Viserys turned around and glanced at Oberyn who came after hearing the news. He was wiping the blood on his hands. Then he withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly.
"Of course it's to kill him."
After hearing the little king's words, the Dornishman's narrow and thin brows frowned slightly. He heard the killing intent in Viserys's voice. Of course it was reasonable for the two armies to confront each other and want to kill each other, but...
He always felt that there was a deeper meaning in Viserys' words.
"What's your feud with this Dothraki horse-lord?"
Oberyn asked a little strangely.
"No."
Viserys shook his head.
It was obvious that he was not telling the truth.
However, the only interaction between Viserys and Drogo now was at Pentos's banquet, and the two of them only met face to face without even saying a word. It would not be justified to say that there was hatred.
"Is it?"
Oberyn raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded.
The guards walking around the camp had already picked up Keso's head, and the headless body was dragged out, leaving a clear blood mark on the ground.
The other guards went to fetch a bucket of water and took the time to wash away the filth in Viserys' tent.
Watching helplessly, the bloodrider guard of Khal Drogo was beheaded by the young and elegant young man in front of him. There was not even a trace of color on the other person's delicate face. He was as ordinary as eating and drinking.
.
In addition, the Dothraki translator who was still being held in custody almost wet his pants in fear. Fortunately for him with such a character, he was sold to the Golden Company as a slave since he was a child, otherwise he would not have survived in the Dothraki tribe.
grow up.
"His Majesty."
"What should I do with this person..."
One of the guards escorting the Dothraki asked.
"Um?"
Viserys handed the bloody handkerchief back to the guard beside him and glanced at the trembling Dothraki translator.
He had even forgotten about this person just now.
But if you want to anger Drogo, you only need the heads of his bloodriders. This translator is actually dispensable, and there is no one in Viserys's army who can speak Dothraki. His ability may not be
It can come in handy for some purposes.
"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 give him a way to live, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"I do, I do."
Then Viserys waved his hand, and the translator was led down by the guards.
Oberyn stood there, stroking the soft beard on his chin, looking at Viserys's back, and then opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end no question came out.
...
The next morning.
Several knights of Andalus on fast horses came to the Dothraki's simple camp with the head of Khal Drogo's bloodrider Koso picked up on the tip of their spears.
He reined in the war horse at a far distance, then shouted a few times, and then threw Keso's head on the ground.
The Dothraki in the distance saw that these lambs dared to ride out to provoke them, and they immediately became furious. Several hot-tempered Dothraki warriors climbed onto their horses with their upper bodies exposed and gave chase.
However, the knights of Andalos were far away and escaped one step ahead. The opponent did not dare to move forward until they came to the place where they had just stopped and discovered a lonely human head on the ground.
"Stop."
As a bloodrider of Khal, Koso was naturally known by many of the Khalasar tribesmen. When they saw Koso's head, the Dothraki who were chasing him felt that something was wrong.
"this..."
Bloodriders are not only guards to every Kaa, but also brothers and partners in life and death. The relationship between them is stronger than gold and stone.
The bloodriders will always be by Khal's side in his day-to-day affairs, and ancient Dothraki tradition requires that they follow him when he dies. If Khal dies in battle, the bloodriders will remain with him for the rest of their lives.
Zhong tried his best to seek revenge and committed suicide after taking revenge.
Kaa and his bloodriders can share everything except their mounts, including his wife, who can sleep in the same tent and drink a glass of wine.
And now Khal Drogo's 'Blood of My Blood' has been cut off and thrown here without even being cremated. This is a very serious matter in the Dothraki tradition, because it means that Ko
Suo's soul will have nowhere to go.
Khal Drogo must take back his body for his brothers in life and death, sew Corso's head with his body, and then cremate him so that Corso's soul can reach heaven and become a ride of fire in the night sky.
The warrior of horses.
"Oops--"
These Dothraki warriors looked at each other and felt a little numb. They had a vague feeling that something terrible was going to happen next.
Khal Drogo, who fell into a rage, might only be able to extinguish his anger by killing all these lambs.
"Let's go back and tell Kao."
The matter is urgent.
Then, without wasting any time, a Dothraki warrior grabbed the place where the braid was cut off from Corso's head with one hand, and climbed onto his horse while holding the head of the Bloodrider.
Then he urged his mount and ran straight towards Khal Drogo's tent.
...
After a while.
"The blood of my blood..."
The atmosphere in Khal Drogo's golden-domed tent was extremely oppressive. All the Kou who led Kaas also rushed to Khal's tent after hearing the news.
Drogo's other two bloodriders, the older Koholro who once saved Drogo's life, and Hago, who was huge and taciturn, all stood behind Drogo, with sadness in their eyes.
and anger.
They are all brothers in life and death. They once swore a blood oath and became Drogo's bloodriders, but now they have lost one of them.
Khal Drogo himself was sitting on the throne at the moment, with his fists clenched, his nails even slightly white, and his joints making soft noises.
At this moment, he also knew who the enemy he was facing was.
He had even forgotten it, but at this moment he finally remembered it again. The silver-haired boy he saw in Pantos a year ago made him feel a slight threat.
At this time, he killed his bloodrider and cut off his head to humiliate himself.
"Beetles will chew your eyes."
In the tent, Khal Drogo's voice suddenly sounded. He seemed to be talking to himself, then stood up and drew his scimitar.
"The worms will crawl in your lungs."
All the Dothraki could not help but tremble with fear.
"The raindrops will hit your rotting skin -"
"Until you're nothing but a handful of bones!"
boom--
Drogo then smashed the table in front of him with one punch.