The Dothraki worshipped the strong and despised life and death. Regardless of others' or their own, they had no entertainment and fighting was a common occurrence.
They would often draw their swords to determine life and death over trivial matters.
"Are there any competitions between knights in the Westeros?" Danny asked Chora.
Chora nodded and said, "We all have armor. Even in a group battle, there are very few casualties. However, we can learn the sword duels of the knight apprentice level. Let them change into full leather armor and duel with unopened blunt swords. "
This kind of duel was definitely not as fair as real swords and spears. Many centaurs walked the path of agility, killing with a single blow was their goal.
Blunt swords and leather armor required more strength and stamina.
But in order to not die, Danny could only accept Chora's suggestion.
In the evening, the newly drawn black flag fluttered in the wind. Her khalasar began to move slowly towards the south.
With the sun and the stars as a reference.
Before leaving, Danny even ordered people to go to the crematorium and dig out the melted gold.
"This is what Drogo used. He took what he needed to the Night Kingdom and gave the rest to us as a reward." Facing the hesitant centaurs, Danny tricked them.
Drogo's Dragonbone Bow was also retrieved.
The 'Dragonbone' in the Dragonbone Bow was not a metaphor. It was a Dragonbone.
Not to mention the dozens of dragon corpses of the Targaryen Dynasty, the ancient Valleglia civilization had only been dead for 300 years. At its peak, the Freedom Bastion of Valleglia could mobilize 300 Megalosaurus to form a conquering army.
Dragons also had a limit to their lifespan. They would die and leave behind indelible Dragonbone after death. Hence, many Dragonbone bones were passed down to the world.
The Dragonbone was rich in iron. As the iron content increased, the color darkened and eventually turned black.
Ordinary flames could not harm them … Even a young dragon could withstand the high temperature of firewood, what more the bones of an adult Megalosaurus?
Other than the gold and Dragonbone, the centaurs also found a pile of cracked rocks in the ashes. Fossilized Dragonegg.
Piecing the rocks together, they actually restored three Dragonegg!
"Dragons don't come from stone eggs." The centaurs looked at each other in dismay. Then, as if they had thought of something, they shouted in fear, "Kalixi gave birth to a three-headed dragon! The prophecy of Dosh Khalin has come true, Khaleesi has given birth to the steed of the world! "
Danny, who was alarmed by the centaur's cry, was also shocked when she saw the stone egg.
"What kind of existence is a dragon?" Doubt arose in her heart.
No matter how the dragon came to be, they had to leave. After gathering the remaining charred remains of the crematorium and burying them in the deep pit, the team set off.
On the first night, Danny's Kala Sa only traveled ten kilometers.
Five kilometers away from the encampment, they encountered the stream where Drogo Khalasar collected water. After being tormented by more than a hundred thousand people and hundreds of thousands of livestock for four to five days, the gurgling stream was only left with a layer of mud.
Danny changed her route and decided to follow the wetland.
After walking for another five kilometers, they encountered a new shallow puddle. Danny asked the Kraza to stop. They would rest here for a day or two.
"Those eighty-seven cows and sheep must all be killed." Danny told her tribesmen, "The deeper we go into the wasteland, the less water and fodder there are. We can't leave them to compete with the horses for resources."
After Danny's reorganization of the Kala Sa, the allocation of manpower became more rational and their efficiency increased.
The mutton was made into jerky. The outer layer of the sheepskin was not even processed. The centaurs dried it in the shade and sewed it into a cloak.
The wasteland was too hot. Wearing a cloak could avoid the sun during the day and reduce the evaporation of the body's water content. At night, it could also be worn to keep one warm.
Yes, the Dothraki were nomads. However, even nomads could not guarantee that all of them had fur coats and cloaks. Danny's original hundred or so Kars did not lack clothes.
However, she now had about two hundred more people. Eighty percent of them were the old and weak who had been abandoned. Most of them did not even have a Dothraki vest to change into …
Danny also had her own cloak.
When Danny Rize first came to the Dothraki Sea with Drogo, he had specially hunted a white lion for her. It was a lion taller than her little silver horse. The terrifying lion's head formed a hood that covered her head. The lion's skin became a natural cloak that hung from her shoulders to her back.
On the evening of the third day, the Kala Sa started moving again. This time, they walked through the night and did not stop until the sun rose from the horizon the next day.
In ten hours, they had walked about a hundred and fifty kilometers.
At this time, Danny was in trouble. More than ten scouts had searched the surrounding five kilometers but still could not find a clean water source.
Along the riverbed that was as dry as bones, they could occasionally see dry and stagnant pools that were exposed to the scorching sun.
However, these were pools of death that even animals would not drink. They were filled with all kinds of germs, mud, and rotting animal corpses. There was even a strong smell of sulfur.
Danny was more and more curious about this world. This place was surrounded by mountains to the east and west, grasslands to the north and the sea to the south. However, it was actually the Gobi Desert.
Forget about the Gobi Desert. Where did the sulfur come from?
This was also not a hot spring …
Thinking of the hot spring, a thought suddenly flashed through Danny's mind. She asked Sir Jorah, "I heard that Ancient Valleglia was built on fourteen volcanoes. Was the continent near the Summer Sea a hellish scene like this before?"
"What do you mean?" Jorah was puzzled.
"Could there be volcanoes hidden under the Red Wasteland where we are now? That's why the rivers are evaporated and there's a smell of sulfur in the pool. "She guessed.
What Danny wanted to say was that Ancient Valleglia and the Red Wasteland were both strange geographical environments with thin crust. The surface was too close to the underground magma layer.
