The sword chain made a sound. He was not wearing armor, but just like the Dothraki warriors around him, he just wore a thick animal skin cloak.
In fact, the Dothraki were extremely averse to wearing armor, but unfortunately it was too damn cold in the north. This group of Dothraki, who had never seen such a big scene before, was so cold that their faces turned pale and they could even walk straight.
Shivering.
Fortunately, Jon Clinton has the foresight. He once served as the Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms and naturally knows the situation in the North very well.
At that time, when the royal army planned to attack the northern border, they accumulated a large amount of furs and cotton in order to prepare winter clothes for the soldiers heading to the northern border to counter the rebellion.
However, it is a pity that the royalist army was completely defeated before reaching the northern border. These hoarded supplies were of no use. They should have been looted by the Lannister army when King's Landing was breached.
Now that winter has arrived, the north must be a hell on earth covered in ice and snow.
As Prime Minister, Jon Clinton asked the Dothraki to wear furs and armor. However, he encountered strong opposition from Kago, because this was the destruction of the Dothraki tradition, and he even went to his own Kaa to complain.
However, Jon didn't quarrel with Kago, he had already expected such an outcome.
The Dothraki refused, but he still took the time to prepare enough furs and asked tailors and craftsmen to customize them into pieces of animal skin cloaks, with waistcoats lined with boiled leather armor, and some key parts.
Equipped with metal plates for protection, it is considered an enhanced version of scale armor.
Then these fur scales with thermal insulation properties were brought to White Harbor along with the ship.
Viserys knew about this, but he did not ignore the Dothraki tradition and forced the khalasar warriors to wear armor.
However, less than half a day later, Kago took the initiative to come to the door on behalf of the vast number of compatriots, and carefully asked Kao if he could wear something warm?
Although the Dothraki are barbaric, they are not made of steel. They live in the warm grassy sea all year round. Where have they ever seen such a cold and freezing situation?
Therefore, these Dothraki warriors voluntarily put on the fur armor customized for them by Jon Connington, and regarded it as a treasure and were unwilling to take it off when sleeping.
For the first time, the Dothraki experienced the benefits of armor.
The cold wind was howling in the Riverlands, and although there was no snow falling, the temperature felt quite cold and very low.
Viserys was dressed in black, with a metal dragon's head medal on his chest, a black and red cloak, a gray wolfskin cloak on his shoulders, fine fluff fluttering slightly in the wind, and a long sword hanging on his waist.
, and on the other side is a Valyrian steel dagger.
Giant King Mag was ready, raising his huge head and looking at the little guy in front of him.
Viserys also had no fear standing in front of the giant, and his lavender eyes looked very calm. He had even seen the Night King, let alone a giant.
Then he smiled slightly and nodded.
"bring it on."
Viserys spoke in ancient language.
When his words came out, Giant Mag was slightly startled, as if he did not expect that he had mastered the ancient language in just a few days.
But he didn't think much about it immediately. Now was the key opportunity for him to escape. Then he roared and pounced directly on him.
"roar--"
The giant king was four meters tall, almost two and a half taller than Viserys. His huge size brought an extremely strong sense of oppression.
However, Viserys stayed with Balerion, who was dozens of meters long, all year round, so he did not feel any discomfort when facing giants.
Phew~
Mago punched hard, but Viserys nimbly dodged it. The punch hit the ground and immediately stirred up dust.
"It's huge, but it's not slow at all."
Viserys was slightly surprised.
The surrounding Dothraki formed a huge circle.
They saw that their Kaa was not afraid of the giant, and they immediately raised their scimitars and cheered.
The Giant King Mag was angry. He changed his taciturn character not long ago. He hammered his chest angrily and then pounced on this little guy who was as slippery as a loach.
However, the silver-haired young man's figure was very flexible, almost trying to play with the big guy in front of him, and he dodged again.
The Dothraki cheered even louder, while the wildling translator and the female giant Gentle Ada were almost dumbfounded. They never imagined that Mago would one day be tricked by a weak human.
The giant king desperately tried to catch the opponent but was in vain. Then Viserys did not draw his sword but pulled out the Valyrian steel dagger from his waist, rolled over and stabbed him in the knee.
Mago let out a deafening roar and suddenly fell to one knee, but then opened her arms fiercely and hugged Viserys.
However, the silver-haired young man rolled on the spot and dodged again, and then the dagger pierced his lower back again.
The giant's blood spread all over the earth, and when the Dothraki saw that Kaa had the upper hand and was hunting the big guy, their howls became even more fanatical.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Cut his head off! Scalp him!"
They expected to see more bloody scenes, to see their Kaa hunt down a huge savage with his own hands, to show his bravery.
Unfortunately, Viserys stepped on the shoulder of the giant Maggo, and the sharp dragon steel dagger was pressed against the back of his neck.
He could kill the giant in front of him with just a little force, but his hand stopped amidst Mag's heavy and rapid breathing.
"You lose, Margo."
The silver-haired young man spoke to the giant king in an ancient language.
Snap——
Viserys then put the dagger into its scabbard, then jumped off Maggo's shoulder.
The giant was so tall that even Viserys, kneeling on one knee, could not reach his throat.
When Mag saw that Viserys did not kill him, his heavy breathing suddenly relaxed slightly. Viserys jumped off him. He clenched his fist and seemed to want to take this opportunity to punch him.
The person who dies before his eyes.
However... in the end, Margo loosened her fist.
"I lost, human."
With blood flowing on her body, Mag's voice was as low as thunder, and then she stood up from the ground tremblingly.
But before he could stand still, he knelt down on one knee again and bowed his head slightly to Viserys, expressing his submission.
Year 283 of Aegon's calendar.
The mighty Dothraki army rushed to the battlefield, allowing the coalition soldiers to see the terrifying barbarian tribe for the first time.
After resting for a while, the alien walked out of the neck again.