Chapter 90 Drogo

"This is my son, Drogo."

Balbokao sat on the throne of ivory and gold carelessly, with a plait of slightly gray hair hanging down behind his back, and a pair of fawn eyes swept across everyone present.

Then he patted his son Drogo on the shoulder and proudly introduced it in Dothraki.

"He is the greatest mounted warrior in this world, destined to lead the Kaa of the LS in the future."

Old Kaa's blood clan guards stood behind him with Arach's scimitars at their waists, staring fiercely at the surrounding Pantos governors, including the little king Viserys not far away.

And the son of Khao, named Drogo, sat beside his father, wiping the blood on his hands with the luxurious silk that had just been placed on the table of Prince Pentos.

Drogo seemed a little reticent, but he didn't hesitate when he just killed the messenger who symbolized war, as simple as pinching a chicken to death.

Then Drogo heard his father's voice, raised his head slightly, only made a dull sound of 'um', and didn't say much.

The dark and deep eyes looked around at everyone present, but stopped a little on Viserys's body, and then turned to him.

The taciturn son of Khal didn't set his sights on Viserys, but Drogo found that he didn't seem to be very old, and it was a little strange how there could be a teenager in this high-level banquet.

In the hall, there was silence, only some whispers.

The translators proficient in Dothraki translated Mawang's words to their respective masters, and all the governors looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

And Viserys was not equipped with an interpreter, so he didn't understand what Balbokao was saying. He just sat quietly in his seat and looked at everyone present with a scrutiny.

He felt that this banquet became more and more interesting, and every second had a new discovery.

Viserys started out in awe of the brutality of the Dothraki, shouting in the ornate hall.

However, until he watched the old Kaa lead his Bloodwrights up the steps, the thoughts in Viserys' mind were refreshed again, and it turned into surprise at Pantos' weakness.

Immediately afterwards, the good drama did not stop. Every minute and every second, it was surprising to find that Prince Pantos was so frightened by the horse king that he urinated his pants, drove off the throne and shrunk in the corner alone.

The herald, who was holding a long steel sword in his hand to symbolize the war, was killed by the terrifying young Dothraki man with his bare hands, and the body was thrown down the steps.

And all the governors of Pantos present were shocked, all of them could not wait to tuck their heads into their necks, and there was no one who dared to speak. Viserys was actually the most straight-backed among the 'adults' present. that one.

"This"

This intense and exciting scene made Viserys feel more shocked than ever.

"Pantos...to be so weak?"

Viserys never imagined that a few Dothraki would be able to poop on the necks of the governors of Pantos.

Although the prince of Pentos was only a symbolic puppet, after all, he was so humiliated by the Dothraki as the titular master of the city-state that none of these governors even spoke. And it's still in Pantos, their own one-third of an acre.

Viserys led 4,000 elite Andal warriors to Pantos, and Pantos was in such a panic that even the gates of the city could not be closed.

However, at that time, Viserys still had a slight awe for this ancient city-state.

After all, the tall city walls and magnificent buildings all show the profound and long history of Pantos.

Although Andalus has risen miraculously and rapidly, it is still far from a giant city-state like Pantos, no matter in terms of historical background, population, economy or military.

Although it seems that Pantos can't even make up an army of 10,000 people, but that is because of the limitation of the humiliation clause, Pantos still has strong war potential.

now.

The last bit of reverence in Viserys's heart not long ago disappeared, and only the farce in front of him was left with a cold eye, and there was even some faint activity in his heart.

Afterwards, Viserys heard Balbokao murmured in Dothraki again, and then patted the young Dothraki beside him.

The Dothraki, who had been noticed by Viserys for a long time, raised his head and looked around. Everyone rolled their throats in the face of this son of Kaa, and then quickly lowered their heads and dared not look directly at each other. Eye.

And his eyes stopped at Viserys for a while, and the little king happened to be looking at each other at that time.

The eyes of the two people face each other.

Those dark and deep eyes Gujing has no waves, as if he is examining a piece of prey.

However, Viserys felt a strong sense of crisis from the scalp to the heels, like the early warning mechanism of biological instinct, when faced with a beast that could threaten his life, he issued a strong warning, telling him to get away quickly.

"This guy."

The boy's brows frowned slightly, and the five fingers on the table couldn't help but clenched tightly.

But Drogo's eyes only stayed on Viserys's body for a second, and then the two eyes staggered from each other.

"Balbo Kaor just said that the man is his son, called Drogo."

"What the best mounted warrior in the world."

And at this time.

Illyrio, who was sitting next to Viserys, watched the farce that had just happened but also looked on indifferently, with no change in his face, and then whispered in Viserys' ear.

Illyrio didn't bring an interpreter, and he seemed to understand the Dothraki himself.

"Um."

Viserys nodded slightly, then he was startled again, then turned his head to look at the rich merchant governor beside him.

"Lord Governor, what did you just say the name of Balbokao's son?"

Illyrio froze for a moment, then explained again.

"Drogo."

"Drogo?"

Viserys sat in his chair for a moment, blinked, and took a deep breath.

In fact, suddenly faced with the murderer who killed him in the future, he thought he would be afraid and panic. After all, few people can face their own life and death lightly, especially the murderer who killed him.

But the reality is...

Viserys tried to feel it, and found that he didn't seem to have such emotions in his heart.

He just felt it suddenly.

Fate, amazing.