When the baby dragon was just born, it was like a malnourished kitten. It was so skinny that only its neck, tail, and wings could be distinguished. It was as if it had no torso. She could barely feel its weight in her hands.
However, it was different when they spread their wings. The wingspan was three times the length of their bodies. Each wing was a translucent piece of delicate skin. It was colorful and tightly stretched between the long thin bones.
Danny was more miserable when she was young. Since the age of five, she had been wandering between the Nine Great Cities. She lived a life of lack of clothes and food. She was very stunted. Plus, she was young, 14 years old, and did not have a good figure. Her apple-sized breasts could not provide enough milk at all.
The baby dragon had no food. It was so hungry that it stretched its neck and hissed. It was like the chimney of a steam train. Hot white smoke came out of its nose and mouth from time to time.
Danny tried to put jerky, mare's milk, bloody fresh meat, and cooked meat in front of them. However, the baby dragon only smelled it and moved its head away.
She was very anxious. Chora did not know how to feed them … Before the three dragons were born, the dragons had disappeared for more than a hundred years. Their legend could only be heard in the bedside stories of children before they went to bed.
Until the first flame bath, when the black dragon broke free from Dani's arms and hungrily tore at a charred bone in the fire.
Then, Danny understood. Dragons only ate meat that had been burned, and it had to be the kind that was burnt.
They were still too young. They could not breathe fire and could not roast their own food.
And the first thing that proved that dragons were indeed magical creatures was not because they were born from fire, but because of their astonishing appetite.
Danny had tested it herself. They could eat three times their weight in food at once!
(PS: This is not someone's nonsense. This is the setting in the "Song of Ice and Fire". They can't eat so much. The Deviant Ghosts have destroyed the world, and Danny's dragons have not grown up yet.)
What big eater, what unrestrained immortal, compared to the three dragons, they were like little brothers.
This completely went against her scientific worldview. Danny could not imagine where the food went.
Once, she deliberately pinched the black dragon's belly to feel the wriggling of the food, and then …
There was no then. He kept eating, his belly kept wriggling, wriggling, and eating …
It was also because they ate a lot that their bodies were visibly growing day by day.
Danny thought happily that she might be able to ride a dragon soon.
In order to ride a dragon, the dragon must at least learn how to fly. Danny's Gluttonous Dragon was less than two feet off the ground every time it flapped its wings and fell to the ground.
He was in a very sorry state.
On this day, as the egg-yolk-like sun struggled to climb out of the horizon, Danny was happy that her baby dragon could finally glide at low altitudes like a paper plane.
Every time after feeding, she would use a bamboo basket to carry her dragon and find an open space to practice flying.
The golden-red morning light splashed on the ground. Danny held the baby dragon and threw it up.
The young dragon flapped its wings and leaped forward. Then, she bent down and scooped up another one from the ground …
The Dragon Whelps that had fallen to the ground would crawl to their mother's side and line up, waiting for the next test flight.
At that time, there would often be a group of children who looked like mud monkeys. They would only wear a pair of shorts and hide behind the hills in the distance. They would open their round almond-shaped eyes and 'peek' at them curiously. From time to time, they would exclaim in satisfaction.
Around ten in the morning, the Ma Min women would shout loudly for their children to go home to eat and sleep.
Well, they would usually sleep until four or five in the afternoon. After tidying up, they would continue on their way.
Other than the khal and Kou, the children would only have a mother and no father.
Other than a few, most of them would not be able to tell the father apart.
Khalasar would be responsible for raising the children. When the children grew up, they would repeat the fate of their parents. The women would be responsible for giving birth. The men would become warriors and follow the khal to conquer the world.
This was how the Dothraki had lived for thousands of years.
Perhaps, the future would change. After all, the change had already happened.
Danny carried the basket on her back again. Carrying the three little dragons, she slowly returned to the tent.
First, she rubbed off the dirt on her body with the red sand. Then, she shared some jerky with the dragons. She then hugged the dragons and lay down on the straw curtain and fell asleep.
This time, with the tent set up close to the low wall that Danny had built, Doreah could finally sleep peacefully at noon.
Previously, even most of the Ma Min could not stand the stuffy heat and could barely sleep, let alone this Lys girl.
Even though Danny had fulfilled her responsibilities as the leader of the Khalasar, this was the Red Wasteland, the Purgatory Plains.
At dusk on the third day, the Khalasar had only traveled for half an hour when an old man's head tilted and he fell off his horse.
As Danny had set up a stricter bull record system, she, who was at the front of the group, immediately knew about the old man falling off his horse.
Leaving Aggo and Rakarlo to accompany her, Jhogo continued forward with most of the Khalasar.
The main group could not stop. Further ahead, there were still scouts looking for water waiting for them!
The old man who fell off his horse had a pair of blue eyes that glowed with the white of a dead fish. His skin was also much fairer than the other tribesmen, and the roots of his white hair had a golden luster.
