blogombal Chapter 117 Driving People to Build Earth
Chapter 117 Driving People to Build Earth
Chapter 117 Driving People to Build Earth
"Give him a big one!"
Undeterred by the hail of arrows, one player threw a thunderbolt, instantly killing more than a dozen people, including their horses. However, the next second, this player was riddled with arrows by the Dothraki.
In the chaos, frightened livestock began to run wildly around the camp.
Bono was a bandit under Drogo. He first gathered hundreds of warriors to try to wipe out the enemy who raided the camp, but before he could even lead his warriors to see the enemy's shadow.
Herds of cattle, sheep, and warhorses suddenly charged out from the side, trampling him and his men into a bloody pulp.
Another warrior, Kojako, led a hundred or so warriors against a group of only seven players. He should have had the victory in his grasp, but he insisted on showing off his martial prowess by trying to outmaneuver and kill all seven of them by himself.
Not wanting to be instantly killed by the player's fire lance, his hundreds of subordinates were also blown to pieces by the following thunderbolts, suffering heavy casualties.
Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction: the chaotic livestock, the frightened slaves, and the Dothraki warriors like headless flies.
The camp of tens of thousands of people was in complete chaos. This was no longer an enemy attack, but a Dothraki uprising.
At the critical moment, Khal Drogo led his Blood Guards and trusted warriors in a mighty torrent, charging forward at breakneck speed, cutting down anyone in their path: "Everyone, return to camp!"
"Khal Drogo is here!"
The remaining warriors, still possessing composure, began to spontaneously gather around Drogo. Those who were filled with anxiety and whose minds were in a daze were forced to obediently retreat to their tents by scimitars and arrows.
Due to Drogo's charisma and prestige, thousands of warriors quickly gathered around him, rushing to wherever there was turmoil.
When the livestock went berserk, Drogo ordered them to be easily driven out of the camp, just like during a typical grassland hunt.
Seeing that the unrest was about to be quelled, the players were not about to give up. Wherever Drogo's cavalry quelled the unrest, they would follow behind and set it ablaze again.
Once the wildfire started, it spread like wildfire, almost reaching the entire camp.
Drogo divided his forces to suppress the enemy, but the cavalry were afraid of the deafening roar of the thunderclap, and the situation became chaotic once again.
This continued until dawn, when the black smoke above the Dothraki camp almost blotted out the sun.
The hundred players, who had run out of ammo and supplies, were finally wiped out by Khal Drogo and sent back to the fountain to respawn.
Drogo sat on a stool, his expression unreadable, an Arak scimitar across his knees, stained with blood.
It has the blood of the enemy and the blood of our own people on it.
Overnight, the livestock scattered, and only a few have been hastily gathered back. The slaves took advantage of the chaos to riot, wreaking havoc for a night before scattering like birds and beasts. So far, only a few thousand have been captured.
Women and children were killed or wounded in large numbers. At this moment, of the more than 40,000 warriors that Drago once had, less than 30,000 remained by his side.
A violent emotion filled the chest of every Dothraki.
"Kao, give me five thousand warriors, let me charge one more time! I must break through Pentos, kill every single man and woman inside!"
Among the Blood Oath Guards, the eldest, short and stout, with a bald head, Kohoro, baring his broken teeth, asked Drogo for battle with a face full of resentment.
Kohoro once rescued a young Drogo from the hands of mercenaries, so his status in the Blood Oath Guard is unmatched by anyone else, and only he can speak to Drogo at this moment.
"No! Everyone attack together! Let the captured slaves continue building the earthen ramparts; today, we must break through Pentos!"
Drogo rose from his stool, gripping his blood-stained Arachnid scimitar, and surveyed the crowd: "Break through Pentos! Burn down all the stone houses! Kill all the Iron Men! The rest will become our slaves!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
The Blood Alliance Guards and the other bandits raised their scimitars above their heads, roaring with bloodshot eyes.
"Waaah~"
Khal Drogo had no way out. He was always arrogant and would not allow himself to fail, and after last night's events, Drogo's prestige had been challenged.
The soldiers don't care about your many reasons; they will only think that it was a crushing defeat under Drogo's leadership.
Moreover, the camp is currently short of supplies. If they cannot break through Pentos in a short time, Drogo will have no choice but to retreat, at which point his prestige will be further challenged.
Therefore, he could not back down in any way; he either had to fight his way into Pentos or die under the walls of Pentos with his khalasar.
"Waaah~"
More than 30,000 Slarks were pressed outside the city, while thousands of slaves in front of the battle carried bags of sand with numb expressions.
"attack!"
Kohoro lashed the back of a slave in front of him with his whip, and at his command, the Dothraki began to drive the slave forward to pile up earth.
Thousands of slaves carried sand forward, while a thousand skilled Dothraki warriors on each flank attempted to raid the city and harass the archers on the city walls.
"Release the arrows!"
Seeing the slaves filling the earth enter the range of the arrows, Bevos immediately ordered a volley of arrows. The responsibility of defending the city was paramount, and he could not afford to show any mercy.
A volley of arrows and crossbows rained down from the city walls, and catapults and ballistae were all fired. Under Bevos's orders, the defenders went all out from the start, and thousands of slaves suffered heavy losses.
"Die beneath the city walls!"
At Kojoro's command, slaves who turned to escape were shot dead on the spot, forcing them to turn back and die.
"Burn it with wildfire!"
"Beves shouted."
Now he uses wildfire as a powerful weapon to defend the city, as if he can't defend the city without it.
"My lord, the wildfire stored in Pentos was taken to Braavos by the grenadier regiment. Last night's attack, along with the defense of the city, exhausted all the wildfire within!"
Upon hearing this, the brown man beside him did not move, but instead said that the wildfire had been extinguished.
"Damn it! Gods!" Upon hearing this, Bevos had no choice but to order a tight defense and to prepare infantry behind the city gates in case of emergency.
As the sun rose higher, the slaves driven to fill the earth were almost all killed or wounded. Although the defenders had used up a lot of arrows, only half of the earth had been piled up, and Drogo's 30,000 cavalry still could not break through the city.
Kojoro personally led two thousand skilled archers to raid the city and engage in a fierce battle, ultimately capturing countless enemies, but he himself hastily abandoned one hundred and fifty corpses and retreated in disarray back to his own camp.
Seeing that he could not take the city today, Drogo immediately ordered the capture of civilians in the surrounding area, and to drive away the embankment the next day.
Kojoro angrily volunteered to personally lead two thousand men to stay and camp outside the city, in order to prevent those inside from leaving the city to destroy the day's gains.
"As the naval commander, not only did he command his sailors to hunt down cavalry, but he also acted like a gladiator in an arena! Most shamefully, he was killed by centaurs! He is a disgrace to the Pentos!"
Inside Visser's tent, the king angrily threw down the letter in his hand.
Groley, who was accompanying the army inside the tent, was doing his best to keep a straight face, afraid that he might burst out laughing out loud.
idiot!