The night sky of the grassland was as clear as water. The river of stars could be seen clearly, moving slowly and silently without stopping.
The earth was empty and desolate. The brilliant stars were like the lights on the dome. They extended from one end of the horizon to the other end of the horizon, illuminating the ancient and boundless grassland with dim silver light.
"Rub rub rub …"
In the quiet night, there was only the sound of insects and flowing water. Suddenly, there was the sound of limbs rubbing against the grass.
There was also a hint of blood in the faint smell of grass.
"Who is it?" Qiao Ge suddenly stood up, his hand on the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, and looked towards the south cautiously.
A tall and strong white horse walked out from the grass beside the river. Under the moonlight, he could vaguely see two children sitting on it. The one in front was lying on the horse's neck, motionless.
The three or four year old girl behind, with long silver hair and a Dothraki painted vest, heard Qiao Ge's shout, she immediately cried softly. Her cries were weak and filled with helplessness and fear.
"Kalixi, I don't know which tribe these centaur children are from. One of them seems to be injured." Qiao Ge turned back and said to Danny who was still sitting cross-legged on the grass.
"Bring them here." Danny opened her eyes, her voice was filled with complex emotions.
"Where are you from?" Qiao Ge took the horse bit and carefully looked at the children on the saddle.
The one lying on the horse's neck was a silver-haired boy, who looked to be seven or eight years old. The wound seemed to be on his chest, and the blood that flowed out dyed the horse's stomach red.
Hearing the sound, the girl could only cry. The boy slowly raised his head, revealing a pale face and dim purple eyes.
Qiao Ge noticed that the boy was still holding a small scimitar in his hand, and his right hand was holding the scimitar tightly.
"Who … are you?" The boy's eyes were as alert as an injured lone wolf.
"Good boy!" Qiao Ge's eyes lit up, and praised with a smile: "Kalixi, this little wolf cub is a good centaur."
Danny stood up, and looked at the boy strangely.
Different from her oval face, the boy had a chubby round face, and two dimples on the side of his face.
Silver hair and purple eyes belonged to a foreign race, but he also had the bronze skin of a centaur and almond-shaped eyes.
"Boy, who are you?" Danny withdrew her distracting thoughts and asked knowingly.
The boy stared at Danny with his eyes wide open. There was a moment of confusion. "I'm Django, the son of Khal Jaco. Who are you?"
"Uh, it is indeed a centaur." Danny facepalmed.
Only centaurs would have such a hard head. Even a slightly smarter child would give a fake name when being chased for thousands of miles.
"Jake?" The admiration in Qiao Ge's eyes quickly turned into cold killing intent. He pulled out his scimitar and was about to strike.
"Don't move." Danny took a step forward and pressed on Blood Alliance Guard's shoulder, stopping him from moving.
"Kalixi, he's Jake's son. We can kill him to avenge Prince Legg." Qiao Ge whispered.
"I know what to do."
Danny said and went forward to take the scimitar from the boy's hand. The boy held it tightly and still wanted to struggle.
After that, she personally carried him down from the horse's back and went to the river to clean his wounds.
"Ding Ding Dang Dang …"
When she moved his body, the five or six bronze bells on his braid shook lightly.
The girl on the horse also stopped crying. She was like a wooden stake, with lifeless eyes and a helpless expression, sitting on the saddle in a daze.
"You were stabbed in the chest and lost too much blood. You can't live!" Danny said to the boy.
The boy's chest injury was indeed very serious. He was stabbed from the right shoulder all the way to the left side of his abdomen. Under the skin of his chest, the cracked ribs and the internal organs in his lower abdomen could be faintly seen.
Because of the excessive blood loss, his body was soft and had no strength at all.
"Oh." The boy replied, there was no fear on his face. "I killed two."
"There is no blood on your scimitar." Danny said.
"I used a bow and arrow and pierced their throats." The boy said.
"You're going to die. Aren't you afraid?" Danny took off the painted vest and silk pants on his body and asked curiously.
"What … is death?" The boy asked blankly.
"You've killed people before. Don't you know what death is?" Danny's tone became more and more strange.
"I don't know, but I'm not afraid. My mother said that I'm riding the steed of the world. There's nothing that can scare me."
The boy's face was pale. The pulled wound was so painful that his gums clenched and his body trembled.
A pair of large almond-shaped eyes unconsciously flowed with tears.
"You're crying, and you're still saying that you're not afraid?" Danny laughed.
"I … I'm so cold. I don't know. I'm cold …" The boy's voice gradually weakened, and the light in his eyes disappeared bit by bit.
Danny sighed and began to extract the thin spiritual essence in the world. She chose a type B active spiritual essence and merged it with the Holy Mother's divine power to create the Holy Healing Art.
"Boom —"
A ball of milky-white flames appeared out of thin air and enveloped the boy who had been washed clean of blood.
The white ball of light had a holy and majestic aura, but it also had a kind and holy aura.
The Dragon Queen held the boy with both hands as if she was holding up a bundle of firewood that was burning with white flames.
The wound on the boy's chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The temperature and power that he had lost gradually returned to his body.
However, he had lost too much blood and was still unconscious.
"Kalixi, you're …" Qiao Ge was dumbfounded.
"This is the Holy Healing Art," Danny explained.
"I know it's the Holy Healing Art. However, isn't the Holy Healing Art not supposed to be used on people other than believers? Moreover, it's so … huge, "Qiao Ge gulped and said with difficulty.
