Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Meanwhile, the head of Khal Drogo's Bloodfist Guard, Korso, rolled to the ground.

And at this time.

"Prince Oberon".

The voices of guards could be heard outside Viserys's tent.

Oberyn then lifted the tent flap and walked in, just in time to witness the bloody scene of Viserys beheading the Blood Oath Guard with his final strike.

Oberyn looked up with slight surprise at Viserys, who had killed someone without even blinking.

Then Viserys was seen handing the blood-stained sword back to the guard, and then taking a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

Oberyn paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought, before finally speaking and asking.

"You seem to be trying to provoke Khal Drogo."

"why?"

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"why?"

Viserys turned around, glanced at Oberyn, who had rushed over after hearing the news, and was wiping the blood off his hands. He then looked away and spoke calmly.

"Naturally, it was to kill him."

Upon hearing the young king's words, the Dornish man's long, thin brows furrowed slightly. He sensed the killing intent in Viserys's voice. In a battle between armies, wanting to kill each other was understandable, but...

He always felt that there was a deeper meaning behind Viserys' words.

"What grudge do you have against this Dothraki horse king?"

Oberon asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No."

Viserys shook his head.

It's obvious he wasn't telling the truth.

However, Viserys' only interaction with Drogo was at the banquet in Pentos, and the two only exchanged a glance without saying a word. It's not reasonable to assume they have a grudge.

"Is that so?"

Oberon raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded.

Meanwhile, the guards moving around inside the tent had already retrieved Koso's head, and the headless body was dragged out, leaving a clear trail of blood on the ground.

The other guards fetched a bucket of water and quickly washed the filth off Viserys' tent.

They watched helplessly as Khal Drogo's Blood Oath guards were personally beheaded by this seemingly young and refined young man. The young man's handsome face showed no sign of surprise, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

The other Dothraki translator, who was still being held captive, was so terrified he almost wet himself. Luckily, he had been sold into slavery by the Golden Company as a child; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived to adulthood in the Dothraki tribe.

"His Majesty."

"What should we do with this person...?"

One of the guards holding the Dothraki man asked.

"Ok?"

Viserys handed the blood-stained handkerchief back to the guard beside him and glanced at the trembling Dothraki translator.

He had even forgotten about this person.

However, to provoke Drogo, all that's needed is the head of his Blood Oath Guards. The translator is actually dispensable, and there's no one in Viserys' army who speaks Dothraki, so his abilities might come in handy.

"If he wants to live, give him a chance."

Viserys glanced at him, then spoke calmly.

When the Dothraki translator heard that Viserys was willing to spare his life, he nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I do, I do."

Viserys then waved his hand, and the translator was led away by the guards.

Oberyn stood there, stroking his soft beard, watching Viserys's back. He opened his mouth as if to ask something, but ultimately didn't.

...

The next morning.

Several Andalusian knights, riding swift horses, arrived at the Dothraki's simple camp, carrying the head of Khal Drogo's Blood Guard, Korso, on the tip of their spears.

He reined in his warhorse from a great distance, shouted a few times, and then threw Koso's head to the ground.

The Dothraki, seeing these lambs daring to ride out on horseback in a provocation, were enraged. Several hot-tempered Dothraki warriors, shirtless, climbed onto their horses and gave chase.

However, the knights of Andalus were far away and made their escape a step ahead. The enemy, having learned their lesson, dared not continue forward until they reached the spot where the knights had just stopped, where they discovered a lone human head on the ground.

"Stop."

As a blood-sworn guard of Khal, Koso was naturally recognized by many of the Khalasar's people. Upon seeing Koso's head, the Dothraki who had been chasing after him immediately sensed that something terrible was about to happen.

"this..."

For every Khao, the Blood Guards are not only protectors, but also brothers-in-arms and partners in life and death; their bond is stronger than gold and stone.

