The night Danny 'gave birth' to Legg, there was a riot in Drogo's khalasar that affected the entire camp, but it was not caused by Coholo.
Yes, the Old Bloodrider was moved by Danny's words. He led the five hundred elite riders of Drogo's khas and quietly bypassed the camp's defense team, rushing north through the night.
They took advantage of the chaos last night, but they were not the cause of the chaos.
During the chaos last night, the entire camp was filled with shouting and horses neighing. Torches were like stars in the sky, covering the land as far as the eye could see.
Sir Jorah strictly prohibited anyone from entering or leaving, and even led a team to kill seventeen centaurs who tried to break into Drogo's straw curtain palace.
It was not until the next morning that Aggo heard the definite news from the smoky ruins of the camp: Ponoko had left Drogo's khalasar with twenty thousand Dothraki roaring warriors.
The chaos came from the conflict between those who tried to stop them.
Ponoko seemed to be well-behaved these days, but he had been secretly contacting the leaders of the small khas. While the other bandits were still staring at Drogo's straw curtain palace, he had already thought: no matter when Drogo died, the strongest army would always be king.
Drogo's khalasar was the strongest in the sea of grass, with more than forty thousand roaring warriors. Including the young knights, there were more than fifty thousand soldiers who could fight.
Ponoko took twenty thousand roaring warriors with him, but the remaining twenty thousand had to be divided among a dozen other bandits … In just one night, Ponoko … no, Khal Ponoko became one of the strongest khals in the Dothraki sea.
The chaos caused by Ponoko's departure was just the beginning. The collapse of Drogo's khalasar had begun. Over the next two days, more than ten bandits came one after another to divide the remaining men, wealth, slaves and livestock.
On the fourth day, Danny stood on the hill and looked around. The khalasar that had once been like a brown carpet covering the red land was now folding in half, until only a small part of the khas was left … like a stain on the red 'floor.'
The Dothraki had to leave the land immediately, or they would die. Without water and horse grass, the nomadic centaurs could not survive.
Everything was as Danny had expected.
No, she had missed something.
The Dothraki valued the prophecy of the doshi khalein more than she had expected.
Dosh Khalin, the widowed Khaleesi, the wise woman of the Dothraki, the manager of Horse King City, the priestess of Mount Our Lady … the creator of the Khalasar operation in the Sea of Grass.
"Tut, tut, tut …"
On the evening of the fourth day, with the huge red setting sun as the background, a thousand elite cavalrymen galloped over from afar.
It was Giacomo.
Outside the wooden fence outside the grass curtain palace, Sir Jorah led more than a hundred Slake knights. Their sharp blades were unsheathed, and they were ready for battle.
"Neigh …"
The front hooves of Jakou's warhorse were raised high. The incoming sandstorm made Chora squint slightly.
"Since you've already left, why did you come back?" Chora's muffled voice came from under the helmet.
"Boom!" Jake didn't say a word. He just threw a black thing … a bloody head in Danny's direction.
It rolled a few times under Danny's feet. She saw an old scarred face. His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was wide open. He seemed to be complaining about the unfairness of fate … No, the Dothraki warriors wouldn't complain. Even in the face of the most tragic fate, they would still let out battle cries.
That was why Koholo was still shouting unyieldingly before he died.
"Boom, boom, boom …"
One by one, the horses and the riders turned in an arc and left bloody heads in front of the tents expressionlessly.
Soon, the heads piled up into a small hill.
Four days ago, Koholo took away five hundred elite cavalrymen. Four days later, under the blood-red setting sun, Kal Jakou brought back five hundred bloody heads.
"Where's my son?" Danny Rize lowered her gaze and asked in a hoarse voice.
Kal Jakou waved at a knight behind him. The Dothraki passed him a four-meter-long wooden pole.
He raised the pole high so that everyone could see it.
"Ah …" Irri, Doreah and a few other maids cried out in despair.
The pole was thin, and a small human head was strung on top of it. It was the size of a cantaloupe. It had bronze skin like the Dothraki's, black hair like Drogo's, and light purple pupils in its almond-shaped eyes.
"Why?" Danny's face was pale. She was on the verge of collapsing. She looked at Jake coldly. "Didn't Koholo tell you about my vow? I only want this child to live a peaceful life. The old Dothraki Kareen will bear witness to my vow. He's no threat to you. "
Jake grinned. His smile was ferocious. "Killing the son of the previous kal is a horse people's tradition. Everyone knows that."
"Everyone knows," his subordinates replied in unison.
"Your vow, the agreement you'll make with the dosh kaling … Coholo told us all about it, but that's not our tradition. The great horsemen don't like that. Everyone knows that," Jake said with a laugh.
"Everyone knows," his subordinates replied in unison again.
"Us?" Danny thought for a moment and asked, "You're almost a day's ride behind Koholo. That's at least three hundred kilometers. There's no way you can catch up to him … Did Bono attack?"
