Dany led the five knights of Jorah Aggo to the outskirts of the khalasar beyond Jacokas' camp. A group of women in painted Dothraki waistcoats were weaving straw curtains. Their rough, cracked fingers were deft as they plucked the upper heads of whole wheat sprouts, tossed them into a dustpan, and wove the half-green, half-yellow stalks into the long curtains as if they were knitting a sweater.
The yurts of the Dothraki were mostly made of straw curtains. Even the fabric used to make clothes was pitiful. They wore leather waistcoats and jackets. Most centaurs did not have cloth to make tents.
When they saw Khaleesi arrive, the women and children beside her were expressionless. They did not greet her respectfully, nor did they look at her with venom.
"These are the slaves we captured from Ogo's khalasar," Jorah whispered.
The Dothraki 'ecology' was extremely cruel.
About a month ago, when the old dosh khalin prophesied that Daenerys would give birth to 'the steed that rides the world' in Visdoslake, Khal Ogo and Drogo were drinking and having fun in a tent, as if they were a pair of dearest brothers.
About nine days ago, the two met again on the banks of the Lazar River, a few thousand miles away from Visdothraki.
Khal Ogo was leading his khalasar to besiege a Lazar town, and Drogo happened to pass by.
Needless to say, Drogo led his roaring warriors to join the battle at the first opportunity.
Not to help Ogo, but to attack the rear of his army while Khal Ogo was busy attacking the town.
After wiping out Khal Ogo's tribe, Drogo took down the Lazar town that was on the verge of collapse.
In that battle, Drogo killed Ogo and his son with his own hands, and even cut off the head of one of Khal Ogo's bloodriders. Fighting one against three, he paid a small price, only losing a piece of his pectoralis major.
Drogo's strength aside, his actions showed the Dothraki's ruthless way of survival.
There was a scene at the beginning of Kung Fu where the leader of Crocodile said to the leader of Axe, who was about to cut him down, "Wait, did you forget? I treated you to a meal!"
Drogo and Ogo had more than just a meal together.
Unfortunately, all friendliness and peace only existed in Horse King City.
Under the shadow of the Mother Goddess, every grassland centaur in Visdothrak were brothers. All disputes were set aside, and after leaving the sacred grounds, there was only the most blatant 'survival of the strong and elimination of the weak' on the Dothrak Seas.
Drogo not only killed Ogo and his son, but also reduced all the women and children of Khalasa to slaves. At this moment, he was going west along the Lazar River to sell them to the Gith slave owners in Slave Bay.
A burst of noise and the sound of whips whipping brought Danny back to reality. Unknowingly, they had already walked out of the outermost perimeter of Khalasa.
Under the yellow evening sky, a few manors of the Raza people were struggling in the rolling black smoke. The fire was crackling and roaring. Under the collapsed dry mud walls, warriors in painted vests were galloping back and forth, waving the long whips in their hands as they shouted and urged the survivors to leave the smoking ruins.
Danny saw many mothers with numb and lifeless faces. They staggered with their crying children, and under the whips, they walked towards Drogo Khalasa's slave camp.
There were only a few men among them, and most of them were crippled and elderly.
Almost all the adult men were dead.
The Dothrak warriors consciously made way for Danny and her party. This attracted the attention of the people who were resting at the base of the mud wall. Soon, they came up with Haggo, whose face was covered in blood.
"Khaleesi, are you trying to steal other people's slaves again?"
Haggo sneered. Suddenly, he had an idea. He grinned at Danny like a wolf and lifted the hemp rope hanging on the saddle up high.
"Ah —"
As he expected, a nauseating stench of blood rushed towards him. Danny's pupils shrank to a point in fear, and she could not help but gasp for breath.
It was a series of human heads. Some young, some old, some with fear on their faces, some with anger even in death … Sticky dark red blood dripped slowly along the hemp rope that tied the hair, soaking Haggo's thigh that was hanging on one side of the saddle.
Some of the heads were cut in half neatly. Some of the necks were jagged, as if they had been cut several times before they were cut.
Danny also saw a head with a white spine hanging from the neck that was covered in black blood.
Could it be that Haggo had cut the edge of the blade and pulled the head that was cut in half from his shoulder?
Their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were wide open. Danny's ears seemed to be filled with shouts of accusation and curses.
Danny, who had seen such a cruel scene for the first time, was unsurprisingly frightened to the point that she was almost possessed.
God had mercy on her. This morning, she was still in the bright and sunny Medical College square, receiving her Master of Surgery degree!
Sir Jorah hurriedly urged his horse to Dani's side, supporting her to prevent her from swaying and falling. He helped her catch her breath, and then picked up the waterskin and poured water into her mouth …
Danny was like a rag doll. She was tortured by Jorah and Aggo for a while before she finally caught her breath and woke up.
