The Dothraki liked to say "everyone knows". When they said this, they did not mean that everyone present knew something, but they were expressing a kind of established tradition.
In fact, Ma Min's "everyone knows" was still very survival wise. For example, Danny's handmaidens and Blood Alliance Guards advised her to avoid the life-saving dead city because they were afraid of the demons.
Ji Qi said, "Once the gods leave, the evil spirits will go out at night to hunt." Did it make sense?
This made a lot of sense to the herdsmen who followed the grasslands and rivers.
Why would a city die?
In this era, in this world, there were usually only two reasons: the first was plague, and the second was war.
Plague was needless to say, of course, it had to be avoided. The massacre caused by war would leave a city full of dead bodies, and the piles of dead bodies would also cause a plague.
Ma Min was not afraid of war, but in the face of an almost irresistible plague … the germs that caused the plague were the "evil spirits" in Ma Min's mouth.
The ignorant Dothraki summed up a set of survival rules adapted to this land through the bloody experience and lessons of their ancestors for thousands of years.
"I have a dragon, any evil spirits will actively avoid it when they see a dragon." Danny could only comfort Ma Min like this.
There was no need to remind her of the "fresh" dead city that "everyone knows", Danny would be alert and avoid it herself. But the ruins had been there for many years. No matter what caused its destruction back then, it would not be able to hurt them today.
Without delay, Danny immediately ordered to recall the knights who were looking for water at the front. The khalasar changed the direction of their advance, and the first 20 warriors set off at this moment to look for food and water in White City.
In order to comfort the worried Ma Min, Danny also sent the black dragon to follow them all the way.
Yes, she would enter the dragon dream state and command the little dragon.
Things progressed more smoothly than she expected. An hour later, the black dragon followed the vanguard and arrived at White City.
It was a white city as bright as the moon and as beautiful as a young girl. The white city walls and white towers shone in the dense afternoon air curtain, so beautiful that people would think it was a mirage.
When they arrived at the outskirts of White City, at Danny's request, the black dragon struggled to fly into the sky from the bamboo basket on Aggo's back.
With just a glance, Dani could see through Blackie's vision that the city was filled with greenery.
After getting closer, Danny was so excited that she left her Dragon Spirit state.
"There are orchards, figs, grapes, and I see peach trees." She got up and held Dolia's hand, her joy overflowing in her words. "Our team is saved. We can settle down there and farm until the little dragon grows into a Megalosaurus, hahaha …"
In the afternoon, when the sun was still hanging at a forty-five degree angle in the sky, Danny impatiently urged Khalasar to set out.
"You don't have to be stingy this time. It's only a two to three hour journey. Ah Ge and the others have already prepared fresh fruits and sweet well water. Let's work harder. Hope is right in front of us. "Danny could not wait to gallop away.
When they were five kilometers away from White City, Dahei flew over and landed on her shoulder. The sky fell into a yellow sunset. Danny and her Kala Sa finally arrived at the white city wall.
"I didn't expect to see such a majestic building in the barren Red Plains." Sir Jorah said to Danny in an incredible tone, "Even in our Westeros, such a city is not common."
That's your Westeros. This is my White City.
Danny's big violet eyes smiled like crescent moons. "I declare that this city is occupied by me!"
Seeing Danny so happy, Jorah also joked lightly, "Then Your Highness, please name your city."
She tilted her head and thought for a while. She chuckled and said a word, "White Cloud City." Then she rode the little silver horse and quickly ran into the city gate.
From a distance, it was a beautiful city of pure white stone. The three-foot-high city wall blocked all the dregs behind it. After entering, she found that there were broken walls in front of her. Devil's Grass grew in the cracks of the floor tiles, and vines spread in the collapsed houses. Danny even saw that in the center of the street, there was a jujube tree as thick as a thigh, with sparse green and shriveled dates hanging on it.
Maybe it came from a jujube pit decades ago?
"How long do you think this city has been deserted?" she asked the people around her.
"Looking at how well it is preserved, it should be twenty or thirty years," Jorah said uncertainly.
Danny shook her head. "Definitely more than that."
She turned around and shouted to the old man who was holding a branch and standing on the saddle to pick dates, "Afanti, come here."
"Oh, Kalixi, I'm coming."
"Tut tut tut …" The horse stepped on the gray stone floor, making crisp sounds. In a short while, it came to Danny.
"How old are you? Have you heard any news about this city in these years? "
"Kalixi, have some dates." Afanti flatteringly held seven or eight green dates the size of a pinky and handed them to Danny.
"You can eat it yourself." Danny shook her head.
Only then did Afanti put the dates into the pouch on the horse's back like a treasure. He said thoughtfully, "Kalixi, I don't know how long I've lived. Many times in the sea of grass, there is a season for several years in a row. I'm so confused that I can't tell. I only remember that I've seen winter snow about eight or nine times."
