Chapter 271: A Complete Victory

A fierce battle was raging on the battlefield of Ing's Soul Fortress.

Bessie lured the Dothraki into a trap, risking the lives of her soldiers. However, just as all the Dothraki were deeply embroiled in the battlefield, Oberyn's reinforcements arrived in time.

Rhaenys, the eldest princess of House Targaryen, rode her dragon into battle. The young girl made a significant contribution in her first battle, as Rhaegal's dragonfire engulfed two Khals below.

Khal Jhogo and Khal Moro never expected that they, hiding at the back of their troops, would be the first to fall. An enemy descended from the sky and burned them alive.

His prepared giant crossbows didn't even have a chance to show their power before they became ineffective.

Boom—

The surging dragonfire sprayed onto the earth. Khal Jhogo and Khal Moro opened their eyes wide in horror, then were engulfed by the sea of fire without uttering a word.

Then the dragon let out a roar, flapping its wings and flying back into the sky.

Rhaegal's size was far from Balerion's, but it was still a colossal creature compared to the tiny humans on the ground, and even more terrifying for horses, being at the top of the food chain.

At this moment.

A huge figure also appeared in the southern sky above the battlefield.

Viserys, riding on the back of Balerion, flew above the clouds. He squinted his light purple eyes at the battlefield on the ground in the distance.

He didn't expect to arrive late?

What surprised him even more was the figure dancing in the rolling smoke below, occasionally spewing dragonfire.

"Rhaenys?"

Rhaenys dared to ride a dragon to the battlefield on her own. Viserys's heart skipped a beat, then he felt a mix of surprise and anger.

Riding a dragon did not mean complete safety. The spears shot by giant crossbows could still pose a threat to dragons, especially young dragons like Rhaegal.

Even Balerion, the dragon Viserys was currently riding, was still a young dragon. It just grew a bit faster with the help of the black fog.

And the dragon riders were even more dangerous...

"This little girl..."

Viserys gritted his teeth slightly, feeling a bit angry because he cherished Rhaenys. She was his family.

Perhaps it was his recent return to Andalos riding a dragon that sparked the girl's longing for the sky. So the audacious girl secretly rode a dragon into battle without telling him.

It seemed that someone was backing her up.

"Hmph, Oberyn."

Then Balerion let out a roar and dived towards the battlefield on the ground.

Rhaegal, who was wreaking havoc on the battlefield, heard this roar coming from above, and his body shivered. His wings fluttered twice, and he almost fell straight from the sky.

The threat of his big brother was almost his childhood trauma...

Rhaenys, on Rhaegal's back, was also startled. She had been focusing all her attention on setting fire below and didn't notice Viserys's arrival above.

"Has Viserys arrived?"

Rhaenys suddenly felt a bit guilty.

...

Meanwhile, on the battlefield.

"Heh—"

The dragon roared.

The flight of two dragons in the sky almost brought a catastrophe to the Dothraki.

The banners of House Targaryen and the Second Legion of the Mountain Camp were waving in the distance.

Rumble—

Oberyn's army charged from the rear with great momentum, directly stabbing the Dothraki in the rear, delivering the final blow.

Although the Dothraki were numerous, Oberyn's timely arrival balanced the numbers, and their morale was overwhelmingly superior.

"Voijor!"

This is the word for 'god' in the Dothraki language.

The appearance of the first dragon had already led to the death of the Khals in dragonfire.

The appearance of the second, larger dragon directly shattered the Dothraki's will to fight.

"Os!"

They then began to shout for retreat. They had not expected that a situation that had been going smoothly would fall apart in an instant.

The Dothraki are very superstitious, attributing mysterious qualities to things they can't explain. They called the dragons 'gods'.

"The Dragon-riding Khal!"

"This is the Dragon-riding Khal!"

Facing a pincer attack and with two dragons flying overhead, the Dothraki were in complete chaos, constantly shouting in alarm.

Viserys had a title in the Dothraki language: 'Dragon-riding Khal'.

"Not just the Dragon-riding Khal!"

"There's also the Dragon-riding Khaleesi!"

Sharp-eyed Dothraki also noticed a girl on the back of the slightly 'smaller' green dragon.

Two dragon riders, two dragons, a catastrophe.

The battlefield then became one-sided.

Bessie Joyce had survived the initial difficult stage, successfully baiting all the Dothraki forces.

His plan was to swallow the over thirty thousand Dothraki in one gulp.

Therefore, Oberyn's support was crucial. Fortunately, Oberyn did not disappoint him and arrived as promised. The arrival of Viserys and Rhaenys was an unexpected joy.

"Your Majesty, and..."

"Princess Rhaenys."

Bessie, covered in armor, looked up at the dragons flying in the sky, admiration in his eyes.

She once had feelings for Rhaenys, which he never hid. At that time, he was still a member of Viserys's Kingsguard.

Unfortunately, Rhaenys did not reciprocate his feelings. The girl only had eyes for Viserys, so Bessie gave up. The gap between their statuses was too great.

Later, when Rhaenys pleaded with him to save Daenerys, Bessie rushed into the fire without hesitation.

He did it to save her own mother, and also at Rhaenys's request.

But later... things got worse for him.

However, he did not regret it, because this was a test from the Seven Gods.

The Legion Commander sighed deeply, gathered his emotions, and then issued the final order with a firm gaze from beneath her mask.

"Kill all who have not surrendered!"

"Kill!"

In an instant, the Targaryen army surged forward, completely crushing the remaining Dothraki.

The Dothraki trapped in the encirclement tried to break out, but most of them simply surrendered. With the Khals dead, they lost their will to fight.

"The Dragon-riding Khal!"

"The True Dragon Khal!"

A sea of Dothraki dismounted and kneeled in surrender.

The Dothraki, who would take days to round up even if they were pigs, offered no resistance in this situation.

They knelt on the ground, then cut off their own whips.

Then they raised their curved swords high above their heads, shouting words that were incomprehensible. It seemed they had been thoroughly conquered.

"Heh—"

The green dragon Rhaegal landed on the ground with Rhaenys on its back.