Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Maester Aemon sat in his seat and spoke with his milky-white blind eyes open.

"Obsidian? Dragon crystal? What are these?"

Robert, who had been sitting in the middle without speaking for a long time, frowned and suddenly asked.

He had never heard of such a thing before.

"obsidian."

"This substance was forged deep within the earth using the fire of the gods."

“Thousands of years ago, the children of the forest used obsidian to hunt because they did not know how to smelt metals.”

"They wore clothes woven from leaves instead of armor and used tree bark as leggings, so they looked as if they were one with the forest. Their arrows and blades were made of obsidian."

At that moment, Maester Luwin of Winterfell happened to walk into the hall, heard King Robert's question, and instinctively answered.

"Several obsidian daggers and arrowheads still remain in Winterfell."

Then the obese Maester Luwin looked toward his master, Lord Eddard Stark.

"grown ups."

"A letter from King's Landing."

Instantly, everyone's eyes in the hall focused on Scholar Luwen.

Because ravens only follow fixed routes to find fixed targets, all communication with the south now relies on the ravens of Winterfell.

This letter could have been written to anyone present.

...

The rumors of Viserys's quiet disappearance circulated only among the top brass of Pentos.

The common people were unaware that His Majesty the King, who was extremely irresponsible about his own safety, had gone on a trip on a dragon.

Winterfell is now home to a coalition of nobles from across the seven kingdoms, ready to face their greatest challenge yet.

What they had encountered before was merely the vanguard of the army of the dead; the truly terrifying White Walkers were only just beginning to appear.

A great era of contention seems to be emerging, with turmoil raging across the world.

Even in distant barbarian lands, according to the merchants, the emperor has raised an army of 300,000 to conquer foreign lands.

The same was true of the Great Grass Sea, which was sandwiched between the barbarian lands and the free trade city-states and had just experienced turmoil.

Before Viserys left Pentos, two rumors were circulating there: one was a riot in the Smoke and Mist, and the other was a disturbance in Vis Dothraki.

The three khalasas that had once joined forces to conquer Pentos violated the sacred rule against killing each other in the holy city and began to fight each other, resulting in a bloodbath.

Ultimately, none of the three Khals emerged victorious; they were punished by the god of war, and were instead wiped out by a mysterious Khal from who-knows-where, thus securing victory for Khal.

This Khao called himself 'Mengo' Khao, the same name as the first Khao to unify the Dothraki, who was named 'Death'.

Now he sits imposingly in a shadowy place, his face obscured except for a pair of scarlet eyes. He remains silent throughout, and even his breathing is barely audible.

Behind him stood three people, two men and one woman, all shrouded in black robes and wearing wooden lacquered masks.

The scarlet lacquered wooden mask had two pale tear stains on it, which looked rather chilling.

Everyone knows that Khal Drogo dislikes light.

Kao doesn't like to talk, and everyone knows that.

Chapter 321 Mengo

Mengo Khao remained silent, hidden in the shadows, but issued the order to conquer the other tribes, which was relayed by the black-robed shadowbinder standing behind him.

"Khal Mengo is the most powerful warrior on the Great Grass Sea, and he rides the world's finest steed."

"There can only be one true Khal on the entire Dothraki Sea."

The woman was petite and shrouded in a dark black robe. She wore a bright red and pale mask and spoke in a cold and calm voice.

“All Dothraki should submit to him.”

"Go."

"We will declare war on all the Khao, and defeat them one by one."

“Kao…”

Hearing the cold words above them, the two khaomen kneeling below were terrified, their bodies trembling slightly.

I don't know if he was shocked by the woman's words or for some other reason.

They had witnessed this woman, known as the Kui Lizard, strangle a leader of the Cass who had stood up to accuse Mengo of trusting the witch.

The strong warrior was once a general under Jacobão. He was brave and skilled in battle, covered in scars, and had once personally beheaded a warrior who had won the championship in the Meereen Arena.

However, this strong Dothraki warrior was completely powerless against the Shadowbinder shrouded in black robes.

