Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

His face also bore a resemblance to that of the old Khal standing before him, with deep black eyes and hair, a long beard, and his hair was braided into a long braid that reached all the way down to his thighs, even longer than that of Barb Khal.

He is...

Viserys's eyes narrowed slightly.

At that moment, the Dothraki who had rudely barged in from below were speaking in a language he couldn't understand. Prince Pentos, sitting on his ivory and golden throne, heard the translator speaking in his ear, and for the first time, panic appeared on his usually expressionless and stiff face.

The governors of Pentos were also in an uproar, seemingly unable to believe what their respective translators were saying.

"Ok?"

Viserys couldn't understand Dothraki and didn't know what was happening. Before he could even ask, the old Khal below led his Blood Guards and stormed up aggressively.

Prince Pentos, whose surname was Rodney, seemed stunned and somewhat at a loss for what to do.

The three heralds standing beside him, symbolizing trade, war, and law, were also in a panic, looking for help to the surrounding governors of Pentos.

However, no one responded to their pleading looks.

Then, this Balbocao led his Blood Guards up the steps and came before Prince Pentos.

Old Khal reached out and yanked the prince, who was nearly scared to death, off his ivory and gold throne.

Meanwhile, the messenger holding a long steel sword, a symbol of war, saw this and, in a moment of panic, reached out to stop the other party.

Snapped--

But his wrist was grabbed by a young, strong Dothraki man standing behind Barbokao.

The five fingers were like steel clamps, and the powerful force almost crushed the messenger's wrist bones.

"Ok?"

Then, the young Dothraki narrowed his dark, deep eyes slightly and plunged his steel sword directly into the other man's chest.

puff--

Blood spurted out, and the messenger screamed in agony. Then the Dothraki released his grip, and the messenger's body tumbled down the high steps.

Blood stained the golden, ornate steps. The body fell to the bottom of the steps, and a large pool of blood quickly flowed out. There was no movement at all.

The prince of Pentos was dethroned, his magnificent robes were torn slightly, and his usually dull and wooden expression finally showed signs of distress, revealing a clear sense of terror. He seemed to have realized the fate that was destined to come to him.

A man huddled in a corner on the upper floor of the main hall, an unidentified yellow liquid dripping from his crotch.

The other two messengers, who had been driven away, were already pale with fright after seeing the tragic death of the messenger who symbolized war. They pulled the prince, who was hiding in a corner, as if they wanted to take him away.

However, Prince Rodney remained huddled in the corner and refused to leave, even when pulled by two people.

Old Khal, who had driven away Prince Pentos, sat down on the throne without any ceremony and then said a few words to the translator who was already terrified.

The translator understood the Dothraki and hurriedly ordered his servants to bring another chair and place it next to the ivory and gold throne, so that the young Dothraki who had been following the old Khal could sit beside him.

Chapter 90 Drogo

“This is my son, Drogo.”

Barbaka sat casually on the ivory and gold throne, his braided hair, slightly streaked with gray, hanging down his back, and his pale brown eyes swept over everyone present.

He then patted his son Drogo on the shoulder and proudly introduced him loudly in Dothraki.

"He is the greatest mounted warrior in the world, destined to lead the Karaça in the future."

Old Khal's Blood Guards, with Arak scimitars at their waists, stood behind him, their eyes fiercely fixed on the surrounding governors of Pentos, including the young King Viserys not far away.

Meanwhile, the son of Khal Drogo sat beside his father, wiping the blood from his hands with the luxurious silk that had just been placed on Prince Pentos's table.

Drogo seemed somewhat taciturn, yet he showed no hesitation in killing the war messenger, as easily as crushing a chick.

Then Drogo heard his father's voice, raised his head slightly, and only made a muffled "hmm" sound without saying anything more.

His dark, deep gaze swept over everyone present, lingering only briefly on Viserys before moving on elsewhere.

This taciturn son of Khal Drogo wasn't after Viserys; Drogo simply found it odd that a young man would appear at such a high-profile banquet, as he seemed quite young.

Inside the main hall, all was silent except for a few whispers.

The translators, fluent in Dothraki, translated the King's words for their respective masters, while all the governors looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Viserys had no translator, so he didn't understand what Barboca was saying. He simply sat quietly in his seat, scrutinizing everyone present with a critical eye.

He found the banquet increasingly interesting, discovering something new every second.

Viserys was initially surprised by the Dothraki's barbarity and rudeness, shouting and yelling in the magnificent hall.

However, when he watched helplessly as old Khal Drogo led his Blood Guards up the steps, Viserys' thoughts were refreshed once again, turning into astonishment at Pentos's weakness.