"Heh, I'm different from others."
At this moment, Danny had already given the Holy Healing Art to the high-ranking believers. There were already many Holy Disciples who could use the Holy Healing Art in the Westeros.
They could obtain a certain number of "Spell Slots" through praying. One-third to one-half of the Power of Faith would be used as Blackie's reward. The rest would be converted into the Holy Mother's Divine Power and stored in the Pool of Faith. When needed, they could extract it at any time and convert it into Holy Healing Art.
Unlike in DND, where Mages had to memorize and could only memorize one Spell Slot every day (after using this spell, they could not use it again today unless they had a special specialty), the Holy Priests of the Seven Gods were like saving money and depositing it in a bank.
For example, Big Sparrow had the highest "salary" and could accumulate hundreds of Holy Healing Arts every day. If he could not finish using them, he would continue to accumulate them. Although the interest was zero, after three to five years of accumulation, he could almost support a small war.
The only thing was that they could only heal devout believers of the Seven Gods.
This was a restriction that Danny had added to save costs.
Apart from the Holy Mother's Divine Power, the Holy Healing Art also required Spiritual Bestowment.
Type B Spiritual Substance would not distort one's will and was safe and harmless. Only when it combined with the Holy Mother's Divine Power could it produce the miraculous Holy Healing Art.
Devout believers were connected to the Seven Gods through the Channel of Faith. They could bestow Spiritual Substance to the other party through the Channel of Faith. It was similar to pouring water directly into a bottle through a pipe. The Spiritual Substance could be used up 100% and there was almost no additional loss.
If there was no Channel of Faith, for example, Danny was healing Legg in her arms now.
She could only use the crude "outside-in" Spiritual Bestowment method. It was similar to putting a bowl outside the house to catch the rain on a rainy day. When the bowl was full, who knew how much Spiritual Substance would be wasted.
That was why the scene of Danny healing Legg was so exaggerated. It was like a downpour.
"He's Jake's son," Jhogo reminded with a frown.
"It's the custom of the Dothraki Sea to take in the children of the defeated Khalasar. From today onwards, these two children will join our Khalasar … Oh, someone's coming." Danny placed the boy on the grass beside the river and looked into the distance.
"Thud thud thud … Rumble …"
The silence of the grassland was broken. The sound of horse hooves rumbled. It was as if an army of thousands of men and horses was approaching from afar. The earth began to shake. The surface of the river rippled. The stalks of grass that poked out of the river swayed gently …
They were getting closer and closer. The galloping of thousands of horses was like thunder, echoing through the vast and desolate starry sky. The neighing of horses, the shouting of battle, the clashing of swords, the wailing of anguish, the maniacal laughter …
After crossing a line of low hills, large numbers of torches suddenly appeared in Danny and Jhogo's vision.
It was as if a wildfire on the grassland was spreading from afar.
With the help of the moonlight, Danny could see that in front of the cavalrymen holding torches, there was a small group of knights that was being nibbled away.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh …"
The pursuing cavalrymen stood on their saddles, let go of the reins and drew their bows to shoot arrows.
The fleeing cavalrymen in front were not just taking the hits without retaliating. They lay on the backs of their horses and loaded their crossbows. Then, they turned around and shot down a few cavalrymen holding torches.
There were about two thousand and five hundred cavalrymen chasing after more than fifty fleeing centaurs.
"Django, Glise!"
The white horse that the little girl was riding was very eye-catching under the moonlight. She was quickly noticed by the cavalrymen in front.
"Horse God, it's you!!!"
When they got closer to the white horse, the leading cavalryman in front also saw Dragon Queen standing there with both hands on her sword.
He recognized the Dragon Queen.
"Ah, Kalixi!"
"Danny Glise of the Sea of the Setting Sun!"
"Dragon Queen …"
Most of the chased cavalrymen in front recognized her and shouted out in shock. There were all kinds of names, but most of them were "Kalixi".
She was indeed their Kalixi.
Four years ago, these people were still the roaring warriors of Drogo Khalasar.
"Haha, Horse God bless me, for me to meet you at this time, kill kill kill!"
When the leading centaur saw the Queen's smiling face under the moonlight, he was so shocked that he stopped his galloping warhorse. But in an instant, he whipped his horse's butt, pulled out his scimitar, and charged over.
Dragon Queen stuck her sword in front of her, one hand on the hilt and the other pulling down her visor. She did not dodge.
Jogo carried the crying little girl down from the horse and placed her beside the boy. He held up a large oak shield and squatted in front of the two children.
"Kill kill kill …" The cavalryman was getting closer and closer. She could even see his blood-stained, twisted face and his red eyes that were shining with madness.
"Scram!"
When the cavalryman was within ten meters of Dragon Queen, she spoke.
Five Dragon Spirits, imitating the soul-destroying blow of the Dragon Slayer Horn.
"Hiss hiss …" Bearing the brunt of the attack, the cavalryman's eyes rolled back. His warhorse's hooves trembled and fell to the ground. It slid seven to eight meters and stopped right beside Danny.
And this was just one of them.
The fifty or so cavalrymen who were running away were all thrown off their saddles and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Their warhorses lost their strength and fell to the ground.
The few hundred cavalrymen who were the most anxious at the back were too close to Dragon Queen. As if they had stepped into a horse trap, their horses lost their footing and the cavalrymen fell.
The remaining cavalrymen quickly pulled on the reins and tried to calm the warhorses that were out of control.
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