All the warriors on the battlefield looked up at this scene.
To everyone, the dragon was like a god, mysterious, powerful, and unshakeable.
Yet, the Khal before them had forcibly climbed onto the dragon's back, even attempting to kill it!
"Damn it, is that something a human would dare to do?"
Ser Willem Darry's eyes widened as he spoke in disbelief.
This was a dragon!
A monster capable of burning down an entire Harrenhal, leaving it barren for hundreds of years!
"The warriors of the Dothraki horde are truly brave!"
Ser Joffrey's heart was also incredibly shaken.
Aside from members of the Targaryen Family, this was the only strong individual who had ever attempted to ride a dragon.
Regardless of whether he succeeded or failed, Khal Drogo would be an admirable warrior.
However, after a full half-hour of struggle, even the rapidly flying Sunfyre was exhausted, yet Khal Drogo, still on its back, remained motionless.
"Stop, Sunfyre!"
At this point, even Viserys Targaryen noticed something was amiss.
Khal Drogo had not moved for a long time!
Viserys Targaryen absolutely refused to believe that an unarmed human could remain motionless on a dragon's back for nearly half an hour.
Hearing Viserys Targaryen's command, the agitated Sunfyre shook its head and then calmed down.
Clearly, although the small figure was still on its back, the discomfort had long since vanished.
"Bang!"
The golden behemoth landed again, kicking up clouds of dust.
Seeing another large crater appear in front of Viserys Targaryen, the surrounding soldiers retreated in fear.
"Your Majesty!"
Brienne of Tarth finally reached Viserys Targaryen.
As Viserys Targaryen's Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, allowing an enemy to get close to the King she was protecting was a disgrace to her career.
However, Viserys Targaryen didn't care about that.
In his opinion, Khal Drogo was indeed unparalleled in bravery and invincible.
Even if Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, were alive, he might not be his match!
However, all of this was insignificant in the face of the dragon's immense power.
No one but a Targaryen could ride a dragon alone.
This was Viserys Targaryen's inherent, powerful self-confidence!
Looking at Khal Drogo, motionless and frozen stiff on the dragon's back, Brienne of Tarth finally came to her senses.
"Your Majesty, he is dead. Dead from..."
Brienne of Tarth hesitated, looking suspiciously at Viserys Targaryen.
As far as she knew, Viserys Targaryen should be a sorcerer of blood and fire, not an ice mage!
Khal Drogo, covered in frost and with a ferocious expression, still had his hands tightly locked onto Sunfyre's spine.
His cause of death was completely different from what she had imagined!
"Fortunately, he is dead after all, not faking it!"
Viserys Targaryen let out a long sigh of relief.
If Khal Drogo's scheme had succeeded and Sunfyre had lost its eyes, even he wouldn't know how to handle it.
Could a Dragon King riding a blind dragon still be called a Dragon King?
"What a madman!"
Viserys Targaryen said with lingering fear.
For a moment, he was indeed frightened by his crazy actions!
Fortunately, no matter how strong Khal Drogo was, he was ultimately flesh and blood.
During the rapid high-altitude flight, he not only rapidly lost body heat, but even his breathing couldn't remain normal, not to mention that Sunfyre had even dived into the sea and sped through it at one point.
"Pry him off!"
Looking at the corpse before him, Viserys Targaryen said in a deep voice.
Khal Drogo was a warrior who tried to slay a dragon, a true hero!
Although he was dead, his body, even frozen solid, was still embedded between Sunfyre's scales.
This couldn't help but fill Viserys Targaryen with immense admiration.
Even in his last moments of death, he did not give up his grand feat of dragon slaying!
"Awoo—"
A roar of dissatisfaction interrupted Viserys Targaryen's contemplation.
Looking at the soldiers who were forced back by the dragon and fled in terror, Viserys Targaryen finally reacted.
Clearly, having learned from Khal Drogo's example, Sunfyre was now wary of all humans who approached it!
"Calm down, Sunfyre!"
Viserys Targaryen stretched out his hands and loudly soothed it in the Valyrian language.
Looking at Khal Drogo, still embedded between the scales and frozen stiff, Viserys Targaryen showed a helpless, bitter smile: "You really are troublesome, Khal Drogo!"
Although Viserys Targaryen hated him in his heart, his awe for Khal Drogo had never diminished!
There was no other way; Viserys Targaryen could only climb onto the dragon's back again, step by step, to reach Khal Drogo's corpse.
He pulled out his longsword and said, "I, Viserys Targaryen III, hereby declare your defeat!"
Under the gaze of all, Viserys Targaryen swung his longsword!
"Bang!"
The longsword struck Khal Drogo's neck, frozen as hard as iron, emitting a loud clang of steel.
Viserys Targaryen's hands were numb from the shock, and his body staggered violently backward.
Just then,
With a "bang," Khal Drogo's body instantly shattered into countless pieces of ice and fell.
Immediately after, a cold light flashed, and a sharp, loud sound exploded in Viserys Targaryen's ear.
Touching the warm blood flowing down from his ear, Viserys Targaryen's face immediately turned ashen.
He hadn't expected that even in death, Khal Drogo had not yielded.
Before he lost consciousness, Khal Drogo had already jammed his Dothraki arakh tightly into the gaps of Sunfyre's scales, then concealed it with his own body.
Clearly, he knew that only Viserys Targaryen could remove his body from the dragon's back.
And that arakh, twisted into a pretzel and jammed into the gaps of the scales, was the fatal blow intended to decapitate Viserys Targaryen!
Looking at the fragments of the corpse and the broken weapon remains at his feet, Viserys Targaryen was instantly filled with rage.
"Damn you, Khal Drogo—"
Viserys Targaryen roared to the heavens.
He almost died at the hands of this damned man.
"Your Majesty!"
Not only was Viserys Targaryen startled, but even Brienne of Tarth, who was guarding nearby, turned pale with fright.
No one had expected that a corpse could still hide such a powerful killing move.
"Level the chariots, leave no one alive!"
Looking at the shattered corpse on the ground, Viserys Targaryen said coldly.
"Yes!"
Ser Willem Darry's eyes narrowed, and he angrily charged towards the Dothraki horde.
They had waited for years, and only with great difficulty had they seen the dragons nearing adulthood.
Now, how could they tolerate any setbacks for Viserys Targaryen here?
They were still waiting for Viserys Targaryen to lead the dragons to reclaim Westeros and grant them promotions and titles!
And in Viserys Targaryen's view, how could such a savage and brutal tribe truly surrender?
Viserys Targaryen was not Daenerys, the Khaleesi from the original story.
He had no connection whatsoever with the Dothraki horde.
No surrender, everyone dies—that was Viserys Targaryen's principle for dealing with foreign tribes!
"Your Majesty, a raven has arrived from the Narrow Sea!"
Varys, the Spider, who was late, finally hurried over.
Looking at the blood streaming down Viserys Targaryen's forehead, he hesitated for a moment, then said gravely, "Your great-great-uncle, Aemon Targaryen, says that Others have appeared in the North, and he hopes all true kings of Westeros will set aside their differences and resist together!"
"Resist?"
Upon hearing this, Viserys Targaryen sneered.
Looking at the letter in Varys's hand, he said mockingly, "Since a vassal's vassal is not my vassal, then a subject's subject is naturally not my subject. Let them perish on their own!"