Mufasa and his group had been traveling across the vast plains for a month since leaving Oros. Due to the immense wealth they carried, they moved slowly, traveling by night and resting by day to avoid trouble.
During this time, Mufasa's stats rapidly increased. His current strength could easily overpower his former self before he left King's Landing.
"Name: Mufasa Lannister"
"Identity: Warden of the West, heir to Tywin Lannister, Duke of Casterly Rock"
"Occupation: Knight, Mage"
"Strength: 14 points"
"Speed: 14 points"
"Intelligence: 14 points"
"Spirit: 14 points"
"Magic: 14 points"
"Talent: Skinchanger. Can project his consciousness into other creatures and temporarily control their actions."
At noon, a sandstorm blew in from the south. Mufasa and his group were resting in their tents when they heard the ground tremble, as if a thousand horses were charging towards them.
Mufasa emerged to see a dark mass of people in the distance, sweeping over the hills and plains.
"Dothraki! And a massive khalasar at that! What should we do, Ser Mufasa?" Podrick asked.
Mufasa surveyed their current location—an endless plain with no defensive capabilities. He had only eighty men, while the enemy numbered at least ten thousand, all cavalry.
What to do? What to do?
Mufasa was anxiously racking his brain, then a flash of inspiration struck him.
"Since this is a vast prairie, let's start a wildfire! Let's see who's crazier," Mufasa declared.
He pulled out ten bottles of wildfire and looked at Melisandre.
"First, burn all the nearby weeds to ash. Then we'll throw the wildfire, using the wind to amplify its power against the Dothraki."
Although Melisandre was curious where Mufasa had gotten the wildfire, she knew these questions could wait.
Melisandre used fire magic to burn all the weeds within several yards to ash.
Then, Mufasa threw the wildfire in the direction the Dothraki were charging. He pulled out his scorpion crossbow again and shot at the wildfire jars.
Instantly, the wildfire burst into a furious blaze.
The ten bottles of wildfire immediately ignited a raging inferno on the prairie, which, aided by the strong south wind, became an unstoppable wall of fire sweeping towards the Dothraki.
The Dothraki, who had been charging, saw the sea of fire rushing towards them. Their faces turned pale with fright, and they immediately tried to turn their horses, but the cavalry behind them were pressing on, all crammed together.
There was no escape, that was their thought.
Fortunately, it was the long summer, which had lasted eight years, making the grass on the prairie tall enough to reach a person's waist, and the wild grass was now in its wilting season. It was especially dry, igniting with just a spark.
Mufasa and his group watched the devastating wildfire from their tents. Countless Dothraki cavalry perished in the inferno. However, not all were burned to death; most suffered burns, losing most of their hair and eyebrows.
"While they're preoccupied, let's quickly move in another direction. If they recover, it will be too late."
Mufasa and his group immediately evacuated the area.
Because of the sandstorm, they were somewhat disoriented, but they only needed to head in the opposite direction of the Dothraki.
After an unknown period of travel, and once the sandstorm disappeared into the horizon, Mufasa and his group finally saw no more Dothraki.
"The good news is we survived. The bad news is we're lost," Mufasa said.
"Ser, it seems you threw away our compass, and we can't see the sun clearly now. What should we do?" Podrick asked.
"Wait until dark, then look at the stars!" Mufasa replied.
The sun quickly set, but the night sky was truly dark tonight, with only a few small stars on the horizon. None of the large stars, bright enough for navigation, were twinkling.
"Ser, what do we do next?" Podrick asked again.
"Eat. We'll talk about other things after we've eaten!"
Podrick went to start a fire and cook.
Mufasa used Lightroar to cut off a section of a common longsword, then rubbed it against Lightroar.
Once the iron piece heated up, Mufasa placed it in a wooden cup, first pouring water into it, then adding a leaf. The iron piece began to spin automatically, pointing Mufasa towards north and south.
Mufasa understood their current location; they were even further away from Volantis.
"It seems I need to change my plan!" Mufasa thought.
Mufasa decided to head east, first to Meereen, and from there take a ship back to Westeros.
He also planned to buy some Unsullied in Astapor.
Gylian Lannister had bought sailors and sellswords, which led to his betrayal. Mufasa, of course, would not repeat his mistakes.
The Lannister soldiers were also skilled in seafaring, as they had Lannisport. They could serve as sailors; he only needed to buy a ship once he reached Slaver's Bay.
As for buying Unsullied, it was to increase security. After all, he currently had fewer than ninety men.
Podrick and the others had finished cooking. After Mufasa ate, he told them his plan.
"My Lord, if we take a ship back to Westeros, we might pass through the ruins of Valyria and the Stepstones, both of which are incredibly dangerous! Why don't we go by land instead?" Podrick suggested.
"You're right! And I was originally planning to catch the white lion, Hrakkar. Maybe I'll even encounter it on the way!" Mufasa said.
Mufasa had overlooked one point: traveling by sea is greatly affected by ocean currents and wind direction. If an east wind blows, and you insist on heading east, it's impossible.
With the power of current sailboats and galleys, they couldn't contend with strong currents and winds. A strong gust could blow a large ship to an unknown location.
"However, we still need to go to Slaver's Bay to exchange most of the treasure we found, then buy Unsullied, horses, wagons, and provisions. After that, we'll cross the Dothraki Sea, return to Pentos, and then cross the Narrow Sea back to King's Landing," Mufasa stated.
Although he had considered it, he still decided against traveling by sea, but he needed at least a thousand Unsullied soldiers to feel safe.
The Dothraki khalasar, previously routed by the wildfire, was now being harvested by an even more powerful khalasar.
Khal Drogo laughed heartily, seeing his former rivals become so weak.
"Norbo, did you not eat enough? And why is your khalasar in such a state?"
"Drogo, if we hadn't encountered a sea of fire, lost men, and all been wounded, you wouldn't have devoured us so easily," said Khal Norbo, whose whip was half-burned and who bore a gash across his chest from Drogo.
"You were attacked? By whom, that mercenary company? You're a great Khal with ten thousand men, why wouldn't you scout ahead?" Drogo asked.
"It was the first time I'd seen such flames, green fire, burning so fast! I..."
He tried to say more, but Khal Drogo cut him from his abdomen to his neck with a single stroke.
"May your soul shine like the stars in the heavens!"
Drogo granted his opponent due respect before ending his life.
After annexing Norbo's khalasar, Drogo was now the largest khalasar on the Dothraki Sea. Although he hadn't yet united the entire great grass sea, given his age, he would achieve this great feat within ten years.
Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon
weakly 3 days update in webnovel
patreon.com/Lempil
patreon.com/Lempil