(Ps: The entire book of A Song of Ice and Fire uses English units of measurement. There are miles (about 1.6 kilometers) and leagues (about 4.8 kilometers). There are no kilometers, but kilometers are easier for everyone to understand. Hence, I won't explain it further. From now on, the "leagues" will be "kilometers.")
"From the beginning to the end, Koholo's team couldn't escape that cunning bastard Bono's pursuit. Later on, we all joined in. But I was even luckier. I just happened to meet Koholo's remaining troops. Hahaha … "
Jake raised his head and laughed proudly. The pole in his hand was like a banner of victory. He waved it proudly.
"As expected of Drogo's strongest guards. Five hundred of them charged left and right and killed about three thousand of us. In the end, only thirteen riders were left. I personally beheaded a Blood Brotherhood Guard and a young khal. "
He pulled his braids from the back of his head to his chest and pointed at the bells on them. Frowning, he said, "Although I'm old, young, and weak, I still added two bells for myself. After all, I'm now a khal. A khal should have a long bell that represents a series of victories."
Like the Manchurians in China, the Dothraki wore braids at the back of their heads since they were young. Every time they lost a battle, they would cut off their braids as a sign of dishonor.
This way, the whole world would know of their humiliation.
When attending a Dothraki banquet, the number of seats would be determined by the length of the braids. Warriors with long braids would receive more respect and would sit closer to the khal and higher. Those with short braids could only lean against the wall and sit on the tattered seats on the floor.
Long braids represented the Dothraki's honor. The number of bells tied to the braids marked the number of victories they had won.
Khal Drogo had never lost a battle in his life. His khalasar was the largest. His braids were thick and long, reaching below his hips.
His black braids were full of jingling bells. In the end, there wasn't enough space. His beard was also braided and tied to a string of bells.
At this moment, Khal Jako regarded Koholo and the baby he was protecting as two victories.
You'll regret what you did today. Danny was furious. She sentenced Jako to death in her heart.
Jako, I hope you'll be alive for at least the next five years.
"What are you going to do now? Kill me? Or the khal you were? "she asked coldly.
"She's not crying?" Jako turned to Margo and muttered, "What a cold woman. We've all lost."
Four days ago, when Khalasar fell apart, Margo took advantage of the chaos to kidnap Danny's shepherd maid, Eloye.
He raped her a second time and rewarded her to the new khalasar led by Jako … He let people take turns riding her. In the end, he cut off the poor maid's head and threw it near Danny's tent.
Eloye was stolen from Margo by Danny. He wanted revenge!
Half a month ago, during Drogo's attack on the shepherd town, the girl Eloye was captured by Margo and raped in public by the Dothraki. Danny Liz Targaryen happened to be passing by at that time.
She had stopped the Dothraki warrior who had tainted Eloye and made him her slave. This was not in line with the traditions of the horse folk. Even the khal could not casually take the spoils of war from his subordinates. It was all thanks to Zhuo Ge's prestige and power that Dani suppressed the matter.
Margo was a powerful warrior. He was now Khal Jako's bloodrider. He was the one who came up with the idea of hanging the baby's small head on a wooden pole.
He even made a bet with Jako that Danny would faint from fright.
Danny did not cry. She just stared at them with her big purple eyes. They did not expect this at all. They all lost.
"Woman, I swore at the Mother of the Mountains that I would never hurt my khal. Everyone knows that." Jako urged his horse forward and shouted at Danny's kars.
"Everyone knows that," Margo said.
"Everyone knows that," Jako's men answered in unison.
Jako continued, "Khaleesi, who has lost her khal, will never be touched by any Dothraki horse again. She will be sent to Visdothraki and become a Dothraki khaleesi. Everyone knows that. "
"Everyone knows that," Margo shouted from the side.
From Danny's kars, Aggo shouted, "When the khal is buried, we will escort Khaleesi back to Visdothraki."
"Hmph, my khalasar will wait for you on the north bank of the Raza River. Don't even think about escaping," Jako said coldly.
This place was at the border of the Red Wastes. If they went north, they would return to the shepherd's scattered settlement. After crossing the Raza River, they would arrive at the boundless Dothraki Sea. As for the south … it was more than a thousand kilometers of barren Gobi Desert.
He looked around at the small camp, the whip in his right hand making a horrifying crack in the air. "Now, hand over the belongings that belong to the khal but no longer belong to you."
"Slaves, warriors, and livestock have all been taken by them," Sir Jorah said with a frown.
"Armored man, I want this palace." Jako pointed at the palace behind Danny with his whip. "Only the khal can live in the khal's palace. The Dothraki Khaleesi do not need it."
Jorah turned back to look at Danny. His right hand was on the hilt of his sword, and his left hand quietly pulled down the visor of his flat iron helmet.
Danny shook her head at him. She turned to Kui Luo and ordered, "Have the woman tear down the tent."
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