Chapter 403 Recovering the Giant

And Viserys jumped off his horse.

wow-

There was a sound from the sword's chain link. He was not wearing armor, but just like the surrounding Dothraki warriors, he just wore an extra thick animal skin cloak.

In fact, the Dothraki were originally very disgusted with wearing armor, but unfortunately the north was too damn cold, and this group of Dothraki who had never seen such a big scene froze enough, their faces were pale and they even walked straight. shiver.

Fortunately, Jon Clinton had foresight. He used to be the former Prime Minister of the Seven Kingdoms and naturally knew the situation in the north very well.

At that time, when the royal army planned to attack the northern border, it hoarded a large amount of fur and cotton, in order to prepare winter clothes for the soldiers who went to the northern border to suppress the rebellion.

However, it is a pity that the Royalist army was defeated before it reached the north, and these hoarded materials were useless. Later, it should have been looted by Lannister's army when King's Landing was breached.

Now that winter has come, the north must be a hell on earth.

Jon Clinton, as the former Prime Minister, asked the Dothraki to wear fur and armor, but he encountered strong opposition from Kargo, because this was the tradition of destroying the Dothraki, and even asked his own Khal to sue.

But Jon didn't quarrel with Cargo, he had long thought of the outcome.

The Dothraki refused to return, and then he took the time to prepare enough fur and asked tailors and craftsmen to make them into pieces of animal skin cloaks, and the waistcoat was lined with boiled leather armor, and in some key parts, it was Equipped with a metal plate for protection, it is a set of enhanced scale armor.

Then these fur scales with thermal properties were brought to White Harbor with the ship.

And Viserys knew about this, but he did not ignore the tradition of the Dothraki, forcing the warriors of Kars to wear armor.

However, after half a day, Kago came to the door on behalf of the majority of his compatriots, and carefully asked Kao if he could wear something warm?

Although the Dothraki are savage, they are not steel. They live in the warm grassy sea all the year round. Where have they seen this kind of cold weather?

Therefore, these Dothraki warriors voluntarily put on the fur armor customized for them by Jon Clinton, and did not want to take it off if they went to sleep.

The Dothraki saw the benefits of armor for the first time.

The cold wind in Hejiandi is roaring. Although there is no snow, the temperature is still very cold.

Viserys is dressed in black, with a metal dragon head medal on his chest, a black and red cloak, a gray and white wolfskin cloak on his shoulders, fine fluff fluttering slightly in the wind, and a long sword hanging from his waist. , and on the other side is a Valyrian steel dagger.

The giant king Mag was ready, raised his huge head and looked at the little guy in front of him.

And Viserys stood in front of the giant also without fear, a pair of lavender eyes looked very calm, he had even seen the Night King, let alone a giant.

Then he smiled slightly and nodded.

"bring it on."

Viserys spoke in the old language.

When his voice came out, the giant Mag was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that he had mastered the ancient language in just a few days.

But then he didn't think much about this aspect, now is the key opportunity for him to escape, and then he roared directly and rushed up.

"Roar--"

The giant king was four meters tall, almost two and a half taller than Viserys. The huge size brought a very strong sense of oppression.

However, Viserys stayed with Bellerion, who was dozens of meters in length, all year round, and he did not feel any discomfort in the face of giants.

huh~

Margo slammed it down with a punch, but Viserys deftly avoided it. The punch hit the ground and immediately caused dust.

"It's huge, but it's not slow at all."

Viserys was slightly surprised.

The surrounding Dothraki formed a huge circle.

They saw that their Kaa had no fear in the face of the giant, and immediately raised the machete and cheered.

And the giant king Mag was annoyed, changing his taciturn personality not long ago, he slapped his chest angrily, and then jumped at this slippery little guy like a loach at one time.

However, the silver-haired youth's figure is very flexible, almost playing with the big guy in front of him, dodging once again.

The cheers of the Dothraki were louder, and the wildling translator and the gentle Ada of the female giant were almost dumbfounded. They never imagined that Margo would one day be played around by a weak human.

The Giant King desperately tried to grab the opponent but in vain, then Viserys did not draw his sword, but pulled out the Valyrian steel dagger from his waist, and tumbled directly and stabbed him in the knee.

Margo let out a deafening roar and fell to one knee, but then fiercely opened his arms and hugged Viserys.

However, he was dodged again by the silver-haired youth who rolled on the spot, and then the dagger pierced his lower back again.

The blood of the giant splattered the ground, and the howl grew even more frenzied when the Dothraki saw that Khal had the upper hand and was hunting the big fellow.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"Cut off his head! Scalp him!"

They looked forward to more bloody scenes, and to see their khal kill a gigantic savage with his own hands to show his prowess.

Unfortunately, Viserys stepped on the shoulders of the giant Mag, and the sharp dragon steel dagger was already on the back of his neck.

With just a little effort, he could kill the giant in front of him, but his hand stopped at the sound of Mag's heavy and rapid breathing.

"You lost, Margo."

The silver-haired youth spoke to the giant king in ancient words.

Snapped--

Viserys then put the dagger in its scabbard, but jumped off Margo's shoulder.

The giant was so tall that Viserys couldn't reach his throat on one knee.

And Margo saw that Viserys did not kill him, his heavy breathing suddenly relaxed slightly, Viserys jumped off him, he clenched his fist and seemed to want to take this opportunity to punch him Death in front of people.

However. Margo finally loosened his fist.

"I lost, human."

With blood flowing from Margo's body, his voice was as low as muffled thunder, and then he stood up tremblingly from the ground.

But he didn't stand still and fell to one knee on the ground again, bowing his head slightly to Viserys, expressing surrender.

Aegon's calendar year 293.

The mighty Dothraki army rushed to the battlefield, allowing the coalition soldiers to see the terrifying barbarian tribe for the first time.

And the White Walkers came out of the neck again after resting for a while.