Drogo's Khalasar had stayed in this desolate desert for two days. The news of Khal's death was constantly spreading in the tribe.
It was not a rumor because everyone knew that Khal Drogo was so sick that he could not even get on the horse. Therefore, without Khal Drogo's leadership, the Khalasar could not move.
That night, Millie Maz Tur announced with an ashen face, "Khal's wounds are festering and no healer can save him. The only thing left is to guide him on the dark path and let him ride painlessly into the kingdom of the night. "
Danny Rize pretended to be heartbroken and begged her to save her 'Sun and Stars'.
Millie Maz Tur looked at Danny and her bulging belly with her dark eyes. Her voice was strangely quiet, almost like she was talking in her sleep. "There is indeed another way, a type of magic.
But this magic is not only difficult to cast, it is also very dark. For some people, death is easier.
I learned this magic in Asha and paid a terrible price for it. My teacher came from the Shadow Lands … "
"Blood Witch." She softly spat out a word, and for the first time, openly revealed her identity — Witch.
She had always denied her identity as a witch and only said that she was a doctor and a priestess.
Her voice seemed to have some kind of dark magic. Danny, who was being roasted by the fire, suddenly felt that her neck was being strangled by a cold and sticky tentacle. She could not breathe, her brain was lacking oxygen, and her thoughts were blurry.
She heard herself say in a daze, "Do it, save …"
Scalding lava suddenly gushed out from her lower abdomen. The intense heat stimulated her nerves and woke her up instantly.
The dragon egg was hidden in her belly.
She suppressed the shock in her heart and showed a hesitant expression. "Khal's Blood Guards will not agree. Is there no other way?"
The Witch was startled and shook her head. "No."
Danny pursed her lips and looked straight into her eyes. She said coldly, "You admit that you are a Witch?"
"Is that so?" Millie Maz Tur seemed to be fearless. She smiled and said, "Silver Lady, only a Witch can save your warrior now. And you have to pay a price. "
Danny looked at the unconscious Zhuo Ge and asked, "What do you want? Gold, horses … "
The Witch interrupted her bluntly, "This is not about gold or horses, madam. This is blood magic. Only death can be exchanged for life."
"Death? You want my life? "
The witch assured her, "It's not your death, Kalixi."
Her gaze swept towards Danny's lower abdomen from time to time, her eyes dark and vicious.
Danny Lissa decided not to waste any more time with her and asked directly, "Whose death can awaken my Sun and Stars? It can't be his steed, right? "
"Silver Lady, you are very courageous, daring to face the cruelest reality. You should have guessed it already. The equivalent exchange of blood magic, using the life of a noble Khal in exchange for the new life of another great King of Horse from the God of Night."
Millie Maz Tur smiled and pointed at Danny's lower abdomen, like an evil spirit from hell eyeing the food that was sacrificed by the unclean. "Khal Zhuo Ge is not only your Sun and Stars, he is also the guarantee of your safety.
As long as your husband survives, there will be a large group of children waiting for you to raise in the future … Perhaps, like the Silver Lady, you will give birth to twins that represent the Sun and Stars. "
Danny's expression changed. She picked up the teapot in front of her and smashed it.
"Bang!"
The Witch did not expect such a reaction. Her forehead was hit, and blood mixed with milky white horse milk flowed down her cheeks.
"Agger, Rakarlo, drag the Witch away, gag her and tie her up." She ordered the guards on duty outside the house loudly.
Two days and one night passed. Zhuo Ge's Khalasar was on the verge of collapse. Every night, Danny could hear the cries of Irichiqi and the other maids.
This morning, she saw bruises on Doreah's chest, abdomen, and thighs.
It was Keso and Haggo who did it.
The khal's bloodriders could share everything other than his mount. Zhuo Ge did not allow them to touch Danny, but they had been taking all of Danny's maids.
They had not been so overboard before, but now …
"Everyone knows that the khal is about to die. According to Dothraki customs, his bloodriders will live and die with him. Keso and the others saw that their lives were coming to an end, which is why they became so deranged. The dead have nothing to worry about, "Sir Jorah told her with a tired expression.
He had been the one who had suffered the most in the past two days. He had not taken off his heavy armor from the moment he put it on. During the day, he stood guard outside the door, and at night, he propped up a chair at the door, a gleaming sword across his knees.
"And this place is barren. The stream three miles away has almost been drained dry by the horses. Most importantly, there is no pasture. The livestock can't hold on any longer." Jorah rubbed his dim eyes and said with some despair, "The Dothraki will definitely not watch their horses starve or die of thirst. Soon, they will make a move. If not tonight, it will be tomorrow."
I did it on purpose. I deliberately watched Zhuo Ge go in the wrong direction. I deliberately chose this barren land that could not sustain the existence of the huge Khalasar for long.
Because I hoped that when the Khalasars could not hold on any longer, they would lead their respective Khalasars and disperse on their own.
I must not let an ambitious person fight for the khal's position near my little Khalasar. Otherwise, her Khalasar tribe would not be able to survive in the chaos. As a Khaleesi, her life might not be guaranteed.
Feeling that the final moment had come, she said to the haggard knight with dark circles around his eyes, "I think I will give birth tonight. Go and get Millie Maz Tur here."
