The chaos and wailing on the battlefield gradually subsided, and the air reeked of scorched flesh and pungent sulfur.
The Dothraki Screamers, who had seemed as unstoppable as a surging tide, had now collapsed completely.
Countless Horsemen lashed their mounts in panic, trying to flee this hell engulfed in Dragonfire.
Yet the Dragonfire spewed by the Great Dragons writhed like fiery serpents, greedily licking the earth and forming impassable walls of flame.
Some Dothraki, their reason consumed by fear, let out desperate howls with bloodshot eyes and actually spurred their horses into trying to leap over the walls of fire.
The horses screamed in agony as they touched the flames, thick as molten lava, and riders and mounts became fiercely burning torches in the blink of an eye.
Within mere breaths, the charging riders had become curled, blackened remains, trailing wisps of smoke and giving off a nauseating stench.
This utterly horrific sight shattered the remaining Horsemen's last will to resist.
Clang!
Clang!
Curved blades and Dothraki bows were flung onto the blackened, smoking ground.
They tumbled from their saddles, fell to their knees, and raised both hands high, crying out in Dothraki with fear and pleading:
"We surrender! We surrender! Spare us!"
Liu Qian's infantry formations and the Windblown mercenaries surged forward, quickly bringing the situation under control.
The soldiers worked deftly, wrenching the fierce Horsemen's arms behind their backs one by one and binding them with rough, tough ropes until they were hunched like prawns, ensuring they could no longer resist.
The dejected captives were then handed over to the Slave Soldiers in the rear.
After defeating Lys, Liu Qian had retained these Slave Soldiers as auxiliaries, and now they served conveniently as guards for the prisoners.
They shouted at the Dothraki captives, herding them into a hastily