Game of Thrones: Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

　　 But the last sentence was added by the translator on his own initiative, because he still wants to live, not to die.

　　 And Viselis was slightly startled when he heard the request of the Dothraki, and then reacted, and couldn't help but smile on his handsome cheeks.

"good."

　　 "I promised your challenge."

　　 Then the little king stood up, took a long sword from a guard, and motioned to the left and right to use swords to force the guards of the blood alliance guard Corso to retreat.

　　 And the guards saw His Majesty the King readily agreed and had no choice but to do so, but in fact they had nothing to worry about Viselis.

　　 Because everyone in Andalus knows the title of Viselis' Silver Prince.

　　 Once this title belonged to Rega Targaryen, Viselis' elder brother. However, now this title is also crowned on the head of Viserys, and the story of the little king's murder at the age of seven is even more eulogized as a representative of cruel martial arts.

　　 At the same time, because of Viselis's underage, there has always been a habit of calling him a ‘Prince’.

However, it is clear that Veselis’s name spread only in the Andas Plain, and perhaps accompanied by the flow of caravans to several free trade cities around Andalus, Pantos, Braavos, Novos and many more.

　　 Many but the Slarks are naturally not in this rank. They think that all the warriors are from the Great Caohai, and they have a dismissive attitude towards other ethnic groups.

　　 And Drogokao's blood alliance guard Corso was released from the restriction, moved his shoulders slightly, and then around his neck, the joints of the neck made a click.

　　 In fact, he himself was a little surprised. He originally thought that the other party would never dare to accept his own challenge. He was just trying to struggle before his death, but since this young man has the courage to accept his own challenge...

　　 Koso's eyes were dark and gleaming, of course he didn't want to die, no one wanted to die.

　　 What he thinks now is to hijack this boy in this battle, and then take this opportunity to escape from here.

　　 This is the only way he wants to escape from Ge Dohe's death.

　　Even, he still had the opportunity to catch the opponent directly in front of Zhuo Gokao, and made a great contribution, perhaps in exchange for a few beautiful...

　　 The more Ke Suo thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was reliable, and all of this stemmed from the young man’s support.

　　 At his age in the tribe, he just qualified to become a Dothraki warrior. With such a young man, does he really think he can be foolproof with the protection of guards by his side?

　　 Koso can become one of Zogo's blood ally guards, of course, not a waste, his hands are extremely dexterous, he can use two Arak scimitars at the same time, and accurately cut the enemy's throat.

　　 Therefore, Corso is extremely confident in his own strength, he will not kill this young man, he believes that he can catch alive directly.

　　 Koso challenged Viselis, and the guards escorted another Dothraki back to the side, giving way to the middle ground.

　　 Fortunately, Veserys’ tent is large enough, otherwise it would not even stretch out.

　　 And the blood league guard moved his wrist for the last time, and then finally drew his Arak scimitar from his back, and then rushed forward with a weird roar in his mouth.

"Roar--"

　　 The young blood guard slashed directly at Veserys's neck, while the handsome silver-haired boy stood quietly with a sword in his hand, a pair of lavender eyes looked at the opponent and rushed over.

　　 then lightly flashed under his feet, and understatement, he avoided the attack from the opponent.

"Um?"

　　 Corso rushed out with a staggering body, and then slightly stunned. He didn't expect Viselis to dodge so easily, just right to avoid him with this knife.

　　A coincidence?

　　 Afterwards, the face of Zogoka'o's blood ally guards once again showed hideousness, like an irritated vicious dog, roaring once again holding a scimitar and rushing up.

　　 But this time, Viselis was also flexibly avoided.

"what happened…"

　　 Koso is not a fool.

　　 When he arrived now, he naturally discovered that Viselis was not as easy to deal with as he imagined.

　　 And Koso held the Arak scimitar and stared at the figure of "Silver Prince" closely. The pressure in his heart increased, his breathing became a little heavier, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

　　Hu~

　　Hu~

　　 He vowed to see Visiris's dodge movement this time.

　　 Afterwards, the right arm of this Zhuo Gokao roared again, and rushed forward aggressively for the third time.

　　 And Viselis decided not to play around with the Dothraki warrior this time, and a pair of lavender eyes reflected the opponent's hysterical figure.

　　 then slightly dodged his knife again, while holding the guard's long sword with one hand, he also slashed out.

　　噗——

Visiris was slashing at Koso’s wrist holding the Yarak's scimitar, and directly chopped off his right hand, blood spewed out, and the scimitar in his hand was also chopped off. The right hand fell to the ground together, making a noise.

　　 clang 啷啷——

　　The battle in the field is easy and pleasant.

　　 Veserys was playing around with each other, and everyone in the guard could see it, so he had already let go of his heart.

And Corso is like a battle of trapped beasts, desperately trying to struggle, but in the end he was chopped off by Visiris with a hand~www.novelmt.com~ a hand was chopped off in the battle, The intense pain burst out suddenly, sweeping through Kosso's brain like a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

　　 In an instant, Dothraki’s eyes widened, the cold sweat on his forehead slipped off, and the muscles on his cheeks were beating.

"what--"

　　 Immediately, Corso let out a painful roar, and fell to his knees with a plop.

　　 The only remaining hand was holding the bare arm tightly, blood was still pouring out, and the expression on his face was painful and even slightly distorted.

　　 While Viselis looked at Corso's painful appearance, this time he did not show mercy anymore, holding the blood-stained hilt in both hands, and raised it high again.

　　噗——

　　 Next second.

　　 The blood sprayed up like a fountain again, and even splashed to the top of the tent.

　　 Gululu——

　　 And the head of Koso, the blood guard of Drogokao, also rolled to the ground.

　　 And at this moment.

　　 "Prince Oberon."

　　 The voice of the guard came from outside Vesiris' tent.

　　 Then Oberon opened the curtain of the tent and walked in, just in time to see the **** scene where Veselis's last sword cut off the head of the **** guard.

　　 Oberon raised his head slightly in surprise, looking at Viselis who killed a man without blinking his eyes.

　　 Then he saw Veserys returning the blood-stained sword to the guard just now, and took another handkerchief and was wiping his hands.

　　 Oberon was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something, and then finally asked.

　　 "You seem to want to provoke Drogokao."

"why?"