The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Amidst the Dothraki's laughter, Anguy rode out, chasing after Aggo, while simultaneously drawing his bow, nocking an arrow, and firing it towards the sky above.

Anguy also used a dragonbone bow, and this arrow was shot with all his might, soaring high and far. The crowd looked up at the sky, only to see the arrow turn into a small black dot, eventually blending into the sky and disappearing from sight.

The laughter of the crowd subsided for a moment. The Dothraki were astonished; this arrow demonstrated Anguy's amazing arm strength.

At the same time, Daenerys and her soldiers were also puzzled. It was their first time seeing someone using dueling archery to shoot an arrow into the sky.

Anguy's two arrows had both been unexpected by Daenerys' soldiers.

How could even the most skilled archer hit an enemy by shooting an arrow into the sky?

Only the Cleggan soldiers familiar with Anguy knew why he would shoot arrows into the sky.

Anguy possessed a rare calculation ability!

Aggo had also never seen an archer shoot arrows into the sky before. He thought it was Anguy doing it on purpose, trying to make him look up so he could shoot a volley of arrows at him. As long as he looked up, there would be an opening.

What a good strategy!

Aggo smiled, his lips overflowing with contempt.

Aggo looked up, his gaze following the arrow, his head tilted higher and higher.

He was waiting for Anguy to seize this opportunity to shoot him, so that he could demonstrate his superb arrow-catching skills. He appeared to be looking at the arrow, but he was fully focused, his mind locked on Anguy.

Aggo, from the grasslands, had been proficient in horseback archery since childhood; it was already his life.

The warhorse beneath Aggo was not standing still; it was also running.

Anguy was approaching him, not fast, but he had to maintain a certain distance from Anguy.

If the distance was too short, the arrow would arrive too quickly, making it difficult for Aggo to catch the arrow and counterattack.

Controlling distance was also an essential skill for archers.

Archery is advantageous for long-range attacks, not close combat.

But for a divine archer, both long and short distances could easily take lives.

Aggo's biggest disadvantage was that he had no arrows in hand.

The closer Anguy got, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

It sounds like a long story, but it was actually less than a heartbeat. The sound of arrows piercing the air rang out again. The vigilant Aggo immediately locked his gaze on Anguy. Strangely, Anguy's arrow still wasn't aimed at him, but shot into the sky again.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

This time it was three arrows. Anguy shot all three arrows into the sky. The speed was fast, but compared to Aggo's volley of arrows, it was still inferior.

Aggo's volley of arrows was faster!

The Dothraki had all witnessed Aggo's unparalleled speed with volley of arrows, which was almost instantaneous.

Anguy's speed, in comparison, was far behind.

Anguy shot each arrow with all his strength, drawing the bowstring to its maximum. Drawing, nocking, and releasing the arrow—each movement was clear and neat, but not so fast as to complete a shot in the blink of an eye.

The dragonbone bow was the most durable and lightest bow, priceless, with an extremely long range. Coupled with Anguy's divine arm strength, he shot the arrows high into the sky.

The Dothraki all looked puzzled, and the generals beside Daenerys also looked up at the sky.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

The sound of air being torn apart came!

No matter how far the arrows shot into the sky, there would be a time when they turned downwards.

The arrows in the sky fell through the air, carrying the force of inertia. The speed would become a variable, eventually getting faster and faster. A total of four arrows, four black dots, coincidentally, were falling towards the direction Aggo's warhorse was running.

Anguy's calculation ability seemed to be flawless every time.

This was a rare talent.

In fact, Anguy's mathematical calculation ability was very poor!

Anguy continued to chase Aggo, unhurried, not too fast, not too slow. He had already calculated that Aggo would maintain a certain distance from him. No matter how he chased, Aggo would avoid him.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

In quick succession, Anguy shot three arrows at Aggo.

This time, the arrows were fast and urgent, completely different from the previous archery that shot into the sky!

With the sound of the bowstring, an arrow was shot out, still in flight, and the second arrow was shot out. Just as the second arrow left the bowstring, the third arrow was shot out, almost simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, Anguy aimed at Aggo and shot three extremely fast, dazzling arrows.

Volley of arrows!

This was Anguy's true level!

Boom!

The Dothraki and Cleggan soldiers erupted in cheers together.

The skilled Dothraki only admired true warriors. Whoever was strong, they cheered for, regardless of whether that person was an enemy.

Anguy's arrow speed was no less than Aggo's, even faster. Because Anguy didn't need to be distracted by defense at all; the opponent had no arrows.

Aggo's expression, which had been leisurely with a contemptuous smile on his lips, changed.

His composed expression turned cold and stern.

Anguy's arrows were coming so fast, each arrow aimed at his vitals: forehead, lower abdomen, chest.

Anguy only attacked and didn't defend, pushing speed and initiative to the extreme. After he shot three arrows, he thrust an arrow into the rear of his warhorse. The warhorse, in pain, galloped forward, instantly closing the distance with Aggo. The closer the distance, the more disadvantageous it was for Aggo.

