Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Oh."

Meanwhile, Jaco, who had been provoked by Bonokao, scoffed and dismissed his former tribal friend with disdain.

"Bono, you're still as brainless as ever."

Bono's individual strength is indeed more formidable than Giacomo's.

He once punched Jako in a fight in a tribe, but Jako doesn't hold a grudge. Now his khalasar is much larger than Jako's.

"All right."

At this moment, an old khal with graying hair sat steadily on his throne and spoke in a deep voice.

"Let's all stop for a bit."

This old khao's name was Moso, and if seniority were the norm among the Dothraki, Moso's seniority would indeed be far greater than that of these younger generations.

Meanwhile, Mosokao, along with the Karasa he led, was a breath of fresh air among all the Dothraki sea tribes.

Because Mosocao's khalasar was not just himself, but also included his cavalry, who were all elderly men, making it like a 'veteran alliance' among the Dothraki.

Even older Dothraki warriors, whose abilities were declining and who had been marginalized and separated from their own people, joined the Khalasa of Mosokao, forming an alliance of mutual dependence and assistance.

However, Mosokao led a group of old and frail veterans, but they were a force on the Dothraki Sea that, while not powerful, was not to be trifled with.

Although these old guys are quite old, they have a wealth of combat experience; they are all elites who have survived countless battles.

As soon as Mosocao opened his mouth, both Bonokao and Giacokao snorted coldly.

However, they weren't afraid of Mosokao; rather, they were using Mosokao's words as a way to save face, since not fighting in the Holy City was a rule that all Dothraki people devoutly followed.

Then, seeing that Jaco and Bono had stopped arguing, Mosocao looked at Jaco, his white beard swaying as he spoke in a low voice.

"Since there are still people who don't know what happened, let Giacomo explain it to us."

As Mosokao finished speaking, all the other kao in the simple wooden palace of the entire holy city looked over.

The flames burning brightly in the very center of the hall were dazzling.

The remaining Khao who hadn't participated in the infighting included Moro Khao, Kumo Khao, Ogo Khao, and Zheko Khao.

Seeing that the other khaos were all looking at him, Jaco decided to stop trying to play hard to get.

popping...

Jaco clapped his hands, and his Blood Oath Guards understood immediately. They then turned and went down, quickly bringing back a ragged and haggard man.

He was Barney Santos, the son of the old Governor Santos.

Then Jakocao said a few words, which the Dothraki translator relayed to Barney Santos.

Then, this man, who was already in his thirties and was the son of a former governor, gathered his emotions and began to sob and weep, recounting the situation he had encountered and the cruelty of the bloody night.

However, he made no mention of that it was Pentos who first violated the rights of a guest, but instead described Viserys and the Prince in Ragged Clothes as heinous demons.

However, the Dothraki translator translated the governor's son's words to the Khals present, who listened with great interest.

He even burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery of Pentos's weakness.

The Pentos were even weaker than the 'Goat People', allowing two hundred men and a beast to slaughter all the governors and seize the city-state.

There would never be such a coward among the Dothraki warriors.

If that little king were to come to the Dothraki Sea with his two hundred-odd tin cans, the fierce Dothraki would surely make sure they never returned.

Hearing the harsh laughter around him, Barney Santos felt as if his heart was being stabbed, but he clenched his fists several times without daring to speak.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and stood to the side with his hands at his sides, like a down-on-his-luck beggar.

"Now, everyone has heard it."

"The 'friends' who sent us gifts and gold and silver have run into trouble."

Mosocao stood up, flames burning, his imposing figure shrouded in shadow.

"Now...it's time."

"Kill all those people in iron armor! Tear down their stone houses!"

"They'll take his wealth and his women!"

"Hoohoho!"

Inside the wooden temple of Vis Dothraki, all the Dothraki were filled with fervor.

In the shadows, a man dressed in a gray-brown robe stood quietly in place.

Chapter 243 Riding a Dragon

For Pentos, the other side of the Dothraki Sea was like the end of the world.

They never expected that seven Khao, along with nearly 100,000 Slarks, had gathered there, preparing to launch a menacing expedition across the Dothraki Sea to Pentos.

They avenged their 'friends' and incidentally divided up the wealthy city-state.

However, two of the seven khaomen withdrew from the negotiations midway and were not prepared to participate, even when offered tempting benefits.

