Jorah was right. In order to complete Danny's' three water fetches' mission, the two batches of knights fetching water would increase their physical labor by several times.
Whether it was digging deep pits on the hard gravel ground or sending water back and forth to Kalla, the knights' rest time would be greatly reduced, and the time they had to work under the scorching sun would increase accordingly. Perhaps …
"This is my tribe. No matter if they are old or weak, sick or disabled, they are all my subjects. I have the responsibility and obligation to protect everyone's life and safety," Danny insisted.
"But what about your warriors? They may die of exhaustion on the way to find water. "
Danny only hesitated for a moment before regaining her solemn expression. "Warriors dying in service to the people is the most glorious and great end."
"Service to the people?"
Jorah was stunned. It was the first time he heard of such a saying. It seemed … reasonable. At least it was more meaningful than two idiots who had nothing better to do and killed each other with knives.
But he did not care about Ma Min's life or death or honor at all. He only planned for the best for his princess.
Jorah clenched his teeth and persuaded in a low voice, "Your Highness, your method of fetching water is excellent. If it's only you and those 80 elite warriors, we can definitely walk out of the wasteland unscathed. Why don't …"
His eyes were dark and unpredictable, and there was an indescribable coldness in his voice. "Why don't we take the supplies while they are sleeping and leave quietly. It's better for a hundred people to survive than for the entire Kalla to collapse.
You have gold. When you reach the coastal cities, you can buy a ship to any free trade city-state or secretly buy a manor to wait for the dragon to grow up. "
Danny shook her head and sighed. "Sir, I am their Kalixi. Don't say such things again."
"Sigh, alright." Sir Jorah's expression changed from solemn to relaxed. It was unknown whether it was the indifference after completely giving up. "Your Highness, you have to be mentally prepared. The people will probably start dying soon. You are not a god and can't help everyone."
"How far are we?" Danny asked worriedly.
"Three-quarters, at least two-thirds. This is under the condition that we have been walking in a straight line. In fact, we have taken a detour because of the riverbed," Jorah said uncertainly.
At this moment, Danny also understood that a crisis was coming.
The deeper they went into the Red Wasteland, the less water they found. Today, the water supply was almost at its limit. Tomorrow …
"We should abandon a bunch of old horses," Danny decided.
Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile, "I almost forgot about the most important water source."
"Where?" Chora asked in surprise.
"Forget it, it's not time yet." She waved her hand and smiled.
Of course, it was urine!
How many times had Bear Grylls drunk urine?
Drinking urine was child's play for the man who stood at the top of the food chain. He remembered the most exaggerated time when he poured the blood of a sea turtle into his anus, causing him to scream.
The blood of sea turtles was too pungent, and one would vomit after drinking it. The large intestine could absorb the water in the blood.
Although it was a little disgusting, it was nothing compared to his life.
In times of crisis, he would definitely try to fill his intestines with horse blood. Anyway, Danny was Kalixi, and she would never be short of water.
Thinking of this, Dani looked at Chora with a strange gaze.
"What's wrong?" Da Xiong felt a chill crawl from the back of his neck to his tailbone.
"Nothing." Danny turned her gaze and walked towards her tent. "I'm going to train the dragon."
Danny lifted the leather curtain with a bamboo basket on her back and saw Afandi riding an old horse and stopping in front of her tent.
"Kalixi, Watson is dying. He's going to die." He shouted anxiously.
"Sigh, I know." Danny sighed and prepared to leave.
Afandi hurriedly asked, "Kalixi, what's the arrangement for Watson's funeral?"
Danny stopped and said in confusion, "He's a Volantis, and I don't know their customs. You can ask him."
"He wants to be cremated and buried with us. I can't decide, so I'm here to ask you." Afandi quickly said.
Now Danny understood. In the plains where resources were scarce, charcoal was mostly used to filter sewage. Even the roasted horse was cooked in a big pot to save firewood.
And buried with us …
Danny had no choice but to carry the three dragons and follow Afandi to his cattle tent.
Although the centaur tent was small, it could be shared by three or four people. There was no need to place too many things, just enough blankets, straw mats, and sleeping bags.
Seeing Danny coming over, the other two old men greeted her and left, leaving them some space.
Hearing Kalixi's doubts about the funeral ceremony, Toothless Old Man said with difficulty, "The Volantis nobles originated from the ancient Free Fortress of Valleglia. Like your Targaryen family, cremation is popular. I'm just a slave born by the Rohn River. Logically speaking, I should choose a river burial and a burial, but … cough cough cough … "
The old man coughed for a while, his old face showing a longing expression. "But my Hagol is Khal. He's like Khal Drogo, a great centaur warrior. In the end, he rode a blazing warhorse and rushed into the Night Kingdom of the Horse God. I think … cough cough cough …"
Danny said sympathetically, "You don't have to say anymore, I already understand. I've already removed your slave collar. You're no longer a slave but a centaur. I'll bury you according to centaur customs. The Horse God will accept you. "
Hearing this, the old man was excited and worried.
