The hissing sound, the swinging pony tail, the bright red and sticky blood, the rising dust, the shallow hoofprints in the dry red soil, and the scattered brown grass almost summarized Drogo's vague and desolate dream, which continued to move forward.

Expand it.

After an unknown amount of time, something different finally appeared. In addition to piles of bonfire embers, the most conspicuous thing was a corpse with a broken throat and a dented chest and abdomen, accompanied by an arakh scimitar clenched with stiff fingers.

He sleeps forever.

Drogo has the impression that this corpse was once his khalasar, affiliated with Jaco's Khas force, named Hoso.

The dead bodies were quickly passed over, and then the desolation reappeared. When the blood began to coagulate and turn dark brown, the extension speed also slowed down.

It wasn't until the blurry vision became clear that the vision reappeared. Clusters of bronze-colored weeds that seemed to have been bent and rebounded appeared one after another, and the picture was finally settled. It was grass near and dark red in the distance.

On the spot, a silver-striped snake suddenly appeared, followed the blood stains, climbed up, and opened its mouth to bite!

"ah!"

Drogo, who was sleeping on the soft animal skin, was frightened by the fangs of the silver snake, and woke up from his dream with a scream.

The huge bone bow was hung from the convex hook of the tent pole. The sleeping dragon standing on it like a parrot was frightened. It flapped its wings, raised its head hidden under its armpits and neighed: "Sssssssssssssssssssssss..."

..”

Danni, who had fallen asleep holding him tightly, opened her big sleepy eyes, raised her bald head and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with your husband?"

"call......"

Realizing that it was a dream, Drogo breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his face, patted her shoulder, and replied with lingering fear: "It's nothing, it was just a nightmare."

Danni looked at him worriedly and snorted: "Uh."

Then she put her head down and continued to press it on Drogo's chest, which was full of security. She smacked her lips and closed her beautiful eyes again.

The sun shone through the cracks in the tent, confirming that it was already bright.

After resting for half a day and a night, Drogo felt dizzy and his energy level was worse than yesterday.

At this moment, I really want to lie down until the end of time, but as a Kaa, sleeping in is not suitable.

Drogo was in a daze for a while before he persuaded himself to get up. He gently lifted Dany's little head and placed it on the cashmere pillow. He got out of bed and put on a shirt that was almost naked.

Looking at the daily attire that exposed her chest and midriff, and then looking at Danni's streamlined clothes that she claimed to be very conservative, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Although we have to do as the Romans do, this is too uncivilized. It seems that after we settle down, we must

Instill new ideas in them.”

The baby dragon definitely has ADHD. Once he gets restless, he can't stop. It's too disruptive to his dreams. Drogo pointed with one hand at his wife who seemed to be sleeping in bed again, and made a quiet gesture towards them with the other hand.

"Shh."

Originally, he didn't expect that the baby dragon would go along with it, but to his surprise, when those three pairs of eyes like lava followed his instructions and looked at Dany, who was snoring lightly, they obediently stopped making trouble.

With such humane consideration for his mother, Drogo became jealous and decided to gain popularity with a warm bear hug full of fatherly love.

The young dragon did not refuse his hand, but its sharp claws clenched the bone bow like iron pincers, unwilling to leave even if it was life or death.

Don't be too rough. This is the most dangerous creature. After all, if a domestic dog is accidentally stepped on by its owner, it is very likely to bite the owner. Drogo, who was a little frustrated, had to give up.

Seeing the young dragon freed from restraints, lowering his head and rubbing the bow arm affectionately, he became convinced of the material of the bone bow: "The dragon is so attached to it. It seems that my father did not lie to me. This bow is really made of dragon bones and tendons."

Made! But dragons have been scarce since ancient times, where did he get them?"

Seeing things and thinking about people, Drogo missed his father Barb. Although he was strict and cold, without his inhumane teachings, there would not be the strongest Khal in the future.

It is said that one of the destinations of her father, whose life or death is uncertain, is the shadow land east of Asshai. Legend has it that the first dragons came from there, and the three dragon eggs given to Dany by Illyrio Mopatis, the governor of Pentos, are also very interesting.

