Then a night passed, and finally the sky turned white.
The fire in Pentos City was finally extinguished, and the battle between Khals seemed to have come to an end.
early morning.
The gates of Pentos are finally opened.
The frightened citizens of Pentos mustered up the courage to walk out of their homes. The air was filled with a fishy smell and a burning smell.
The ancient Valyrian road east of Pentos City leading directly to Norvos is now littered with corpses.
This is a feast for scavengers.
Immediately, a group of vultures swooped down from the sky, wanting to share the feast. However, they were driven away by the Dothraki who survived the catastrophe. This group of scavengers kept circling in the sky and made a shrill scream.
's cry.
Last night.
This powerful khalasar fell into pieces with the death of Khal Barb.
Several Kors who led their respective Khas and tribesmen who were still loyal to their fathers led by Drogo started a fierce fight to compete for the position of Khal in accordance with the ancient traditions of the Dothraki.
However, there were two groups of Kas who escaped from the melee at the same time. They did not want their own people to be involved in this cruel meat grinder.
Therefore, the two Kaas left the khalasar under the leadership of their respective bandits and set off overnight to return to the prairie, preparing to form a new tribe with other Kaas, or join the command of other Kaos.
The result of this battle between Khals was that Drogo, son of Khal Balboa, became the only living contender for the position of Khal.
Several other leaders of Kaas have been killed by Drogo himself.
In the cruel tradition of the Dothraki, failure has no other option but death.
Drogo killed all his competitors with his own hands, reintegrated the mess left by his father, and became Khal Drogo.
A night of fighting.
The once powerful Khalasar had been shattered into pieces, with not even a tenth remaining. However, Khal Drogo was not in a hurry to leave Pentos, and returned to his hometown to find a place without other Khals to silently lick his wounds.
Instead, he led the newly integrated and broken Khalasar to the north of the city of Pentos aggressively, seemingly wanting to plunder Andalus' army to make up for last night's losses.
However, when Khal Drogo arrived with his khalasar, he learned that the army of Viserys and Andalus had set up camp and left here last night.
Although the Dothraki are a people on horseback and come and go like the wind, even if they start chasing now, they may be able to catch up with Andalus' army.
But after some thought, Drogo, who had just become Khal, finally gave up the idea of sending his army to continue the pursuit.
Now, the khalasar that my father left behind has tens of thousands of warriors. After a night of brutal fighting, only more than 3,000 warriors are left. They are running to death. Khal Drogo does not have as many people as the little king.
There are many people on board.
Moreover, his khalasar had just gone through a night of fighting, and then made a long-distance attack to chase down the opponent's strong Andalos army...
Although Khal Drogo was very confident in his morale and combat effectiveness, he also had to consider the issues of failure and loss.
Not to mention the chances of winning if this war continues, even if he wins, he will really be a bare-bones Kaa.
Therefore, Khal Drogo had no choice but to give up the idea of plundering Andalos. Originally, he wanted to recover some losses with this raid...
Sitting on an unusually strong, black-maned horse with thick hair, Khal Drogo's eyes were deep.
His shoulder was still wrapped in a bandage, and there was faint blood seeping out. This was the color he wore in the melee last night, and then he waved the riding crop in his hand fiercely in the air.
Snapped--
He pulled it out and let out a loud thunder, then turned the horse's head and roared in thick and rough Dothraki language.
"go home!"
The newly formed Karasane suddenly erupted in deafening cheers.
"Ho ho ho!"
The Dothraki warriors were riding on horseback, holding high their arakhs and cheering in celebration.
The Dothraki generally have no home, and they don't care where they go, and the "home" they talk about is naturally returning to their hometown, the vast Dothraki Sea prairie.
...
And after a while.
The army led by the little king set off overnight and rushed back to Andalos, and then finally saw the shadow of this city with only simple walls.
Rumble——
The castle gate opens.
Viserys had just returned to the castle and took off his equipment. Before he even had time to take a hot bath, Rhaenys and Daenerys rushed over.
"Brother, you are finally back!"
The girl with long brown hair dragged a little girl and broke into Viserys' bedroom.
Viserys had just taken off his coat at this moment, and his soft hair hung on the well-proportioned muscle lines of his back. When he heard the voice behind him, he turned his head slightly, revealing the perfect profile of his face under the silver hair.
Facial lines.
Viserys doesn't look very strong, he just has a well-proportioned figure, no big muscles and is even a little thin.
However, he was able to burst out with such powerful force that he knocked Bessie off the horse and fell to the ground, while his legs clamped the horse's belly and his upper body did not waver at all. This kind of powerful core strength is truly enviable.
"Alas..."
The girl broke in and saw Viserys changing clothes, and her face turned red inadvertently.
But he still showed a disgusted expression.
"Renice, how many times have I told you."
"Who told you not to knock on the door?"
Viserys turned his back to Rhaenys, then found a clean and tidy top and put it on, then turned around and looked at the girl behind him, and spoke in a calm voice.
"Hey, it's not like I haven't seen it before. Why are you so secretive?"
Rhaenys pouted slightly when she heard Viserys starting to lecture her again.
The fate of the Targaryen family members was tragic. After the death of Queen Layla, Viserys and Rhaenys depended on each other for their lives.
The two of them even have to pull a smaller kid together, just like they are carrying their own daughter.
Rhaenys also grew up quickly during this process and took care of her aunt who was younger than her.
Because she didn't want the servants to do it, Rhaenys had to change her aunt's diapers, teach her how to walk, how to talk, how to wipe her own buttocks, and how to dress herself.
While the two were talking, little Daenerys, whose hand was being held by Rhaenys, hesitated several times.
Then he finally couldn't help it and timidly raised his little hand in protest.