Danny suddenly understood the meaning of the prophecy.
Sh * t, do you have to be so dramatic? I'm a transmigrator, how can a prophecy work on me?
Danny was pleasantly surprised but also a little shocked.
But after complaining, she was faced with another problem: she was not familiar with the location mentioned in the prophecy.
The Dothraki Sea was indeed a grassland, but in the first era, in the ancient mythological era, it was really a sea, a silver sea, the kingdom of the Fisherman Queen.
Even today, the grassland was still covered with rivers and lakes.
What was even more ridiculous was that as the seasons changed, the rivers changed, the lakes became grasslands, and grasslands became lakes. It was similar to the change between the rainy and dry seasons of the African grasslands.
Many old centaurs who had lived in the grassland all their lives would not dare to say that they were familiar with every river.
That was why the old bed slave Watson's notebook was so precious …
"Uh, Watson's notebook!" Danny was stunned, then slapped her forehead and laughed. "You're really riding a donkey looking for a donkey!"
When Danny had just transmigrated, when she led her Little Cass Tribe through the Red Wastelands, she had sent an old Volantis man to the Horse God's Night Kingdom according to the centaur custom.
He was originally a bed slave, but later on, he had a mixed-blood centaur with a centaur woman, Blue Eyes Hagg.
Blue Eyes Hagg's experience was legendary. Not only did he become a khal, but he also had the ambition to unify the Dothraki Sea.
For his son's ambition, Watson began to draw the terrain of the Dothraki Sea once a year.
Even though Blue Eyes Hagg died before his ambition was realized, and Watson himself became Drogo's slave, he could not give up on his dream.
It took Watson sixty years to figure out the pattern of the Dothraki Sea's rivers and pastures.
Even the cities that the centaurs of the Ursos Continent passed by, such as the three cities of Slaver's Bay, Kohor, the towns along the Loen River, Pentos, Myr, and other coastal cities … their customs, history, culture, city defense, and ruling families were all recorded.
The cover was as big as an A4 paper, and as thick as a Xinhua dictionary.
Other than the twelve types of Spring Cry that belonged to his old profession, everything else was to help the centaurs conquer the world.
When the notebook fell into the hands of Danny, who had changed her core, it helped her understand this world better.
Now, her cheap son might have to rely on that notebook to save his life.
While sending a message to Qiao Ge, the Blood Alliance Guard, Danny took out a large piece of dragon paper and shared her memory with Dahei with the Black Dragon Spirit. Dahei drew on the paper with its claws that were thicker than Danny's waist.
Well, a dragon meat printer was also Dahei's first profession.
Of Danny's three bloodriders, Ah Ge was mature and steady, holding the position of commander of the militia. He had been in Meereen managing nearly a hundred thousand Guise prisoners; Rakarlo's talent was mediocre, but his appearance was dignified, and he was skilled in both swords and arrows. He stayed by Danny's side to keep up appearances.
Jhogo was adept at leading the Centaur tribe. He had once led the Centaurs to roam between Meereen and Borash. Now that he had returned to Meereen, the Centaurs under his command attacked the spies infiltrating Meereen in the form of roaming cavalry.
Summoned by Khaleesi, Qiao Ge quickly rushed to the top garden of the Great Pyramid.
At this time, Dahei's sketch was not completed yet.
"Kalixi, you were looking for me?"
Seeing that he was wearing a brown Dothraki vest, Danny could not help but frown, saying, "Why aren't you wearing chainmail?"
"Kalixi, I don't need to go out of the city to patrol today. I'll stay in Meereen," Jhogo said.
"Jon Bolton and the Wildfire General did not leave the city either. Weren't they also assassinated? From now on, you can't take off your armor when you eat or sleep, "Danny said sternly.
Knowing that Jhogo did not like to wear plate armor, she had specially asked the blacksmith Tobu to forge a set of tile-steel chainmail for him.
Because it was made of tile-steel, the steel wires used to weave the chainmail were very thin and sparse. It was only twenty-five kilograms in total, very light.
Perhaps it could not withstand crushing damage, but it was almost immune to ordinary arrows and sword slashes.
"Okay." Jhogo nodded in agreement.
At this time, Dahei had drawn most of the river. There were no characters, only the river, grassland, hills and other landscapes under the wide-angle lens.
"Look, do you know where it is?" Danny pointed to the ground with her mouth.
The part of the map of the Dothraki Sea in Watson's Diary was mainly studied by Jhogo, because he needed to lead thousands of roaring warriors to roam outside.
With just a glance, Jhogo immediately nodded, saying, "I've never been there, but I've seen this place on the map. It's about eight hundred kilometers northwest of Meereen."
Three hours later, Danny saw the river in the prophecy.
Jhogo's eyesight and memory were very good. That place was exactly the same as the scene Danny saw in the Immortal Palace three years ago.
The sun set in the west, and the open grassland was bathed in a layer of golden-red mist. The river water tinkled, and the brocade-like surface of the river undulated with a layer of slight ripples, like the bright eyes of a naughty child.
"Slap —" Jhogo slapped the Nth bug that landed on his face, and asked for the Nth time, "Kalixi, what are we doing?"
Dahei walked through the golden-red sunset, and Danny sat cross-legged on the grass beside the river, her eyes slightly narrowed and her expression calm.
