her fingers on Rhaelor's breastplate. "Lord Kaaul, if I wear this armor without anything on, could you please let your gaze linger on me for a moment?"

"If you put on armor, your horse would throw you into the stream and break three ribs."

Horses are actually more sensitive than any other animals, and the slightest change on their backs will alert them.

Nymeria was not convinced. She had tried countless methods but still failed to impress him. "Yes, how did you know? I just like to do it in the water. What about you and Daenerys? Does she know much?" "She knows when to shut up." Rhallor sneered and ignored her. He jumped off the stone and walked towards the warriors.

Nymeria stood there in a daze, staring at his back fiercely and cursing:

"Does Daenerys know some secret arts that no woman in Dorne can master? Or does Rhallor have a special liking for her innocent little face?"

Rhahalo stood before the warriors, a small stick in his hand. They looked at each other, wondering what the khal was going to do.

"Come on, take one each." Rahalo passed the sticks around until everyone had one.

"Kao, what is this used for?" the warriors asked.

Rahalo held the stick in his mouth for a moment, then removed it. "Hold it while we're at it," he said. "Listen, if we succeed and the stick doesn't fall out of your mouth, you'll have first dibs on the spoils. And I'll find the best bed slave in all of Sunspear to keep you company."

The warriors immediately exploded, "Kao, what if it falls?"

A wicked smile appeared on Laharo's lips. "Whoever falls, I'll find a lamb for him."

This caused a burst of laughter, and the laughter stopped after everyone held the stick in their mouths.

With the wooden stick across his mouth, he couldn't speak at all. He could only communicate with his eyes and gestures, and even whispering was difficult.

The warriors suddenly understood, it was indeed reasonable for Kao to be called that!
Although the Dothraki are barbaric, they disdain to lie. Keeping promises is something ingrained in their bones, let alone an agreement with the Khair.

If it falls off, I'll just give it to a lamb. At worst, I'll stew it afterward.

Rahalo walked back to the front of the group. "Tonight, we must sneak into Nightsong City quietly and kill only the defenders. No civilians. They have no gold. The gold is in the homes of those wearing beautiful clothes. Do you understand?"

The warriors nodded one after another, and a humming sound was heard, like the growl of a wild beast.

Good, morale is high!
Rhahalo happened to walk back and glanced at Nymeria. "What were you mumbling about just now? Were you saying bad things about me behind my back?"

Nymeria immediately put on a teasing expression. "I'm just saying, you don't look like a man who's indifferent to women."

Laharo raised an eyebrow. "Yes, how do you know? Why don't you look for the reason in yourself?"

Nymeria silently tried not to get angry, forcing a smile. "I'd like to know what's so special about Daenerys. Would you be willing to teach me? I'm a quick learner!"

"If you have time to think about this, why not think about how to not hold me back?"

"The Khaleesi's handmaiden says that any horse ridden by the Blood of My Blood is like a journey through the Land of Night. You frail Dornish women cannot understand."

Jhogo despised this woman who had a fever anytime and anywhere, and couldn't help but complain in Dothraki, then continued to check the equipment.

Lazar raised his eyebrows and immediately joined the conversation, grabbing Qiao Ge and asking where the women were the strongest.

Nymeria looked suspicious when she saw Rhaharo communicating with Lazar and Jhogo in Dothraki.

The woman's intuition told her that she was being despised!

Outrageous!

She was angry!

The daughter of Prince Oberyn, her beauty is praised even by the gods. The men who want to propose to her can line up from Sunspear to Water Gardens, and the men who want to sleep with her can circle Sunspear three times. Although she has never been interested in men, the only man who is interested in her despises her!
And he's a barbarian!

Double crit!

Arianne, you mad woman!

She is only good at sweet talk and deceiving people. Next time I see her, I will tear her mouth apart!
(End of this chapter)