Even though Ogokao and Kumakao insisted on leaving, five Khaoos and a Dothraki army of nearly 80,000 men remained in this gluttonous feast.

The remaining five khaos then swore an oath on Mount Santa Maria, with the stars in the sky as their witness.

More than 80,000 Slavs marched westward into the world.

...

And in Pentos.

Viserys was completely unaware of this.

Unbeknownst to him, nearly 80,000 Slarks were marching toward Pentos from the distant shores of the 'Womb of the World' lake, with him as their target.

Right now, he's practicing riding a dragon.

On a barren piece of land four or five miles outside the city of Pentos, the weeds underfoot were withered, and a winding stream flowed not far away.

Bellerion's massive body lay prone on the ground, its enormous wings spread wide, and large amounts of white mist spewed from its nostrils, even carrying the smell of sulfur and saltpeter.

Call ~

Bellerion shook his head slightly again, a muffled sound escaping from his nostrils as white mist billowed out.

The enormous head tilted slightly, its scarlet eyes glancing at Viserys, who was figuring out how to climb up, and blinked gently, its gaze revealing contempt.

It had been lying there for a long time, and its hind legs were starting to feel numb, yet Viserys was still figuring out how to climb up.

However, this is not really Viserys' fault.

After all, it was his first time riding a dragon and he had no experience. Moreover, Bellerion's scales were too sharp and could easily tear his clothes.

The only thing that went relatively smoothly was that everyone said Bellerion's body temperature was so high that an egg could probably be cooked on it.

However, Viserys himself awakened the purest true dragon bloodline, and the lava flowing between the crevices of Belerien's scales was merely a cup of warm water emitting steam to him.

"never mind."

Viserys then gritted his teeth, ignoring the sharp scales on Balerion's body.

He gripped the gaps in the scales with one hand, then carefully climbed upwards using his drooping wings as footholds, eventually succeeding in climbing onto Bellerion's back.

Call ~

Bellerion's breathing was heavy, and his body rose and fell gently with his breath. When Viserys climbed onto his back, it felt like stepping on a moving mountain of flesh.

"Wait a moment, I'm not seated yet."

Viserys experienced for the first time what it was like to be so tall.

The strong wind at high altitude whipped his hair, and he squinted slightly before finally finding a relatively flat spot to sit on Bellerion's back.

This spot is located at the junction of the dragon's neck and spine. There is a recessed area that is just big enough for a person to sit down and get stuck.

Meanwhile, there are also protruding long horns on the scales on both sides, which look extremely sharp. Viserys can grab these two protruding long horns with both hands to stabilize his body when riding the dragon.

"it is good!"

After settling into his seat, Viserys finally took a deep breath.

The biting wind ruffled his hair, but he could still open his eyes. After reaching the extraordinary realm, his physique seemed to have been strengthened in every aspect.

Moreover, when Viserys sat on Bellerion's back, he suddenly had a strange feeling, as if his connection with Bellerion had been strengthened.

This might be related to the black fog.

Viserys had asked two other girls, Rhaenys and Rhaegal the green dragon, and Daenerys and Viserion the white dragon, but there was no such strange connection between them.

They simply learned about the dragon's habits and temperament by becoming familiar with it.

The cultivation of this kind of relationship must be two-way. The dragon may also be trying to befriend them, which makes everything much simpler.

However, Viserys and Bellerion's connection was simpler, with the black mist serving as their medium of communication.

When Bellerion was still a dragon egg, a dragon dream mist was injected into the egg, and after Bellerion hatched, Viserys had a strange connection with him.

It's more like a telepathic connection.

Viserys can know what Balerion is thinking, and Balerion can also know what Viserys is thinking.

In the end, Viserys made thorough preparations.

"Let's take off."

Viserys thought to himself.

As if sensing Viserys's thoughts, Bellerion turned and glanced at him with his scarlet eyes.

Then he let out a desolate and low roar.

"Ho-"

Bellerion spread his wings, stirring up a gale that swept up the withered grass and fallen leaves on the ground.

Then it ran a few steps forward, and then suddenly exerted force with its legs, and the dragon's huge body instantly rose into the air.

Call ~

Viserys sat on Bellerion's back, his hands gripping the two raised scales on the dragon's back tightly, and then he felt the raging wind lashing against his cheeks as his entire body shot straight up into the sky at a steep angle.