Under the scorching sun, Dany led the refugee team on her little silver horse and headed west. The visual impact of the tide of beasts left them without the courage to face it again, and they did not dare to stop at all.

At that time, Dany and a bunch of old, weak, women and children were so passionate because they didn't know the situation. After witnessing the soul-shaking horror, they didn't dare to show off their ambitions.

Slightly behind Khaleesi are the bloodriders and Ser Jorah Mormont, in the middle are the elderly, children, and the wounded, and behind are the returning mounted warriors.

The captive Mago's hands were tied tightly with a long rope, and Jorah held the end of the rope and led him to walk or drag him along the ground, becoming the only object of crime and punishment.

Dany hated him for being such a cruel demon, and sent three young dragons to climb on him, scratching and scratching him, spitting hot air to burn him from time to time, making her children have a lot of fun.

Becoming the plaything of the demon dragon, the tortured Mago begged for mercy to no avail, and just wanted to be freed as soon as possible. However, in order to vent her long-simmering anger, the mother of dragons would not easily grant his wish.

They were all suffering men with empty eyes. How could they have the heart to pity him, including his former Kass troops, who were reduced to the desolation of defeated enemies, but that was all.

There was little talk along the way, and the only topics they talked about were Drogo the Unburnt.

Although King Ma is still in deep trouble, no one is worried about his safety this time, because that man is really amazing!

The rotten insect-infested knife wounds, blood magic, raging flames, and the entire Kass army failed to take away his life. How could a group of brainless ferocious beasts do it?

In their opinion, Dany, the descendant of the true dragon, is much inferior to him. What she has, Kaa also has, and what she doesn't have, Drogo has!

This is why everyone who is currently taking advantage of the situation is leaning towards Drogo and sincerely worshiping him.

Dany doesn't understand the intentions of these people, but the temptation of power is too great!

The little girl who became a miscarried woman would say to herself whenever she felt depressed: "His fighting power is unparalleled, but his magic comes from my true dragon blood!"

Keep moving forward, from the scorching sun into the dusk. The young and strong can still hold on, but the old, weak, women, children and injured who are tossing back and forth cannot. The boundless desolation is about to break their will.

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But Khaleesi didn't say stop, so they could only stand next to each other. Finally, Jorah Mormont, who was close to Dany, suggested to her: "Khaleesi, we have gone far enough. The Red Wasteland is a barren place.

, the beast tide will not go deep here just for a meal of meat, everyone is tired, do you think we should take a rest on the spot?"

Dany was also exhausted, and her vision became a little blurry, but she was a leader and she had to set an example. In fact, this was what she was waiting for, so she followed the flow and said: "Sir, please go down and camp on the spot for one night."

, waiting for Khal Drogo to awaken the stars and return."

"Yes, Khaleesi."

Jorah bowed his head respectfully and responded, urging his horse to rush to the rear to convey the order.

Looking at the back of the exiled knight, Dany couldn't help but feel a little sad. Her dry and peeling lips opened and closed slightly, and she murmured inaudibly: "Sir, I still like you to call me Her Majesty the Queen, or Her Royal Highness the Princess."

Once a person's nerves are stretched to the extreme, once they are relieved, they will ignore everything, even a fatal crisis.

Dany even heard some old guys cheering.

The men began to feed the horses and work together to build the tent, while the women lit firewood and prepared food. Dany ordered the maid to roast the meat. Seeing this, the young dragon immediately released its tail from her arm and squirmed like a snake to snatch it.

Their food intake is astonishing, and they can swallow several times their body weight in each meal. The largest Drogon is very domineering, pushing his younger brother away with his paws, roaring at them, and always swallowing the horse meat roasted first.

Enter the belly of dissatisfied desires.

After being temporarily satiated, the young dragons would nestle in their mother's arms and enjoy the drink that would speed up their growth.

Dany likes to hold baby dragons because their dragon scales emit heat, especially on cold nights, which makes her feel warm and cozy.

And every time at this time, she would caress the little body of the young dragon and ask questions about the uncertain future: "When you grow up, will you protect me like your father Drogo? Will you love him more?

For me?"

"Hiss..."

Xiaolong responded to her in dragon language that she couldn't understand.

The dark night can always make many things mysterious. Although the psychologically depressed Karasa is exhausted, except for children and the elderly and sick people who have no hope for life, everyone else is looking up to the sky and silently praying.

The gods pray, Wu Xin sleeps peacefully.

Raising the land, "Ouch!" A roar that penetrated like a wolf and a lion broke the silence. There was a commotion among the tribesmen in the east. The young dragon in Dany's arms broke away from its mother and ran out like three gophers.

The soldiers picked up their weapons one after another and entered into combat mode.

But when they saw who was coming, they all fell into ecstasy and cheered loudly: "Our Kaa is back!"

The dusty Drogo carried a dead lion, but his waist was straight and he did not stoop under the weight of his shoulders.

The horse king who is close to collapse is so concerned about face, but he also needs strength to support his fork, and he is the king of forcing the king!

The Mother of Dragons had many little emotions, but when her man returned alive, Dany realized how much she relied on him. She couldn't suppress this throbbing, and her pretty face with a bright smile was enough to show it.

Drogo threw away the body, changed from his usual habit of staying away from strangers, smiled softly, nodded in greeting, and walked straight towards his wife.

Along the way, everyone retreated far away, firstly because of respect for the stalwart man, and secondly because of the snowball following him. The blood marks on its eyebrows were like the eyes of a blood demon. Under the light of the blood moon,

When I look at it, I feel like my soul is shaking, and my consciousness seems to be sucked into the gate of hell!

Even the unruly demon dragon, which was looking down at all living beings, was attracted, following its staggering steps, looking at it curiously.

The couple hugged each other and exchanged some bedside conversations that no one else could hear. Drogo called her maid aside, pointed at the dead lion, and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Then it was time to wash the dust. Drogo was too tired and didn't want to think too much now, so he invited a group of warriors to have a drinking party until early in the morning.

Drogo entered Dany's tent and was surprised to see the little dragon and the lion cub mingling together.

He knew very well that the demon dragon always had a higher eye than anyone else, and no other creature except him and his wife would bother to pay attention to it.

He couldn't help but sigh, what is the magic power of this snowball to win the favor of the dragon?

Is its bloodline so noble that it can be compared to the dragon clan?

Or does the dragon regard it as its favorite pet?
Chapter completed!