Chapter 267: The Chaos of Pentos

Not far from here lies the Castle of Souls, once part of the Grafton region.

This castle, built atop the ruins of a city, is home to ten thousand Targaryen soldiers.

The current state of warfare here is relatively calm. Since the arrival of the Dothraki, they had been fiercely attacking the castle for the first couple of days, leaving many dead on both sides.

However, the Dothraki suddenly halted their siege, resorting to daily provocations instead.

Observations indicate that the Dothraki are constructing siege weapons such as catapults, giant crossbows, and ladders in their encampment.

The number of craftsmen among the Dothraki is not large, and they rarely construct such siege weapons. It's clear that the Dothraki have the support of other Free Cities.

Not only have they blockaded the Bay of Pentos, but they are also helping the Dothraki construct siege weapons.

These horse-riding warriors are not fools. They clearly learned from their previous failed siege attempts and are waiting for their siege weapons to be ready before launching another attack.

The Castle of Souls is an unfinished castle, and once the siege weapons are ready, it wouldn't be difficult to breach its gates.

So, for the past few days, the Dothraki have not attacked the castle but have instead provoked the defenders daily.

The Targaryen soldiers in the castle and camp have not responded to these provocations, acting like turtles hiding in their shells. This has emboldened the Dothraki.

They believe these 'lambs' are only able to resist the Dothraki warriors because they are hiding in their stone houses. If they dare to come out, they would surely be defeated and routed.

The Dothraki provocations became bolder, even approaching the camp's vicinity.

This seemed to enrage the Targaryen soldiers in the camp, and finally, a well-trained knight couldn't bear it any longer.

"Give me a bow and arrow!"

He took a soldier's bow and arrow, drew it, and with a twang, the arrow flew with deadly accuracy, killing the audacious Dothraki.

The other Dothraki who had come to provoke and insult quickly fled upon seeing this, only to continue their provocations from a slightly further distance.

They calculated that this was a position where the camp's arrows couldn't reach.

However, this time, it seemed that the Targaryen commander had truly been enraged by the Dothraki.

This time, the gates of the castle and camp suddenly opened, and a large number of Targaryen soldiers poured out.

The Dothraki scouts seemed unable to react in time and were shot down from their horses.

Only a few managed to escape back to their camp, arrows sticking out of their bodies.

...

"The lambs hiding in the stone houses have the courage to come out?"

In the center of the Dothraki camp was a large tent made of animal skins. Although it looked somewhat crude, it was where the Khal and the Moro sat.

The Khal's khalasar was stronger, so he sat in the main seat, while Moro's khalasar was slightly weaker, so he sat in a side position.

Now, both of them were listening to their tribesmen report the news from Pentos.

The appearance of the dragon greatly hindered the army's attack. The three khals jointly commanded fifty thousand Dothraki warriors and a large number of auxiliary troops. They suffered heavy casualties but did not shake the mighty city of Pentos at all.

In the end, it was the Braavosi who helped, contacting some insiders hiding in Pentos.

They seemed to be Pentoshi who had once been associated with the Red Night. They hated the current Beggar Prince and the Targaryen family that had destroyed everything they had, hoping that their Dothraki friends could help them restore their family's former glory.

Therefore, one night...

They quietly gathered a group of people and hired many mercenaries to suddenly cause chaos in the city of Pentos, seemingly trying to seize the city gate and let the Dothraki army outside rush into the city.

The situation at that time was extremely dangerous. The Dothraki had already received the signal, so they surged forward like a rising tide. The city gate of Pentos was opened in the chaos, and a fierce battle broke out at the city gate.

In the end, the dragon arrived. Balerion used dragon fire to burn the Dothraki's rear, blocking their continuous reinforcements outside the city gate.

The Dothraki who had rushed into Pentos became rootless duckweed. Although they were still fierce and resisted desperately, they were eventually eliminated one by one.

Although this inside-out siege plan ended in failure, it was still encouraging news. After all, they were just a little short of capturing the city of Pentos.

However, what puzzled Khal and Moro was their description of the black dragon. In the intelligence they heard, the black dragon was almost described as a deity on par with the great Horse God.

"Impossible!"

"How old is that black dragon now?"

They couldn't imagine anything growing to a size of more than ten meters in just a year and a half. They knew that their brave Dothraki were just learning to walk at a year and a half old.

"It must be that old useless Mors who lost the battle and doesn't want to admit it."

The two khals looked at each other and agreed that this was the truth. The Dothraki were not harmonious internally, and they only pretended to be friendly in the holy city.

Although conflicts are not allowed in the holy city, there are still many people who are killed by fists and stones in the corners of the city streets every year.

But just then...

The curtain of the animal skin tent was suddenly lifted, and one of the Khal's bloodriders strode in.

"Blood of my blood!"

He then told them what was happening outside.

The Targaryen army, which had been hiding in the castle and camp, seemed to have been provoked and suddenly chased out.

They killed all the provoking tribesmen, lined up outside, and seemed ready to fight the Dothraki with great momentum.

"The lambs hiding in the stone houses have the courage to come out?"

Time returned to the beginning.

The two khals who were listening to the Pentos intelligence looked at each other when they heard the news brought by the bloodrider, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Then came great joy.

"Hahaha—"

"These lambs dare to come out, they should not go back!"

"The warriors of the Dothraki will harvest their souls for the great Horse God."

The Khal was overjoyed and immediately prepared to send people to kill these iron men.

However, Moro, who was sitting on the side, frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong.

How could these lambs have the courage to abandon their stone houses and fight the brave Dothraki warriors?

Although he had some doubts, he couldn't find what was wrong.

He could only follow behind the Khal and walk out together.