Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Therefore, after the war ended, Viserys ordered a search for Drogo's body, which has now finally been found.

"Yes."

Viserys was wearing a white animal skin cloak to prevent himself from catching a cold from the wind after sweating profusely inside his armor.

Under current medical conditions, even a common cold is considered a serious illness.

Now, he and Oberyn walked side by side through the ruins, enduring the nauseating smell in the air, and continued to move forward.

"Go away, go away, move aside."

The attendants then separated the soldiers who were watching from the front.

"His Majesty."

"His Majesty."

"Prince."

While cleaning up the battlefield, the Andalusian soldiers who were gathered around to look at Drogo's body saw Viserys and Oberyn approaching side by side and quickly made way for them.

"Ah."

Viserys looked a little tired, but he nodded slightly and patted the shoulder of the soldier next to him.

Then, without saying much, he walked into the scene where he was being watched.

There were three bodies at the scene, which have now been cleared away, and the other charred corpses around them have been cleaned up.

"Your Majesty, Prince."

The officer in charge of cleaning up the battlefield, his face also smudged with soot, was reporting to Viserys.

"When they were found, they were buried under many bodies, and it took a lot of effort to dig them out."

"However, some parts of the body are still missing."

The three charred corpses on the ground are not complete; some of their belongings are still intact. The soldiers have tried their best to piece them back together from the sea of ​​corpses, but many things are still missing.

Viserys, of course, did not blame the soldiers for this, and nodded slightly.

"well done."

He then walked up to the three charred corpses, squatted down, and examined them carefully.

Viserys didn't recognize the other two skeletons, which looked slightly weaker, but he immediately recognized the strong one among them.

"This... does really look a bit like Drogo."

When Viserys saw him, he felt a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Although the body was burned beyond recognition, it was still vaguely recognizable based on his previous dealings with Drogo.

"It must be him."

Oberyn was also by Viserys' side. He had fought Drogo at close range on the battlefield and had a deep impression of him.

The charred corpse is now tall and strong, suggesting it was quite robust in life, similar to Drogo, except that its braid has been burned away.

Otherwise, this would be the most compelling evidence.

"It's a pity his hair was burned off."

Oberyn showed no fear and raised his hand to fidget with Drogo's head.

"No one in this Karasa has longer hair than Drogo, and it is said that this guy has never lost a battle since he was born."

Although their last encounter ended in a draw, Oberyn had a vague feeling that he was probably no match for Drogo.

This Dothraki horse king seems to be a terrifying killer born for battle.

"However... he has now lost the battle, and this defeat has directly cost him his life."

Oberon shook his head slightly and clicked his tongue in regret.

If he could, he would like to fight Drogo again. Then, the tall Dornish man stood up from the ground.

“I’m starting to believe what you said, Viserys.”

"If this guy can continue to live, he might really become the most powerful horse king on the Great Grass Sea."

"When I have time later, I'll write him a poem."

Prince Dorne, a romantic and erudite man, had a habit of writing poetry.

Moreover, the poems he wrote were of extremely high quality. If he had let go of his hatred and his identity as a member of the Martell family, perhaps he would have chosen to become a bard.

"what ever."

Viserys, still gazing at the somewhat familiar face before him, raised his head and spoke.

"Go find a few Dothraki prisoners and identify them again."

Viserys then pointed to the two corpses beside him.

"Let's double-check their identities."

"clear."

...

Soon after.

The Dothraki translator and prisoners were brought over, and Viserys repeated what he had just said.

The prisoners and the translator looked at Drogo's corpse with a hint of sadness in their eyes, then nodded, confirming his identity once again.

"Your Majesty the King of the Seven Kingdoms, this is Khao's corpse."

“And those two were his blood-sworn guards, Hago and Kohoro.”

The Dothraki translator explained everyone's words, and Viserys was finally completely relieved.

It seems that Drogo has indeed been burned to death.

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Viserys breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling as if the heavy burden that had been weighing on his shoulders had finally been lifted.

Drogo is dead.

This also means that his originally tragic life trajectory was completely changed at this time.

However, at this time...

"Look!"

"Everyone, look at the sky! What's that?!"

Suddenly, a noisy and chaotic sound came from afar.

Then a soldier standing next to Viserys suddenly spoke up.

"Ok?"

"what happened?"

Viserys and the many Andalusian soldiers around him heard his voice and looked up at the sky.

Then we saw a red comet with a long tail cutting through the sky.

"this..."

Viserys looked up at the brilliant red comet in the sky, his eyes widening slightly.

Chapter 131 An Unexpected Accident

"This is..."

Viserys stood before Drogo's corpse, staring blankly at the sky alongside the surrounding soldiers.

The smoke of battle had not yet completely dissipated, and there were charred corpses, tattered armor, wounded soldiers, and flags that were only half-finished everywhere.

The devastation on the ground contrasted sharply with the splendor in the sky.

"This signifies that His Majesty has defeated the Dothraki!"

"This is the good news that the seven gods have sent down."

People whispered among themselves, marveling at the beautiful astronomical spectacle.

At that moment, an Andal soldier spoke up in a low voice, clearly flattering Viserys.

However, his words were immediately refuted by a Loyna soldier.

"You old bald man, you're talking nonsense again."

“We are now on the banks of the Mother River, which must be the blessing of the Lorne River to His Majesty.”

The two soldiers were arguing in hushed tones, but it was clear they had a good relationship and were mostly joking around.

"So...so beautiful."

"It's like a ruby."

Meanwhile, the soldiers standing beside Viserys gazed at the sky and murmured involuntarily.

really.

Every place and every person has their own interpretation of this red comet.

But making a wish upon a comet is something many people do without prior arrangement, placing their hopes on a vague and ethereal natural phenomenon.

Viserys' primary wish was naturally to survive, and to live a better life. If he could go a step further, he would naturally want to reclaim the iron chair, because it was a promise he had made to his mother.

The soldiers' wishes, on the other hand, were much simpler: to get promoted and make a fortune, just as he saw even a comet as a dazzling ruby.

Viserys gazed at the comet overhead and suddenly felt a strange sense of desolation.

I don't know what emotion it stemmed from.

Was it killing Drogo that finally changed his fate completely, or was it due to confusion arising from an unclear understanding of the road ahead?

Although he couldn't remember the exact time, Viserys still remembered that the red comet should have appeared after his sister Daenerys had grown up.

It also seems to represent the return of magic.