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In the early morning, leaving Pentos, Viserys rode his black warhorse, winding northward along the Pentos coastline.
The black banner with the red dragon fluttered in the wind—a gentle, light sea breeze.
Spears still bore several stunned black heads; they were the pitch-submerged heads of Khal Jilokao and his men, appearing as if they were still alive.
The silent black-armored knights were like a moving forest, young and fearless as they galloped through the wind.
Viserys removed his silver helmet, revealing neatly kept silver-white hair, while his magnificent silver armor gleamed brightly under the sunlight.
Over seven hundred household cavalry, dothraki horsemen acting as auxiliaries, and twelve silent old Unsullied escorted King Viserys.
The dothraki knights with their severed braids looked somewhat comical; these too were now the knights of the true dragon khal.
Viserys had arrived with an army of eight hundred iron cavalry, but upon leaving, his forces had more than doubled.
In addition to Argos, Hugo, and Gaelin, Viserys's guard now included the dothraki Ringo and Krell from The Neck, making it a thoroughly mixed unit.
Andals, rhoynar, semi-wildlings, and dothraki were all present.
These dothraki horsemen dared not return to the grasslands; Khal Drogo was currently on a killing spree and expanding, and their cavalry unit would either be swallowed up or forced to submit.
Following the troupe were the craftsmen Viserys had recruited, mule carts hauling supplies and gifts from the Pentos Magisters, and the dothraki tribes.
Viserys had a premonition that his honeymoon period with Pentos likely wouldn't last very long.
Over the years, Khals had come and gone; the right of succession on the Great Grass Sea was very unstable, and stable tribes were rare.
Andalos, however, was different. The foundation of Andalos was that of a military lord state; its system was more stable than that of the dothraki, and it was much closer.
On the walls of Pentos, from atop the high battlements, Magister Illyrio watched Viserys's departing figure.
Viserys had caused quite a stir in Pentos this time, slaying a horse lord.
A divinely brave knight, with almost no one able to rival him, he stood in stark contrast to the mediocre Pentos people.
"Like a fish entering the abyss, like a dragon flying to the heavens." Illyrio felt his plans slowly slipping out of alignment; it seemed he would need to visit King's Landing once more.
Illyrio had no suitable chips in Pentos; his hopes lay in the far east, with that Drogo who was still raiding the Lhazareen.
Between Drogo, King of Andalusia Viserys, and the future conflict that would inevitably erupt with the Tyrosh, he wondered how to pull the chestnuts from the fire and maximize his own gains.
Viserys did not choose to take the Valyrian Road and then head north; instead, he chose to go north along the fine white coastline.
Besides taking in the vast coastal scenery, he could also scout for suitable port conditions.
Along the shore, Viserys discovered that the vast coastline occupied by Pentos was already perfect, possessing the superior conditions of deep-water harbors and sheltered bays.
Both Myr and Pentos were built within such calm harbors, growing strong by virtue of their ideal geographical locations.
Viserys found another bay above the Bay of Pentos that could rival it; that was also where the Valyrian Road began.
But Viserys's port could not be established there; otherwise, even if the Pentos Magisters were pig-headed, they would still feel deeply concerned about it.
It was a pity such a good port could not be taken into his hands.
The rugged coastline of Andalos was like the teeth of a sea beast, whereas the coastline here was still flat.
The sea was like an untiring, angry beast beneath the endless sky and clouds.
"Is this your territory, Your Majesty?" Dick Crabb asked. "It is beautiful, completely different from The Neck where I am from."
Viserys nodded; this was the coastline of Andalos, though the flaw was that aside from small fishing villages, there were no suitable seaports.
The fragmented Andalos were like sand slipping through fingers, lacking the strength to organize into cities.
"I need a port, a port for the Andals themselves," Viserys envisioned; he had already arranged for the Myrish to scout and begin construction.
Almost all the wealthy cities in the world today were seaports, which showed that the speed of wealth accumulation and the importance of maritime trade were unparalleled.
The vast Andalos also needed a seaport city of its own.
Originally, the continent of Essos had three trade routes: the Rhoyne River route, the land route crossing the dothraki Sea, and the sea route connecting the major Free Cities.
However, due to the plague curse of the Sorrowful Lands, the decline of the Rhoyne civilization, and the rise and slaughter of the dothraki horsemen, both the Rhoyne and land trade routes had declined; commercial trade now relied most heavily on the sea route.
Viserys had considered reviving the other two trade routes, but that would require extraordinary ability to achieve such a magnificent feat.
Moreover, this path was risky and would surely draw the hatred of city-states like Qarth; after all, Qarth had benefited from the rise of the Dothraki and claimed itself to be the extremely wealthy center of the world.
Great deeds stem from hardships; all of this required unremitting effort.
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Viserys continued along the coastline until he reached a small bay almost parallel to the capital of Andalos, Viserysgrad.
Here, the first seaport town of Andalos, Swanport, was under construction.
At the mouth of the small bay that originally held only a few fishing boats, merchant ships from the Free Cities were now anchored.
Myrish and Andal fishermen were working hard to build a small port.
People had already constructed a small Sept of the Seven, and besides that, there was a sculpture—a sculpture of a warrior killing a swan maiden.
According to legend, Hugor killed the Swan Maidens who lured and killed travelers in the Velvet Hills. This act was not for the sake of promoting good and punishing evil, but as a sacrifice to the Seven.
"His Majesty Viserys!" Morroq spotted the large group of men and horses, which gave him and his sailors quite a fright.
"Well done, Morroq."
The armor of those densely packed Andal knights gleamed brightly, and even more terrifying were the dothraki cavalry accompanying the army.
The shadow the dothraki cast over the Free Cities was immense; they were known to eat raw flesh and were exceedingly fierce.
The Myrish would also give gold to the Khals who came to their walls, though not as frequently as Pentos.
"These dothraki?" Morroq asked cautiously.
"They are now my vassal knights, loyal to me; you can see their hair," Viserys said casually.
"And the original Khal?"
"Argos." Viserys called for Argos to show the heads hanging on the spears to the commander of the Myrish mercenary fleet.
"Khal Jilokao. He tried to ambush me in Pentos. Unfortunately for him, he failed and became my trophy. Along with him, his Khas and Bloodriders." Viserys's tone was level, as if it were a trivial matter.
Morroq's eyes widened; how could this be considered a small matter?
Though Viserys's tone was casual, Morroq knew the danger involved.
The dothraki did not respect bloodlines, only martial prowess; the Khals were warriors who lived on the edge of a blade, not mere showpieces.
A warrior capable of facing a thousand was easily defeated by Viserys; one could imagine how terrifying such power was.
It seemed that in a contest of strength, the Dragon King was even more ferocious; his iron fist had shattered the myth of the invincible Dothraki.
"The supreme glory lies in serving the true dragon. Your Majesty's victory will honor the gods," Morroq began to flatter him.
Morroq had considered it carefully; no matter how hard he struggled on the ship of Myr, he would remain as he was, unable to reach the pinnacle of power.
He was the descendant of an escaped slave born in the slums of Myr.
But now, he saw another possibility beckoning.
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