Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 57 Hemp Rope Swaying in the Wind
The sea serpent bit the side of the ship and its body lay across the two ships, forming a bridge.

The warriors raised their scimitars, climbed up the snake's body, and jumped into the enemy ship.

Rhahalo was the first to jump onto the Silencer. The Valyrian greatsword gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and no one could stop it wherever it went.

He swung his sword and chopped off the head of an Iron Man, when he suddenly heard Garlan's voice behind him.

"Khal Rahalo, give me a sword! I can fight too!"

Laharo looked back and saw Garlan also climbed onto the snake's back, his hands empty and the hemp rope around his neck fluttering in the wind.

Lazar frowned and said, "Blood of my blood, this Andari is a slave, unworthy of a warrior's weapon!"

Rahalo glanced at Lazar and nodded.

Then he drew the scimitar from his waist, put the tip of the knife against Garland's neck, and raised the corner of his mouth.

With a flash of the knife, the hemp rope around Garland's neck broke into two and floated into the sea.

Although the morale of the Silent had plummeted and many people had fled, there was still the madman Euron, who had gathered many desperate people around him.

In comparison, the Rahalo ship has fewer people and every bit of strength must be utilized, not to mention that they are some of the best warriors in the River Reach.

Rahalo threw the scimitar at Garlan's feet.

"I don't have a long sword, only a scimitar. You are my most valuable slave, so don't die."

Garlan was speechless. He picked up his scimitar and rushed towards the nearest Ironborn, chanting the Prayer to the Seven.

"Warrior, please grant me strength and courage, guide my blade, and make me fearless."

Garland moved quickly on the deck, the sword flashing frequently, bringing with it the sound of sharp blades breaking through the air.

As expected of the brave Garlan, his swordsmanship is as powerful as that of the Dothraki.

An Ironborn rushed at him with an axe in hand. Garlan paused, dodged the axe, and then slashed his scimitar diagonally, hitting the man's jaw from bottom to top. The remaining force split the man's face in two.

Blood splattered, staining Garland's collar red.

He immediately turned around, and at the critical moment, he raised his knife and stabbed another Iron Man in the chest. His movements were smooth and efficient.

At this moment, Lazar knocked down an Iron Man with one sword, but someone attacked from the shadows, and the axe with a cold light went straight to Lazar's back!

Lazar had been vomiting all the way out to sea and was not even half as good as he had been before. By the time he felt the wind behind him, it was too late to hide.

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly jumped behind Lazar and blocked the attacker. It was Garland!

He swung the axe horizontally, and there was a "clang" sound, sparks flew, and the axe was stopped in mid-air. The iron man's mouth broke and the axe flew out of his hand.

Garland took advantage of the attacker's loss of balance, leaving the goal wide open, and pierced his chest with the blade.

Lazar turned around and saw Garland standing in front of him. He immediately understood what had happened. There was surprise and gratitude in his eyes. His old face flushed. He nodded to Garland and then rushed to the next enemy.

"The brave Garland is indeed worthy of his reputation!"

Laharo was fighting one against two and still held his own. He still had enough energy to observe the overall situation and take in the situation on the deck.

Under the leadership of Rahalo, the warriors fought against the enemy with fewer troops and were fearless of death. Their scimitars created a bloody storm among the Ironborn.

They proved with their actions that, even at sea, they were still the strongest warriors under Rahalo! The last of the Ironborn desperadoes began to panic. Those who had been shouting just now were now filled with fear.

They are desperadoes, and compared to others they are indeed cruel and brutal, but they are still afraid of the Dothraki who fight to the death.

They began to regret attacking the Dothraki fleet and began to regret provoking these grassland killer gods!
"These barbarians can't hold on any longer!" Euron roared madly, trying to boost the morale of his men.

If he cannot stop the defeat, his name "Crow's Eye" Euron will become a complete laughing stock, which will make him more painful than killing him!
But his words had no effect at all. More Iron Men chose to give up resistance and abandon their ships to escape.

The sea was filled with ironborn, desperately calling out the Drowned God's name and begging for his protection.

But the Drowned God will not protect these blasphemers. In the vast ocean, even if they jump into the sea, they will not survive for more than a moment.

The smell of blood will attract sharks or other sea beasts, and what awaits them will still be death, and their bodies will be mutilated.

Only now did Rhaelor see Euron's face clearly. He was pale-skinned and handsome, with black hair and a black beard. His right eye was a bright blue, and his left was covered by an eye patch.

Because he drank the Night Shadow Water all year round, his lips were blue, so blue that they were almost black, making him look extremely evil in the night.

Rhahalo stared at Euron, his leather boots stepping across the blood-stained deck, his eyes full of murderous intent. He wanted to avenge his dead brothers with his own hands!
"Dothraki,"

Euron slowly drew out a double-edged axe from his back, looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "The end of the world is coming, and the world will be rebuilt in the shattered state.

I will be born as your god from graveyards and corpse pits!
Dragons, sea monsters, and sphinxes will all obey my orders, and you beasts on land will eventually bow down to me!"

"Idiot..."

Rhahalo was speechless for a moment, then strode forward and slashed Euron's shoulder with his Valyrian steel sword from top to bottom.

Euron swung his axe to meet the attack, and the two forces collided, metal clashing, sparks flying, and both men's arms felt numb at the same time.

The Dothraki warriors stepped aside to make room for the duel, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two men.

Euron's axe flew back and forth, chopping, slashing, and sweeping with great speed and force.

His fighting skills are derived from decades of battles. His moves are fierce and every attack is filled with murderous intent.

Although Laharo was armed with a greatsword, he was faster and more accurate.

There were no unnecessary movements in his swordsmanship. After seeing through Euron's routine, he switched from defense to offense. Every move he made blocked Euron's attack route, forcing him to retreat in embarrassment.

In just ten moves, Euron's movements began to become slow, his breathing became heavy, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

Rahalo made a feint, tricking Euron into defending hastily. The sword suddenly changed direction, and with a flash of sword light, it cut Euron's calf.

Euron was shocked and retreated quickly, stepping on blood and slipping. The Valyrian steel sword that was chasing him cut through his knee with lightning speed, severing his tendons and bones, and passed out from the other side.

He let out a miserable scream, blood gushed out, his upper body fell to the deck, but his legs remained in place, tilted to one side.

Rhahalo pointed the tip of his sword at Euron's throat, looking down at him.
"A dragon? A sea monster? A sphinx?"

Euron's face was pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were bloodshot. His former arrogance had vanished into thin air.

He knew he had lost, his men were defeated, his flagship was captured, and the outcome was decided.

But he just wouldn't give in!
He was actually defeated by the centaurs!
A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes. He endured the great pain of his broken leg, rolled backwards suddenly, grabbed the side of the boat with both hands, and leaped towards the sea with his last strength, ready to jump into the sea for a chance to make a comeback!

(End of this chapter)