"Wait, it's not dark yet, it's not time yet."
Danny looked as calm as an old dog, but her heart was beating like a drum.
She did not see anyone, and for a moment, she suspected that she had overthought and misunderstood the prophecy.
But inexplicably, she felt that she could wait for the person she wanted to see here — this feeling had also appeared in the Immortal Palace. At that time, she had an impulse to lift the cowhide curtain.
She decided to trust her intuition.
Of course, Danny was not someone who would resign herself to fate.
She meditated in the Clear River Green, but Dahei was flying in the sky, searching for traces of centaurs in the direction of Borash.
The last rays of the sun fell below the western horizon, and a waning moon cast a faint silver glow on the river. Danny, who had her eyes closed, finally opened her eyes and smiled.
.....
Ma Ge was a typical centaur, cruel, brave, bloodthirsty, unafraid of death, loyal and fearless.
He was about the same age as Jhogo and Rakarlo, and had similar life experiences — at least the first half of their lives.
They had all been subordinates of other Khalasar, and King Drogo had defeated their Khalasar. He had chosen brave youths and healthy girls from the captives to supplement his Khalasar, and the rest of the centaurs had either been reduced to slaves or bought into Slave Bay.
Jhogo, Rakarlo, Jhiqui, Irri and the other youths had easily accepted their fates. They did not hold a grudge against Drogo for destroying their Khalasar, or the current Khalasar.
This was a centaur custom, and everyone knew it.
It was a rule of the Dothraki Sea, as natural as the seasons.
But Jhogo, Quero and the others had followed Khaleesi, becoming her kars.
Ma Ge had been assigned to Jako's kars.
Their fates had diverged in that moment …
After taking down the town of the shepherds, Ma Ge had captured a beautiful young shepherdess, and he had ridden her happily. Then Khaleesi had come.
She had taken the spoils from him.
This was a great insult to the centaurs.
Everyone knew that even the khal could not take a centaur's spoils of war.
After the khal's death, Ma Ge finally had a chance for revenge. He had fought bravely, following Jako's khal to intercept and take away Koholo, who was "riding the world's steed."
He had dealt the final blow to Blood Guard Koholo. Because of his bravery, Jako had promoted him to Blood Guard, and he had reached the pinnacle of his life. He had made a bet with his khal that the cowardly women of the Sunset Kingdom would cry at the sight of a child's head on a stalk.
He had lost the bet.
But he had taken back his spoils from the woman. Now, he could not even remember what the young shepherdess looked like, but he would not forget the pleasure of riding her again until the moment of his death.
He still wanted to see the woman's enraged expression, and call for her companions to ride with her.
Unfortunately, the woman did not get angry. She only swore softly that she would take his head one day.
Ma Ge found it rather boring.
The threats from the woman's mouth were like a breeze on the plains.
Many years had passed, and Ma Ge heard more and more news about the woman. He was anxious, but not afraid.
He swore that even if her demonic dragon used its mouth to bite his skull, he would not tremble or beg for mercy.
On the contrary, Ma Ge was looking forward to meeting her again.
Next time, he would use his curved sword to make her suffer. Only her tears and blood could wash away the humiliation of his spoils of war.
Even the khal could not take his things, so what right did Kalixi have?
When Jako finally agreed to Wizard Koholo's request and led the khalasar towards Borash, Ma Ge happily pulled over the two female slaves and rode in front of everyone.
Unfortunately, the horse god did not look after them.
The pale mare (another name for the blood plague) took away the khal's life and unfulfilled ambitions. His khalasar split into five smaller khalasars in a way that everyone knew.
Then, everyone knew that the new khal would kill the original khal's son and bring his wife to Horse King City to become a dosh khalin.
Lilith and Kalixi were also dead. The new khal only had one goal left: to kill Django who "rode the world's steed."
That woman's actions inspired Jako. Before he died, he also wanted to send his only son to Horse King City.
Ma Ge was a blood guard and would carry out any orders from the khal, even if it meant suicide.
Thus, before Jako completely died, he chose 300 elite knights from Kal's army and led Django and Glise to leave the camp under the cover of the night.
It was almost exactly the same as that woman back then.
However, Django was just as terrifying as Legg back then. They were both so outstanding that the dosh khalin called them "riding the world's steeds."
Ma Ge suspected that "riding the world's steeds" was not a blessing, but a curse.
Otherwise, why would they all end up in such a miserable state?
They cursed their parents, cursed themselves.
Yes, Django was about to die.
He was a good horseman who was like a white lion on the plains. He was not even four years old and had killed two roaring warriors with his bow during the process of breaking out of the encirclement.
However, there were just too many enemies, ten times their number. Little khal Django was still too young. His chest was slashed by the enemy's scimitar and he did not have long to live.
Khal's 300 Kal's army also withered away.
As a blood guard, Ma Ge was not afraid of death. He was even glad that he could die in battle.
However, he had regrets. He regretted that he could not complete the khal's last wish. He regretted that the little khal would be like Legg, having his head chopped off and hung on a bamboo pole.
He also regretted that he could not raise his scimitar and charge at the Megalosaurus.
Sigh!
In order to slay a dragon, he had even practiced using grass-stuffed cloth cloth many times …
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