At this time, the three arrows shot at Aggo had arrived, unbelievably fast, as if the arrows suddenly had power added to them in the air.

Aggo had fought countless battles in his life, but this was the first time he felt the aura of death.

Because he suddenly heard from the sound that the four arrows whistling down from the sky had also locked onto his position.

Any arrow that fell and hit him would be an irreversible failure.

Suddenly, Aggo realized that he was trapped in an attack of seven arrows.

This was a situation he had never encountered before!

Aggo's arrow-catching skills suddenly became useless.

Seven arrows, in two batches, came from different directions.

He didn't dare to think about how to catch the arrows anymore. The only thing he had to do now was to avoid the three arrows aimed at him, while also avoiding the four arrows falling from above. But he couldn't judge the exact position of the four arrows falling from the sky. He didn't dare to look up; he had to stare at Anguy. Because Anguy had already drawn his bow and aimed it at him, ready to shoot, and was approaching him quickly.

How could there be such a divine archer in the world?!

He could even shoot the arrows into the sky first, and then when they fell, they would be in the direction his warhorse was running, as if he had foolishly crashed into the circle of falling arrows.

Aggo panicked!

He finally knew how ridiculously wrong he was to have dropped his quiver!

Both horses were galloping fast, with the sound of hooves pounding.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

Seven arrows shot towards Aggo, forming a net of arrows.

Aggo had nowhere to escape.

Anguy's archery was so divine that Aggo had never even heard of it before.

He was too arrogant!

Suddenly, in a flash of lightning, the real threat was not the three arrows aimed at him, because those were clear and predictable, but the four arrows falling from the sky. He couldn't look up to see and predict the specific position anymore; he could only rely on his senses to predict, estimate…

Seeing that Aggo was about to be shot by several arrows, die miserably, and suffer a crushing defeat, Daenerys turned her head away, her eyes slightly red, unable to bear to watch anymore!

In the silence of the audience, Aggo's warhorse stopped abruptly. Shoo, shoo, shoo, Anguy's three arrows aimed at Aggo all missed, because the Aggo on horseback was gone, the whole person was gone, as if he had disappeared into thin air—he had hidden himself under the horse's belly.

The skilled horseman Aggo had become an embarrassing, cowering warrior.

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

Four arrows fell from the sky, with two arrows shooting down in front of the horse's head and behind its tail, nailing into the ground, and two arrows hitting the horse's neck and saddle.

The warhorse's neck was pierced by a sharp arrow, and an arrow was also inserted into the saddle, deeply penetrating the horse's body through the saddle.

The warhorse neighed sadly, reared up, and crashed to the ground!

Aggo rolled out from under the horse's belly. Just as he stood up, Anguy had already arrived in front of him, his arrow aimed at his throat, ready to shoot.

The entire arena was silent, with only the sound of wind and coughing audible.

"You're dead!" Anguy said calmly. He drew his bow like a full moon, with two arrows nocked on the dragonbone bow, ready to fire. At this distance, no matter how skilled Aggo was, he couldn't reach out and grab Anguy's arrows.

In fact, during Aggo's series of movements of rolling and getting up, Anguy could have shot Aggo into a hedgehog.

Aggo walked up to Anguy and offered the dragonbone bow to Anguy with both hands: "I hope this bow belongs to you. Shoot me!"

If Anguy spared his life, Aggo would live in failure and humiliation for the rest of his life, which a Dothraki warrior could not accept.

Aggo was not afraid of death; he was afraid that Anguy would not shoot him, and even more afraid that Anguy would draw his sword and cut off his head.

The Dothraki were wary of being beheaded, which was the most severe punishment, more terrible than death itself.

In the Dothraki's beliefs, the dead who were beheaded could not return to the Land of Night, nor could they ride horses across the Land of Night.

Anguy did not take Aggo's dragonbone bow. He rode his horse back, retreating to a suitable distance for an archery duel: "Aggo, pick up your quiver. If you're afraid, then let it be."

Aggo's face turned green!

He was not afraid of death, but of humiliation!

Aggo picked up his quiver that he had thrown on the ground. He put on his quiver and said a Dothraki phrase that was difficult to understand to someone off-stage. Soon, a tall and sturdy Dothraki warhorse was led into the arena. Aggo flipped onto the horse, holding a bow in one hand and reaching for his quiver with the other, plucking out two arrows and nocking them on the bowstring.

Anguy moved immediately. With a shout, he rode his horse to the side, and while running, he shot an arrow straight at Aggo.

Aggo also moved, shooting an arrow at Anguy's front.

Anguy did not slow down. Seeing that the arrow was about to hit him, Anguy suddenly leaned down, and the arrow whizzed past his body. Anguy stood up, and the horse turned diagonally, avoiding Aggo's second arrow. At the same time, Anguy shot an arrow, this arrow did not aim at Aggo, but used the same trick again, shooting into the sky again.

Aggo was approaching Anguy, but he had learned from the past and knew that once the arrow in the sky fell, it would rush towards the direction his warhorse was charging. With Anguy's incredible calculation ability, he would definitely not shoot arrows into the sky randomly.

