In the vast and magnificent sea of grass in Dothrak, a group of hundreds of people is moving fast.

The leader of the person, his face is resolute and cold, and his eyes are as black as agate stones.

Although he was strong, he didn't look as bloated as the average strong person, and when he rode on a horse, his body was like a cheetah, slender but containing terrifying explosive power. He looked to be in his early twenties, perhaps because of his heavy beard

Ki looked a little bigger, with bronze and gold bells tied around his beard. Behind his head was a long black braid, as dark as the midnight sky, with many bells of gold and bronze tied to it and his beard, hanging heavily

On one side of the horse, bells jingled on his beard and braid as he rose and fell on his standing horse.

Throughout Cass's actions, Drogo's eyes were fixed on the front. Until on the other side of the endless steppe, an old Dothraki appeared on horseback.

"Drogokao......" Drogo's side was approached by an old Dothraki warrior on horseback, a stocky bald man with a hooked nose and a mouth full of broken teeth. His name is Kohoro, one of Kao's three Blood Alliances, and Kao

The eldest of the three Blood Alliances.

"They're in front, we're almost there."

"The blood of the Kohoro's blood." Kao lowered his head and spoke at Kohoro. His voice was deep and magnetic, slightly hoarse, but in a way that matched his image, "I assure you that the daring thief will be."

There is a price to pay. ”

"The great Drogo Kao." Kohoro bowed his head: "I only ask for the opportunity to slit his throat with my own hands." ”

Cohoro was the eldest of Drogo's three Blood Alliances and the only one to have a son.

He had only one son. He is eighteen years old. Although he was short and stocky, his son was tall and strong. It has an extraordinary reputation among the young people of Karatha. Cohoro was very happy with his son, and he had it

When you grow old. When he could no longer fight, he was replaced by his own son, his proud son, and swore an oath to become Kao's Blood Alliance.

But all this came to an abrupt end because of the thief who dared to attack Drogo Karasa when Drogo was gone!

"You'll be able to do it."

Kao's Karasa held a grand welcome party for him.

Singing and dancing, brawls, killings, and promiscuity around no one else are the themes of this grand bonfire dinner.

Kao sat around a campfire. His Blood Allies and all the Kors were gathered around him.

Drogo rolled the roast horse meat on the campfire with one hand, and held a knife in the other, and from time to time he cut a piece of the roast horse meat and stuck it with the knife, and the bloodshot horse meat was put in his mouth and chewed.

Compared to the last time, there were four fewer people in front of him this time.

At Drogo's side, his blood alliance guard Corso said coldly, "Drogo Kao, Giakoko, and Lansko were all killed by the dastardly thieves, and neither Adamko nor Assako came. ”

"Hmm." Drogo nodded, and asked softly in his hoarse, magnetic voice, "Are they late?" ”

"Drogo Kao......" Corso stopped talking.

"Both Adamko and Assako surrendered to the dastardly thieves." One of Drogo's couges couldn't help but interject, "They betrayed you. ”

Drogo's devouring of horse meat came to a halt. As soon as he raised his hand, Xue Liang's knife was slammed into the roast horse meat. Slowly raising his head, two cold flames appeared in his eyes like black onyx stones: "Adam and Asaph will pay the price,

Same with that dastardly thief. None of them will be cremated. I heard that the thief liked to nail his opponents to a stake and listen to them wail to death. I would do the same to them, to Adam. Asaph still had the thief. You guys

All go and prepare, and my karassa will be assembled. Forty thousand roaring warriors, under my leadership, will destroy them once and for all. ”

To Drogo's surprise, when he gave the order for war. Instead of raising their arms in response to his decision, the men looked at each other, but did not dare to make eye contact with him.

Kohoro, along with Corso and Hago, couldn't help but put their hands on the hilt of their Arak scimitar. They could all tell that something was wrong with these cowards.

One of them may have been too worried, and couldn't help but say, "Drogo Kao, I don't doubt your strength at all. But I heard of the thief, who could lift his horse with one hand. ”

"I've heard that he is said to be armed with a huge black battle axe, and no one but him can lift it."

"I've also heard that he's invulnerable, like God has cast a spell on him. The arrows would stop outside of his body, and Arrak's scimitar wouldn't even shave off his hair. ”

"He was accompanied by a witch, and I heard that the witch's magic could make the weak overcome the strong."

"I've also heard that the witch can use magic to make horses unable to run."

"I've also heard that the witch has cast a spell on his battle axe, and that no matter how strong the Arak scimitar is, it will break if it is struck by that axe."

The rumors that Cole spoke about were even more worrying, and if it were just ordinary people, these Dothraki who thought they were powerful would not be afraid. But the witch ...... That's another thing.

On the Dothraki Sea, everyone knows that witches cannot be trusted.

"Some people say that he and the witch are both Valyrians, and both have Valyrian magic."

"Some say he's the child of the god of horses."

Drogo's face grew worse and worse as the cole talked.

"Enough!"

Drogokao stood up suddenly, his tall frame standing out even among the generally tall Dothraki, his cold onyx-like eyes staring at all his coars: "Notai, I remember the first time you fought with me and you killed seven Lazarins. Rexon, I remember that your father was my father's Blood Alliance, and he was on the battlefield to defend my father from holding off Thoro's attacks. Ender, I remember you as a powerful warrior, and you can take on ten white-skinned people alone...... But are you scared now? Invulnerable? Witches? Valyrians? Son of the horse god? Listen to yourselves, what are you all talking about? ”

"But Drogo Kao." One of the Kou stood up, and he was Drogo's Notai, the guy who killed seven Lazarins on the first battlefield: "Until now, he is invincible!" ”

"His victory was over. I'll cut off his braids, cut his throat, and you......" Drogo held out his hand, a large, iron-forged hand that gripped Noteco's throat tightly.

"I don't need a coward to be my coward." (To be continued.) )