"More than two hundred people, less than a hundred who can fight, and only sixty of the elite Roaring Warriors from your Kars tribe. They … "Chora paused, showing a pained expression as he sighed." I can foresee that in the long journey in the future, half of them will die. "
"What about the supplies?" Danny asked with a frown.
"I can guarantee that everyone has a horse, and there are only about two hundred cows and sheep. As for the water source … After the Khalasar leaves, that little stream is barely enough for us to use, but it's a little far, about five kilometers away."
Danny was puzzled. "There's not even a blade of grass nearby, what do the horses and sheep eat these days?"
"There's reddish-brown Devil Grass between the cracks of the rocks. Although it's tough and tough, and enough to satisfy the horses' hunger, this situation won't last long. The resources here have already dried up, so we need to move. "Rakarlo warned her.
"Where to?" Danny's heart skipped a beat, and she probed the Centaur. "What do you plan to do next? If I reorganize this little Kars into a Khalasar, and let the four of you become my Blood Brotherhood Guards, will you accept? "
Danny's words seemed to cause a lot of trouble for the Centaur Warriors. They frowned and thought for a while, and Kui Luo was the first to reject. "This won't work. I'll feel ashamed to be a female Blood Brotherhood Guard, and there are only three of them."
Danny looked at the next person, and Aggo lowered his eyes. "I can't swear it either. Only men can lead the Khalasar."
"You are Khaleesi, and only Khaleesi." Rakarlo continued. "I will ride with you to Weiss Dothrak at the foot of the Mother of Saints Mountain, and protect you from danger until you join the old woman of the Dosh Khaleesi. Other than that, I can't make any more promises. "
"I …"
"Alright, I understand." Without waiting for Chora to speak, Danny interrupted him. "Let's put this matter aside for now. Our first priority now is to send the great Khal Drogo back to the Night Kingdom."
Knight Jorah abruptly stood up from his cross-legged position, pulling out the sword at his waist with a whoosh. The bright blade of the sword dazzled Danny's eyes.
Then Jorah Mormont knelt down on one knee and put the sword at Danny's feet. "Your Highness, I swear to serve you and carry out all your orders, even if I have to sacrifice my life."
He glanced at the four centaurs beside him and declared firmly, "I swear on the sword in my hand and the emblem of my family, unless you're willing, no one will take you back to Vaes Dothraki. You don't have to join the Dosh Clan."
The four Ma people looked at each other, their almond-shaped black eyes flashing with confusion and unease.
It seems that even the Westeros who are corrupt in etiquette also have great loyal ministers of noble character!
Although Sir Jorah's motives were not pure, and his loyalty was more derived from unrequited love, Danny was still very happy.
"According to Dothraki tradition, the khal will ride his horse back to the arms of the horse god in the blazing fire, so I order you to lead the knights to gather all the firewood, dry grass, vines that can be burned …"
This was a bitter cold place that could not be lived in for long, so Danny had to leave as soon as possible.
Hearing that Danny was going to cremate Drogo, the two bloodriders who had been depressed all this time also left Drogo's bed once more. They also had to prepare their own luggage.
"You two go out first. I want to end his pain and humiliation," Danny said to the handmaidens beside her.
Drogo had not woken up for four days. Half of his chest was black and rotten, but he was still breathing weakly. To him, this was not only a painful ordeal, but also a great humiliation. A great warrior on horseback should not lie in bed all the time.
Danny spent three minutes freeing him with a feather pillow, then cut open his rotten flesh to remove the pus and blood before filling his chest with a sticky balm.
Irri and Jiqi helped Drogo clean his hair and body, then Danny rebraided his washed long hair and wrapped it with a series of small bells.
There were more bells, gold, silver, and bronze. These bells would announce his arrival to his enemies and make them cower in fear … even in the Kingdom of the Dead.
Next, Doreah put on his horse's mane leggings and tall boots for him, and tied a heavy belt full of gold and silver medals around his waist.
Irri and Jiqi worked together to lift Drogo's broad but bony body, and helped him put on a painted vest to cover the scar on his chest.
Although the vest was old and faded, it was still his favorite.
Dani had planned to hold the cremation that night, but even after the sun had set in the west, they still hadn't gathered enough firewood. Jogo was the furthest away, riding his horse all the way north for twenty kilometers, almost back to the Shepherds' territory.
"They shot at me with arrows. The shepherds do not welcome horsefolk," Drogo said angrily.
Isn't this nonsense? Every year when you go south from Horse King City to the Great Sea of Grass, you have to go to the Raza River to 'harvest', as if the shepherds are your 'new year's luck'.
Uh, this year seems to be especially strange. Two khals in a row died in the 'newbie village'.
Drogo quickly became excited again. "But I met Ordo's Khalasar. They heard that I was preparing firewood for the khalasar's cremation and offered to help us take down a village as a sacrifice."
Ordo was also one of Drogo's former khalasars. The Khalasar he split off was not large, and most of them were eaten by Bono and Jake. Of the forty thousand roaring warriors, Bono took twenty thousand, Jake took ten thousand, and the remaining ten thousand were divided among ten khalasars. One Khalasar only had one or two thousand warriors.