His spine arched as he struggled to raise his body. He looked at Dani with his hopeful blue eyes and asked, "Really? Can I really do that?" The Horse God will let me enter the Night Kingdom? But I … "
Danny rolled her eyes and said seriously, "You've seen the comet in the sky. You know what it means right?"
The old man was puzzled and nodded reluctantly, "I've heard. That's Khal Drogo and his Blood Guards leading five hundred warriors … Oh, and your little Khal. Blood stains the sky."
To hell with blood staining the sky. Danny's mood instantly turned sour. However, she couldn't be jealous of the old man who was about to die.
Hence, she glared fiercely at Afanti who was standing beside her and made a mental note of him.
Yep, he must be trying to mislead everyone.
"How about this? You ride the Blazing Warhorse and meet up with the Khal in the sky. When we're out of danger, the Khal will lead the warriors into the Night Kingdom and bring you along. Drogo is the greatest Khal. The Horse God won't stop his subordinates. "Danny comforted him.
"That's great!" The old man looked like he was relieved of a heavy burden. His arched body slammed back onto the grass curtain.
Danny heaved a sigh of relief. Old Watson jumped up like a zombie and grabbed Danny's wrist tightly. He said uncertainly, "But Khal Drogo doesn't know me. Will he accept me?"
"This …" Danny thought for a while and said happily, "It's okay. When we cremate you, I'll shout at the Khal in the sky and ask him to take you in. He'll be watching us and will definitely hear it. "
"Oh, that's great." The old man let go of Danny's hand and lay down again.
Danny placed her hands on her knees and slowly straightened her back … but she couldn't straighten it.
The old man didn't seem to have the strength to sit up anymore. He could only hold on tightly to Danny's silk pants.
"What's wrong?" Danny squatted down and held his withered hand.
"Kalixi, you're a good person. I'm leaving and can't serve you to repay your kindness. I can only record my life's work in …" Old Watson tilted his head and looked around. After a while, he raised his trembling right hand and pointed at a shabby brown leather bag at the corner of the tent. "There's a handwritten book with parchment paper. It records my life's work. I'll give it to you, Kalixi."
Life's work?
Danny didn't forget his occupation. Although the five types of Spring Song that were passed down from ancient Valleglia were considered a cultural heritage — in medieval Europe, exquisite erotic paintings could be passed down as family heirlooms.
But she was the Mother Of Dragons and had a bright future. She didn't want to develop that kind of special skill at all!
Avatar was inexplicably glared at by Kalixi before. He had been anxious, thinking about what he did wrong or what he did not do well.
At this moment, he saw an opportunity to show off. Without waiting for Kalixi's order, he immediately walked to the corner, opened the leather bag, and pulled out an A4 sized book with the thickness of a Xinhua dictionary.
Looking at the "Bible" in front of her, Danny glared at the "inconspicuous" Avatar.
Avatar was so scared that his hand trembled, and the thick book fell to the ground.
His eyes widened as if he was about to despair.
The book fell at Danny's feet, and the pages flipped open. She poked her head out to take a look. Sure enough, the first thing she saw was a picture that made people daydream.
It was still a painting, a charcoal sketch.
It was a difficult move even for a gymnast. There was Valleglia's text explanation next to it. It seemed that the annotations were very detailed.
She quickly closed the book, coughed softly, and said, "I accept your gift, thank you."
Old Watson nodded. He caught a glimpse of the white dragon that climbed from the bamboo basket to Danny's ear. His turbid eyes that were about to extinguish flashed a glimmer of light. He gasped and said, "Kalixi, this book took me more than 60 years of painstaking effort. I thought … Now I realize that it was born for you, and only you can make better use of it."
Danny was embarrassed and angry. If it was another person or another scene, she would have already punched him.
This dead old man is so bad. He actually treats me like this!
She didn't want to stay a moment longer. She vaguely responded with a few words, and then got up to leave with the thick sheepskin book.
"Hey, wait a minute." The blue-eyed old man grabbed the strap of Danny's sandals. "Kalixi, I almost forgot. There is still a sacrifice!"
"I didn't forget. Your horse was dishonest. It actually threw you off its back. Later, I will help you choose a more docile one to kill and bury with you.
If you need, I will also prepare a bag of gold medals for you, as well as a warrior's matching scimitar and bow. "Danny quickly made a promise.
"Thank you –" The old man didn't finish the word "thank you". His head tilted, his hand loosened, and he died.
The happy and expectant expression froze on his shriveled old face.
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