Chapter 63

Led by Drogo and the armored giant Roman, the Dothraki focused on killing and scattering the enemy soldiers launching arrows and catapults from the sea, easing the pressure on Grey Worm’s fleet and reducing their casualties.

The air over the sea was a cacophony of sound—shrieks, cries, horns, the trembling of war drums, the rise and fall of thousands of oars slapping the water, and the terrifying whistle of burning pitch and fire arrows cutting through the air.

Flaming projectiles soared like orange-red birds, tracing elegant parabolas as they dove toward their targets. These were burning tar pots, dragging long tails of fire as they fell upon both fleets.