Maybe it was purchased from there.

Since there are traces of dragons in the Land of Shadows, the materials for the bone bow made by my father were probably obtained there.

Since it is possible that he has been to Asshai, then he may not have died, but actually went there.

Drogo thought about the unceasing relationship between flesh and blood, and secretly made a decision: "It seems that I have a chance to go to the Land of Shadows."

Without the long braided beard, it saves time to take care of it. For the first time, the hairless and beardless "Sven" Drogo walked out of the tent in less than an hour.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw Dany's three maids waiting at the exit with washbasins and towels.

Ellie and Jiqi, the black-haired and brown-skinned Dothraki with almond-shaped eyes, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed Lysian girl Doria quickly bowed and saluted: "Kaa."

"Um."

Drogo pretended to be cold, nodded and grunted, as if they existed.

Dany's people were his people, and his daily washing was also handled by these three people.

Last night Dany had proposed that the three of them should be laid to sleep together, but Drogo, who was forward-thinking, flatly refused. He pitied these people who were like walking zombies.

They are too tall, so asking them to help wash their faces would be embarrassing. However, you still have to enjoy the life of an emperor. If you do it yourself, these three beauties who have been instilled with vulgar concepts into their bones will probably cry.

But there was nothing to sit nearby, and he couldn't turn around to disturb Dany, who was tired until midnight, so Drogo chose to lie facelessly on the ground, yawned and ordered: "Come on, I'll excuse you."

Kao was so polite and casual. This was the first time that Doria and the other two met. They were stunned for a moment.

Afraid of getting water stains into his eyes, Drogo closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes, but found that there was no movement. He opened his eyes and saw three wooden figures. He wondered: "What's wrong, three beauties? Wash them!"

This tone was like that of a stinky man wandering around dark alleys looking for happiness. The three of Yi and Li's views were subverted again. They really couldn't believe that Ma Wang, who had always been aloof, could be so frivolous, so they hurriedly took care of him cautiously.

Drogo felt that they were scared, but he couldn't guess the specific reason, but he couldn't help but wonder: "Am I afraid of the shadow of death that is about to come to you?"

According to the trend of the novel, these three little flowers, which have been ravaged by the troubled times, will not live long.

"Am I capable of helping them change their lives against the odds? Maybe, after all, I, the dead, have come back to life."

Drogo suddenly had the idea of ​​using them as experimental subjects. If they died, it meant that their fate was predetermined, and maybe they just needed to die in a different way.

If they give birth, then he will have the confidence to break the shackles of fate and get involved in the power game!

Drogo was moody in the past, and after the three maids finished their work, they hesitated for a moment before stammering and interrupting his thoughts: "Okay, okay, Kaa."

Drogo pinched his chin and looked at the bronze mirror held by Jiqi. He was very satisfied with the cold face that even made him feel scared when he smiled. He stood up and, influenced by his previous life, instinctively said: "Thank you."

Looking at King Ma, who expanded his chest, pressed his legs, twisted his hips, turned his head, and walked away while doing simple stretching exercises, the three maids looked at each other and saw the incredulity and awkwardness on each other's faces.

Arriving at the flat area where last night's carnival took place, Drogo saw a busy scene.

No one was idle and everyone followed his instructions, including Jorah Mormont, who had fought with him to the death.

This was a good thing. Whenever he walked up to someone with his hands behind his back and examined someone, Khalasa immediately stopped his work and bowed respectfully: "Kaa."

Drogo thought to himself: "It seems that my majesty has not been lost in the hearts of these people, it's just that the object of their reverence is the Dragon Queen."

Thinking very carefully, he fixed his gaze on Jorah who was driving the pile hard with a sledgehammer.

Jorah sensed this and did not deliberately avoid him. Instead, he put down his sledgehammer and stepped forward, bowed deeply to him, and said uneasily: "Kaa, please forgive my ignorance."

Based on Game of Thrones' judgment, Drogo felt that this man would be a subordinate more loyal than a family dog ​​if used properly. Moreover, with him around, I understand that he could only be treacherous towards Dany but not courageous, so there was no reason for him to be with Dany openly.

