Chapter 90

"This is my son, drogo."

Balbocao sat carelessly on the throne of ivory and gold, with a little gray hair braid hanging behind his back, and a pair of light yellowish brown eyes swept through everyone present.

Then he patted his son drogo on the shoulder and proudly introduced him loudly in doslak.

"He is the greatest horseman in the world and is destined to lead the Cao of kalasa in the future."

Old Cao's blood alliance guards stood behind him with yarac machetes pinned to their waists, staring fiercely at the surrounding governors of pantos, including the small king wesselis not far away.

The son of Cao, named drogo, sat next to his father and was wiping the blood on his hands with the luxurious silk that had just been placed on Prince pantos's table.

Drogo seemed a little silent, but when he just killed the herald who symbolized the war, he didn't hesitate. It was as simple as crushing a chicken.

Then Zhuo Ge heard his father's voice and raised his head slightly. He just made a dull sound of "um" and didn't say anything more.

The dark and deep eyes looked around all the people present, only made a slight stop on wesselis, and then turned to another place.

The taciturn son of Cao didn't stare at wesselis, but drogo found that he didn't seem to be very old. He wondered how a teenager would appear in this high-standard banquet.

The hall was silent, with only a few whispers.

The translators proficient in doslak translated King Ma's words to their masters. All the governors looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

Wesselis was not equipped with an interpreter, so he didn't understand what balbocao was saying. He just sat quietly in his seat and looked at everyone present with a kind of examination.

He thought the party was becoming more and more interesting. Every second there was a new discovery.

At first, wesselis was a little surprised at the barbarism of the doslaks and shouted in the gorgeous hall.

However, until he watched old Cao lead his blood League guards to the steps, the idea in wesselis's mind refreshed again and became surprised at pantos's weakness.

Then good play didn't stop. Every minute and every second, Prince pantos was surprised to find that Prince pantos was scared by King Ma, peed his pants, drove off throne and shrank in corner.

The herald holding a long steel sword symbolizing the war was directly killed by the scary looking young doslak man with his bare hands, and the body was thrown down the steps.

The governor of pantos was shocked. One by one, he wanted to tighten his head in his neck. There was not even one who dared to speak. Wesselis was the one with the most straight waist among the "adults" present.

"This..."

The scenes of intense excitement shocked wesselis beyond measure.

"Pantos... Is so weak?"

Wesselis did not expect that a few doslacks could shit on the necks of the governors of pantos.

Although the prince of pantos was only a symbolic puppet, after all, as the nominal city-state master, he was so humiliated by the doslaks that none of these governors spoke. And it's still in pantos, their own third of an acre.

Wesselis led 4000 elite andar soldiers to pantos. Pantos was in a panic and couldn't close the city gate.

At that time, however, wesselis still had a slight awe of the ancient city-state.

After all, the tall city walls and magnificent buildings all show the profound and long history of pantos.

Although andalos rose miraculously and rapidly, it is still far from a huge city-state such as pantos, whether in history, population, economy or military.

Although it seems that pantos can't even get together 10000 troops at present, it is because of the restriction of humiliation clause that pantos still has strong war potential.

Now.

Not long ago, the last bit of awe in wesselis's heart disappeared, leaving only a cold look at the farce in front of him, and even some activities in his heart.

Then wesselis heard balboca Ao muttering in doslak, and then patted the young doslak beside him.

The doslaker, who had been noticed by wesselis for a long time, raised his head and looked around. Everyone rolled their throats in front of the son of Cao, and then quickly lowered his head and dared not look directly into each other's eyes.

And his eyes stopped a little at wesselis, and the little king happened to be looking at each other at that time.

The four eyes of two people are opposite.

The dark and deep eyes were like looking at a piece of prey.

However, wesselis felt a strong sense of crisis from the scalp to the heel, just like the early warning mechanism of biological instinct. When facing a beast that could threaten his life, he issued a strong warning and told him to stay away.

"This guy..."

The boy's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his five fingers on the table could not help holding them tightly.

However, drogo's eyes only stayed on wesselis for a second, and then the two people's eyes staggered from each other.

"Balbocao just said that the man was his son, called drogo."

"What is... The best horseman in the world."

And at this time.

Illyrio, sitting next to wesselis, looked at the farce that had just happened, but looked on coldly. There was no change in his face. Then he whispered in wesselis's ear.

Illyrio did not bring an interpreter. He seemed to understand doslak himself.

"Yes."

Wesselis nodded slightly, then he was stunned again, then turned his head and looked at the rich merchant governor beside him.

"Governor, what did you just say the name of balbocao's son?"

Illyrio was stunned and explained again.

"Drogo."

"Drogo?"

Wesselis sat in his chair for a long time, blinked, and then took a deep breath.

In fact, suddenly facing the murderer who killed himself in the future, he thought he would be afraid and panic. After all, few people can calmly face their own life and death, especially the murderer who killed themselves.

But the reality is

Wesselis tried to feel it, and found that there seemed to be no such emotion in his heart.

He just suddenly felt

Fate is wonderful.