Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Open the door!"

And at this time.

A commotion seemed to emanate from the palace atop the colossal nine-tower complex in the distance, and faint flames flickered to life.

Viserys, sitting on his horse, glanced back at the direction of the palace atop the Nine Towers. He had just led his soldiers through the chaos and seemed to have vaguely heard that Balbocao had been challenged and killed.

These Dothraki who have now entered Pentos seem to be vying for the position of the new Khal, while the old Khal's Blood Guard will do everything in their power to avenge him before committing suicide.

Meanwhile, the leaders of each of the Karas in the entire Karas are also the main contenders for the position of Khal, and they have people under their command.

Viserys had long heard that tens of thousands of Dothraki had come with the old Khal to the east of Pentos and were now waiting outside the city, but they were in a different direction from the Andal warriors, so they did not encounter them.

Drogo, the son of the elder Khal Drogo, is also a leading contender for the title of Khal Drogo.

Viserys wasn't really concerned about the fight for the Khal Drogo's position, nor did he know whether Drogo could successfully seize it with him acting as a wingman.

He is now thinking about the news of old Khal Drogo's sudden death.

He had just heard in the chaos that a Dothraki had suddenly stepped forward to challenge old Khal Drogo, and then successfully killed him.

However, Viserys couldn't help but feel that there was a strong sense of conspiracy going on.

It may be related to Pentos, or it may not be related to Pentos.

But accepting the invitation to this banquet was the only opportunity for Barbaka to leave the protection of his army.

Otherwise, Khao, who usually stays in Karasa and is protected by countless mounted warriors, is not someone that just anyone can see and challenge.

Although according to Dothraki tradition, the Khao who rules the khalasar cannot refuse the challenges of his people, wouldn't the Khao be exhausted if the Dothraki kept challenging him?

However, Viserys had no time to think about that. There were still tens of thousands of Dothraki outside, who were like a huge time bomb that could explode at any moment and affect the surrounding innocent bystanders.

If they knew their khal was dead and that each khal had received orders from their khal, who knows what would happen.

With the token of Governor Illyrio of Pentos in his possession, Viserys could naturally demand that the gates be opened so he could leave the city.

Moreover, the soldiers dared not provoke these hundred-odd iron canneries, and subsequently opened the city gates for Viserys.

"Come on!"

Viserys spurred his warhorse and charged out of the gates of Pentos, followed closely by a hundred knights.

Viserys then arrived at the encampment of Andalus' army and ordered all the soldiers, who had rested for most of the day, to break camp and leave this place, which was about to become a hotbed of conflict, at once.

It was late at night.

Viserys stood outside the city, the sea breeze carrying a deep chill that seeped into his clothes. The young king tightened his collar slightly.

Tap tap…

The white horse then easily stepped onto the hill and turned its head.

Viserys immediately stood on the high ground, watching the soldiers below packing up to leave, and at the same time, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

Chaos broke out to the east of Pentos, as the tens of thousands of Dothraki outside the city seemed to have learned of Khal's death.

In the city of Pentos, a raging fire was reflected in the boy's pale purple eyes.

Then he turned the horse around again.

"go!"

Chapter 93 Going Home

Viserys led his army away from Pentos.

A night passed, and finally, the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

The great fire in Pentos was finally extinguished, and the struggle for the Caucasus seemed to have come to an end.

early morning.

The gates of Pentos were finally opened.

The terrified citizens of Pentos mustered their courage and ventured out of their homes, where the air was thick with the stench of burning and fish.

Meanwhile, the ancient Valyrian road leading east of Pentos to Norfos was littered with corpses.

This is a scavenging feast for carrion.

Immediately, a flock of vultures swooped down from the sky, eager to share in the feast, but were driven away by the Dothraki who had survived the catastrophe. The scavengers circled in the sky, emitting mournful cries.

Last night.

This mighty khalasar was shattered with the death of Balbokao.

Several kho, each leading their own kho, and Drogo's remaining loyal followers engaged in a fierce battle to vie for the position of kho, following ancient Dothraki tradition.

However, two other groups of Cass escaped the melee, not wanting their people to be dragged into this cruel meat grinder.

Therefore, these two groups of khas, led by their respective khos, broke away from this khalasar and set off overnight back to the steppe, preparing to form new tribes with other khas or join the ranks of other khos.

The Khal Drogo competition ended with Drogo, the son of Barb Khal Drogo, becoming the only surviving contender for the Khal position.

