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A breeze swept across the Velvet Hills, whose gentle terrain was perfectly suited for cavalry movements.
Viserys's armor was pitch black like an eternal night. He wore a cloak of black with a red dragon, fastened by a red agate dragon brooch.
At Viserys's waist, a sword belt held a longsword and a valyrian steel dagger with a dragonbone hilt; a spear was also mounted on his horse.
The warhorse Viserys rode was the black dothraki stallion he had taken from the Sealord of Braavos's menagerie.
Now, the black stallion galloped across the battlefield with its master instead of being confined in the menagerie, and the horse was frolicking in excitement.
dothraki horses are large and have strong sprinting power, making them a famous breed. They are different from the dornish horse, which is small but has excellent endurance.
Viserys donned his ferocious black-and-red winged dragon helmet, making him appear less like a mortal and more like a humanoid dragon.
Viserys's first march into rhoynar territory was not for plunder, but because he had been invited by the rhoynar to suppress bandits as a condition for their loyalty.
Some rhoynar outcasts had joined forces with remnant dothraki horse-bandits to pillage local villages.
The dothraki tribes take pride in slaughter; small tribes are often bloodily wiped out by larger ones, and some of the losers transform themselves into mercenaries or bandits.
"Cross the river!" Viserys cracked his whip and reined his horse, taking the lead in the charge, followed by the cavalry carrying the black-and-red dragon banners.
The knights were crossing a small river among the hills, yet they felt a sense of pride as if they were crossing the Rhoyne River itself.
For the Andals, this crossing marked their first time operating within the rhoynar sphere of influence.
Among the cavalry accompanying Viserys, besides the Andalos, there were also some who were entirely native rhoynar.
These rhoynar came from border villages between the Andalos and the rhoynar; almost all the village elders had been invited to attend the coronation in Andalos.
Most of the rhoynar soldiers in the army looked like Rhaenys—slender of build, with smooth olive skin, black hair, and dark eyes.
There were also some of mixed rhoynar and Andal blood, who seemed to resemble Andals more.
These rhoynar from the borderlands had long interacted with the Andalos, through both marriage and conflict.
After witnessing the great city of Viserysgrad and attending the King's coronation, many border rhoynar had directly defected to the camp of Andalos.
The many princes and princesses of the rhoynar had long ago been destroyed by the Valyrian dragonlords, with the exception of Nymeria, who fled to Dorne.
The village-dwelling rhoynar, like the Andals, were targets of bullying by various powers.
Furthermore, the rhoynar were closer to the dothraki and Volantis, and thus suffered the heaviest blows.
Compared to the brutal dothraki, the ancestral enemies in Volantis, and the greedy slave-owners of the Triarchy, the Andalos were actually not as detestable.
Following Andalos was at least better than following the dothraki.
"Your Majesty!" Gaelin, the rhoynar on horseback, came before Viserys. "Those bandits are in the village ahead. After destroying this rhoynar village, they occupied it and are forcing nearby Andal villages to provide supplies and women."
Gaelin had long, soft hair and was agile and quick, skilled with a spear.
He was the first rhoynar knight to join Viserys, and Viserys had chosen him as the cavalry commander of the newly formed Second Legion, the 'Old Rhoynar'.
However, the elite troops of the rhoynar were still their spear-throwers and river longship units. Once the rhoynar ancestral lands were properly managed, Viserys planned to utilize their specialties.
In the golden age of the ancient rhoynar, they were accustomed to going into battle clad in silver scale armor, wearing fish-shaped helmets, and carrying spears and turtle-shell shields.
"The enemy has appeared!" Viserys picked up his Myr telescope and saw cooking smoke rising from the ruined rhoynar village among the hills; their warhorses were still tethered in the woods.
That group of bandits had indeed used this as their base, but this would be their last meal.
"Gaelin, take the spear-throwers and seize the bandits' retreat routes. Do not let a single one escape," Viserys ordered.
"By your command, Your Majesty!" Gaelin promised solemnly. He had long wanted to kill these rhoynar dregs and dothraki remnants who betrayed their own, but had lacked the strength.
The dothraki cavalry still had a fearsome reputation, and they were not something an ordinary village could threaten.
Viserys squeezed his horse's flanks, and the black stallion surged forward according to his will, the warhorse becoming a black hurricane sweeping across the fields.
The black-armored cavalry surrounding the King moved with him, sharp as a razor.
"Kill! Leave none alive." Viserys led the charge, the sound of hooves thundering and black armor gleaming.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
The bandit sentries were the first to be taken down by archers; their makeshift watchtower was not particularly tall.
These bandits had long paraded their power with the dothraki remnants, never imagining that the rhoynar would come to slaughter them all today.
From the looks of it, it wasn't just rhoynar, but outside reinforcements.
Viserys's lance seemed to possess a spirit of its own as it swept through the enemies.
Viserys impaled a stunned rhoynar bandit, then with a sudden burst of strength, the rhoynar's corpse was flung to the ground.
There were no fancy techniques, just pure, simple brutality—a combination of power and speed. Viserys's attribute values were extremely high.
