Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

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night.

Among the soldiers of Andalus was a young warrior, who was none other than Mil, a former friend of Bessie, the knight who served as a guard of Viserys.

However, their fates were different. His friend, who fought bravely, was knighted by His Majesty the King and rose to the rank of nobleman overnight, while he remained an unknown captain in the army.

The difference in their family backgrounds was also obvious. Because of her son, Bessie's mother was able to move into the castle and manage some servants and take care of the two princesses.

Because of his cowardice, Mil had nothing, but for this very reason, many familiar faces around him disappeared, while he remained alive and became a seasoned veteran.

He is now leading some recently rotated soldiers to dig holes in the soft ground in front of the battlefield.

Dig a hole?

Mir didn't understand why His Majesty would give such an order, but that's just how messed up reality is.

Chapter 114 The Messenger

At this moment, they were blowing in the night wind, smelling the stench in the air, and using the corpses of Dothraki men and warhorses as roadblocks.

And dig holes in the ground that are only as thick as an ordinary arm... no, a little thicker than an arm, perhaps only the size of a horse's calf.

what...

A young Andal man, his hair disheveled by the wind, stood on the land outside the city of Götöh, surrounded by other soldiers doing the same work: digging holes in the ground.

He felt he vaguely understood the reason behind His Majesty's order.

And at this time.

tata tao...

A faint sound of horses' hooves approached from afar.

Mil's ears twitched slightly as if he had heard something, and he was the first to raise his head. As expected of a veteran who had escaped death several times on the battlefield, vigilance was always his top priority.

distance.

On a dark, desolate plain, the young Andalus soldier, by the faint moonlight, could vaguely make out two people on horseback, who appeared to be Dothraki, rapidly approaching.

"Who goes there!"

The Andalus soldiers who were digging nearby also spotted the other side at this moment, and instantly became alert, putting down their shovels and pickaxes and drawing their short swords from their waists.

"stop!"

However, just as the soldiers of Andalus were startled and on high alert...

In the dim moonlight, they saw two Dothraki men, whose faces they couldn't make out, suddenly vanish from their sight.

"Ok?"

Where did they go?

Mil scratched his head slightly, wondering if he was seeing things. How could two living people suddenly disappear? However, he turned to look at the brothers around him and found that they seemed to be just as puzzled.

However, they then heard the painful neighing of warhorses and incomprehensible gurgling sounds, which did not sound pleasant and seemed to be cursing something.

Something unusual suddenly happened here, which quickly attracted the attention of the soldiers holding torches behind.

"Torch!"

Mir adjusted his helmet, then took a torch from someone nearby. A group of Andalus soldiers drew their swords and cautiously approached the source of the sound.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered two warhorses with broken legs lying on the ground, neighing in pain.

The people they were carrying on their backs were also thrown around quite hard, and now the two Dothraki men with braids were sitting on the ground rubbing their heads.

"They really are Dothraki!"

The soldiers of Andalus were instantly filled with anger and hatred. Countless comrades had died at the hands of the Dothraki during the day's fierce battle.

Moreover, among them were Andals and Rhoynar. The Andals fared better because they were farther away and suffered almost no attacks from the Dothraki.

However, the Rhoynar villages were close to the Great Grass Sea, and many Rhoynar people had been attacked by these barbarians.

Even setting aside the daytime fighting, the deep-seated hatred between them caused Andalus's soldiers to instantly turn red-eyed.

"It seems they're here to gather intelligence!"

"Kill them!"

A group of Andalusian soldiers drew their short swords and were about to pounce on the two Dothraki spies to kill them.

Of the two Dothraki, Kho'Gor's Bloodfist Guard Kho'Gor had just been thrown around and was still feeling dizzy.

He was riding his warhorse, humming a song, when he suddenly fell into a pit.

Who could possibly react to that?

Let alone him, even Khal Drogo would fall flat on his face.

Before Koso could fully react, they were surrounded by a group of Andalusians carrying torches and weapons.

Although he couldn't understand what the other person was muttering, Koso wasn't stupid. Judging from the other person's excited appearance, it didn't seem like they were saying anything nice.