Pain flashed in Sir Jorah's eyes. He wanted to tell his princess, "In this situation, you must not have any expectations for the child. Otherwise, you will not be able to withstand the huge blow that will inevitably come."
"Khaleesi, didn't you say that she wanted to sacrifice your child?" he said with a hoarse voice.
"Don't worry. She only needs to sing the birthing song. I won't let her get close to my body," Danny comforted him.
The witch had been locked in a small tent nearby for the past two days. Other than her hair and clothes being a little messy, she was in good spirits.
"I heard the whispers of the warriors on horseback. Your husband's tribe is about to crumble. Only his return from the darkness can change all of this. Your fate, and the fate of your future children." She tried to persuade Dany calmly.
"My stomach hurts. I'm about to give birth. Help me give birth to the child first." Danny lay on the blanket. She was "drenched in sweat," as if she had just taken a hot bath with her clothes on.
"I'll help you …" Millie Maz Tur paused and was about to walk to Danny's bed.
"Wait." Danny gestured for Irri to stop her. "I'm having a natural birth. Just sing the birthing song through the screen."
Then she said sternly to the handmaiden, "Irri, you stand guard outside. If she acts strangely, shoot her dead with a crossbow."
"You don't trust me?" The witch's face darkened.
"Yes. At least until my son is safely born, I won't trust you again. You should know why." Danny glared at her.
Millie Maz Tur's face was wooden as she thought to herself, Should I let her give birth to the child? No matter what, her son, who was prophesied to "ride the steed of the world," was dead meat. He would die at the hands of the new centaur khal, or be sacrificed to the devil in the shadows.
Why didn't this silver-haired woman break down as expected? The seductive black witchcraft she had mixed into her words last time didn't work either …
She couldn't accept it if she couldn't personally grant her the cruelest revenge.
No matter what she thought, Millie Maz Tur could only obediently sing the birthing song in the face of the Dothraki handmaiden who was glaring at her with a crossbow raised.
The birth was unexpectedly smooth this time. Danny only had to howl for half an hour before the soft cries of a baby sounded from behind the wooden screen.
"Don't move!" Irri warned loudly.
The witch stopped in her tracks and turned to the handmaiden. "Your Khaleesi needs me. There will be more complicated work to do after the child is born."
In fact, she didn't have any other thoughts at the moment. She only felt that today's birthing process was very strange and wanted to see it with her own eyes.
"Stop, don't move." Irri held the crossbow, unmoved.
Danny said weakly from inside, "Irri, let Jiqi and Doreah in. Millie Maz Tur has proven her loyalty. Take her back to the tent and don't tie her up again. Mm, give her some wine and meat. "
Very strange. That silver-haired woman is up to something!
The witch was completely sure, but she just couldn't figure out what she had done or what she was going to do.
Irri, Jiqi, and Doreah had never given birth before, nor had they learned the art of childbirth. They only thought that everything was the effect of Millie Maz Tur's miraculous birthing song.
Even Sir Jorah and the others outside thought so. After all, a few days ago, everyone 'saw' with their own eyes that the witch had helped the dying Lilith give birth to a pair of auspicious children.
Before that, all the hairless people were a hundred percent sure that Lilith, who had fallen off the horse, was beyond saving!
From this, it could be seen that Millie Maz Tur was no ordinary witch doctor who helped with childbirth.
With her help, it was perfectly normal for the Khaleesi to successfully give birth to a son.
When Sir Jorah, Koholo, Keso, and Haggo, the three bloodriders, were brought into the straw curtain palace, they naturally thought that the skinny baby in Danny's arms was their khal's son.
"My Sun and Star, your 'Blood of My Blood' … He's dying," Danny lowered her head and played with the baby's sparse black hair as she said nonchalantly.
"Woman, Dothraki is different from your Sunset Nation." The wise old man Koholo thought that he had seen through Danny's absurd ambition of 'ruling from behind a curtain', so he mocked her without holding back. "Ever since the birth of the Zigong Lake, the Centaurs have never had a baby khal.
In fact, if the khal's adult son is not the strongest warrior in Khalasar, he might not be able to inherit his father's position as khal. "
At this moment, they did not even call her 'Khaleesi' anymore.
Just like what Sir Jorah had said, when Khal Drogo was alive, she was the Khaleesi of the hundred thousand Centaurs. After his death, she was nothing.
Danny Lilith said to them, "I have already accepted my fate, the Dosh Khaleesi of Vaes Dothraki. However, as my husband's Blood of My Blood, this child is his continuation, and also your bloodline.
I hope that one or several of you brave warriors can run through the night and bring my Legg (Danny Lilith's son's name, decided on the day she was pregnant) to the north.
Vaes Dothraki under the Mother of God Mountain is a holy land for the Centaurs who do not show their weapons, do not stain their hands with blood, set aside their disputes and give up their hatred.
Find the old Dosh Khaleesi who predicted that I would give birth to the 'Steed of the World' and ask her to take back her prophecy about Legg. Also, ask her to take Legg as her servant for life.
If the above request is fulfilled, I will swear on behalf of Legg as the princess of Dragonstone Island, 'Storm Born', that I will forever give up my pursuit of the inheritance of his father, Khal Drogo. "
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