The 'thud' of the corpse hitting the ground signaled the onset of the slaughter.
"The Warrior!"
"The Warrior!"
"Long live King Viserys!" The Andal knights with the seven-pointed star painted on their faces cheered, their adrenaline surging for a feast of slaughter.
Viserys's personal dragoons had better armor and very rigorous training. Combined with powerful warriors like Viserys and Argos Blackwood cutting a swath through the enemy and the element of surprise,
the entire battlefield quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.
"May the Rhoyne protect her children!"
"Long live King Viserys!"
"Kill! Kill these bandits, these rhoynar scum, and these Dothraki horse-men bastards!"
The rhoynar spear-throwers responsible for the encirclement also found their positions nearby. Their bodies suddenly released power like tightened bowstrings, and spears were hurled out.
rhoynar spears were of two types: short spears used on horseback, while infantry throwing spears were longer, like javelins.
The power unleashed by the sharp spearheads at close range was terrifying, and the spears fell like rain.
Many bandits who had no time to prepare, let alone don armor or take up weapons, had their bodies directly pierced by the spears.
A crimson rain drifted, and human blood soaked into the soil.
"Die! You armored coward." A tall Screamer with almond eyes and bronze skin roared as he swung an Arakh at Viserys.
He could tell Viserys was the leader of this group, with his bright armor, fine horse, and surrounding guards.
Viserys had already discarded his blunted lance and switched to his longsword for the fight.
Viserys swung his longsword with extreme speed. The dothraki warrior was startled; this tall, slender dragon warrior seemed to possess extraordinary speed.
Viserys nimbly dodged the curved edge of the Arakh, his blade gliding like a venomous snake across the dothraki's chest and abdomen, slicing through flesh.
"Coward!" the dothraki cursed. Where Viserys's blade passed, the flesh split open, and intestines and organs spilled out like eels.
Viserys didn't waste words; he followed up with a sword stroke that slit the dothraki's throat. ["Fate Reverser" Vaerys Targaryen has completed the execution of multiple "evil-doers" in battle. Reward: Base attributes increased once. Strength increased →, Agility increased →]
Seeing his attributes increase, Viserys knew he had come to the right place.
"Kill them for me!" Viserys ordered. A bloody battlefield grinds away one's kindness.
Moreover, the Andal and rhoynar soldiers following Viserys had long since had enough of the dothraki's bullying, and they were exceptionally ruthless in their strikes.
For a moment, this camp became a stage of blood and fire.
"Plant my dragon banner firmly and slaughter these bandits," Viserys commanded.
The black-and-red dragon banner fluttered over the village ruins as the bandits' sounds of struggle grew weaker and weaker.
Until finally, a few rhoynar spies and dothraki horsemen who were hiding behind stone walls and putting up a last-ditch resistance were smoked out by fire and bound together.
The sound of women sobbing could be heard in the camp; they were rhoynar girls and young women who had been taken prisoner.
"Any last words?" Viserys asked.
"You are traitors to the rhoynar, to have joined Andalos," the rhoynar bandit spy cursed.
Gaelin gave a cold snort. "What is wrong with joining His Majesty Viserys? I have long been a subject of the Kingdom of Andalos and the Rhoynar. His Majesty even established the Second Legion to restore the Rhoyne. It is far better than you people, who joined those sheep-sleeping dothraki savages."
The rhoynar spy was left speechless.
The dothraki prisoners looked bewildered and stubbornly refused to submit.
Perhaps realizing that surrender was useless—they had killed enough rhoynar, and the dothraki, like the Ironborn, were complete social Darwinists, like beasts.
Viserys waved his hand, signaling Gaelin to move aside. These were all his experience points; these bandits were all certified evil-doers.
Argos and Gaelin pressed the bandits' heads onto dead tree roots. The rhoynar bandits began to curse the name of Viserys Targaryen with foul language.
"Spawn of the evil dragon!"
"You will surely be killed by Khal Drogo in the future. You are no match for the Khal!"
"Perhaps. Perhaps my sword will also taste Drogo's blood." Viserys's sharp sword rose and fell; a cold light flashed, followed by heads rolling onto the ground one after another.
Not only did the tree roots drink their fill of human blood, but even the earth began to gorge on it.
"Motherland, I come to your side, whether willing or not, for I have always loved you." Viserys surveyed the scene. The bandit gang had been entirely slaughtered, and he couldn't help but recite this short poem.
Viserys removed his dragon-winged helmet and leaned on his sword, the blade planted in the ground, the blood on it still unwiped.
His armor and cloak were covered in dust and the stench of the enemies' blood.
The sun shone on Viserys's short silver hair and handsome face, like a frozen statue of a hero, like a god of slaughter on earth.
The background was the burning nest of the rhoynar bandits, with heads on the ground and bandits killed by spears, swords, or arrows.
"Long live His Majesty Viserys!"
"Long live His Majesty Viserys!"
The Andals, the rhoynar, and even the rhoynar women who had been rescued all knelt on the ground, uncontrollably calling out the King's name.
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