Chapter 130: The Death of Drogo

Not much time had passed.

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The sound of horse hooves echoed, and then someone dismounted.

"Over here..."

The young king, already out of his armor, arrived at the site of the great fire, surrounded by his soldiers.

Now, the ground beneath their feet was scorched and blackened, emanating intense heat. Stepping on it, one could still feel a slight warmth. The charred corpses were unrecognizable, reduced to brittle, charcoal-like remains, crushed to dust beneath their feet.

Crack

Viserys' steps shattered a burnt corpse, walking with shallow and deep strides, following the soldiers to the place where Drogo's body was found.

Some unextinguished embers still flickered on the ground nearby, swaying gently in the wind.

"Viserys, this place is actually quite dangerous."

"A slight carelessness and the flames will rekindle."

As the deputy commander of the legion, Oberyn also arrived at the scene. Viserys had consistently ordered the death of Drogo.

Sure enough, killing the Khal would instantly plunge the entire Khalasar into chaos.

From the moment the Khal died, they were no longer part of a tribe in the strictest sense and could freely leave the Khalasar.

Thus, the war lost its purpose.

After the war ended, Viserys demanded to search for Drogo's body, which was finally found.

"That's right."

At this moment, Viserys was draped in a white animal skin cloak, shielding himself from the cold wind, having just sweated profusely inside his armor.

Under current medical conditions, even a cold could be considered a serious illness.

Now, he and Oberyn walked side by side through the ruins, struggling to bear the nauseating stench in the air as they pressed forward.

"Move, move, make way."

The attendants then parted the soldiers who were watching up ahead.

"Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty."

"Prince."

The Andalos soldiers who had been observing Drogo's body while cleaning up the battlefield saw Viserys and Oberyn approaching and hurriedly made way for them.

"Um."

Viserys' face still showed a hint of fatigue, but he nodded slightly, patting the shoulders of the soldiers nearby.

Without saying much, he entered the center of the spectacle.

There were three corpses at the scene, which had been tidied up and separated from the other charred remains.

"Your Majesty, Prince."

The officer responsible for cleaning up the battlefield, his face sooty from the smoke and fire, reported to Viserys.

"When we found them, they were buried under many other bodies, and it took a lot of effort to dig them out."

"But some parts of the bodies are still missing."

The three charred corpses on the ground were not whole, with some parts scattered and others intact. The soldiers had done their best to piece them back together, but many parts were still missing.

Viserys naturally wouldn't blame the soldiers for this, and he nodded slightly.

"Well done."

Then he squatted down in front of the three charred corpses to examine them closely.

He didn't recognize the other two bodies with weaker frames, but he immediately identified the strong one in the middle.

"This... really does look like Drogo."

When Viserys saw him, he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.

Although the body was burned beyond recognition, he could still vaguely recognize it based on his previous encounters with Drogo.

"It must be him."

Oberyn stood beside Viserys, having once crossed swords with Drogo on the battlefield at close range, leaving a deep impression on him.

Now, this charred corpse towered over them, its size indicating that it must have been a strong and formidable man, not too dissimilar from Drogo. The only difference was that the braid on top of its head had been completely burned away.

If only the hair hadn't been burned off, it would have been irrefutable evidence.

"It's a pity his hair was burned away," Oberyn said, not the least bit fearful, as he lifted and toyed with Drogo's skull.

"No one in this Khalasar had longer hair than Drogo. It is said that this man had never lost a battle since the day he was born."

Although their last encounter had ended in a draw, Oberyn had a gut feeling that he might not have been a match for Drogo.

The Dothraki horselord seemed to be a terrifying killer born for battle.

"However...now he has lost a battle, and this defeat cost him his life."

Oberyn shook his head slightly, clicking his tongue in regret.

If possible, he would have liked to challenge Drogo again. The lean Dornishman then rose from the ground.

"I'm starting to believe what you said, Viserys."

"If this man could have continued to live, he might have become the most powerful Khal in the Great Grass Sea."

"When I have the time, I'll write a poem for him."

The romantically inclined and erudite Prince of Dorne had a penchant for writing poetry.

The quality of his poetry was extremely high. If he could let go of his hatred and the identity of House Martell, he might have chosen to be a wandering bard.

"As you wish," Viserys replied, still gazing at the face that was only vaguely familiar. Then he looked up and spoke.

"Bring in a few Dothraki captives for identification."

Viserys pointed to the two corpses beside him.

"Verify their identities as well."

"Understood."

...

Not long after, Dothraki translators and captives were brought in. Viserys repeated his previous words.

The captives and translators looked at Drogo's body with a hint of sadness in their eyes, then nodded, confirming his identity once more.

"Your Grace, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, this is the body of the Khal."

"And those two are his bloodriders, Haggo and Cohollo."

The Dothraki translator relayed everyone's words, and only then did Viserys finally let go of his worries.

It seemed that Drogo had indeed been burned to death.

Viserys exhaled softly, feeling as if the heavy burden on his shoulders had finally been lifted.

Drogo was dead.

This meant that the tragic trajectory of his life had been thoroughly changed at this moment.

However, just then...

"Look!"

"Everyone, look at the sky! What is that?"

A sudden uproar came from the distance.

A soldier standing next to Viserys also shouted.

"Huh?"

"What happened?"

Viserys and the surrounding Andal soldiers heard his voice and looked up at the sky.

They then saw a red comet with a long tail slashing across the horizon.

"This..."

Viserys stared wide-eyed at the brilliant and beautiful red comet in the sky. .