She tried hard to hold back the tears and fear in her eyes, trying hard to fill her eyes with murderous intent. Then, she tried hard to raise her head and forced herself to look at Haggo who was still holding the string of human heads high.
Gradually, the cruel smile on Haggo's face faded away. He lowered his head as if he was bored and hung the heads back on the saddle.
But just as he lowered his head, Haggo seemed to be annoyed by the quiet and gloomy atmosphere around him.
"Kalixi, what are you looking at?" He could not help but raise his head and roar at Danny.
Danny's eyes were now completely devoid of fear and confusion. Her violet eyes were clear and cold, like a cold spring. "I'm counting to see if you have cut the most heads. Unfortunately, Ponoko has two more than you. "
"You —"
The veins on Haggo's neck bulged. He was just about to flare up at Danny, but he immediately shut his mouth. He nimbly dismounted from his horse and walked quickly to Ponoko's side. He faced him and started counting the heads in a low voice. After counting for a while, he started counting with his fingers with a confused expression.
Danny could not maintain her cold expression anymore.
The Blood Brotherhood was indeed very strong, but the Song of Ice and Fire was a world of low magic and low martial arts. The strongest individual martial arts could only fight against ten people. A strong warrior would start to feel exhausted after killing seven or eight people in a row.
Whether it was Haggo or the ten or so Kascots, none of them had obtained more than twenty heads. But Haggo actually counted with his fingers that were as thick as a carrot for almost a minute …
In the end, he returned to his saddle and held his own string of human heads to compare with Ponoko's.
Uh, the "top student" Danny Rize was right. Haggo had indeed lost two heads.
"Bam!"
The bloody human heads rolled on the ground, covered in a thin layer of dust, like the chaff on a fried chicken drumstick …
Haggo threw his string of human heads away angrily. He pulled out a woman in her thirties from the group of "shepherd" slaves beside him. He ignored her cries and struggles, and did not care that Kalixi was right in front of him. He immediately took off his sheepskin shorts and rode her.
The woman's cries seemed to be his glory. He even raised his head and smiled proudly at Danny Rize. His smile was ferocious, cruel, and full of provocation.
Everyone knew that Kalixi had once violated Dothraki tradition and forcefully saved a woman who was being humiliated in public.
Danny Rize knew that this was a war between her and Haggo. She should leave as if nothing had happened. This was the best choice for her and the poor woman.
"Hyah!"
She kicked the horse's belly lightly, and the little silver horse left with light steps.
Haggo cursed a few times in Dothraki dialect to vent …
Entering the battlefield, the dying horses were startled by Danny Rize. They raised their heads and neighed at her. There were also moaning wounded. They licked their dry lips and called out, "Kalixi, please give me some water." However, before Danny could do anything, a Jakarang trotted over.
"I'm sorry, Kalixi, for disturbing you."
He smiled apologetically at Danny Rize. With a flash of his blade, the young man slit the neck of the wounded soldier who was begging for water.
Accompanied by the sound of arrows of blood spurting out, the wounded man's eyes dimmed as he screamed. There was no pain or fear on his face, only faint regret and doubt.
It was as if in the last moment of his life, he was only wondering, 'Why don't you let me drink a mouthful of water before I die?'
Jakarang and Dothraki were people who specialized in relieving the wounded. They shuttled back and forth on the battlefield, harvesting a series of heads from the dead and the dying.
There was also a group of little girls carrying baskets running happily behind Jakarang. They looked curiously at Danny Rize for a while, then giggled as they walked towards the corpses. They extended their blood-stained little hands to pull out the arrows from the corpses and threw them into the baskets.
The arrows that were in good condition would be kept for next use. The arrows with broken tails would be inserted with feathers. The broken arrows would also be retrieved with metal arrowheads. When they returned, the slaves or women would put them back on the wooden poles.
Lastly, there was a group of skinny and hungry wild dogs with ferocious eyes. They first tried to sniff the corpses in front of Danny Rize. When they raised their heads and saw that she did not stop them, they bared their fangs and tore into the corpses … There was always a group of wild dogs following the Kalasa, as if forming a unique ecological chain in the sea of grass.
Similar things had happened many times. The dogs were used to it and thought that Danny Rize was used to it.
"Ugh —"
Danny Rize threw up on the horse's back, scaring the wild dogs into retreating. They did not even bother to chew on the warm white muscle meat in their mouths.
"Kalixi, it's late. Shall we leave?" Sir Jorah held her shoulders and advised her with a worried expression.
"Alright, let's go back."
This cruel world had unraveled its veil on Danny Rize without any scruples.
In the shortest amount of time, she had a sufficient understanding of her current environment.
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