Capítulo 306: Chapter 306: Two Pieces of News
The first piece of news came from the Great Grass Sea.
Over eighty thousand Dothraki had trampled the banks of the Lhazareen River. They had come to attack Pentos in a grand display of force, only to retreat in disgrace.
Among them, Khal Moro and Khal Jhaqo had fallen in battle, their khalasars bending the knee to the Dragon Khal.
The remaining three khals, leading the surviving forty thousand Dothraki screamers, turned their attention to Meereen, eventually returning to the Dothraki holy city of Vaes Dothrak with a significant portion of Meereen's wealth.
This should have been the end of the story, but an unexpected twist occurred that no one saw coming.
The three khals, who had once sworn oaths before the Mother of Mountains with the stars as their witnesses, seemed to have a dispute over the division of spoils. Subsequently, they began to fight in the holy city, where bloodshed was forbidden.
Although the holy city explicitly forbids carrying weapons, the Dothraki are not known for their adherence to rules.
Every day, many bodies are found in this vast city, some beaten to death, others stabbed.
Not to mention the oldest Khal, Mago, the other two younger khals, Pono and Jhaqo, were once lieutenants under Khal Drogo.
After Drogo was burned to death, they divided his wealth and khalasar, each becoming a khal.
Drogo's khalasar was indeed full of 'talent', and even now, they are still stars in their own right.
Jhaqo and Pono had conflicts when they were in the same khalasar. Now, after the failed attack on Pentos and the suspected conflict over the division of Meereen's inheritance, the situation escalated.
Both parties had their own schemes, and in the conflict, someone provoked first, escalating the situation.
The enraged people then pulled out their prepared daggers and began to fight in the large hall, woven from grass and as large as a castle.
Poor Khal Mago and his equally aged bloodriders were caught in the crossfire, stabbed to death on the throne.
His bloodriders wanted to avenge their khal, but they were also stabbed through the heart from behind by someone from either side, falling into pools of blood.
"Kill!"
The over forty thousand Dothraki warriors outside learned of the melee involving their khals.
Rumors were also constantly spreading, all saying that their own khal was dead, and they immediately began to make noise.
Then Vaes Dothrak fell into complete chaos, with cries of murder everywhere. Once the Dothraki had removed the 'sacred' veil of the holy city, what followed was endless madness.
They had tasted the sweetness of sacking Meereen, and once a person has released the demon in their heart, it is hard to stop.
The dosh khaleen, the widows of khals who managed the holy city, heard the news.
They came out to scold and try to stop the rioting of their tribesmen, but they were stabbed to death by the Dothraki who had already seen red.
Some even met a more tragic end. Among these widowed dosh khaleen, although many were old, there were still young and beautiful ones.
Vaes Dothrak fell into chaos, the tribes of the three khals started a senseless fight, and it affected other tribes.
In the center of this chaos.
The place where the three khals were fighting, the cries of killing were deafening.
"Addrivat!"
With a
snap, someone in the chaos knocked over a brazier.
The flaming brazier was thrown onto the walls of straw and mud, and a large fire immediately ignited.
At this moment.
All the khals, bloodriders, and their tribesmen trapped inside only then discovered that the large doors of the grass hall had been locked from the outside at some point.
"Open the door!"
One of Jhaqo's bloodriders stepped forward to kick the door.
Bang!
But the door seemed to be blocked by heavy objects from the outside, it didn't budge an inch when kicked, and everyone inside the hall began to panic.
Anyone who wasn't a fool would realize at this point that there were many suspicious points in the whole incident.
From the beginning of the conflict to the complete loss of control, everything seemed to be proceeding step by step in an orderly manner, until the fire started.
However, at this moment, no one could really calm down.
Jhaqo's eyes were spinning fast, desperately thinking of a solution. Pono, brave but lacking in strategy, led his bloodriders and tribesmen trying to break the door and escape, while the white-haired Mago had already fallen into a pool of blood.
Then.
A figure slowly walked out of the raging fire. His footsteps were heavy, and his figure was distorted by the surrounding flames.
All the trapped Dothraki inside the hall saw him, and they felt their breaths hitch.
The cunning Jhaqo and the fearless Pono saw the newcomer and their eyes widened in shock.
"You..."
The two powerful khals looked as if they had seen a living ghost, their faces showing expressions of shock.
Then they swallowed, stepped back a few steps, their knees weakened, and they involuntarily knelt on the ground.
Pono knelt on the ground, gripping the hilt of his knife. He wanted to rush over and kill the other party with a single stroke, but in the end, he didn't have the courage.
The riot in Vaes Dothrak lasted all night.
Like every change of khal, a fight would break out. After a night, all the Dothraki involved were exhausted and finally stopped fighting.
Then they received a message. Except for Mago's old warriors, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.
Mago was killed in the melee, while Jhaqo and Pono suddenly kneeled to a mysterious khal named 'Death' who came from nowhere.
"Mengo Khal?"
Viserys frowned slightly, he seemed to have heard this name.
He was the first khal to unify the Dothraki, and his name meant 'Death'.
But this Mengo Khal was definitely not the Mengo Khal of the past.
Viserys was also a little curious about this person, wondering how he managed to make Pono and Jhaqo kneel without a single soldier.
Knowing that the Dothraki are hot-tempered, they would draw their swords at the slightest disagreement, let alone kneel in surrender.
The second piece of news came from Tyrosh.
This is a port city from the northwest coast of Slaver's Bay, adjacent to the Sea of Sighs, the Smoking Sea, and the ruins of Valyria.
Recently, the area of the Smoking Sea seems to be expanding rapidly, swallowing many ships passing through.
Grey fog is constantly spreading, and all the unlucky ships that are engulfed never come out again. Some even claim to have seen the figure of a sea monster in the fog and so on.
Originally, Viserys thought this was just a rumor and didn't pay much attention.
However, recently, the relic of Gillian that was placed in his room
, a faceless statue, suddenly changed its position.
Viserys remembered its head facing to the left, but now it was facing to the right, directly towards the head of the bed in Viserys' bedroom.
At the same time, some grey fog was also emanating from around the statue.
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