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Chapter 427: Rampage of the Iron Hooves

Year 293 AC.

Mankind had triumphed over the White Walkers, achieving a fleeting victory.

However, the largest alliance in human history quickly disintegrated after their victory, plunging into civil war.

King Robert was struck by an arrow on the battlefield and fell into a coma from which he did not awaken. Tywin Lannister, the Warden of the West, who was temporarily leading the allied forces, dishonorably fired crossbow bolts at the reinforcements from Pentos, attempting to kill Viserys and his dragon.

But Tywin's scheme failed, instead provoking Viserys's wrath.

The Dothraki horsemen surrounded one side of Riverrun, vowing to slaughter these treacherous people. The dragon spewed flames, relentlessly assaulting the walls of Riverrun, causing heavy casualties among the allied soldiers.

Not until the dragonfire destroyed the walls and blasted open the oak gates did the Dothraki horsemen charge in with their piercing war cries, forcing the alliance to abandon Riverrun.

They destroyed the stone bridge over the river with wildfire to prevent the Dothraki from pursuing, and the army retreated towards the Twins.

The curtain fell on the third Battle of Riverrun.

In the following war, the Dothraki were unstoppable in the flat terrain of the Riverlands, chasing the allied forces relentlessly.

The coastal towns along the way, already deserted due to the White Walker attacks, and other towns like Greywater Watch surrendered without resistance, bending the knee to Viserys.

Fairmarket, originally a peaceful and prosperous town located along the Blue Fork, was targeted by the Dothraki army due to its wooden bridge that crossed the river, shattering its tranquility.

In the morning sunlight.

Clip-clop, clip-clop...

A Dothraki cavalry scout unit appeared on the opposite bank of the Blue Fork. Their numbers were not large, and their hoofbeats were chaotic.

These Dothraki halted their horses on the opposite bank, seemingly observing something, while loudly speaking in their incomprehensible language.

The people in the market had not yet received the news and did not understand what was about to happen. They only felt that these people looked strange, with their faces and bodies painted with bizarre colors.

Then, more and more Dothraki began to appear on the opposite bank of the Blue Fork, their eyes revealing a fierce light. The residents of Fairmarket realized that something was terribly wrong.

Due to the distance from Riverrun, the residents had not evacuated, and they knew very little about the news from the front line. The alliance took another route in their hasty retreat to the Twins, while the path of the Dothraki pursuit happened to pass through this town.

The townsfolk and mercenaries spontaneously organized a defense force to resist the Dothraki attack, but their efforts were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The Dothraki let out sharp cries.

Boom, boom, boom...

The hoofbeats thundered across the wooden bridge and into Fairmarket, their curved blades easily reaping the lives of the people.

"Hold them back!"

"Hold them back!"

A retired old mercenary was elected from the defense force to command the battle, but he was barely able to utter a few words before an arrow accurately hit his throat.

Thud...

The old mercenary clutched his throat, struggled a few times, and his body fell from the makeshift wall.

The Dothraki hooves trampled on the town's roads. Faced with these fierce horsemen, the hastily assembled guards of Fairmarket were as fragile as paper, easily pierced.

Merchants, farmers, mercenaries, and others who frequented the market were fleeing in all directions, heads rolling on the ground.

This symbolized that the prosperous town in the Riverlands had been officially breached by the Dothraki, turning into a living hell.

In the chaotic Fairmarket.

Bang...

The door of a tightly closed civilian house was suddenly kicked open, immediately followed by the shrieks of women and the crying of children.

The Dothraki warrior holding a curved blade heard the woman's shriek and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

He then strode towards the source of the sound, seeing a mother and son huddled trembling by the bed.

"Heh..."

"os!"

He spoke in the incomprehensible Dothraki language, while the red-haired woman in the room clutched a dagger tightly, pointing it at him nervously, protecting her son behind her, not intending to sit and wait for death.

"Stop!"

"What... what are you going to do?"

The woman clutched the dagger, gathering her courage to question loudly.

However, facing this Andal woman trying to resist, the Dothraki warrior's ferocious smile did not fade in the slightest. Instead, he opened his arms to reveal his strong chest under the animal skin armor.

He spoke in the incomprehensible Dothraki language, slowly approaching the woman, even discarding the blood-stained curved blade in his hand, unarmed.

He had just used this blade to take the lives of three Andal people.

"You... stop, stay there!"

The woman, seeing him gradually approaching, became even more nervous.

She didn't know if he understood her words, but the muscular Dothraki man with dark brown skin in front of her showed no intention of stopping.

The woman closed her eyes, gathered her courage, and stabbed the dagger towards the Dothraki man's chest, but he easily dodged it.

The plains warrior grabbed the woman's wrist, twisted the dagger out of her hand, roughly tore her clothes, and raped her on the bed in front of her child.

A staggering hedge knight who had escaped from somewhere saw this scene, roared, and pounced.

"Die!"

Taking advantage of the Dothraki man's defenseless state, he stabbed a sword through the warrior's chest from behind, killing him.

"Quick! Come with me!"

The hedge knight pulled the woman and child to escape, but unfortunately, this kind-hearted hedge knight was just leading the mother and child out of the room when a passing Dothraki on horseback slit his throat.

Thud...

Blood splattered on the ground.

And such scenes were being played out all over the town. The entire Fairmarket turned into a living hell.

The innkeeper at the crossroads was hanged from a tree, his son tried to resist but was easily killed by the Dothraki, his body gutted and thrown in the courtyard.

The inn's maids were unfortunate, carried away on shoulders as spoils of war in the eyes of the Dothraki.

The inn's cook was forced to prepare food to entertain these invaders who were slightly tired after the slaughter.

"Heh!"

"Heh!"

Several ropes were accurately thrown around the neck of the Father's statue, the Dothraki shouted slogans, and then collectively dragged down the statues of the Seven Gods in the sept, smashing them to pieces.

If it weren't for the fact that the Dothraki knew that transporting these statues across the 'poison water' to Vaes Dothrak was not convenient, they would definitely take the statues of the Seven Gods back to the holy city.

After the turmoil of Fairmarket's fall, a flame gradually lit up, then turned into a raging fire, the flames reaching the sky.

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