Throughout Khal's daily life, the Blood Guards remain by his side, an ancient Dothraki tradition requiring them to follow him in death. If Khal dies in battle, the Blood Guards will dedicate the rest of their lives to avenging him, and then commit suicide after their vengeance.

Khal and his blood oath guards could share everything except their mounts, including his wife; they could sleep in the same tent and drink the same wine.

Now, Khal Drogo's "blood of my blood" has been beheaded and left here, without even being cremated. This is a very serious matter in Dothraki tradition, because it means that Korthor's soul will have nowhere to go.

Khal Drogo must reclaim his body for his sworn brother, stitching Corso's head back together with his body and then cremating him so that Corso's soul can reach heaven and become a warrior riding a herd of flaming horses in the night sky.

"Oh no—"

The Dothraki warriors exchanged glances, a chill running down their spines. They had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen.

Perhaps only by slaughtering all these lambs could Khal Drogo, enraged, quell his fury.

“Let’s go back and tell Kao.”

The situation is urgent.

Without wasting any more time, a Dothraki warrior grabbed Korso by the spot on his head where his braid had been cut off, and with the Blood Guard's head in hand, he flipped himself onto his warhorse.

Then he spurred his mount and headed straight for Khal Drogo's tent.

...

A moment later.

"My blood's blood..."

Inside Khal Drogo's golden tent, the atmosphere was extremely tense. All the khores who led their respective khores had rushed to Khal Drogo's tent upon hearing the news.

Drogo's other two Blood Guards, the slightly older Kohoro who had once saved Drogo's life, and the huge, taciturn Hago, stood behind Drogo, their eyes filled with sorrow and anger.

They were brothers in arms, having sworn a blood oath to become Drogo's blood sworn men, yet now one of them has been lost.

Meanwhile, Khal Drogo himself sat on the throne, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were even turning slightly white, and his knuckles made a soft cracking sound.

At that moment, he also realized who his enemy was.

He had almost forgotten about it, but at this moment he finally remembered the silver-haired boy he had met in Pentos a year ago who had made him feel a faint threat.

At this moment, he killed his own blood oath guard, cut off his head, and humiliated himself.

"Beetles will chew your eyes."

Inside the tent, Khal Drogo's voice suddenly rang out. He seemed to be talking to himself, then stood up and drew his scimitar.

"Worms will crawl in your lungs."

All the Dothraki were filled with dread.

"Raindrops will fall on your rotting skin—"

"Until you're nothing but bones!"

boom--

Then, Drogo smashed the table in front of him with a punch.

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beep--

The war horn has sounded once again.

The countless Dothraki gathered once more, and after a night's rest, their spirits were once again at their peak.

Rumbling--

Then he charged aggressively at Ge Duohe.

...

Far to the east of the distant Velvet Mountains.

The ancient city ruins of Gödoho, once home to the Loyna people, are witnessing a major battle, one of the most intense in recent years.

The main protagonists of the war were the Rhoynar and Andal, who had lost the glory of their ancestors and were gradually declining, and they united as one.

The Dothraki, who swept across the continent of Essos, their powerful iron hooves trampling every inch of land, were almost impossible to defeat.

Enraged, Khal Drogo swore a deadly oath to cut off Viserys' head and let his body rot and be crawling with maggots.

Meanwhile.

distance.

In the city of Andalus.

While Viserys was on a military expedition, taking advantage of the rebellion that broke out on the Iron Islands across the Narrow Sea, King Robert focused all his attention on suppressing the rebellion and dispatched a large army to continue expanding his territory in this unclaimed land, gradually becoming a powerful force that could not be ignored on the continent of Essos.

The city-state of Andalus, which unified the Andals and some of the Rhoynar, encompassed numerous villages and towns and possessed formidable military capabilities.

Viserys's six-month-long campaign only saw him return to Andalus a few times. The last time he returned to the castle was three months ago after conquering the Rhoynar on both sides of the Upper Rhoyne River. This time, Viserys has headed south to the Velvet Mountains and has not yet returned.