Chapter 321: Chapter 321: Khal Mengo
Khal Mengo sat in the shadows, silent, yet he issued commands to conquer other tribes, which were relayed by the shadowbinder standing behind him.
"Khal Mengo is the greatest warrior on the Great Grass Sea, he is the one who rides the world's steed."
"There can only be one true Khal on the entire Dothraki Sea."
The woman was petite, her entire body wrapped in a dark black robe, her face adorned with a mask of bright red and pale white. Her voice was cold and calm.
"All Dothraki should submit to him."
"Go."
"Declare war on all the Khals, we will defeat them one by one."
"Khal."
Listening to the cold words above, the two Khals kneeling below were as shocked as if they had been struck by a cold wind, their bodies even trembling slightly.
They didn't know if they were shocked by the woman's words or for some other reason.
They had once witnessed this woman, called the Lizard Woman, strangle a Khal with shadows who had stepped forward to accuse Khal Mengo of trusting a witch.
That strong warrior was once a lieutenant of Khal Jako. He was brave and good at fighting, his body full of scars, and he had personally beheaded a champion warrior in the Meereen arena.
However, this strong Dothraki warrior had no ability to resist this shadowbinder wrapped in a black robe.
His arakh hadn't even been raised before it was tightly bound by the other's shadow.
Then, with a light twist, his neck was broken, his head fell from his neck, and not even blood flowed out.
The Lizard Woman's magic terrified all the Dothraki who witnessed this scene.
The reason they despised witches was actually their fear of magic.
And these three shadowbinders keenly grasped this point. They claimed that the souls of the Dothraki warriors who died at the hands of the shadowbinders had also been stolen, and they were not qualified for cremation, and their souls could not reach the sky.
From then on.
There were no more opposing voices in the Khalasar, because what all Dothraki feared most was not being able to fly to the sky after death, becoming part of the stars.
"Understood."
The two former Khals knelt on the ground and submitted to the new Khal, indicating that they would obey his commands and start preparing to conquer other tribes from today.
Then Khal Pono and Khal Jako stood up, turned around, and left Khal Mengo's tent.
However, before leaving, Khal Jako lifted the curtain, couldn't help but turn his head and take another look at the huge figure sitting on the throne, shivered slightly, and then hurriedly walked out and dropped the curtain.
Pono and Jako were lucky, they still retained the title of Khal, commanding their own tribes.
But they all had to submit under the command of Khal Mengo. The three shadowbinders claimed that Khal Mengo would be the king of all Dothraki, and the same would be true for other Khals who submit in the future.
But the only difference is that all Khals who submit to the king, Khal Mengo, have to give up their shadows.
Whoosh...
Jako and Pono walked out of Khal Mengo's tent, the two looked at each other.
Although they didn't speak, they both saw the meaning in each other's eyes.
Regret, remorse.
If they hadn't fought each other back then, maybe they wouldn't have let the other take advantage of the situation.
As for the Khal...
Khal Pono and Khal Jako both shivered at the same
time, the only person who could be called Khal by both Pono and Jako was one man.
But he should be dead...
How could he not be dead?
They had once seen him walk into a sea of fire with their own eyes, yet when he walked out, he had scared both of them.
The Khal was like a resurrected ghoul, his eyes numb and flashing with a crimson glow, his body had swelled to be even larger than before, like a giant.
And under his grey-black skin, purple veins were bulging, flowing with cold, dark blood.
"He was once our Khal."
"But he... should be dead."
The two looked at each other, both understanding.
How could such a person be called a living person?
And so much time has passed, they have never heard the Khal say a word, he hides in the shadows all day without saying a word, all orders are relayed by the shadowbinders.
"Even if he is still alive, I'm afraid he's just a controlled walking corpse."
The shadowbinders control the Khal's body, making him their puppet, a tool to control the Dothraki warriors.
"The greatest horse warrior on the Great Grass Sea should not have fallen to such a fate."
Khal Pono said bitterly.
Although he had betrayed Drogo in that war, he admired him and believed that he should not be insulted after his death.
What Khal Mengo? This is clearly Drogo's body!
"So what can we do?"
And Khal Jako's face was also somewhat twisted, he gritted his teeth tightly, then lowered his voice and said.
Vaes Dothrak is now effectively controlled by Khal Mengo's tribe.
He ignored the sacred rules of the holy city, declaring that he would become the only king among the Dothraki.
He occupied the Mother of Mountains, occupied the Womb of the World, preparing to accept the submission of all Khals.
And the other ignorant Dothraki all violated the rules of the holy city in that chaos, they were scared and terrified, so they were even more eager to tear up the sacred rules.
More than forty thousand Dothraki roaring warriors were blinded.
"What can we do?"
Now the bright sun above was shining down obliquely, a word was spoken, but the hearts of the two angry Khals were cold.
Anger is anger.
They wish they could skin and debone those three shadowbinders from the distant east, gritting their teeth, but in the end, they were like deflated balls, suddenly losing their fighting spirit.
What can they do?
They have no way at all.
"Forget it."
Then the two were silent, they didn't even greet each other, and then they went their separate ways, each busy preparing to attack other tribes.
And in their departing figures.
The petite female shadowbinder walked out of the tent.
She wore a mask of crimson and pale white, her eyes calmly watching the departing figures of the two.
Seemingly knowing what they had just been discussing, she then spoke calmly.
"Let's go."
The huge figure sitting on the throne heard her command and slowly stood up.
And the other two shadowbinders also remained silent, holding their staffs and walking over.
And not far away.
"Khal."
"Khal."
There were busy Dothraki everywhere, their figures cast on the ground.
Seeing the Khal pass by, they quickly put down their work and greeted the two Khals.
And the two Khals also nodded in response.
But no one noticed that their shadows were not cast on the ground.
As if they had been eaten by a demon.
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