He was not a Dothraki, but a slave of Drogo Khalasar.
Danny still had a transmigration mission.
Liberate the slaves.
So after she took control of the Khalasar, the first thing she did was to remove the slave collar from the slaves' necks and grant them the identity of "bannermen".
The old man in front of her with a broken left arm was the first batch of beneficiaries of the new system.
Danny brought the bag of mare's milk to him and asked, "How old are you?"
After examining him, she did not find any signs of heatstroke or dehydration. Instead, she saw his mouth …
He was so old that one of his teeth was gone.
"I … I don't remember, Khaleesi." The old man drank the fermented mare's milk and woke up from his stupor.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" Danny asked again.
"I … cough cough … My hand." The old man groaned in pain.
Danny frowned. Of course, she knew that his hand was broken, but she wanted to know how the old man fell off his horse.
She spent about twenty minutes cleaning up the broken arm and used two pieces of wood to fix the old man's reattached arm.
Even if it was a comminuted fracture, that was all Danny could do. A doctor without medicine was no different from an ordinary person.
She ordered the wrangler, Afandi, "Carry him to the carriage."
Afandi was the commander of the old man's Niu Lu. He was in charge of a team of old men. Usually, he was responsible for herding and looking after supplies.
The two old men took down a few tents from the cart to make room for the old man. They then hung the tents on the old man's saddle.
The team continued to move forward.
"Khaleesi, we should leave him here. His time is up," Irri, the maid beside Danny, announced to the crowd, "No one should live longer than their teeth."
The rest of the centaurs agreed.
Danny disagreed, "Have you ever thought about it? The Khalasar does not keep useless people. How can he live for so long? It must be because Kao needs him. I guess he must have some amazing skills. "
"Maybe it's medicine, maybe it's literature," she immediately shook her head and denied it, "It can't be literature. Maybe his herding skills are especially good. Isn't that right, Afandi? "
Afandi rode behind Danny. When he heard the call, he agilely whipped his horse to her side. He was half a horse behind her and praised in an exaggerated tone, "Khaleesi, your eyes are like torches. Nothing can be hidden from you."
Although the flattery was a little stiff, it was a compliment from the mouth of a Dothraki!
It was as rare as seeing a penguin in the North Pole.
"What unique skill does he have?" Aggo asked curiously.
"Watson is proficient in twelve types of Spring Cry."
"Yes, Blue Eyes Volantis is Watson," Afandi added.
"Spring Cry?" Danny looked puzzled and asked, "What is Spring Cry?"
"Sigh, those who live in stone houses are so troublesome." Afandi waved his hand.
Danny's face turned red. She immediately understood that it was the secret art of the Spring Palace.
"What kind of unique skill is that?" She felt like she had been slapped in the face and was very unhappy.
Afandi observed her expression and panicked. He tried hard to recall what Old Watson had boasted to him before and said, "Khaleesi, even the famous Kaiyuan, the world's training center for female slaves, only knows seven types of Spring Cry. And Watson … he is a Volantis. Before Valleglia was destroyed, only the Dragon King knew the skills. Although only five types have been passed down, it is enough to dominate the world. "
Volantis was the only city that survived the Great Calamity in the Free Fortress of Valleglia. It was one of the nine free trade cities today.
The ruling class of Volantis was the same as the Targaryen Family, the orthodox Valleglia nobles.
The Targaryens were exiles back then …
"Even if he is the best in the world, he is already so old. What is the use? Why is the khal still keeping him? "Danny was puzzled.
"He is Khal Haggo's father," Afandi said solemnly. "Khal's father cannot be abandoned."
"Haggo … Khal? Was Haggo the khal of another Khalasar? "Danny was even more puzzled.
"It was not Khal Drogo's Blood Brotherhood Guard. It was Blue-Eyed Haggo from twenty years ago. Our Khalasar is so young now, but there are at least three children named Haggo. "
"I see. This Watson is not simple!" Danny nodded and pulled the White Lion Cloak closer to her chest. She lamented, "The son of a slave actually became a khal."
"Mixed blood. Haggo's mother was a Dothraki. Watson served the previous khal very well. He was proficient in twelve types of Village Cry. His valiant son became a bandit.
After that, Blue-Eyed Haggo became a khal and made a name for himself in the Sea of Grass. Until he met Khal Drogo's father … "Afandi sighed.
Danny nodded inwardly. A person's worth did not only depend on their strength. An old person's wisdom and rich experience was also a valuable asset.
"Khaleesi, you know that Khal Drogo was stolen when he was young, right?" Afandi suddenly asked.
"I know. It was Koholo who risked his life to bring him back. At that time, Koholo had two deep scars on his face. At the same time, he became the khal's most trusted partner. He even became Drogo's Blood Brotherhood Guard."
At this point, Danny suddenly had a thought. She exclaimed, "Could it be Blue-Eyed Haggo?"
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