Chapter 117 Rage

"why?"

Viserys turned around and glanced at Oberyn, who had heard the news behind him. At this moment, he was wiping the blood on his hands, then withdrew his gaze and said in a calm tone.

"Naturally to kill him."

Hearing the little king's words, the Dornishman's narrow and thin brows knitted slightly. He heard the killing intent in Viserys's voice. Of course, it was reasonable for the two armies to fight against each other and want to kill each other, but.

He always felt that there was a deeper meaning in Viserys' words.

"What feud do you have with this Dothraki horse king?"

Oberyn asked curiously.

"No."

And Viserys shook his head.

Clearly he wasn't telling the truth.

However, the only interaction between Viserys and Drogo now is at the bantos of Pantos, and the two of them just met face to face.

"Is it?"

Oberyn frowned slightly and nodded.

The guards who shuttled around in the tent had already picked up Ke Suo's head at this moment, and the headless body was dragged out, leaving a clear bloodstain on the ground.

The other guards went to fetch a bucket of water and took the time to wash off the filth in Viserys' tent.

Watching Khal Drogo's blood ally guard beheaded by this young and elegant young man in front of him, there is not even a trace of strangeness on the other side's delicate face, just like eating and drinking water. .

The other Dothraki translator who was still in custody was almost scared to pee his pants. Fortunately, his character was sold to the Golden Corps as a slave since he was a child, otherwise he would not have survived in the Dothraki tribe. grow up.

"His Majesty."

"What about this person?"

The guard who was holding the Dothraki asked.

"Um?"

And Viserys returned the blood-stained handkerchief to the guard beside him, and glanced at the shivering Dothraki translator.

He had even forgotten about this man just now.

But if you want to provoke Drogo, you only need the heads of his blood clan guards. This translation is actually optional, and there are no people who can speak Dothraki in Viserys' army. His ability may be Could come in handy.

"Give him a chance if he wants to live."

Viserys glanced at him, then spoke calmly.

And the Dothraki translator heard that Viserys was willing to give him a way out, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I do, I do."

Then Viserys waved his hand, and the translator was taken down by the guards.

And Oberyn stood there, rubbing the soft beard of his chin, looking at Viserys' back, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask.

The next morning.

Several Andalus knights on fast horses, carrying the head of Khal Drogo's blood allied guard Koso with the tips of their spears, came to the humble camp of the Dothraki.

He restrained the warhorse at a great distance, then shouted a few times, and then threw Koso's head on the ground.

The Dothraki in the distance were furious when they saw that these lambs dared to provoke them on horseback. Several grumpy Dothraki warriors climbed on their horses with their upper body naked and ran after them.

However, the knights of Andalos were far away, and they slipped away one step ahead.

"Stop."

As Kaa's blood ally, Ke Suo was naturally known by many members of the LS clan, and when he saw Ke Suo's head, the Dothraki who were chasing after him immediately felt that something was wrong.

"This"

Blood Guards are not only guardians, but also life and death brothers and partners for each Kaa, and the relationship between them is stronger than that of Jinshi.

The Bloodweds will always be by his side in his daily affairs, and ancient Dothraki tradition requires them to follow him when he dies. If Khal dies in battle, the Bloodweds will do everything in their power for revenge for the rest of their lives, and commit suicide after revenge.

Between Kaa and his blood clan guards, everything can be shared except for the mount, even his wife, who can sleep in a tent and drink a glass of wine together.

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 Dothraki tradition, as it means that the soul of Koso will have nowhere to go.

Khal Drogo must reclaim his body for his living and dead brother, sew Kotho's head to his body, and then cremate him, so Kotho's soul can reach the kingdom of heaven and ride the flames in the night sky. Warriors of Gunma.

"Oops--"

The Dothraki warriors looked at each other and felt some scalp tingling. They have a vague feeling that something terrible will happen next.

In his rage, Khal Drogo may only be able to quench his wrath by killing all the lambs.

"Go, go back and tell Kaa."

It's urgent.

Then, without wasting any time, a Dothraki warrior grabbed the top of Koso's head where the braid had been cut off with one hand, and turned over and climbed onto the warhorse with the head of the Blood Guard.

Then urge his mount to go straight to Khal Drogo's tent.

After a moment.

"Blood of My Blood"

In Drogo Kaa's golden-topped tent, the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, and all the Kou who led Kath had heard the news and rushed to Kaa's tent.

Drogo's other two blood ally guards, the slightly older Cohoro who once saved Drogo's life, and the huge, taciturn Hago all stood behind Drogo, with sadness in their eyes. and anger.

They are all brothers of life and death. They once made a blood oath to become Drogo's blood ally, but now they have lost one.

And Khal Drogo himself was sitting on the throne at the moment, his fists were clenched, his nails were even faintly white, and the knuckles kept making soft noises.

At this moment, he also knew who the enemy he was facing was.

He had even forgotten about it at first, but at this time he finally remembered again, the silver-haired boy he saw in Pantos a year ago who made him feel a faint threat.

And at this time he killed his own bloodguard, cut off his head and humiliated himself.

"Beetles chew your eyes."

Inside the tent, Khal Drogo's voice sounded abruptly, he seemed to be talking to himself, then stood up and drew his machete.

"Worms crawl in your lungs."

All the Dothraki couldn't help but tremble.

"Raindrops will hit your rotting skin—"

"Until you only have a handful of bones left!"

boom--

Then Drogo smashed the table in front of him with a punch.