Before he could even raise his scimitar, he was entangled by his opponent's shadow.

Then, with a simple twist, he snapped his neck, and the head fell off without even a drop of blood.

The magic of the quail terrified all the Dothraki who witnessed it.

Their aversion to witches stemmed from their fear of magic.

The three Shadowbinders astutely seized upon this point, claiming that the souls of Dothraki warriors who died at the hands of the Shadowbinders had also been stolen, making them ineligible for cremation and preventing their souls from reaching the heavens.

Since then.

There were no more dissenting voices in the entire Khalasa, because the thing that all Dothraki feared most was not being able to fly to the heavens after death and become part of the stars.

"clear."

The two former Khao knelt on the ground in submission to the new Khao, pledging to obey his commands and begin preparations to conquer other tribes from this day forward.

Then Bonokao and Giacokao stood up, turned and left Mengo's tent.

However, before leaving, Jacochau lifted the curtain, but couldn't help turning his head to look at the enormous figure sitting on the throne one last time. He shivered slightly, then quickly went out and lowered the curtain.

Bono and Jako were fortunate enough to retain their Khal titles and continue to lead their tribes.

But they all had to submit to Khal Mengo, and the three Shadowbinders claimed that Khal Mengo would be the unanimous king of all Dothraki, and that any other Khal who submitted in the future would do the same.

The only difference is that all Khals who submit to the King of the Commonwealth, Khal Mengo, must hand over their shadows.

Splash...

Giacob and Bono emerged from Mengo's tent, their eyes meeting.

Although neither of them spoke, they both saw the meaning in each other's eyes.

Regret and remorse.

If they hadn't turned on each other, perhaps the other side wouldn't have been able to take advantage of their weakness.

As for Kao...

Both Bono and Giacomo shivered simultaneously. There was only one person who could be called a kō by both Bono and Giacomo.

But he should be dead...

How could he not be dead?

They had witnessed each other engulfed in flames, yet when he emerged, it still terrified them both.

Kao was like a vengeful ghost resurrected from the dead; his eyes were numb and flashed with a scarlet light, and his body swelled to be even taller than before, like a giant.

Beneath the grayish-black skin, purple veins bulged, flowing with cold, dark blood.

“He was our Kao.”

"But... he should be dead."

The two locked eyes, both knowing exactly what was going on.

How can such a person be called a living person?

And so much time has passed, and they have never heard Kao utter a single word. He hides in the shadows all day without uttering a sound, and all his orders are relayed by Shadowbinders.

"Even if he were still alive, he would probably be a controlled walking corpse."

The Shadowbinders took control of Khal's corpse, turning him into their henchman and a tool to control the Dothraki warriors.

"The greatest cavalry warrior on the Great Grass Sea should not have fallen to such an end."

Bonokao spoke angrily.

Although he betrayed Drogo in that war, he admired him greatly and believed that he should not suffer such humiliation after his death.

What Mengo? This is clearly Drogo's corpse!

"Then what can we do?"

Jakob's face also contorted slightly as he gritted his teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Vis Dothraki is now effectively controlled by Mengo's tribe.

The other side disregarded the sacred rules of the Holy City and declared that they would become the only king among the Dothraki.

He has taken over Mount Our Lady, and the World's Womb Lake, and is ready to welcome the submission of all Khals.

The other Dothraki, unaware of the situation, all violated the Holy City's rules during that turmoil. Fearful and terrified, they were even more eager than others to tear down the once sacred rules.

More than 40,000 Slark Roaring Warriors were blinded.

"How to do?"

Now, with the bright sunlight shining down overhead, a single sentence uttered left the two resentful Khals feeling utterly cold inside.

Anger is anger.

They were filled with rage, wanting nothing more than to skin and tear apart those three Shadowbinders from the distant East. They gritted their teeth, but in the end, they seemed like deflated balloons, losing all fighting spirit.

What can I do?

They had absolutely no way to solve the problem.

"never mind."

The two then remained silent, without even exchanging a greeting, before going their separate ways to prepare for attacking other tribes.