We Bleed Silver(GOT/ASOIAF Fanfic)

The Dothraki horse let out a shrill cry before collapsing. Its horse leg was slashed by an Arakh, leaving a gaping, chilling wound. The flowing blood quickly turned the ground beneath it into a crimson sea, while its owner lay helplessly in the blood, his head completely severed.

A blood-soaked Dothraki warrior lifted the decapitated head high. The Dothraki barbarian, with a thick beard, screamed as he cut off the long braids of the dead man's head.

But the next moment, his head was also lifted into the air. A Dothraki warrior shouting "winged stallion" grabbed his head and gave another fervent cry.

Everywhere there was a red tide like this. Dragons flew in the sky while Dothraki horsemen clashed on the ground. Everywhere there were warriors fighting each other, arrows flying, blood and severed heads scattered across the field. Victorious Dothraki warriors on horseback shouted in triumph, only to immediately have their heads chopped off by another Dothraki who appeared out of nowhere.

Everything was chaos.

"Aemon, what should we do?" Rhaegar hesitated. His dragon, the smallest of the dragons, was also the only one that could be threatened by a dragon-slaying crossbow. The dragon couldn't provide the same level of protection as its larger counterparts. Though the Dothraki didn't wear armor, their mounted archery was unparalleled. Rhaegar was also concerned that flying too low might result in a Dothraki arrow shooting him down.

Vermax roared as he flew over the sea of cavalry below. A blast of searing dragonfire poured down, turning a group of Dothraki warriors, who had just killed a squad of Dothraki and were holding up their braids to boast to the dragons, into charred remains.

The dark green giant in the sky spread flame after flame, each one accurately striking those who had not bowed to the winged stallions, further plunging the Dothraki cavalry into disarray.

Before long, the commanders of the fifteen thousand Dothraki cavalry, Khals and Kos, had vanished without a trace.

Aemon swept past Rhaegar's side. "Our task is to prevent these cavalry from interfering with the main battlefield." He gripped the dragon saddle tightly. "Burn those who resist, leave those who fight for us, and don't let them scatter. That will be enough."

"Understood." Rhaegar, still somewhat confused, followed his cousin. The two dragons circled the entire battlefield, flying round and round.

Aemon couldn't help but admire Daeron in his heart. "His Majesty really learned a lot during his time in Dragon's Nest." He instinctively thought that Daeron's placement of the two dragons on the Dothraki battlefield was to exploit the Dothraki's faith.

In Dothraki culture, anything that could be ridden was called a horse, but only true warhorses could earn the Dothraki's worship.

Dragons were an exception. In ancient Dothraki legend, the rider of the world's best steed would rule the universe, and the winged stallion was one of the most important figures of the Horse God.

Aemon increasingly respected King Daeron's military instinct.

Meanwhile, on Rhoynar Road, the five thousand mounted warriors marched swiftly. Led by Lord Hugh Arryn and Lord Benjicot, the Iron Throne army divided into two groups, occupying the high ground on either side of the road.

From a distance, dust and sand swirled in the air.

A massive formation slowly advanced. One thousand of Robert's elite soldiers in golden armor, all equipped with heavy armor, marched at the front. To highlight their status, these mercenaries even gilded their armor. The front rows consisted of heavy-armored soldiers with long pikes, followed by tightly arranged heavy-armored swordsmen and pikemen. These soldiers in gilded armor carried heavy shields, while the rear rows held archers, crossbowmen, and numerous light infantry.

These were the most elite soldiers in Robert's army, with the rear formations being much weaker, lacking pike-bearing heavy infantry, and few armored warriors. But there were many holding spears, and in the ongoing war in disputed territories, each formation could dominate a wide area for a long time, even nurturing a warlord.

Similarly, a large number of heavily armored cavalry protected the flanks of the formations. Behind them, war elephants moved slowly between the gaps in the formations, along with dragon-slaying crossbows and scorpions.

"Where are the dragons?" Robert suddenly felt a tight grip on his heart, a strange panic taking over his mind. He felt as though he had overlooked something.

The council opposing the Iron Throne wasn't united, but it was indeed led by strength. Robert's army was the most elite, Horus' army was the largest, Rhaegar controlled the most land, and Shariss possessed the most wealth and the strongest connections—backed by both Volantis and Braavos, a strange and almost inconceivable fact, but it was true with Shariss.

The weapons used to attack dragons in Robert's army were all provided by Shariss.

"No, no," Robert suddenly slapped his head and stood up from his luxurious war elephant seat. "Where are the dragons? Issue the orders—dragon-slaying crossbows and scorpions are to aim at the sky. Archers, crossbowmen, get ready. Prepare the front rows of the formation to make an obstacle!"

Robert realized something was wrong.

The dragon was missing.

On the vast battlefield of the Rhoyne Avenue, on a field with only a few small hills, how could there be no dragon in sight?

This was completely wrong.

The Golden Hammer Legion, positioned in the frontmost rank, reacted the quickest. The heavily armored spearmen with their extra-long spears lowered them in unison, the spear tips embedding into the slightly soft ground. The spearheads poked out from between their ranks, while the archers and crossbowmen in the formation began adjusting their weapons.

The other formations stopped as well, and the cavalry quickly gathered to provide cover on the flanks.

"Roar~"

Just as the formations came to a halt, a furious dragon's roar echoed from the sky.

Sendros emerged from the clouds. The dark green dragon showed no fear of the now-ready dragon-hunting ballistae. It boldly dove down first.

"Defensive spears, destroy the dragon-hunting ballistae and scorpion crossbows first!" Dan shouted the order. "Then, target the war elephants!"

Sendros roared and swung its wings fiercely, and Dan had to grip the dragon saddle tightly.

A large spear, tipped with barbed points, shot up from below. However, it only left a shallow white scratch on Sendros' leaf-like scales. With a powerful swipe of its dragon wings, the dozens of spears aimed at it fluttered to the ground like snowflakes.

"Protect the chest and abdomen!"

Sendros side-stepped a spear, and the ordinary arrows from the crossbowmen did nothing to harm it. The heavy spears were also ineffective against the dragon's tough scales.

"Dragonflame!" Dan seized the opportunity and shouted.

The sickly green dragonflame descended like a never-ending waterfall, sweeping through the gaps in the formations. In the blink of an eye, the ballistae, which had just been firing spears at the sky, turned to ash in the fiery blaze.

"A dragon! There's another dragon!" A black mercenary operating a ballista on the other side screamed in terror.

In response, he was met with the blazing flames of Dreamfire.