——Because he was simply and directly killed by Fang Yan.
It's impossible to forget...
She witnessed it that day.
On the deck of a sailing ship on the sea, Viserys spoke badly as usual, angrily spitting out words like "a lowly bastard whose bloodline is not half as pure as that of a real dragon."
When Danny heard this, her blood pressure soared. She wanted to stand up immediately and say a few fair words for her good brother Fang Yan, but she never expected to see a scene that she would never forget.
——Fang Yan, who was scolded, took the dagger and cut Viserys' throat without saying a word.
People are weird, right?
Especially a fool like Viserys who can't see the situation clearly.
He clearly knew that Brother Fang Yan was such a powerful, selfish, and bloodthirsty person, but he still wanted to provoke him in front of him and take advantage of him.
The result was a price called "death".
At that moment, Daenerys was so calm that even she found it ridiculous.
She remembered it very clearly. At that moment, she was even amazed that human blood could splash so far.
Viserys' throat was cut, and blood gushed out. From the deck to the sea level, the blood spurted out at least three meters away! It can be seen that Viserys' blood pressure is really high.
That night, a bright moon rose over the sea, and under the shining silver moonlight, Fang Yan cut Viserys' throat.
The alluring scarlet blood sprayed like mist.
Then……
Fang Yan stabbed and crushed Viserys' heart with great skill, and finally, after confirming that he was completely dead, he kicked Viserys' body into the sea.
But Daenerys, who knows the truth, doesn't really care.
"I want to help Brother Fang Yan keep the secret. I must keep this secret!"
Daenerys has thought this way since then.
In her eyes, Viserys was a willful, ungrateful guy who thought he was nobler than everyone else.
Viserys always mistakes kindness for malice and habitually seeks to elevate himself by putting down those around him.
Dany had always hated that guy.
They were both brothers, but compared to Fang Yan, who was strong, wise, decisive, and always kind to those around him, Viserys was just filthy mud, not worth mentioning at all! Even if the two names were put together, Daenerys felt that it was a blasphemy to Fang Yan.
"Okay, no need to defend me."
Hearing this, Fang Yan touched Daenerys's little head.
As he spoke, he took the well-behaved and sensible girl into his arms, glanced at the horse king, and said frankly: "I did kill Viserys because he insulted me."
"Since we are blood brothers, I did not torture him to death. I just mercifully slit his throat and crushed his heart."
After saying this, Fang Yan let go of Lilith and slowly walked in front of the horse king. He put one hand behind his back and glanced at Khal Drogo: "I have never taken the Iron Throne, which everyone is eager to get, seriously, in my eyes."
"To use the prairie language..."
"He who rides the horse of the world needs no iron chair."
Fang Yan revealed his ambition without hesitation: "Lord of the Iron Throne? King of the Seven Kingdoms?"
"No!"
"I want to conquer the whole world and become the God-Emperor of the World!"
"I am the Emperor of True Dragons. Even the entire Targaryen Security Department combined cannot match the [True Dragon King]!"
Fang Yan showed his arrogance.
This is how arrogant and conceited he should be! A true hero and warrior must have this kind of character.
A gentle and powerful person? That was something that scholars fantasized about, a fantasy scene that never existed! The other party's performance could only prove that the [Dragonborn Swordmaster] was not something that did not live up to its name.
Fang Yan extended his hand and said, "Khal Drogo, I admire you very much and want to make you my titled knight."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned.
In the understanding of the people on the grassland, Titled Knight is another name for Blood Guard.
——Except for not being able to share the king's wife and women, the rest of the duties of a titled knight are almost exactly the same as those of a blood guard.
To make one khal the bloodrider of another...
Such a thing has never happened in history.
At least, there is no recorded precedent for this on the prairies.
Not to mention bringing it up, many people haven’t even thought about it.
If anyone else said something like this, it would be a blatant humiliation.
The blood guards around Khal Drogo were already furious, their faces bloodshot, and they all drew their scimitars to show their attitudes.
The Horse King laughed: "Why not make a bet?"
"Let's have a fight!"
"The winner becomes the khal among khals, and the loser becomes the opponent's most loyal guard. How about that?"
Kaa would not be persuaded by fair words.
He will only succumb to violence greater than himself.
Khal Drogo laughed and said, "We will go to the Mother of Mountains together for the most honorable and glorious decisive battle!"
Fang Yan stroked the hilt of the sword with one hand, nodded slightly, and said: "It is better to do it today than to wait for a day. Today is the day, right now!"
"Moreover, I will ensure that this matchup has a large enough and prestigious audience."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly.
Snap! Snap! The next moment, everyone in the palace felt the world spinning around them, and they felt dizzy. The scene before their eyes suddenly changed.
The White Lion and the Horse King Khal Drogo were transported to a familiar yet strange scene.
The mountain here is not very steep, but it exudes a solemn and mysterious feeling. On the hillside, the green trees sway gently in the breeze, and the mottled sunlight sprinkled between the leaves looks like dots of gold dust scattered on the ground.
Several birds flew through the woods, and the clear bird calls echoed in the air, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet mountains.
At the foot of the mountain, a small stream gurgles, and ripples appear on the surface of the water, as if telling an ancient legend.
The winding mountain road leading up was filled with curious crowds.
The most eye-catching among them were the governors in bright and beautiful clothes and their fully armed troops.
“Is this Our Lady of Mount?”
Khal Drogo, the Horse King, pushed aside the blood guards and his most loyal and fierce cavalry warriors who were crowding over him, and a look of interest emerged on his face. "Hey, is the Dragonborn Swordmaster also good at using mysterious magic?"
Fang Yan looked around, tapped the hilt of his sword, and responded casually: "I will only use the sword this time."
"After all, this is the [highest level showdown] outside the territory of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. The eyes of the gods are all focused here~"
(End of this chapter)