The other leaders of Cass had all been killed by Drogo himself.

In the brutal traditions of the Dothraki, failure meant no option other than death.

Drogo personally killed all his rivals, rebuilt the mess left by his father, and became Khal Drogo.

A chaotic battle ensued overnight.

The once mighty Khalasa is now shattered and barely a fraction of its former self. Yet, Khal Drogo is not in a hurry to leave Pentos and return to his homeland to find a place where no other Khals are around to quietly lick his wounds.

Instead, he led the newly reorganized and devastated Karasa to the north of Pentos, seemingly intending to plunder Andalus's army to make up for the losses of the previous night.

However, when Khal Drogo arrived with his khalasar, he learned that Viserys and Andalus's army had already broken camp and left the area the previous night.

Although the Dothraki are a nomadic people who move swiftly on horseback, even if they start chasing now, they might still be able to catch up with Andalus's army.

However, after some deliberation, Drogo, who had just become a Khal, ultimately abandoned the idea of ​​leading his army to continue the pursuit.

Now, the Khalasa, which his father left behind with tens of thousands of warriors, has been reduced to just over three thousand after a night of brutal fighting. Some have died, and others have fled. Khal Drogo's forces are fewer than those of a minor king.

And his khalasar had just endured a night of fierce fighting, followed by a long-distance pursuit of the well-equipped and powerful army of Andalus...

Although Khal Drogo was confident in his morale and fighting prowess, he still had to consider the possibility of failure and losses.

Even if he wins this battle, he'll be left with nothing but empty shells.

Therefore, Khal Drogo had to abandon his plan to raid Andalus, as he had originally hoped to salvage some of his losses through this surprise attack...

Sitting atop an exceptionally strong, thick-maned black horse, Khal Drogo's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

His shoulder was still wrapped in bandages, with faint traces of blood seeping out—the marks he'd sustained in the melee the previous night. Then, he lashed out with his riding whip in the air.

Snapped--

He drew his horse and roared with a thunderous sound. Then he turned his horse around and roared in the rough, murky Dothraki language.

"go home!"

The newly formed Karasane erupted in deafening cheers.

"Hoohoho!"

The Dothraki warriors rode on horseback, raising their Arak scimitars in celebration.

The Dothraki people generally do not have a home and go wherever they want. When they say "go home," they naturally mean returning to their homeland, the vast Dothraki steppe.

...

And after some time later.

The young king's army set off overnight to return to Andalus, and finally saw the shadow of this city with only simple walls.

Rumbling--

The castle gates opened.

Viserys had just returned to the castle, removed his armor, and hadn't even had a chance to take a hot bath when Renee arrived with Daenerys.

"Brother, you're finally back!"

A girl with long brown hair, pulling a little girl along, barged into Viserys' bedroom.

Viserys had just taken off his outer garment, and his soft hair cascaded down his muscular back. Hearing the voice behind him, he turned his head slightly, revealing the perfect facial features beneath his silver hair.

Viserys didn't look very strong; he was just well-proportioned with no large muscles and was even a bit thin.

However, he was able to unleash tremendous power, directly throwing Bessie off her horse to the ground. Yet, with his legs tightly gripping the horse's belly, his upper body remained completely unshaken. Such powerful core strength was truly enviable.

"Alas..."

The girl burst in and saw Viserys changing clothes; her face flushed slightly.

But she still showed a look of disgust.

"Renis, how many times have I told you?"

"Who told you not to knock?"

Viserys turned his back to Renis, then found a clean and tidy top and put it on. Only then did he turn around and look at the girl behind him, speaking calmly.

"Tch, it's not like we haven't seen it before, why are you being so secretive?"

When Renis heard Viserys start lecturing her again, she pouted slightly.

The Targaryen family has a history of hardship, and after Queen Rhaela's death, Viserys and Rhaenys have been living together.

The two of them even had to help raise an even smaller baby, just like raising their own daughter.

Rene grew up quickly during this time, taking care of her aunt who was younger than her.

Because she didn't trust the servants to do it, Renis also had to change her aunt's diapers, teach her to walk, talk, wipe her own bottom, and dress herself.

While the two were talking, Daenerys, whose hand was being held by Renis, hesitated several times before speaking.

Then, finally unable to hold back any longer, she timidly raised her little hand in protest.

“Hey, Renis, he...he's my brother.”

"He's not your brother."