Quentin Martell was taken aback, the horse was so fast, and the Arak scimitar was bright.

The scholars on the side of the avenue, Kedri, Sir Gerris Dinwatt, William Wells, Archibald Ellenwood, and Cletus Ellenwood, all saw that they were not good, and they all reprimanded them, and Garys, William, and Archibald did not have time to get on their horses, and jumped on the avenue with all their might, but their movements were too slow compared to Cosso.

Cletus was startled and kicked the war horse, which was bloodied by the spurs, jumped up in pain, and went straight to the comer, but it was still slow. The opponent's Arak cutlass slashed at Quentin Martell.

A flash of cold light!

While!

A bang!

Quentin Martell's ten years of hard work in martial arts were not in vain, and his long sword was unsheathed in a crisis, but only half of his strength was used.

The swords intersected, and the long sword in Quentin's hand was slashed away, and his arm was sore.

Cortso's knife skills were superb, and he did whatever he wanted, and when the horse's head was staggered, he didn't look back, and the scimitar slashed backwards, hitting Quentin Martell's left rib.

In the sound of gold and iron, Quentin turned over and fell off his horse.

Corsuo's horse had galloped some distance and turned back, and the little guard under the horse who had been knocked down by his two swords had already stood up, his black cloak had been cut open, revealing the tight black iron armor inside.

Cunning Westeros.

Corso cursed in his heart.

He hated the Westeros, and Jorah Mormont beside Carrisie was a Westeros, and that guy wrapped himself in tin armor every time he fought.

A complete coward.

Dothraki heroes never wear armor, they prefer to be light and free, coming and going like the wind. In their eyes, anyone who wraps himself in a tin is a contemptible coward.

Quentin had been surrounded by his guards, his armor was so well armoured, and the best weapons were made for him, and now the Dothraki cavalry had struck his sword and cut his armor and scratched his skin.

Quentin did not look good, but he thought highly of himself, he practiced swordsmanship and spearmanship, especially marksmanship, although the swordsmanship was a little worse, but he also practiced hard work, he never imagined that he would be knocked down and wounded by Dothraki's cavalry in just one charge.

If it weren't for the tight-fitting and well-made armor inside his clothes, he would have been killed by this cavalryman.

Corso was frustrated when he failed to kill the little guard who could kill Quentin Martell. He was known for his swiftness and ferocity, and he stabbed twice in a row, but failed to kill a single young guard.

The other party has a group of many people, and he wants to rush up again to do it, but it is inappropriate. Moreover, the master of the other party was already in front of the young guard, holding a long sword in his hand, and was ready for battle.

Corso sheathed his scimitar and slowly walked towards the other party.

Although there were several people on the other side, with swords and guns at the same time, he didn't take these people seriously at all.

In Cortso's eyes, the people of Westeros are no different from cowardly sheepmen.

"I am Quentin Martell, and I want to see your Drogo Kao, Kalihy Daenerys Targaryen, Lord Varys, the Octopus Spider. Cletus snapped.

He was born in a noble family, with a handsome temperament and a handsome person, and this anger has its own majesty. The true master behind him, Quentin Martell, was silent. Quentin's injuries were minor, and his armor did a good job of blocking Cortso's backhand.

Bachelor Cadri briefly treated Quentin Martell with a knife wound.

The Iron Shield mercenaries kept their mouths shut.

Drogo Kao swept through the free trade city-states, and everywhere he went, the powerful city-states did not dare to oppose him. They were just a small mercenary group, and they weren't even a match for Drogo Kao. Fortunately, Drogo Kao will choose powerful and wealthy city-states if he wants to extort money, and will not attack these poor mercenaries who sell their blood and lives. As long as they maintain enough respect for Drogo Kao, they will not be targeted by the powerful Drogo Kao.

Drogo is too strong, and they are too weak in comparison.

So sometimes being too weak is saved from being destroyed.

*

"You're Quentin Martell. "Drogo rode like a giant on horseback. His long hair fell from his shoulders like a waterfall and hung down under the horse's belly, and countless bells tinkled in his long hair.

"Yes, the great Drogo Kao. Cletus replied respectfully at the moment. With a wave of his hand, Garys, William, Archibald, and Quentin immediately brought up two chests, opened them, revealing the very precious mink tiger skins and lion skins. Taking out the furs, the chest was filled with gold jewels, and the eyes of Banclowe, the leader of the Iron Shield Regiment, were straight.

Quentin peeked at Drogo Kao from behind, and he noticed that Drogo Kao was indifferent to the furs and jewelry, without any expression of joy, as if all he saw was dirt.

Quentin decided to get rid of Drogo Kao early. Drogo Kao is not moved by money, it is difficult for such a person to be moved by profit, and it is difficult to persuade him to change his mind when he looks as resolute as a rock.

The bald Varys beside Drogo Kao was still smiling, and his chubby face, perhaps because of the pink water, exuded a delicate glow.

Varys's gaze looked away from Quentin's as soon as he made contact, he knew Quentin, Quentin was an ordinary-looking child, and his temperament was simple, unlike many noble-born teenagers, he didn't have a bit of aristocratic temperament in his body.

Varys did not debunk Cletus' impersonation to his face.

Quentin Martell did not see Drogo Kao in person, and Varys did not dare to wear it in person, which is likely to cause Quentin Martell to be driven away by Drogo Kao.

*

Drogo Kao was really attracted by Cletus's handsome and noble appearance and temperament, and didn't notice the little guard next to Cletus, who was a big hero who didn't take anyone else seriously.

"Varys, is he Quentin Martell, my Kalisi Daenerys relative on Westeros?" Drogo asked Harris.

"Yes, Drogo!" Varys replied without hesitation. He didn't dare to hesitate, Drogo Kao's eyes were sharp, and as long as he hesitated, Drogo Kao would feel it.

"Yes, blood of my blood, take the gift and invite your Kalixi. ”

"Yes, the blood of my blood!"

The Blood Protector Corso and Bazel accepted the gifts, while the Blood Guardian Baldwin went to ask Carris, who was at the back of the line, to meet with Quentin Martell.

Daenerys' eldest brother, Rhaegara's wife, Elijah, is Quentin's aunt. Since the death of her brother Viserys, Daenerys has had no relatives. Drogo Kao was also relieved that relatives from Westeros had traveled thousands of miles to see Daenerys, but his emotions were weakened by his majesty.

"Drogo, the Martell family is the southernmost kingdom on the continent of Westeros, they are very wealthy, well-fed, and Daenerys' most loyal relatives. Daenerys and Viserys were able to stay unharmed under the protection of Governor Illyrio of Pantos, thanks to the Martell family. ”

"Do the Martels have a private pact with Illyrio?" Drogo Kao was not as rough as he appeared on the surface, he was in his words.

"Yes!" Varys smiled. Step by step, he is luring Drogo Kao into his plans.