He couldn't pass it, so he pretended to be friendly and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Don't blame me if you don't know. Keep busy with your work. Have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow you will play an exciting game of sneaking away with me."

Jorah was puzzled and asked subconsciously: "Escape?"

Drogo chuckled and said playfully: "If you steal a lion cub, won't you be chased by a pride of lions and race against them?"

This is tantamount to going to a lion's mouth to pull out teeth, and the teeth are pulled out from more than one ferocious beast. After all, the crime was committed in the Rainbow Land!

Jorah was so shocked by his audacious and crazy idea that his soul trembled. He could already foresee the horrifying scene of being torn into pieces by several white lions, with no bones left!

Staring at Drogo who showed no sense of tension and continued to move elsewhere, the Exile Knight felt that he should escape tonight.

He was not the only one to have this idea. When Jorah saw the fanatic communicating with the bloodriders, he noticed that the faces of the three Argos, who were usually as fearless as moths, turned pale.

From the expressions of these people, Drogo could guess a thing or two about what they were thinking.

But he was now in a dangerous situation, and he believed that early tomorrow morning, he would see his fellow dead soldiers with dark circles under their eyes in the light.

He stood there in shock for a long time. When Jorah accidentally or accidentally saw Dany walking towards Drogo with her maid following her, he couldn't move his eyes away. His frown instantly relaxed a lot, and the corners of his mouth were unconscious.

He raised his head, revealing a silly smile.

The place was desolate, and after all the usable wood was used up, the tribesmen took risks and walked a long way to cut down barely qualified wood, and transported it over in dismantled horse-drawn carriages.

Drogo ordered the khalasar who built the fence to leave a small door in the north that could allow horses to pass through and that could be opened and closed. The trebuchet should be placed in the center of the hill, and the direction of the throw should also be towards the north.

Even though most of the more than a hundred people were old, weak, women and children, they were still very powerful. Before sunset, the solid high fence surrounding the hillock, the rough but practical trebuchet, and three bundles of grass arrows as big as waist size were already strong.

Completed.

Drogo asked his people to seal all the jars containing sesame oil and move them together with two bundles of arrows next to the trebuchet. In this way, the task he assigned was completed.

In order to reward these disadvantaged tribesmen who he had previously considered dispensable, he held another bonfire party.

Ignoring the fact that there was not much wine and food left, he told the khalasar to only keep enough for three days, and let them drink the rest to their heart's content!

In Drogothila, this may be the last supper for many people in this life, so they should be left to die of hunger.

Although he was not in good spirits, he still refused the kindness of the tribesmen and did not drink any alcohol. He only shared barbecued meat and drank mare's milk with the young dragon whose head moved like a snake.

After eating and drinking, he couldn't wait to pick up Dani and rush into the tent.

Tonight's dream is no longer desolate. In addition to the still swaying ponytail and the low hissing sound, the vitality is unusually majestic. In the red night, what can be seen are bronze, lemon, indigo, blue and so on.

Lush wild grass in orange and other colors.

In addition to the color of grass, when the vision changed from reddish to dim, a chestnut-colored young horse's head came closer, with sparkling sadness in its eyes, and stretched out its tongue to lick the blood clots on the horse's tail.

At this moment, the injured horse suddenly collapsed, its eyes turned downwards, and the young horse howled in agony.

Suddenly, his gaze quickly rose, and a face appeared that made Drogo extremely angry. The owner of this face was his former bandit, Jaco, who had betrayed him!

"Hey, the weirwood with the weeping human face carved on it is Drogo's arrow! But he has become a living dead. Could it be that his woman wants to declare war on me and let the wise old horse with the wooden arrow in it send a message? Since she

If she is so eager to go to Vaes Dothrak and be a Doshkarin, then I will grant her wish, but she will have to be my wife for a few days first, hehe."

Jaco grinned expectantly, turned his face and shouted jokingly into the distance: "Margo, take two hundred soldiers on the fastest horses to the red wasteland to take our Carrie

Xi solemnly invites you to come over."

Mago is also familiar to Drogo, and it is said that he has become Jako's bloodrider.

"My sun and star, it's time to get up."
Chapter completed!