Not to mention the horse people who didn't invent a calendar at all, even the nobles of Westeros couldn't figure out the season and year. They relied on the scholars of the City of Knowledge to send out ravens to remind them every year.
The world of ice and fire didn't have a fixed change of seasons. For example, Danny only remembered seeing snow when she was very young. She was like many teenagers of this generation, a child of summer.
"When was the last time it was winter? What season is it now? "She turned her head and asked the most knowledgeable knight.
Uh, it was a little awkward. Under Danny, the boors of Bear Island had become wise.
Jorah Mormont scratched his reddened scalp and thought hard for a moment. He said, "When I was still the Count of Bear Island, I think I heard the scholar say that this summer was especially long. At that time … About six years ago, counting … It should still be summer now. It's been ten years. "
He looked at the sultry dark red sky. There was no way to deny that it was still summer now.
"You need a scholar." He sighed and suggested helplessly.
"If a scholar really comes to my side, I'm afraid that it won't be long before a detailed report about me and my dragon is placed on the desk of every Westeros nobleman." Danny said softly.
"It's not that bad. The scholar swears loyalty to the person he serves …" Jorah muttered without confidence.
He suddenly thought of himself …
Noticing Kalixi's questioning gaze, Afanti was stunned for a moment before he said, "In my impression, the Red Wasteland has always been a taboo place that can't be stepped into."
"Look, Kalixi!" As they talked, they walked towards the palace in the center of the city. When they passed by a place where six streets intersected, Aggo suddenly exclaimed. He pointed at an empty marble pedestal and said, "The White City's god has been moved away by the centaurs. There must have been a Khalasar here. It's very likely that a khal plundered the city. "
"Eh …" Old Afanti rode forward and circled the marble pedestal in the center of the street twice. He was also surprised. "There really were centaurs here. When did that happen?"
"How do you know?" Danny was puzzled.
"Kalixi, did you notice?" Afanti held the horsewhip and pointed at the surrounding streets. "This is the intersection of six streets. It's considered the city center. So, the White City's god should be placed on the marble pedestal."
Danny agreed with this statement. She nodded. "And?"
"Have you forgotten? Only the Dothraki have the habit of robbing the statues of other races. "Chora interrupted.
With his reminder, Danny suddenly recalled a memory. After the Dothraki destroyed the city, they liked to rob the statues of their gods or heroes.
The holy land of the Dothraki, starting from the Horse Gate, had a main road that ran through the Horse King City — the Avenue of the Gods.
There were countless statues on both sides of the path, some made of stone, some of bronze, some of iron, some of wood, and even some of Valyrian steel.
There were statues of gods, statues of kings and heroes. There were even statues of evil gods and devils from the Shadow Lands.
"It seems that this place has a longer history than we thought. It's at least a hundred years old. The Dothraki army must have been able to come here because the river hadn't dried up at that time. Just a few hundred centaurs would never be able to take down this strong city. “
As they spoke, Danny and her khalasar had already passed through the streets and arrived at the ruins of the palace in the center of the city.
The centaurs were unwilling to live in the stone houses where ghosts wandered. Danny had no choice but to let them set up tents against the walls of the tall palace.
There were walls to block out the sun.
After everything was settled, the khalasar sat in the square in front of the palace. The warriors sent first collected many fruits, there were figs, grapes, peaches, apples …
Although the fruits were generally stunted, small and tasteless, her people all greedily reached out to grab them, pushing each other and stuffing the fruits into their mouths, making satisfied chewing sounds.
"The walls are white, the towers are white, the buildings on the streets are white too. The palace is still monotonous white, and there are white skeletons on the streets. It's all white as far as the eye can see. It should be called the City of Bones." Chora rubbed his hairy arms and said in a strange tone.
In fact, there were burn marks everywhere in the city, but the black of the fire had become mottled with time.
In the dark night, under the crimson light of the red comet, only the sound of the wind that sounded like the cries of ghosts echoed in the alley. It was indeed a little eerie.
Danny's two centaur maids were already a little uneasy. When they heard the knight's words, they were so scared that they started to tremble.
Jiqi said with a sobbing tone, "Kalixi, we can't stay here. This is the territory of the evil spirits. Listen, they're cursing us in the corner!"
"What City of Bones? Nonsense! " Danny glared at Da Xiong and said firmly, "This is White Cloud City. I'm the lord of White Cloud City. This is my territory."
"Hiss!" Da Hei received her message and opened its mouth at the right time, spitting out a bright red dragon flame that was thirty centimeters long and as thick as a thumb.
The dragon flame was mixed with a black smoke, which looked terrifying.
The two maids stopped talking.
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