The drama didn't stop there; every second brought surprising discoveries. Prince Pentos was so frightened by the Horse King that he wet himself, was kicked off the throne, and huddled alone in a corner.

The messenger, who held a steel longsword symbolizing war, was killed by the somewhat terrifying young Dothraki man with his bare hands, and his body was thrown down the steps.

The governors of Pentos present were terrified, each of them wishing they could shrink their heads back, and not one of them dared to speak. Viserys was actually the one who stood the straightest among all the 'lords' present.

"this..."

These intensely stimulating scenes left Viserys utterly shocked.

"Pentos... has he really become this weak?"

Viserys never imagined that a few Dothraki could sit on the necks of the governors of Pentos and defecate.

Although the prince of Pentos was merely a symbolic puppet, the governors, as the nominal masters of the city, were still being so humiliated by the Dothraki, and not a single one of them dared to speak up. And this was in Pentos, their own territory.

Viserys led four thousand elite Andal warriors to Pentos, and Pentos was thrown into chaos, with even the city gates unable to be closed.

However, at that time, Viserys still held a slight sense of awe for this ancient city-state.

After all, the towering city walls and magnificent buildings all demonstrate the profound and long history of Pentos.

Although Andalus rose to prominence rapidly and miraculously, it was still far from being a giant city-state like Pentos, whether in terms of historical heritage, population, economy, or military strength.

Although it seems that Pentos cannot even muster an army of 10,000 men at present, that is due to the restrictions of the humiliating terms. Pentos still has great war potential.

now.

Viserys's last shred of awe had vanished, leaving only a cold, indifferent observation of the farce unfolding before him, with some thoughts even stirring within him.

Then Viserys heard Balbokao muttering something in Dothraki, and then patted the young Dothraki next to him.

The Dothraki man, who had been under Viserys's watchful eye for a long time, raised his head and looked around. Everyone who faced this son of Khal Drogo swallowed hard, then quickly lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

His gaze lingered briefly on Viserys, who happened to be looking at him at that moment.

The two people locked eyes.

Those dark, deep eyes were as still as a well, as if they were scrutinizing a prey.

However, Viserys felt a strong sense of crisis from head to toe, like a biological warning mechanism that strongly warned him to get away from a beast that could threaten his life.

"This guy..."

The boy frowned slightly, and his fingers, resting on the table, clenched involuntarily.

However, Drogo's gaze lingered on Viserys for only a second before their eyes met again.

“Barbkao just said that the man is his son, named Drogo.”

"He is...the world's best mounted warrior."

And at this time.

Sitting next to Viserys, Illyrio watched the farce unfold with indifference, his expression unchanged. Then he whispered something in Viserys' ear.

Illyrio didn't bring a translator; he seemed to understand Dothraki on his own.

"Ah."

Viserys nodded slightly, then paused for a moment before turning to look at the wealthy merchant governor beside him.

"Your Excellency, what did you just say was the name of Barbau's son?"

Illyrio paused for a moment, then explained again.

"Drogo".

"Drogo?"

Viserys sat in his chair for a long while, blinked, and then took a deep breath.

When he suddenly faced the murderer who killed him in the original timeline, he thought he would be afraid and panicked. After all, not many people can calmly face their own life and death, especially the murderer who killed them.

However, the reality is...

Viserys tried to sense it, but found that he didn't seem to have such emotions.

He just suddenly felt...

Fate, amazing.

Chapter 91 Mansion

Illyrio, unaware of Viserys's thoughts, noticed a slight change in the young king's expression upon hearing the name of Balboca's son, Drogo, as if he had heard the name somewhere before.

"Old Kao is promoting his son."

On the other side, Balboca sat on his ivory and gold throne, raising his wine cup high, still speaking in a language Viserys couldn't understand.

The other governors of Pentos, including Illyrio and Viserys, also raised their glasses and drank them down.

However, Viserys did not drink alcohol; his cup contained milk.

He knew that he was not at an age where drinking alcohol was appropriate, and that drinking milk was good for his physical development and could provide him with more protein. He knew that such an opportunity for development would not come again later.

Meanwhile, Illyrio, sitting next to Viserys, continued to explain in a low voice.

The other governors were terrified of Viserys, but Illyrio placed great importance on his communication with Viserys.

"Building momentum?"

Viserys held his wine glass and turned to look at Illyrio, who patiently explained.

“Each khalasar consists of several khas, each khas is led by a kho, and the kho is the most valiant warrior in the entire tribe.”

"However, Barbkao is already old..."