When Danny and Rize returned to their tents, the hairless men who had treated Drogo were still there. A few horrifying women with wrinkled faces spread their legs that were as dry as tree roots, their messy white hair swaying with the ritual dance.
Their mouths, which were missing teeth, were wide open as they sang an ancient Dothraki song. Their voices were sharp and piercing.
They sang and danced around the naked man on the bed. The flames on the bonfire beside them followed the rhythm of the song. Sometimes, a two-meter-high orange flame would jump up abruptly, and at other times, it would almost be extinguished, leaving only the flickering of the charcoal.
Danny felt her scalp tingle. She stood at the door with her legs frozen like concrete pillars, unable to move a single step.
This is just the Dothraki witch doctor's dance. It's no big deal. You're still the Dragon Mother. It's just a flame wave, maybe it's the wind … She told herself.
"Roar —"
On the bed of fur, Drogo suddenly let out an inhuman howl. There was only one emotion in his voice: extreme pain.
Danny had seen him smiling in the face of injuries that were ten times more serious.
Even for a burly man like Zhang Fei, having a layer of skin cut off from his chest was only a superficial wound!
Even if the wound was inflamed and infected, even if the germs had penetrated deep into the organs, she should still be groggy and unconscious. Although she had just graduated, she had dozens of internships and knew that inflammation would not stimulate the pain nerves like this.
She thought back to the time when Milly Maz Tur had treated Drogo's wounds. Every night, Drogo would be in so much pain that he would kick and punch the air, tearing the sheepskin blanket apart several times.
Danny was completely sure that the witch doctor was doing this on purpose. She wanted to use the cruelest means to take revenge on the Dothraki. There was no doubt that nothing would satisfy her more than letting the khal die in extreme pain and endless suffering.
No, she was not satisfied. Danny Rize rubbed her belly. The witch doctor wanted to sacrifice Drogo's son to the devil and make his Khaleesi suffer for the rest of her life.
Drogo, who was groggy during the day and struggling in pain at night, was quickly forced to drink two large bowls of poppy wine by a few centaur women.
Poppy milk, a milky white liquid extracted from poppy flowers, has the miraculous effect of relieving pain and anesthetizing. It was the most commonly used anesthetic in Westeros and the nine free trade cities.
(Ps: The poppy in A Song of Ice and Fire is a reflection of the real poppy, but the poppy flower is not the same as the poppy flower. Simply put, the poppy milk in A Power Tour is a secondary magic item unique to the fantasy world. It does not exist in reality.)
The witch doctor did not know how to make poppy milk, but he did know how to make poppy wine, and the effect was about the same.
These hairless people were definitely worthy of the title of 'Mongolian doctors'. They had not received any formal training, and it was only because they could not have children that they became part-time doctors as a 'side job'. They also did things like cooking and herding horses and sheep.
Their medical skills were extremely poor, and they had almost no witchcraft. They could not treat slightly more serious injuries, nor could they get rid of the witch doctor's black witchcraft. Danny was sure that they did not realize that Drogo was under witchcraft.
After the hairless man bowed to her and left, Danny Rize came to the bed with the help of a maid.
"Jiqi, find me a dagger, a sharp one," she said to the maid.
When Danny Rize married Drogo, she received a lot of gifts, including three maids from Viserys. The Dothraki girls Jiqi and Irri, and the blonde, blue-eyed Reese Doreah.
Jiqi and Irri were about the same age as Danny, 14 years old. Both of them were captured as slaves when their father's Khalasar was destroyed by Drogo.
Doreah was older, only 20 years old, and was the head of a famous brothel in Reese.
They were not ordinary maids. Irri was good at horsemanship and was responsible for teaching Danny Rize how to ride.
Jiqi was proficient in the common language, Dothraki, and High Valleglia, and taught Danny Dothraki.
As for Doreah … She trained the ignorant little Danny Rize into a master of 'horsemanship' … Uh, commonly known as' Old Driver '.
Jiqi moved quickly and found a 30cm long dagger from a large purple wood box with a red copper frame that was half the height of a person.
The brown bone hilt, the dagger wrapped in a brown leather scabbard, curved into an arc like an Arak scimitar.
"This is Drogo's dragon bone dagger, Kalixi," Jiqi said.
"Shing!"
The dagger was unsheathed and brought out a snow-white waterfall under the light of the dark red torch.
The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, did not have a single gap. Danny Rize's smoky purple eyes flashed with satisfaction. Good dagger!
Seeing her bending over the butter candlestick raised by Doreah, seemingly ready to cut open the gauze on Drogo's chest, Sir Jorah hurried over and said softly, "Kalixi, your hands and feet are inconvenient, let me do it."
My hands and feet are inconvenient? Do you think my master's degree is fake?
Dany glanced at the big bear from the corner of her eyes and waved her blade over the candle flame. She skillfully cut open the filthy silk cloth that stuck to her skin. Underneath was a layer of wet blue mud and hard patches of fig leaves. Layer after layer, over the past seven or eight days, the hairless men had repeatedly smeared more than ten layers of Dothraki's holy medicine, mud paste, on her skin.
Saying that they were Mongolian doctors was an insult to Mongolian doctors.
Jorah turned his head and looked at Danny with surprise and doubt in his eyes. The dressing was cut open easily and flexibly, and it was hard to imagine that it was done by a pregnant girl who did not know how to use a sword.
The top layer of dressing was still wet, but the bottom layer was as dry as a sheep's mud wall. Under Danny's rhythmic tapping, it easily broke into pieces like a mud wall.
