Game of Thrones: I'm flying a dragon on your face, how do you respond?

In front of a group of Slark riders, a tall man with long braid and hanging legs rode on a tall red horse.

"It's Khal Drogo!"

"It is said that this man has never been defeated in his life. His khalasar is extremely powerful, with more than 40,000 mounted warriors..."

The governor who knew the visitor whispered.

"Kaa asked, why did your lords gather in Lesu Andari (Dothraki: the land of the Andals) when it was not time to pay tribute?" A rider stepped out from behind Khal Drogo and said with a stiff and awkward voice. Leilian asked, "And who is this milkman!"

"We are the Seven Kingdoms..." Viserys's squire answered on his master's behalf.

"Kaa didn't ask you!" The man drew out his long riding crop, rounded his arms and whipped it hard at the attendant!

"Stop!" Viserys was shocked and angry. This made him slap him. Wouldn't it mean slapping himself in the face? !

Before he could think too much, he drew out his ornately decorated sword, and with a flash of sword light, he cut off the rider's whip.

Only 3 feet of the exquisite riding crop made of cooked cowhide mixed with silk thread were left in the visitor's hand. The severed part jumped slightly on the ground twice before going completely dead.

"Uh-huh..." The Dothraki drew their knives in their hands one after another, and many riders had already bent their bows and drew arrows without firing them!

Everyone on Dragonstone also drew their swords in their hands and raised their shields to protect Viserys. The people who came to escort this time were all dragon castle guards. They were all wearing black plate armor and chain mail, and they moved with steady steps. , fast, drawing swords and raising shields in one go, they are obviously elite soldiers.

Khal Drogo waved his hand and shouted in Dothraki. Upon seeing this, the riders behind him took back their scimitars and bows and arrows!

Viserys secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If there was a fight, they would be at a huge disadvantage if they had so few people!

It's a pity that he doesn't have a giant dragon himself, otherwise if a giant dragon is here, no matter how many knights come, they won't be able to keep him.

"We, Khal Drogo, say that your swordsmanship is good!"

"If you can defeat him, all of you will survive today!"

"If you fail, all of you will become his slaves, Milkman. Do you dare to accept the challenge?"

Viserys's cheeks turned red with anger, how dare this man be so rude? Compare it to one another, with more than ten years of sword skill, how can a mere barbarian leader block it?

Everyone made a circle for the two of them. Viserys held the sword in his hand, but Drogo had empty hands!

"You ask him, doesn't he use weapons?"

"Kaa said that he can't use weapons to deal with a milkman like you. You should just wait and be sold to Slaver's Bay, where you will be loved by all the ladies!"

"How arrogant! You are seeking death!" Viserys laughed angrily. This man really doesn't know how to die!

He said no more, and Drogo beat his chest with his hands and yelled at his khalasar.

When Drogo was facing Viserys, the latter shook the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword instantly lit up with little cold stars. It was the white snake spitting out the message in the Ape Man's sword technique, and the tip of the sword went straight to Drogo's throat and armpits. , coming from the chest.

This is a probing move that combines virtuality and reality. If the enemy cannot tell the difference between reality and reality and is in a hurry, he can immediately turn the reality into reality and kill the enemy with horizontal slashes or thrusts.

Drogo dared to face the enemy with bare hands. It was obvious that he had extremely rich eyesight and experience. He turned sideways or retreated, easily dodging several swords of Viserys, and then shook his finger provocatively at the latter.

Viserys's eyes narrowed. Although this man was tall, he was not stupid, and he was not wearing armor, which allowed him to move much faster than the knights who usually sparred!

"No, His Highness Prince Viserys is no match for Khal Drogo!" Sir Leeds, the leader of the guards, said. He is an old man from the Red Castle who has seen people with extraordinary martial arts skills such as the Dawn Sword and the White Ox. Very powerful.

Although Viserys's swordsmanship is extraordinary today, it is not integrated and coherent. His movements are too slow and there are too many flaws. In the past, sparring with knights in full armor took advantage of the slow movement of the knights.

But the man in front of him moved as fast as a cheetah. No matter how sophisticated Viserys' moves were, what was the use if he couldn't keep up with his speed?

He whispered and ordered that once Prince Viserys was defeated, their group of guards would have to hold off the Dothraki cavalry even if they died, so that His Highness the Prince could escape!

Sir Leeds really couldn't imagine that if the prince of Dragonstone was treated as a slave and sold to Slaver's Bay, it would have an impact on the reputation of Dragonstone. It would be no different from a volcano erupting or an earth dragon turning over!

Even if he risks his own life and others, he will never let this happen.

After more than ten minutes, everyone could see that Drogo was teasing Viserys like a cat and a mouse.

During the battle, Viserys's physical strength gradually depleted, and his sword moves gradually slowed down. His opponent was as slippery as an eel in the sea, and his occasional killing moves were blocked by him using the golden armbands on his arms and legs. Block easily.

The strong force coming from the sword almost made him unable to control the sword!

With inferior strength, inferior speed, and inferior martial arts, Viserys seemed to be defeated, but he claimed to be a true dragon, so how could he admit defeat so easily?

After a few moves, his strength was a little weak, and he almost had his sword taken away for a moment.

"Roar!" Drogo saw Viserys' weakness. He had had enough of playing tricks and shouted. After avoiding the latter's diagonal slash, his big hands were like iron claws and grabbed Viserys' neck. !

Unexpectedly, Viserys's mouth corners slightly raised, and he was not panicked at all. After the slash, he took the sword and hid it behind his back, handed the sword to his left hand, and slapped Drogo's attacking hand with his right hand, while his left hand held the sword and lifted it up!

It was an extremely insidious and hidden killing move in the Ape King's swordsmanship - the back sword posture!

Everyone exclaimed, this slanting upwards hit Drogo's right eyebrow arch, and blood instantly flowed out, dyeing half of his face red.

However, the left hand was weak after all, and the long sword was blocked by the eyebrow arch bone, and it failed to cut the eyeball.

And Drogo seemed not to feel the pain, and his right hand was still grabbing Viserys' throat! It was like a posture of exchanging injury for death!

Viserys felt as if his neck was put on the gallows. He was going to cut with his left hand holding the sword, but unexpectedly, halfway through, he was pinched by another big hand.

Drogo's face was ferocious. He didn't want to be pecked in the eye by a goose after hunting geese all day. It was really shameful!

He no longer planned to keep this milkman to sell, and the shame he brought upon himself could only be repaid with blood!

He knocked off his long sword with his left hand, just like when he broke the claws of the Helakha (Dothraki: White Lion) with his bare hands on the Great Grass Sea.

He gradually exerted force with his right hand and raised it high. A blood-red color appeared in front of his right eye, and waves of stabbing pain came from his brow bone, which stimulated him to go crazy!

Viserys's face turned terribly black, and he struggled hard, grabbing the opponent's hand with his hands, kicking with his feet, and pushing with his knees, but the opposite side seemed to be the heavy wall of Dragonstone Island, which he could not kick open with his feet or push with his knees.

And he was like a chicken being strangled by the cook, fluttering but unable to do anything!

The guards tried desperately to rush over to rescue, but were blocked by the opponent's warriors.

For a while, the clanging sound of knives and swords colliding, the sound of sharp weapons piercing into the human body, and the sound of shields holding swords and swords were endless!

At this moment, a huge black shadow covered the sky. Everyone looked up and saw a sharp arrow falling from the sky, heading straight for Drogo's head!

"Great! Her Majesty the Queen is here!"