Chapter 89

"Maybe so."

Wesselis took a dragon egg in his hand, slightly turned his head, looked at the governor pantos who spoke not far away, and then said in a calm voice.

Then he took back his eyes and continued to fall on the three dragon eggs in his hands.

The color of the three dragon eggs is very beautiful. Now the one in his hand is dark green, revealing all kinds of bronze spots with the rotation angle of wesselis.

The other two lying in the box, one of which is a light milky white dragon egg with golden stripes. The last one is black. His head seems to be a little bigger than the other two. It is as deep as the midnight ocean, but there are vibrant dark red waves and vortices.

Wesselis put down the green dragon egg in his hand, and then turned to pick up the last and largest black dragon egg, with a heavy weight on his wrist.

"How beautiful."

The three dragon eggs were reflected in the boy's lavender eyes, and the heart beat that had just accelerated was a little calmer at this time.

Then wesselis put down the black dragon egg and put it back in the box. Then he raised his head and looked at illyrio beside him.

"Governor."

"There are other important guests at this banquet?"

Wesselis found that after he arrived, the banquet still did not begin. The governors of pantos were either silent or watching him whispering, but none of them showed the slightest impatience.

"Yes, your majesty."

Illyrio sat in his chair and heard wesselis, turned his head and said.

"Do you know the Dothraki?"

Wesselis nodded slightly. Naturally, he knew that doslak was a fierce nomad.

"Also accepting this invitation is a Casio of doslak."

"The horse king of doslak?"

"Who?"

Wesselis sat in his chair and heard illyrio's words. His eyebrows frowned slightly, and suddenly he had a bad hunch.

It can't be such a coincidence.

"Balbocao leads a very powerful kalasa."

Illyrio explained.

"Oh, balbocao."

Wesselis seemed to have heard the name from the andar, then nodded, and his frown loosened slightly.

And at this time.

There was a chaotic noise outside the prince's palace, and then several doslaks with bare chests, painted vests and bronze ribbons burst in.

The first person is a tall and strong man with bulging muscles and long black hair tied in braids hanging behind his back. His beard is rubbed for minutes, but it has been mixed with some silver filaments and his skin is slightly relaxed.

He was followed by several doslaks, all with yarak machetes pinned to their waists.

"This is balbocao."

Seeing this scene, illyrio whispered in wesselis's ear.

"Yes."

Wesselis nodded slightly, but his eyes fell on a young doslaker behind the old Cao.

The young doslak is taller and stronger than balbocao, with bronze skin, ferocious muscles and explosive power.

And his cheeks are somewhat similar to the old Cao standing in front of him. His deep black eyes and hair, long beard, and his hair are braided into long braids, which can make the braids hang down to his thighs, even longer than balbocao's braids.

"He is..."

Wesselis's eyes were slightly frozen.

At this time, the doslak who broke in rudely below was muttering something he didn't understand. Prince pantos, sitting on the ivory and gold throne, heard the interpreter tell in his ear, and his stiff face was flustered for the first time.

The governors of pantos were also in an uproar. They seemed unable to believe what their translators said.

"Huh?"

Wesselis didn't understand doslak and what happened. However, before he asked the exit, the old Cao below rushed up with his blood League guards.

Prince pantos, who took the noble Rodney as his surname, seemed to be stunned and confused.

The three heralds standing beside him, symbolizing trade, war and law, were also panicked, and their eyes for help looked at the surrounding governors of pantos.

However, no one answered their eyes for help.

Then balbocao led several of his blood alliance guards up the stairs to Prince pantos.

Old Cao stretched out his hand and directly dragged the prince who was almost to pee his pants from the throne of ivory and gold.

The herald who was holding a long steel sword next to him, symbolizing the war, saw this scene and, in a hurry, stretched out his hand to stop the other party.

Snap——

But he was directly grabbed by the wrist by the young and strong doslak standing behind balbocao.

The five fingers were like steel pliers, and the powerful force almost crushed the herald's wrist bone.

"Huh?"

Then the young doslak stared with dark and deep eyes, and the long steel sword was directly sent into each other's chest.

Poof——

Blood splashed out and the herald screamed. Then the doslaks released their hands and the herald's body rolled down the high steps.

The blood stained the golden and luxurious steps, and the body fell under the steps. The blood soon flowed out of a large area, and there was no movement for a long time.

The prince of pantos was driven off the throne, and his luxurious clothes were torn to pieces. His dull expression in the past finally fluctuated, and there was a clear panic. He seemed to think of his destiny that he was destined to come in the future.

A man shrank in the corner of the high-rise hall, and unknown yellow liquid trickled down from his crotch.

The other two heralds who were driven away saw the tragic death of the herald who symbolized the war. They were already scared and pale. They pulled the prince hiding in the corner and seemed to want to take him away.

However, the prince Rodney shrank in the corner and refused to leave. Even two people couldn't pull it.

The old Cao, who drove away Prince pantos, sat directly on the throne and then said a few words to the stunned translator.

The translator understood the doslak language and hurriedly asked the servant to bring another chair and put it next to the ivory and gold throne, so that the young doslak who had been following old Cao sat beside him.