However, the last sentence was added by the translator on his own initiative, because he still wanted to live and did not want to die.
When Viserys heard the Dothraki's request, he was slightly startled for a moment, then reacted, and couldn't help but smile on his handsome face.
"good."
"I agree to your challenge."
Then the little king stood up, took a long sword from the hand of a guard, and signaled the surrounding guards who were using their swords to force the blood alliance guard Kesuo to retreat.
The guards saw His Majesty the King readily agreeing and had no choice but to comply, but in fact they had nothing to worry about Viserys.
Because everyone in Andalus knows Viserys as the Silver Prince.
This title once belonged to Viserys's elder brother Rhaegar Targaryen. However, now this title is also crowned on Viserys' head. The story of the little king who killed someone at the age of seven is even more popular as a representative of ruthless martial arts.
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At the same time, because Viserys is underage, there has always been a habit of calling him a 'prince'.
However, it is obvious that Viserys's name only spread within the Andals Plains. Perhaps with the flow of caravans, it spread to several Free Trade Cities around Andalos, such as Pentos, Braavos, and Norvos.
etc.
The Dorthraks are naturally not among this group. They believe that all warriors come from the Great Sea of Grass and have a disdainful attitude towards other ethnic groups.
Khal Drogo's bloodrider Koso was released from his restraints. He moved his shoulders slightly, and then moved around his neck. The joints in his neck made a clicking sound.
In fact, he himself was a little surprised. He originally thought that the other party would never dare to accept his challenge, and it was just a struggle before death. But since this young man has the courage to accept his challenge...
Kesuo's eyes were gloomy and flashed with a fierce light. Of course he didn't want to die, and no one wanted to die.
What he wants now is to kidnap this young man during this battle and then take this opportunity to escape from here.
This was his only way to escape from Ge Duohe's death.
He even had the opportunity to catch the opponent directly in front of Khal Drogo, and he had made a great contribution, and maybe he could get a few beautiful...
The more Kesuo thought about it, the more he felt that this thing was reliable, and it all stemmed from this young man's trust.
At his age, he has just qualified to become a Dothraki warrior in the tribe. For such a young boy, does he really think that he will be safe with guards around him to protect him?
Corso is naturally not a waste to be one of Drogo's bloodriders. His hands are extremely dexterous and he can use two arakh scimitars at the same time and slit the enemy's throat with precision.
Therefore, Kesuo is extremely confident in his own strength. He will not kill this young man. He believes that he can capture him alive directly.
Corso challenged Viserys, and the guards stepped aside with another Dothraki to make way for the middle of the field.
Fortunately, Viserys's tent was big enough, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to stretch out his fists and feet.
The bloodrider moved his wrist for the last time, and then finally pulled out his arakh scimitar from his waist, and then rushed forward, letting out a strange roar from his mouth.
"Roar--"
The young bloodrider slashed directly at Viserys' neck with a knife, while the elegant silver-haired boy stood quietly with a sword in one hand, watching the opponent rush towards him with a pair of lavender eyes.
Then, with a slight flick of his feet, he easily dodged the opponent's knife.
"Um?"
Corso staggered and rushed out, then was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Viserys to dodge so easily, dodging his knife just right.
Coincidence?
Then Khal Drogo's bloodrider's face showed ferocity again, like an enraged vicious dog, roaring and rushing forward again with a scimitar in hand.
However, this time Viserys also nimbly dodged it.
"what happened…"
Corso is not a fool.
Now he naturally found that Viserys was not as easy to deal with as he thought, and his heart trembled for a moment, and he even had a vague premonition.
Kesuo, holding the arakh scimitar in hand, stared closely at the figure of the 'Silver Prince'. The pressure in his heart increased, his breathing became a little heavy, and his chest rose and fell slightly.
Phew~
Phew~
He vowed to see Viserys' dodge clearly this time.
Then, the right-hand man of Khal Drogo roared again and rushed forward ferociously for the third time.
Viserys decided not to play tricks on the Dothraki warrior this time, and his hysterical figure was reflected in his lavender eyes.
Then he ducked slightly to dodge his sword again, and at the same time, he held the guard's long sword tightly with one hand and slashed out.
puff--
Viserys struck the wrist of Corso's arakh holding the scimitar with his sword, and chopped off his right hand. Blood spurted out, and the scimitar in his hand was also chopped off.
His right hand fell to the ground together, making a sound.
clang clang clang——
The battle in the field is easy and enjoyable.
Viserys was playing tricks on the opponent, and every guard present could see it, so they were already relieved.
And Corso was like a trapped animal fighting, trying desperately to struggle, but in the end one of his hands was cut off by Viserys's sword.
One hand was cut off during the battle, and intense pain suddenly burst out, sweeping through Kesuo's brain like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
In an instant, the Dothraki's eyes widened, cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the muscles on his cheeks were beating.
"ah--"
Then Keso let out a painful roar and fell to his knees with a plop.
The only remaining hand was tightly grasping the bare arm, blood was still pouring out, and the expression on his face was so painful that it was even slightly distorted.
Seeing Koso's painful look, Viserys showed no mercy this time. He grasped the bloody sword hilt with both hands and raised it high again.
puff--
The next second.
The blood once again spurted out like a fountain, even splashing to the top of the tent.
Gululu——
The head of Khal Drogo's bloodrider Corso also fell to the ground.
And at this time.
"Prince Oberyn."
The voices of guards came from outside Viserys' tent.
Then Oberyn opened the curtain of the tent and walked in, just in time to see the bloody scene where Viserys cut off the heads of the Blood Guards with his last sword.
Oberyn raised his head in slight surprise and looked at Viserys who had killed a man without even blinking.
Then he saw Viserys handing the bloody sword back to the guard just now, taking a handkerchief and wiping his hands.
Oberyn was silent for a moment, seemingly thinking about something, and then finally asked.