Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 66 Banquet Fight

The banquet hall was instantly in chaos.

The nobles and merchants began to scream and flee. Some fell and were trampled by countless feet. The dancers turned pale and the musicians dropped their instruments and ran around like headless flies.

Damn, I didn’t expect it to be really poisonous!
The two of them actually thought of the same thing and chose to take action at the same time as the banquet!

Laharo pushed the trembling dancer in his arms aside, overturned the table, and the wine and food spilled all over the floor, with the cutlery clattering.

Then he drew his scimitar and pointed it at Illyrio:
"Fatty, I was right about you!"

Illyrio originally wanted to escape and let the Golden Company take the opportunity to slaughter him and his men, but he didn't expect that Rahalo saw through it in advance and took the initiative!

He turned pale and shouted:

"Kill him for me!"

At a command, the disguised Golden Company soldiers drew their weapons! And twenty of Rahalo's warriors drew their scimitars!

The banquet hall suddenly turned into a battlefield!

Garland had no idea about this beforehand, and at this moment, he stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do as he watched the bloody scene.

but.

If Rahalor had died here, Illyrio would have certainly sent him back to Westeros with great fanfare. One could even imagine what kind of honor he would have received when he returned to Highgarden!
but,

Garlan somehow drew his sword and stabbed it into the back of the Golden Corps soldier. The tip of the sword pierced through the chest, bringing up a cluster of blood.

He didn't know why he helped Rahalo. Maybe it was out of a sense of noble honor, maybe it was to repay Rahalo's respect, or maybe he just thought Illyrio was too despicable.

Rhahalo glanced at Garlan and strode toward Illyrio.

Illyrio, shaking with fear, cried frantically, "Stop him! Don't let him come!"

Laharo led his warriors to slash with swords, and the soldiers of the Golden Group fell one after another, with blood splattered on the spot.

The Golden Corps soldiers who were lying in ambush in other places heard the sound of fighting and gathered towards the hall from all directions!

As he was getting closer and closer to Illyrio, with the blade on the verge of being reached, a Golden Company soldier swooped over and pushed him out.

Rahalo swung his scimitar down, but the soldier was surprisingly skilled and dodged to the side, still having enough strength to raise his sword and stab Rahalo in the chest.

Instead of retreating, Laharo took a step forward and dodged the long sword sideways. The blade slanted upwards and cut off an arm at the shoulder.

The soldier screamed, his severed arm fell to the ground with the sword, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Just a few seconds later, when he turned his head to look again, Illyrio was already running towards the back door surrounded by soldiers.

Laharo exerted force on his feet, and in an instant he reached a distance of seven or eight meters, then raised his knife and slashed at Illyrio's back again.

Illyrio had been an assassin in his youth. Although he was fat now, his basic skills were still there. He felt the sound of the scimitar breaking through the air behind him, and his hair stood on end. He rolled on the ground and avoided the fatal blow.

The machete hit the table with a loud "bang".

"Quick, protect me!"

Illyrio screamed and, not caring about his messy appearance, he crawled towards the back door. Several soldiers took advantage of this split second and desperately stood in front of Rahalo, even trying to use their bodies to block Rahalo's blade.

Several soldiers outside had already rushed to the gate and were pushing the door together in an attempt to close it.

Just as Illyrio was about to climb out of the gate, the scimitar in Laharo's hand flew out, whistling, and flew towards him at lightning speed!
The next second, the scimitar slashed past Illyrio's cheek and stabbed into the ground, almost to the hilt. The blade trembled slightly, emitting a low, soul-shaking hum! Illyrio froze in place, his pupils suddenly constricted. A warm liquid flowed from the base of his thigh, a strong smell easily dissipating.

"Don't kill me! I have money, lots of money!"

Illyrio's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat and had broken.

"Why are you all so stupid when you're about to die? I can get your money just by catching you."

Rhahalo muttered to himself, but he kept moving. He leaned over, grabbed Illyrio's ankle, and pulled him back.

"You want to leave after offending this khal?"

Illyrio felt a powerful force hitting his ankle, and his body involuntarily fell back, his ten nails scratching on the marble floor with a teeth-grinding sound.

"Release the Governor!"

The soldiers of the Golden Group were horrified and all swung their swords at Rahalo!
At this time, the warriors had dealt with their opponents and rushed up from the back, blocking Laharo.

The scimitar flashed coldly, and the head of a soldier who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to attack Rahalo shot up into the sky, spinning in the air, bringing up a fountain of blood and outlining an arc-shaped trajectory in the air.

"Save me! Pay more! I'll give you more!"

In desperation, Illyrio clawed forward, but could only grab the boot of a corpse.

Rhaharo grabbed Illyrio's ankles, dragged him out of the soldiers' protective circle, and swung his body against the other side of the wall.

The fat body drew an arc in the air and hit the wall with a "bang", smashing the map of the Fall of the Valyrian Empire to pieces.

He was foaming at the mouth, his body twitching, unable to move, his hand still tightly clutching the corpse's boot.

Laharo pulled out the scimitar stuck in the ground and turned to face the enemy rushing towards him.

"Follow me! Kill!"

He raised his scimitar high and roared, "Take the governor's house, and Pentos will belong to the Dothraki!"

The warriors roared and engaged in close combat with the soldiers who rushed in through the back door, fighting each other.

Soon, there were no more enemies standing in the hall.

...

Rhallor's palace consists of nine tall towers and a large lawn outside. The warriors set up camp here when they returned from Westeros.

As the sky gradually darkened, the warriors in the camp seemed to have nothing to do, but in fact, the security outside the camp had been tightened, and the outside was loose and the inside was tight. The others were also quietly sorting their equipment, or wiping their scimitars with sheepskin, or maintaining their bowstrings with grease, making final preparations for the night's action.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes turned towards the Governor's Mansion, where three sharp eagle cries pierced the sky.

Everyone stopped what they were doing instantly, pricked up their ears and listened carefully. Then, three eagle cries rang out again, this time even clearer!

"It's a signal!" A warrior suddenly stood up, "Kao succeeded!"

Jhogo strode out of the tent and shouted, "All forces, attack! Take Pentos!"

Lazar mounted his warhorse, brandished his scimitar, and roared a resounding battle cry, "Follow me! Kill all those cowards!"

Led by Jhogo and Lazar, the warriors jumped on their horses, drew their scimitars, strung their bows and arrows, and their horses neighed. In a blink of an eye, the entire camp was deserted!
Groups of cavalry rushed towards the city, raising clouds of dust behind them. They divided into three groups, one group headed straight for the city gate to open the gate of Karasa, swept away the defenders along the way, and finally headed straight for the military camp. A small group of troops rushed straight to the Governor's Palace.

(End of this chapter)