"Because there are demons here, that's why there's a smell of sulfur," the maid Doreah interrupted.
Although she was hiding in the tent, she was still so hot that her face was flushed red like a steamed prawn. Sweat flowed down her neck in small streams. Her exquisite figure was fully revealed under the thin silk clothes.
"You saw a demon?" Danny snorted.
"I … I think I'm possessed by a demon. I feel terrible all over." She rubbed her chest with difficulty and panted. "It's gnawing on my heart. It won't be long before it devours my soul!"
The Reese girl's eyes were filled with fear. She spoke so confidently that Danny almost believed her.
"You're suffering from heatstroke!" She said.
"What's heatstroke?" Irri asked while fanning herself.
Danny was not afraid of the heat. The maids were fanning herself and did not need to serve her.
"Princess, you're talking about heat, right?" Jorah struggled to take off his vest, revealing the rich black hair on his chest that was like a bear.
"Something like that." As she spoke, Danny passed her mare milk pouch to Doreah. "Don't drink water. The minerals in your body are …"
"Forget it. Drink my mare milk."
"But this is your quota." Doreah looked absent-minded. Just as she reached out to touch the leather pouch, she retracted her hand as if she had been electrocuted. She shook her head and said, "I can still hold on. I can drink water …"
Danny did not persuade her and directly stuffed the leather pouch into her hands.
Because of the lack of materials and the uncertain future, Danny had formulated a rationing system long before they set off.
Water could be drunk as much as they wanted because they had been following the river and could always find water.
Horse meat could also be eaten as much as they wanted. The dried meat that could be used as a knife to cut wood, even if it was supplied freely, everyone could not eat much.
The main things were mare milk, salt, wine, and fruits. They needed to be rationed in limited quantities.
Looking at this situation, even water …
No, no!
There must be enough water. Otherwise, even if they could walk out of the wilderness, more than half of them would die.
Thinking of this, she could not sit still and said to the maids, "I'll set up camp separately for men and women. Everyone can be naked in their own tent. You can take off your clothes later."
"The tent is like a furnace. It's useless to take off your clothes. Previously on the grassland, two layers of sheepskin mattresses on the ground would wake you up in the night from the cold. Now stepping on the ground is burning your feet. "Ellie sighed.
Danny teased, "You can shovel away the top layer of sand —"
Speaking of this, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and laughed. "Why did I only think of such a simple method now?"
"What method?" Chola asked curiously.
Danny waved her hand. "Let's go out and see."
The tent curtain opened, and Danny's intuition blurred. The sun almost put his face in front of her, and the white light cast by the pillar of light made people enter a world of white light in an instant.
Lowering her head and rubbing her eyes, Danny finally regained her vision. She had the illusion that she was really in purgatory.
The dazzling white light reflected on the flat red sand and stone ground, almost reflecting the same intensity of red light. It was like the red light of a flame. A large area of dense red light formed a red sea of fire. People walking on this wasteland seemed to be walking in purgatory.
God, there was also the smell of sulfur lingering at the tip of the nose. This …
Sure enough, there was only a wrong name, and no wrong nickname. This was the "Red Purgatory"!
Hurriedly putting on the White Lion Hood, Danny looked around her camp. The tents of each family were quiet, like dozens of tombs piled up on the ground.
She walked to the nearest one, ready to remind everyone to separate the men and women so that they could take off their clothes to avoid the heat.
But just as she walked to the entrance of the big tent made of cowhide, sheepskin, and horseskin patches, she heard a stifled gasp.
The kind where men and women mixed together.
Danny's mouth opened wide, her face full of disbelief.
Until she quietly took a step forward and opened the corner of the curtain …
Seems like I thought too much. Why would the Centaurs care about the difference between men and women?
Moreover, they were not Doreah. They seemed to be very adaptable and very sturdy.
Quietly taking a few steps back, Danny did not disturb the passionate centaurs. Stepping on the hot sand and stone ground, she walked to the edge of the riverbed.
Forty to fifty unsaddled healthy horses with their ears drooped under the scorching sun, scattered around the open area. They were chewing hard on the tough yellow-brown Devil's Grass that grew from the bottom of the rocks and withered trees.
"Kalixi, you are here?" A small old man popped out from nowhere and suddenly appeared in front of Danny.
"Afanti, can the horses recover their stamina before the sky turns dark?" Danny asked a question that even she herself did not believe.
This small old man who helped Khalasa herd the horses was the "Doyen of Many Dynasties" who had served the twelve Khals. Now, Danny was the thirteenth.
Ugh, that was a little inauspicious!
Afanti was short and skinny, his back was slightly hunched. His bald head of white hair was barely tied into a braid that was not even as long as his dick. His reddish-brown face was filled with dried wrinkles from the years, looking like a sun-dried orange.
Only a pair of deformed eyes that no longer looked like almonds were still filled with the divine light that symbolized life.
He opened his toothless mouth and smiled fawningly at Danny … It was a very ugly smile.
"Kalixi, if there is enough clean water and the Devil's Grass that is unique to this wasteland, they can at least last for half a month."
Danny heaved a sigh of relief. If her team did not take any detours, they should be able to pass through this desert in half a month.
"But, all the horses here are healthy," Afanti told Danny worriedly. "Other than hundreds of men riding healthy horses, most of them are old, skinny, weak, lame, weak and bad-tempered beasts.
Even in the sea of grass, with rich fodder, they will not be able to last for long …
Everyone knows that such horses should have been killed long ago for their meat. Our Khalasa from before used them as food. "
"I understand. There will be other arrangements when the time comes." Danny said calmly.
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