khal drogo's death
Somewhere in the Dothraki Sea.....
A large Dothraki group of nearly 15,000 soldiers lived in the pasture, led by a powerful foreign Khal.
"khal, we found who you were looking for" A Dothraki soldier speaks using a strange dialect of a mixture of High Valyrian and ancient Ghiscari.....
Due to the fact that the Dothraki language is extremely stupid, Jebe Noyon could not teach Mongolian war tactics to his soldiers, as even the words retreat did not exist for the Dothraki, so he chose weaker Dothraki warriors and began teaching him a useful language, although the strong Dothraki warriors refuse to study the weaker ones learn with pleasure, after all, rising through the ranks is the desire of all humans.
"very good, what information do we have about him?" Jebe Noyon...
"he is a 14 year old boy, son of a mighty khal, Drogo is his name the same as the name you ordered us to find" the Dothraki soldier speaks with a little pride
"Okay, the plan to lure you out of your father's power, how's it going?" Jebe Noyon...
"we did what you asked, we put beautiful women in a caravan and sent them to the druggage, I believe he must soon fall into the trap" soldier dothraki....
"Very well, I'll give you 50 Mongolian knights, all trained in ambush tactics, bring the drug's head and you'll be promoted" Jebe Noyon...
Mongolian Knights is the elite unit trained by Jebe Noyon, he personally chose weak Dothraki and taught a new language, then taught Mongolian war tactics and even gave them Mongolian compound bows made by him. This unit only has 300 soldiers but his horse fighting power is the greatest of all the dothraki sea.
"you can leave khal, with your 50 Mongolian knights I can easily kill this boy" the Dothraki soldier spoke with enthusiasm, then he left the khal's tent and went to start his mission...
"Drogo I don't know what you've done to offend my King, but unfortunately for you my King wants you to die, so I'll use your head to impress my King" Jebe Noyon whispers to himself...
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POV; Drogo
A caravan with many treasures and beautiful women, when I capture them I will no doubt make my name, and in the future I will become Khal
"Drogo look, there are only 50 soldiers defending the caravan" a Dothraki speaks to Drogo...
"Very well, gather all our 200 horses, we will capture everything" Drogo speaks enthusiastically
Soon Drogo's 200 soldiers surrounded the caravan, the defending soldiers were small and weak in appearance, and wore strange and ugly bows.
"Drogo look how small these soldiers are hahahahaa" one of Drogo's soldiers started to laugh..
"Strange, they're small but why does my instinct think they're dangerous?" Drogo thinks to himself
All 50 little knights were strangely calm, but suddenly they started to run away.
"Chase them, there are 50 good horses that must be ours" Drogo orders, he ignores the goods and women and cares more about the horses
Soon a chase began, 200 horses chased 50 horses......
After 3 minutes of chase something strange happened, the 50 horses that were running away suddenly changed direction, their riders took their bows and started shooting
the 200 Dothraki soldiers didn't care at first, it's hard to use a moving bow, but they soon realized they were very wrong.
the 50 soldiers used an extremely firm bow, their arrows flew non-stop over their enemies and did not hinder their ride....
in a brief moment more than 30 Dothraki soldiers died from arrows....
The 50 horses were simply unstoppable, due to the body weight of the 50 men their horses were faster, their arrows were accurate, finally everyone realized, these 50 men were not the hunt but... the hunter....
"Shit, stop, stop" Drogo tried to order his soldiers to retreat, but there was no retreat word in his Dothraki dialect, so a big command error happened, all 200 Dothraki were dying like rats, but they didn't retreat, just continued chasing and dying by arrows
After killing most of the enemies the 50 soldiers began to walk in circles, creating a circle where arrows flew non-stop, a Mongolian war tactic applied perfectly.
"shit die" Drogo yells as he tries to attack someone, but he can't get closer, suddenly an arrow pierces Drogo's neck, he falls off his horse and his vision fails
In the year 283, the future Khal Drogo died in battle by an arrow from an unidentified soldier
End pov
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"My King, Jebe Noyon sent you a gift" Lin Xian speaks as some servants bring a chest
"gift from Jebe Noyon? alright, let's see" Zarudo says as he opens the gift...
Inside the chest there was a head with big hair full of blood, although disgusting it is possible to identify Drogo's head.
"hahahaha, great, Lin xian take my order, Jebe Noyon will have his budget increased by 30% from now on" Zarudo speaks happily...
Zarudo ordered Drogo's death for 2 reasons, the first to prevent a powerful Dothraki warlord from appearing and becoming his enemy and the last reason was for Daenerys, he already decided to have Daenerys as a consort, so he killed his competitor.