Aggo kicked with both legs, and forward movement became a curved right turn. This widened the distance from Anguy, but did not affect the range of the dragonbone bow.

The range of the dragonbone bow was astonishingly long!

However, with the skills of Anguy and Aggo, the farther the distance, the harder it was to hit each other. The arrows were all shot in a straight line, and the longer they traveled in the air, the easier it was for the other party to dodge.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

Anguy seized the opportunity to counterattack, shooting three arrows in a row, chasing after Aggo. At the same time, he turned his horse's head, and dodging became chasing.

Aggo was calm and composed, also shooting three arrows in a row to counterattack.

Both sides avoided each other's arrows on horseback.

During the chase, Anguy shot the fourth arrow into the sky again.

Aggo changed his course again. He was very wary of Anguy's arrows shot into the sky. He was originally running away from Anguy, but he forcibly turned left with his superb horsemanship. In this way, the distance between the two sides was instantly shortened.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

Anguy seized the opportunity to shoot a series of arrows densely, as if there was a bow and arrow squad attacking Aggo.

Boom!

The audience erupted in deafening cheers.

The arrows flying in the air, high and low, one after another, weaved a net of arrow rain.

"Be careful!" Bloodrider Rakharo shouted from the sidelines.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!

Aggo's warhorse was like a leg growing out of Aggo's body. While galloping, it changed course again at will. This was an impossible miracle, allowing Anguy's net to watch the fish slip away from the edge of the net.

The Dothraki have lived on horseback since childhood. They can sleep and eat on horseback, and are recognized as the nation on horseback. Their superb horsemanship is truly unmatched!

Aggo broke away from the arrow net, and the audience erupted in thunderous cheers.

Amidst the cheers, Aggo counterattacked, volley of arrows fired, one arrow after another, blocking Anguy's pursuit route.

At the same time, Anguy and Aggo launched an offensive against each other.

Arrows flew across the air, and the sound of breaking through the air rang out densely.

In the blink of an eye, the heads of both horses were running in the same direction, pulling out two speeding parallel lines. The two people on horseback kept shooting at each other, while agilely dodging each other's arrows like cats. The audience was suffocated and unable to breathe. The arrows went back and forth, whistling and buzzing, making people dizzy. Suddenly, with a puff, Aggo was the first to be hit by an arrow, his body swayed, he let out a muffled groan, and the offensive stopped immediately. Almost at the same time, Anguy was hit by an arrow in his left shoulder, the left hand holding the bow trembled, and then he leaned over the horse's back, and two arrows swept past his head and side.

Aggo was hit by an arrow in his right shoulder, and the arrow deeply bit into his bones.

The Dothraki are not used to wearing armor, thinking that it is the behavior of cowards.

This blind sense of glory caused Aggo a lot of damage. He reached out and pulled out the arrow on the galloping horse. The black iron arrowhead carried flesh and blood. He swayed, almost falling off the horse.

On the other side, Anguy also reached out and pulled out the arrow on his left shoulder. He was wearing fine chainmail, and inside the chainmail was a leather pad. Although the arrow broke through the armor and entered the flesh and touched the bone, the injury was much lighter than Aggo's.

The two horses rushed to the edge of the training field in parallel lines, and turned at the same time, pulling out an arc, avoiding rushing out of the training field.

Aggo reached out to take an arrow, almost grabbing empty-handed. He had just pulled out the arrow on his right shoulder. The arrow was biting tightly into the bone, hurting him so much that he almost fell off the horse. The already small number of arrows tilted and fell out, barely leaving two arrows.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed as two warhorses galloped swiftly across the training ground. Angai reached for arrows, grasping three in his hand at once. Both sides drew their bows and nocked arrows almost simultaneously, unleashing a volley at each other. The two moved as one, twisting their bodies in near-perfect unison to evade the incoming arrows.

Ago dodged two of Angai's arrows, and Angai dodged two of Ago's.

However, Angai had one arrow remaining!

Thud!

A muffled sound!

Ago's warhorse was struck by an arrow, piercing its neck.

Shoot the horse first to get the man!

Angai's final arrow targeted Ago's steed!

A change in tactics, and a successful strike.

Ago's warhorse, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, suddenly leaped into the air mid-gallop, let out a mournful cry, and crashed to its front knees with a resounding thud, sending dust flying... Ago leaped to the ground. Angai's warhorse, originally running on a parallel course, veered sharply, heading straight for Ago. The distance closed in an instant. Angai reached out, two arrows nocked between his fingers, and unleashed a rapid-fire volley. Two black streaks hurtled towards Ago, incomparably swift, like light and lightning.

Ago could have rolled to the ground to evade, but he stood his ground, facing the onslaught with his bow raised in one hand, neither dodging nor using the bow to block. With a soft thud, the first arrow pierced Ago's throat, a brutal and complete penetration. The second arrow struck Ago's forehead. The immense force caused Ago's entire body to be flung backward as if pulled by an invisible rope, sending a dragon bone bow soaring high into the air...