Viserys stood in front of Drogo's body and stared blankly at the sky with the soldiers around him.
The smoke around them has not completely dissipated, and there are burnt corpses, tattered armors, injured soldiers and only half of the flags everywhere.
The catastrophe on the ground was in sharp contrast with the splendor of the sky.
"This represents His Majesty's victory over the Dothraki!"
"This is the gospel sent down by the seven gods."
People whispered in low voices, shocked by this beautiful astronomical landscape.
At this moment, an Andal soldier whispered, obviously he was patting Viserys's rainbow fart.
However, his words were contradicted by a Rhoynar soldier.
"You old bald guy is farting again."
"We are now on the banks of the Mother River. This must be a blessing from the Lorne River to His Majesty."
The two soldiers were arguing in a low voice, but it was obvious that they had a good relationship and they were mostly joking.
"So...so beautiful."
"Like a ruby."
There were soldiers standing next to Viserys, looking at the sky and murmuring involuntarily.
really.
Every place and every person has their own different interpretation of this red comet.
But making a wish on a comet is still something that many people do in unison. They place their expectations on the ethereal natural scene.
Viserys' first wish is naturally to live and live a better life. If he can go one step further, he naturally hopes to regain the iron chair, because this is when he agrees to his mother's request.
The soldier's wish is to be more simple and unpretentious, to be promoted and get rich, just like when he looks at a comet, it looks like a brilliant ruby.
Viserys looked at the comet above his head, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable desolation.
I don’t know what kind of emotion it comes from.
Did killing Drogo finally completely change his past destiny, or was he confused because of the unclear understanding of the way forward?
Although he can no longer remember the exact time, Viserys still remembers that the red comet should not appear until his sister Daenerys grew up.
It also seems to represent the return of magic.
As one of his magic and occult consultants, Ms. Mili, said, she sensed that the power of magic was reviving.
However, the reality is that Daenerys is only six years old now, which is why Viserys feels confused.
Everything...
All in advance?
The changes in the world line have even advanced seven or eight years, making Viserys feel an inexplicable fear that is constantly attacking him.
This kind of fear comes from the unknown, just as people are always afraid of things they can't see.
Darkness, devil, future...
"There will be."
Then Viserys sighed and patted the daydreaming soldier on the shoulder...
No.
The little king raised his head and looked at the sky again. Now the sun was setting in the west and the sky was getting dark.
This battle lasted from morning until dusk and finally came to an end.
Viserys' good mood just now gradually calmed down and became dull. Then he waved his hand and asked the soldiers to give Drogo a good burial. This was a respectable opponent.
Then he asked the guard to stay here, and he wanted to go for a walk into the distance by himself.
"Bad mood?"
And Oberyn seemed to notice that the little king's mood suddenly became bad.
He had just been looking up at the blood-red comet above his head, but he didn't see any special meaning to this comet.
Then his dark eyes looked at Viserys's back.
"Um."
"I want to go for a walk alone."
However, Viserys did not look back and just waved his hand, which was regarded as a response to Oberyn not far away.
"Tsk...Okay."
The middle-aged man spread his palms, his short black slightly curly hair being messed up by the wind.
He didn't know why Viserys suddenly became depressed, but he still wanted to persuade him, but he didn't expect to be rejected outright.
Then Oberyn thought about the handwritten letter he had received from his brother from Dorne not long ago, and rubbed his temples slightly, feeling a little headache.
What should I say?
These days Oberyn has been looking for an opportunity to talk to Viserys about this issue.
However, before he could find the right opportunity, he was attacked by the Dothraki, and he never had time to mention it.
But this matter could not be delayed any longer. As Viserys grew older, Andalos' strength gradually grew...
This matter should be settled sooner rather than later, otherwise the interests of the Martell family cannot be protected.
Although Oberyn had stayed in Andalos for so many years and had become friends with Viserys, he still couldn't refuse the family's interests and his brother's will.
"Let's look for another opportunity later."
Oberyn looked at Viserys's retreating back and sighed.
The unrecognizable corpse of Khal Drogo on the ground had been carried away by the soldiers and placed on a shelf. There was a lot of firewood piled around, ready to be burned to ashes using the most traditional Dothraki method.
Oberyn moved his shoulders. After fighting all day, he was ready to go back and rest.
But at this moment.
Changes that no one expected were happening quietly.
The red comet with a long tail in the sky seems to be gradually enlarging in everyone's eyes.
At the beginning, no one took it seriously.
Viserys had gone for a quiet walk alone, and Oberyn also stretched his muscles and wanted to go back to rest.
Some soldiers were busy preparing for Drogo's funeral, while others were cleaning the battlefield.
Night gradually enveloped the earth, and the light of the red comet overhead even covered up the bright moon in the sky.
Then some soldiers noticed the abnormality and asked with some doubts and uncertainty.
"Is it... getting bigger?"
"Do you feel this way?"
After the first person reminded him, all the remaining soldiers who were secretly looking at the sky also reacted.
"Hey, it seems...is it true?"
"What's going on? Is it going to fall?"
The soldiers put down their work one after another and looked at the red comet that was getting bigger and bigger in the sky.
However, there was no expression of panic or fear on his face, instead he was whispering excitedly.
Because this thing flying from the sky seemed very small to them, only the size of a wheel.
A middle-aged soldier with a long pipe in his mouth took a puff of smoke, and then spoke in a faint voice.
"snort…"
"Such a small thing, even if it falls, it won't have much power, right?"
"Yes, that's right."
The surrounding soldiers also nodded, and they felt that there was nothing wrong with saying so.
I just killed the Dothraki, so what does a small gadget falling from the sky mean?