Chapter 124 Ominous Premonition

The soldiers of Andalus believed that even the most powerful warriors could not win more with less, and they were not lambs to be slaughtered.

However, they still overestimated the gap between themselves and the world's greatest horse-riding warriors. The distance between them is actually not much different from that of a man and a sheep.

call.

Drogo's eyes were calm and calm, and the heavy machete in his hand, wrapped in a strong wind sound, directly smashed the cartilage on the throat of an Andalus soldier, and chopped off his head.

The head rolled down, and blood spurted out instantly.

At the same time, in the chaotic battle situation, Drogo fought one against five.

Clang——

The sound of metal rubbing.

An Andalusian soldier's longsword tried to stab Drogo to death, but was dodged while his companion was slashed to death.

The long sword slashed against Khal Drogo's bronze girdle, bursting with clear sparks.

"Um"

The mighty Dothraki warrior breathed heavily like thunder, his dark eyes completely immersed in the battle, and he was surrounded by the remaining five Andalus soldiers.

Sword and sword shadow.

Then, the long braid flicked, and his head once again dodged the sword that was swept by the soldiers next to him.

laugh--

However, his long braids were not completely hidden, and he was accidentally cut off by a sword from this Andalus soldier, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Kaor!"

The silent Hargo saw this scene and squeezed the machete in his hand.

It is difficult for any warrior to have more than one enemy, because he only has a pair of eyes, and the enemy is not an unarmed peasant, they are also battle-hardened warriors.

Kaa's move seemed a little overconfident and risky to him.

"Drogo!"

And Cohoro, who had saved Drogo's life as a child, also wanted to draw a knife to help out.

"Um…"

"Ohos"

However, the two blood clan guards who wanted to draw their swords to help out were still held up by Drogo and stopped them in Dothraki.

The terrifying Dothraki warrior took a few steps back, out of the siege of Andalus' soldiers.

Then his eyes fell on the section of his hair that had been cut off and fell to the ground, and his dark and deep eyes narrowed slightly.

The Dothraki are actually extremely superstitious. Broken hair means defeat in battle. He thinks this may be a bad omen.

huh~

Drogo's breathing was heavy.

However.

"kill him!"

The sword almost cut off the opponent's head just now, but unfortunately only cut off the opponent's braid.

Then seeing the strong Dothraki warrior retreat, the morale of the remaining five Andalus soldiers was visibly boosted.

They thought that the other party was afraid, and then they wanted to pursue and kill the three Dothraki in front of them.

The Andalus soldier rushed over again, trying to kill Drogo, and Drogo finally recovered, withdrew his gaze at the braids on the ground, and raised his head to look at several Andalus soldiers, In the dark and deep eyes, anger and determination gradually burned.

Like a furious lion, it let out a low roar.

"Roar--"

Then the terrifying Dothraki warrior waved the blood-stained machete, and the heavy machete turned around again with the sound of the wind, dodging the attack of a soldier.

puff--

Then he slashed at the waist of another soldier, and threw the soldier's body in the air, cutting it into two pieces.

clang clang-

Then the strong figure turned flexibly, and the machete in his hand cut off a spear, killing the opponent like chopping melons and vegetables.

bang——

Immediately afterwards, the strong arm clamped a long sword, and the muscles of the biceps and forearm clamped the long sword, so that the opponent could not stab in or pull it out.

Then he turned his head and chopped off the head of another soldier.

And the soldier who was holding the sword in his arm was full of horror, watching his companion be hacked to death, and his own sword could not be drawn, and his inner defense line had already collapsed.

It turned out that the other party was not afraid just now, but that he did not want to kill himself.

Then the soldier was about to let go of the hilt and turned his head to flee, but it was too late. Drogo threw away the Arak machete in his hand, and the machete fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

Then he squeezed the soldier's wrist, making him unable to escape even if he wanted to. His eyes were burning with anger, and he locked the soldier at close range.

The bloodshot terrifying eyes looked at the other party's heart and gallbladder, his legs trembled uncontrollably, his mind was blank, he only knew that he wanted to ask for mercy with his mouth open, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Because he didn't know how to say forgiveness in Dothraki.

However, Drogo did not give him a chance to beg for mercy. He forcibly suppressed the fear of the ominous omens in his heart and strengthened his determination to avenge Koso.

Then he directly crushed the Andalus soldier's wrist under the terrified gaze of the other party, and slit his throat with his own sword.

puff--

Blood sprayed on Drogo's strong chest, then he let go of his hands, and the body fell weakly to the ground.

In an instant.

Five of the six Andalus soldiers were killed by Drogo alone.

"what…"

"what…"

And the last soldier holding a shield saw this terrifying scene and felt that his heartbeat had stopped.

Trembling with his shield in hand, he turned his head and wanted to run away.

However, he was kicked to the ground by Drogo, then picked up his own Arach machete, and chopped off the opponent's head with one knife.

The act of killing six Andalus soldiers instantly boosted the morale of the Dothraki.

"Hohohoho-"

Suddenly, deafening cheers erupted from the Dothraki.

And all Andalus soldiers also noticed this, and looked at Drogo Khal with a little more fear, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and even took a few steps back involuntarily when they were swept by the other party's gaze.

"Use arrows!"

"Quickly shoot him with an arrow!"

Then there was shouting, hoping that the archer would shoot the terrifying Dothraki warrior with an arrow, and the Dothraki would never be allowed to lead the Dothraki to the front.

This is the role of Kaa as the most valiant warrior in the entire Ka LS. Although personal force does not play a big role in war, it can be inspiring.

The Dothraki admire the strong, and they willingly submit to the mighty Khal, and drive the other to fight, loot, and even die.

After Drogo finished all this, he was quickly protected by the Dothraki who swarmed up behind him, looking at the Andalus front line in the distance, his eyes were cold and unsmiling.

Of course he wouldn't charge himself, so even if he had nine lives it wouldn't be enough.

But at this time.

Drogo, who had withdrawn, sniffed slightly, and suddenly he smelled an unfamiliar smell.

Drogo was very familiar with the smell on the battlefield, but this smell was different from the stench of blood, but rather pungent.

"what is this?"

Then Drogo lowered his head and looked down at his feet.