Chapter 126 Witchcraft
Now that the Dothraki have invaded Gor Doho, the Andalos army is retreating, and it is about to collapse.
However, at this time, the form suddenly reversed.
The dark rain of arrows fell from the sky.
Puff puff--
The arrow soaked in kerosene fell into the crowd of Dothraki, causing a bloody storm in an instant.
The flaming arrow penetrated into the flesh and blood, and the Dothraki warrior let out a shrill scream and fell under the horse.
And some arrows that didn't hit the enemy fell to the ground, and the burning arrows touched the kerosene sprinkled on the ground plus hay and firewood and other combustion aids.
huh~
A huge fire burst into flames in an instant, as if casting magic.
In an instant, the fire soared into the sky.
The Dothraki were completely unprepared. They had just heard Kaa's order to retreat, and there was still some anger and confusion in their hearts.
But with the precedent of challenging Kaa to be killed yesterday, no one dared to question Drogo's orders today, just about to retreat, but it was too late.
The fire touched the kerosene, and the fire was caught off guard. The Dothraki warrior riding on the horse immediately felt a little hot under his feet, and then lowered his head and was surrounded by a sea of red fire.
The billowing black smoke rushed straight to his eyes, causing him to lose his vision instantly, his eyes stinging and screaming in pain, and then the frightened warhorse also roared.
The Dothraki warrior fell off his horse and fell into the sea of fire.
呲…
In an instant, it was like a barbecue touching an iron plate, and there was a sharp sound of oil touching the flame, and there was a shrill scream that stunned the soul, making people shudder.
"what--"
…
Thick black smoke shot straight into the sky.
The raging fire ruthlessly devoured the lives of the Dothraki people in the middle section, and the entire Dothraki army was divided into three sections.
The second half had not yet rushed into the city, and the first half was fighting with Andalus' front, and the middle was burned by the fire.
"witchcraft--"
"It's definitely witchcraft!"
The Dothraki in the second half were instantly terrified when they saw the tragic situation of the tribes ahead. These Dothraki people were extremely superstitious because of their low level of education, and the living conditions of the tribe were also limited.
Even all the water that war horses can't drink is called 'poisoned water'. For those who are not killed by themselves, they will never touch the corpse. The number 'thirteen' is extremely ominous to them, and all the simple things to them. The problem that the brain cannot explain is all called 'witchcraft'.
The Dothraki tribe, who seemed to be ferocious and devoured, would be as docile as a little sheep when faced with witchcraft. In the second half of the Dothraki, many even got off their horses, kowtowed on the ground, and begged the witch to stop. .
"Damn sorcery—"
And even those who did not kowtow, the soldiers were full of fear, waving the machete in their hands, and constantly uttering harsh curses in their mouths.
But no matter how much he scolded, he didn't dare to get close to the fire in front of him.
Step on.
At the same time, they are also working hard to restrain the horses under their crotch, the horses hoofs are restless, and the Dothraki warriors hug the necks of their partners tightly, hoping to calm the restless emotions of the horses, so that they will not be frightened and turn their heads and run away. .
The Dothraki people in the latter section were affected by the direction of the wind, and the smoke blew the flames. At the same time, they were also afraid of witchcraft and did not dare to take a step forward.
The Dothraki in the middle section were trapped in the sea of fire, struggling desperately, each trying to find a way to escape.
Step on.
Many of them wore flames and rushed out of the sea of fire. As soon as they got out of it, they fell to the ground from horseback, and rolled on the ground trying to put out the fire.
"help me!"
"help me!"
wow...
However, the Dothraki people in the back were indeed scattered in an instant, and no one dared to approach the person who was ignited by witchcraft.
As for the Dothraki who were fighting with the Andalos army in the previous paragraph, they were the most unlucky.
They were cut off from the back road, the back was a raging fire, and the front was just a cute little sheep, but at this time, they had turned their offensive and turned into a fierce wolf, grinning and trying to drive them away. Go into the sea of fire.
"witchcraft!"
"Despicable enemies use witchcraft!"
The Dothraki, who had no way out, were terrified and waved the machete in their hands.
They would rather die in the hands of the enemy than in witchcraft. Cremation is different from dying in witchcraft. They are afraid that their souls after being killed by witchcraft will not be able to reach the kingdom of heaven smoothly.
The Dothraki, who were once not afraid of death on the battlefield, were defeated by the name of "witchcraft".
The army of Andalos squeezed forward, and many Dothraki were pushed into the sea of fire and screamed.
"stop!"
The Dothraki people in the back didn't want to be pushed into the sea of fire, but the people in the front were squeezed by the Andalos army and forced to retreat.
In such a situation, someone finally took the lead.
"kill!"
"Kill the past!"
The Dothraki who was about to be pushed into the sea of fire at the back finally drew their swords, slashed the clansmen in front of them, and then squeezed forward.
At the same time, many people who were about to be pushed into the sea of fire were also following their example, drawing their knives and slashing the clansmen in front of them. The Dothraki people who were resisting the Andalos soldiers did not expect to encounter the betrayal of the clansmen in the rear.
In an instant, the army separated by the flames collapsed. Many of the Dothraki who once belonged to other card LS and were conquered by Drogo threw the machete with experience, and then knelt down with their heads in their hands. On the ground, he simply surrendered.
The worst result is nothing more than being hacked to death, which is better than being burned to death, and the better one may be sold into slaves. There are actually many Dothraki in the slave market.
These slaves are fierce and powerful, and the price is not very expensive. Many arenas and caravans are willing to buy Dothraki as warriors.
After someone took the lead, the rest became a lot smoother, and at the same time lost contact with Kaa, so a large number of Dothraki threw down the machetes in their hands and surrendered on their knees.
"Gather the war horses!"
"Tie these people up!"
Then the Andalus soldiers swarmed up and pushed the remaining Dothraki who were stubbornly resisting into the sea of fire or besieged to kill.
The Dothraki who surrendered were bound by the five flowers, and their war horses were also gathered.
And in the distant sea of sunsets.
"Look!"
"what is that!"
The ironborn who had been revolted not long ago raised their heads and looked up at the sky.
A blood-red comet with a long tail lit up most of the sky, even brighter than the moon.
"This is…"
There was an old Ironborn looking up at the sky, his face pale and his chapped lips trembling.