Removing the pieces stuck to the flesh and peeling off the purple-black fig leaves, gradually, a rotten smell mixed with a sweet smell filled the spacious yurt. The smell was so strong that it made it hard for them to breathe.
Doreah covered her mouth with one hand, her face swollen, and the thick butter candle in her other hand kept shaking. Jorah hurriedly reached out to take the candle, and Doreah immediately took a few steps back, trotted to open the leather curtain, and went outside to vomit.
The wooden tray in Irri's hands was full of peeled mud and leaves, stained with pus and blood, and small pieces of rotten flesh.
At this time, Drogo's injury was fully displayed in front of Danny. The left side of his chest was pitch black, and the rotten wound shone under the candlelight.
As Zhuo Ge breathed rapidly and laboriously, his chest heaved up and down. Purplish black pus and blood flowed out into three forked streams, drenching the pure white lamb wool blanket beneath him. The sweet stench became even stronger, and it made even the tough Chora feel nauseous.
"Kalixi, Kalixi …" Sir Jorah looked at Danny, who was standing on the spot with a pale face, and then looked at Irri and Jiqi, who were covering their noses and turning their heads. His mouth opened and closed, and he shouted a few times, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.
When Danny came back to her senses, she asked Irri and Jiqi to prepare hot water, strong alcohol, and other things. Jorah immediately grabbed her arm and said anxiously, "Kalixi, did you see it? Your husband is about to die. "
I know, I can guess that his chest must be filled with dirty pus and blood, and Drogo's heart is soaked in the purple-black poisonous blood. Even if the Black Witchcraft was expelled, this kind of injury would definitely kill him in the modern era where medical science is advanced, Danny and Rize thought silently.
It could even be said that he is already dead. The Witch hoped that he would suffer more pain and torture, which was why she used the strange Black Witchcraft to keep him alive.
"What are you trying to say, Sir?"
"Child, let's leave before he breathes his last!" Jorah advised.
"Leave? Where to? "Danny stared straight at Drogo's chest and asked blankly.
"To Asha in the Shadow Lands. That place is located far to the south, at the end of the known world. It is said that it is also a prosperous port. There, we should be able to take a ship back to Pentos … "
Sir Jorah hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is your Kars tribe trustworthy? With just the two of us, I'm afraid … "
"Hehe …" Danny Rize's pale smile turned into a bitter smile. She shook her head and said, "Sir, you are thinking too much. We can't leave. It is difficult to protect our own safety with fewer people. If we bring the Kars tribe, it will be too conspicuous. Do you think the forty thousand Howling Warriors are blind? "
Go to Asha?
Even a grown man would not be able to withstand the pain of a journey of ten thousand miles. Danny, a pregnant fourteen-year-old girl … might as well just stab herself.
Sir Jorah looked at Danny's big belly and frowned. "Your Highness, even if it is for the child, you should try to escape from this place.
The Dothraki submit to Khal Drogo's might, but that is all. They will never follow a crying baby. This is completely different from us Westeros.
When Drogo dies, Jake, Bono, and a dozen other bandits will immediately start fighting for the khal's position. Drogo's Khalasar will fall apart and kill each other until the final victor emerges. "
"And then?" Danny asked with a blank face.
Sir Jorah could not bear it. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly, "The new khal will not leave his opponents alive. Your child will be taken away the moment it is born and fed to the dogs … just like what Drogo did to Ogo and his son."
This Danny was stronger than Jorah had imagined. Other than her face being even paler, she did not fall into hysterical despair.
"If … I still have about a week … I still have about seven days to give birth. If Drogo dies before then and my child is not born, will they let me go?" Dani asked hesitantly.
"I am Khaleesi. According to the Dothraki tradition, no one can hurt a Khaleesi who has lost her husband. At most …"
Danny gritted her teeth and said the last sentence with difficulty. "At most, they will send me back to Visdorasco and become a member of the dosh khaleesi."
Sir Jorah was shocked and said in disbelief, "Are you willing to die of old age in Mawang City?"
Then, he shook his head in pain. "It is useless. Didn't you notice that the dosh khaleesi in Mawang City do not have children? After so many years, has there not been a Khaleesi who lost their khal while pregnant like you? "
"It is just a baby, and a baby who has lost his tribe." Danny's purple eyes flashed with fear as she said in disbelief.
Sir Jorah smiled bitterly and asked, "Do you still remember your brother, Rhaegar?"
Fourteen years ago, on the eve of Danny Rize's birth, her eldest brother, the crown prince Rhaegar Targaryen, died on the banks of the Trident during a battle with the usurper.
Her father, 'Mad King' Aeris, had his throat slit by the white knight who should have sworn to protect him and died tragically under the Iron Throne.
On the same day, Prince Rhaegar's child, Danny Rize's nephew and niece, the three-year-old Princess Renys, was split in two. Prince Aegon, who was still an infant, was plucked from his mother's head. Amidst the Crown Princess's anguished wails, he was smashed against the stone wall like a melon and smashed into a bloody pulp …
In the entire Targaryen dynasty, only Danny and Viserys were left … and now, only Danny was left.
She was even worse off than Murong Fu. At least she still had four retainers and relatives.
"If the Westeros who worship chivalry are like this, then the barbaric Dothraki …" After a pause, Jorah said, "One more thing. At the foot of the Mother of Mount, the dosh khaleesi prophesied that your child will become a steed that rides the world. His future achievements will be enough to strike fear in any enemy. No one will let you go at the risk of him growing up to take revenge."
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