Immediately afterwards, the flock of 'lambs' turned red-eyed and looked like they wanted to pounce on them and devour them alive.

Although Koso was somewhat dazed from the fall, he quickly scrambled to his feet, drew his scimitar, and assumed a posture of fighting to the death.

but.

Just as a conflict was about to erupt between the two sides, another Dothraki with Korso suddenly spoke in broken Westeros Common.

"Hey, stop!"

"We are Khal Drogo's messengers, and we've been brought to see you..."

The Dothraki's Common Tongue sounded a bit awkward, but the Andalusian soldiers present could understand it.

The other party didn't seem to know much about Andalus, nor did they know how to address Andalus's master.

“Take me to see your...Governor.”

Finally, the Dothraki man, his face flushed and neck red, finally figured out what he thought was the correct address.

However, although the soldiers of Andalus stopped when they heard that the other party was an envoy, they couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment when they heard that the other party wanted to see the governor of Andalus.

"The Governor?"

"Where would we find a governor here?"

Fortunately, Mir understood what the other person was saying and stepped forward to help the Dothraki translator out of the predicament.

"All right."

"It seems that these two envoys have come to negotiate with our King."

The misunderstanding was finally cleared up.

Afterwards, Mir led the two Dothraki envoys back to G. Doho's camp.

Having just experienced a false alarm, the Dothraki translator was alright, since he could barely understand what the Andals and Rhoynar were saying, and the mental pressure wasn't too great.

Meanwhile, Kho'Gol's Blood Guard, Kho'Gol, was on high alert, like a frightened cat, constantly watching his surroundings and instinctively placing his hand on the hilt of his sword at the slightest disturbance.

Not long afterward, two Dothraki messengers were brought into Viserys's tent.

The night was getting late.

However, the young king had not rested yet; his energy was far greater than that of the others.

There was half a burning white wax stick on the table.

At this moment, he was in his tent, looking at the marching map on the table and pondering a strategy to defeat the enemy, while on the surface, Viserys seemed to be staring blankly at the map.

And at this time.

The guards outside the tent came in and whispered a few words in Viserys' ear.

"Ok?"

The young king raised his head slightly, his pale purple eyes sparkling.

He then looked down at the map on the table, pondered for a while, and finally nodded.

"Let them in."

Chapter 115 Challenge

soon.

Two Dothraki messengers were brought into Viserys' tent.

The young king sat on his bed, draped in a soft cloak, his long hair flowing freely down his back, calmly watching the two messengers enter.

Interestingly, the one walking in front of the two Dothraki had a gloomy look and an arrogant expression, while the one walking behind had a humble expression, presenting a completely opposite attitude.

Why did two people have such completely different attitudes when they were on the same mission?

Which one best represents Drogo's will?

"Your Excellency the Governor."

And at this time.

The Dothraki who was walking at the back was the first to bow with one hand on his chest, using the etiquette commonly used on the continent of Essos. He spoke in the common language of Westeros and addressed Viserys with the unique title found only in the Free City-States: 'Governor,' which looked somewhat awkward and comical.

However, Viserys merely raised an eyebrow slightly, remaining seated on his bed as he watched the two people enter, before nodding.

"Please sit down."

Before Viserys could even speak, the Dothraki who was at the front walked straight to the side and sat down on a cushion next to Viserys's bed.

"presumptuous!"

The guards inside the tent were furious when they saw this and were about to reprimand them, but Viserys stopped them with a look.

The young king then withdrew his gaze and looked with great interest at the Dothraki man, whose face was arrogant and whose eyes were gloomy; judging from his appearance alone, he was a cruel person.

He had witnessed the arrogance and domineering nature of the Doslak people more than half a year ago, no, a year ago.

Drogo's father, Balbocao, attended the banquet in Pentos with only a few Blood Guards. He barged directly to the throne of ivory and gold, scaring the Prince of Pentos so much that he wet himself. Then he sat on the throne himself, while the governors of Pentos didn't dare utter a single word.