Of course, in the vast Dothraki Sea, a few thousand Khalasar was the norm. Drogo was one of the rare overlords of the grasslands.
"Khal Ordo is up to no good. He is most likely under Bono's orders. In order to wait for you, he has been waiting in the north." After Drogo left, Chora said with a serious expression, "Your Highness, what are you thinking? You tried to subdue Qui Luo and the others … They obviously do not want to be Dosh Khalasar in Horse King City, so we seem to be trapped.
And your khalasar is loyal to you, but he also has his own will. This is a Dothraki tradition that has lasted for thousands of years. "
Danny gave him a reassuring look. "You will understand this problem in two days."
The next day, at dawn, Keso rode alone to the place where he and Ordo had agreed to meet in the north. At noon, he returned with a large group of horses.
Ten Ordo Khalasar knights escorted two hundred shepherds. The slaves were strung together with ropes, their faces full of despair.
There were also a dozen slaves driving a dozen carriages.
The carriages were piled with bundles of chopped firewood … Well, there was also oil for the carriages.
"These slaves will accompany us on our journey into the night," Keso said coldly.
Danny wore loose sand-silk trousers and a pair of sandals tied to her knees. She wore a painted Dothraki vest similar to Drogo's.
"The khal has you and five hundred of his most loyal warriors. He does not need those cowardly shepherds." She did not hesitate to reject the idea of martyrdom.
"You —" Keso raised his whip, his face sinister.
"Behave yourself. I am in charge here!" Danny said coldly.
Qui Luo and Chora were beside her and behind her. Aggo and Rakarlo aimed their bows at Keso.
Hundreds of people busied themselves for an entire afternoon. Before sunset, the firewood was piled into a five-meter-long square that was four meters high. The hollow was stuffed with straw, shrubs, bark, and hay. This was the khal's' master bedroom '.
Khal Drogo's treasures were placed on the crematorium: his blanket, painted vest, saddle and reins, the whip his father had given him when he came of age, the arak scimitar he had used to kill Khal Ogo and his father, and the huge dragonbone longbow.
Jorgo had wanted to put the weapons Drogo's bloodriders had given Danny as a bridal gift, but she stopped him.
"Those are my things," she said to him. "I want to keep them."
After some thought, Danny brought the two back to the foot of the hill. She dug up a layer of red soil in a corner, revealing several leather bags the size of cement bags.
"Hualala …"
The bags were lifted up, and a dazzling golden river spilled out. They were all golden medals the size of a child's palm.
Zhuo Ge had ten boxes of gold medals in total. Dani buried three of them in the ground. Out of the ten boxes that were thrown out, thirty percent of them were filled with bronze medals.
Thousands of people fought over them. They could not even tell how many boxes they threw out. How would they know that Danny had passed them off as genuine?
The barbaric centaurs had not evolved such a trick.
Another layer of gold medals was placed on top of the khal's treasures, and then a few bundles of hay.
Kosso and Haggo carried Drogo's body out of the tent with solemn expressions. The Dothraki watched in Silence.
They let him lie on his pillow and silk quilt, his head facing the Mother Mountain in the far northeast.
Rakarlo brought over Drogo's red steed. It was tall and ferocious, its body as red as charcoal. Its fur was as smooth as the most precious silk. It was a rare beast in the world that dared to bite even the white lions of the grasslands.
The Dothraki were a cruel and heartless people. According to their customs, they never named their animals. Otherwise, Drogo's steed would have a name that would be passed down through the ages, like the famous horses of the ancient Celestial Empire.
The horse was especially well-behaved today, obediently being led to the east side of Drogo's crematorium.
As if it knew its fate, it lifted its head and barely reached Zhuo Ge's head. It licked his face, and two streams of crystal droplets dripped from its agate eyes, wetting Zhuo Ge's hair and pillow.
Then it ate a shriveled apple that Danny handed over. It stomped its hooves on the spot, raised its head, and neighed for a while before calming down.
It showed no fear in the face of Rakarlo's axe, nor did it dodge. It was cleanly chopped to the ground.
Ma Min used firewood to build a platform on top of the horse's corpse. He used the trunk of a small tree and the branches of a large tree. The firewood was placed from east to west, symbolizing the rise and fall of the sun.
Kosso and Haggo built a slightly lower platform to the north and south of Drogo. It was also covered with treasures and weapons. They also brought over their own steeds. Like Drogo's red horse, they fed it an apple and cut off its head with an axe.
That crematorium belonged to the two bloodriders. They cleaned themselves up and laid down on it with their arak scimitars.
Extending outwards along the bloodriders' platform, Ma Min used tree branches to build a long third platform. Drogo's was four meters tall, the bloodriders' was three meters, and this was two meters tall. It was covered with dried leaves and branches, from north to south, symbolizing black ice and raging fire.
Five hundred heads were placed on the third level of the crematorium, the heads of the warriors who had died in battle with Koholo. Finally, soft pillows and a silk quilt were piled on top, piling up high.
Yes, Koholo's own head was placed beside Drogo.
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