The giants were so ferocious that even the Dothraki, who were known for their ferocity, were devastated, but the people on the grasslands were not fools and would not continue to confront the giants head-on.
The Dothraki used roundabout tactics. They first killed all the giants' companions, and then successfully brought down the two big guys through clever tactics of hunting large prey.
They were tied up tightly with iron ropes and put into an elephant cage.
Kago, the bloodrider of Viserys, thought that these two big guys might be useful to Kaa, so he kept them.
"Mg Maz Tundor Dor Weg."
Viserys whispered the name softly, and a tall, gray-haired adult giant in the iron cage turned his head and glanced at Viserys coldly.
The one who was smashing the cage was a female giant. She looked a bit smaller than this Mag. She was about twelve feet tall and at 3.6 meters tall, she was also an adult giant.
Not long ago, Viserys interrogated the wildlings who were captured alive. Fortunately, many of the wildlings were proficient in the ancient language as well as the common language.
They understood the giant's situation and confessed everything honestly in order to survive.
The savages do not have a 'king', nor do they have nobles or commoners, but all of them call Magg the 'Giant King' or 'Morg the Strong'.
Because he is the strongest warrior among the giants, with a height of fourteen feet, which is more than four meters tall, almost reaching the limit of a giant.
This female giant is Mag's 'queen', and her name is Ada Marsh Hende Doron Elie. The savages call her 'Gentle Ada'.
However, this 'gentle' one is obviously more teasing than real, as Ada seems even more irritable than her kingly husband.
The number of giants is extremely rare and they have suffered many casualties in battles with humans and white ghosts. The savages do not know if there are other giants.
But when they were wandering around in Tibet and hiding in the north, they only encountered two giants. Maybe all the other giants were dead.
When he realized that they were probably the last two giants in the world, Viserys looked at them in an unusual way, as if he were seeing a first-level protected animal sitting in a prison.
And there is one male and one female.
Giants are humanoid creatures, and obviously cannot be classified as humans. No wonder even the Dothraki look at giants with fear, because they are too tall.
Viserys took the wildling interpreter and tried to chat with the giant king, but the other party ignored him, which made Viserys feel a little frustrated.
However, when the other party saw that Viserys could ride a dragon, his eyes widened slightly in surprise.
It seemed that he did not expect that a weak human being could control a monster that was more powerful than him, but Viserys still found it very interesting.
"Hey."
"Want to make a bet? Big guy."
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Viserys was riding a war horse, and the iron cages containing the two giants were placed on two carriages and dragged forward by several pack horses.
The giant dragon hovered in the sky and roared, and the endless Dothraki army advanced slowly on the ground, while Viserys followed the carriage and took the time to chat with Mago for a few more words.
"If you defeat me, I can let you go."
"If you lose, you must 'submit' to me."
The term "submission" in ancient language is different from that in common language. It is equivalent to "recognizing big brother", just like the giant once willing to help Mance Rayder, the king beyond the wall. The binding force is not as strong as that of the king and his subjects.
He didn't chat too much with 'Gentle Ada'. Firstly, this woman had a bad temper, and secondly, her husband was right next to her, so Viserys still had to avoid suspicion.
However, although Mago's temper is not as violent as his wife's, she has a habit of being taciturn. She seems to have accepted her fate and usually stays in the cage without much struggle. However, in Viserys' view, the other party has not accepted his fate.
Rather, he is waiting for a suitable opportunity.
After hearing the ancient language translated by the savage, Mago, who had gray and white hair, slowly turned his head. Compared to his huge head, his eyes were not big, but compared to normal people, they were still huge.
Eye.
Mag's eyes were gray and black, and she stared at Viserys coldly, as if she was looking at a fool.
He had never heard of a human being who wanted to compete with him in terms of strength. He could smash the little guy in front of him into a pulp with one punch.
But this is a good opportunity for him to escape
Then Mago nodded slowly.
"Kaa."
The bloodrider Kago who was following him on the other side was shocked when he heard that Viserys wanted to challenge this big guy to a duel.
However, Kago was not afraid, and instead took the initiative to express his willingness to fight this big guy in place of Viserys.
According to Dothraki rules, when a Kaa encounters a challenge from his own tribe, Kaa needs to take action himself. However, there are many exceptions to these. If some unknown people come to challenge Kaa, Kaa will be busy to death.
However, Kaa encountered a provocation from a foreign enemy, and the Blood Alliance Guards should fight in Kaa's place.
Kargo drew his Valyrian steel arakh and called for battle, but was stopped by Viserys.
"os."
The silver-haired young man turned his head and glanced at his loyal bloodrider.
He wanted to fight the giant because he was sure, but if Kago went up, he would really die.
Viserys' learning ability is pretty good, mainly due to his mental strength of nearly thirty, and he can memorize many things with a little attention.
Now he has mastered three languages, Common of Westeros, High Valyrian, and Dothraki.
After he chats more with the savage translator, maybe he can master some simple ancient expressions.
"The blood of my blood."
After hearing Kaa's order, Kago could only lower his head, put back the scimitar, and stood aside.
The king of giants, Strong Mag, has been released from the cage, and his heavy footsteps fell to the ground.
"call"
The giant exhaled white air from his thick nostrils and was slightly moving his muscles and bones that had been tied up for many days.
Although the Dothraki around looked at the giant with a little fear in their eyes, and they had indeed spent a lot of effort in capturing the opponent, the atmosphere instantly became high when they heard that Kaa was going to fight the giant in person.
stand up.
"Kaa!"
"Kaa the dragon!"
"Kill this big guy! Chop off his stuff and make soup!"
The Dothraki, who had oil paint on their faces and thick furs on their bodies to protect themselves from the cold, pulled out the scimitars from their waists, raised them high to reflect the light in the sun, and let out harsh howls from their mouths.
.
This kind of one-on-one battle can stimulate the Dothraki's adrenaline even more.