The old woman was truly regretful. Legg had received her personal blessing and prophecy.
Yes, the prophecy that Legg would "ride the steed of the world" was made by this one-eyed old woman.
Then Legg died (in the original work).
She even predicted that Drogo would win the battle and successfully cross the narrow sea to help her son win the Iron Throne.
Drogo died before he could even win the battle. He died just as he left the Horse King City.
The one-eyed old woman was a forest witch who relied on guesses to make her prophecies.
"There's nothing to regret. I promised you two oaths." Danny said.
Seeing her so calm and collected, the old woman couldn't help but be bewildered and asked, "Are you really sure?"
"If I'm not sure, why would I come all the way here to die?" Danny laughed.
"You can't use any magic. You can't use that kind of sorcery that causes fear just by looking at it." The old woman reminded.
"It seems that you know me quite well. Since that's the case, Targaryen, you should know about my reputation as a man of my word, right? "
The old woman nodded and sighed. "Actually, I've been troubled by the prophecy of 'ride the steed of the world'.
The Horse King City is huge and can accommodate all the centaurs. When the city was first built, it was prepared for this prophecy. "
"One day, all the centaurs will gather in Horse King City, and a Khal of Khals will be born from the many khals. He will lead the centaurs to rule this world, which is to say, he will ride the steed of the world."
"I thought he was your child Legg. Then I thought he was Jaco's son Django. But they … sigh!
Because of the blood plague, almost all the centaurs have returned to the Horse King City to seek refuge. It seems that half of the prophecy has come true.
But I don't know if I should give you my blessing because my blessings always bring misfortune. "The old woman sighed bitterly.
At least you have some self-awareness.
But this old witch might not be a complete muggle. Her prophecy …
Could it be that a person without any supernatural power could make a prophecy?
Before leaving the one-eyed old woman's tent, Danny asked, "Where's the steel statue? The one with the king's head and the Megalosaurus' torso. "
The old woman was stunned for a moment before she reacted and said, "There was a merchant who stole at night. His hands and his servant's hands were chopped off by my servant. However, there were still people who stole it the next day. The third day, the fourth day … I had no choice but to move it here and bury it under my tent."
"Uh …" Danny lowered her head and looked at the solid mud on the ground with a strange expression.
"If you want it, then go ahead and dig it out. Steel weapons are definitely more practical than statues," the old woman said nonchalantly.
"I thought you would treat it as a treasure," Danny said strangely.
"I've asked all the blacksmiths, and none of them could do anything about it. Otherwise, they definitely wouldn't give it to you." The old woman said honestly.
After bidding farewell to the old woman, Danny led the centaurs to deliver gifts to all the Dosh Kalins.
It wasn't as much as the one-eyed old woman, but everyone still had a share.
In just one afternoon, Danny had given out at least 8 million gold royals worth of gifts — — and that didn't include 'Kalixi's Blessing' and 'Kalixi's Tenacity'.
Uh, the centaurs had to be direct. The more rustic it was, the easier it was to remember, and the easier it was to let them understand Kalixi's capabilities.
Just like 'Old Godmother', it was easy to understand and easy to promote.
After tossing and turning until dusk, the eunuchs of the Dosh Kalins began to run around the city to inform the Khal of the Centaurs: The first female Khal of the centaurs, Danny Lisi Kalixi, would be issuing a challenge to the 'Khal of Khals'. Tonight, at the foot of the Mother of Gods, the Dosh Kalins would be seeking enlightenment from the gods.
Also, the centaurs believed in the Horse God, but the Horse God was only in charge of the Night Kingdom.
To put it simply, the Horse God was only one of the gods, just like how the Chinese believed in Yama, but Yama was only one of the gods that the Chinese believed in.
But then again …
The gods that the centaurs believed in were not systematic, they didn't even have proper names and titles, which was equivalent to the simplified version of the Seven Gods.
Uh, there weren't any real gods either.
Just think about Drogo's death and you'll understand.
There weren't any priests with supernatural powers in Khalasar.
Well, there were many priests who healed people and divined for the khals, but they were all fakes.
But like the followers of the Seven Gods in Westeros, the centaurs were also very devout. After receiving the news from the Dosh Kalins, all the khals brought their wives, children, Blood Alliance Guards, and Khalasar bandits to the foot of the Mother of Gods.
The northern wind blew, causing the withered grass to sway.
A full moon hung in the sky like a silver plate, spreading a layer of white frost over the grassland, causing the surrounding stars to dim. The night sky was exceptionally lonely.
Fortunately, there were tens of thousands of torches on the ground, like brilliant stars, making up for the lack of stars in the full moon.
In the vast Centaur City, there were countless torches lit up everywhere. Then, the torches converged into streams on the streets of the market, and the streams converged into a surging river at the Avenue of the Gods in the center.
The river of torches was vast and mighty, mixed with the shouts of people and the neighs of horses, gushing into the foot of the Mother of Gods.
.....
The Dosh Kalins had built a sacrificial altar at the foot of the mountain specially used for sacrifices and prayers.
But unlike the Huaxia people, the centaurs' sacrificial altar did not have high stairs. Instead, it was dug into a pit that was even lower than the ground.
It was about 20 meters in diameter and 2 meters deep. The priests held the ceremony at the bottom while the centaurs watched from above.
The rules of the centaurs were very simple: the hierarchy was orderly, and the strong were respected. The number of bells represented the strong and weak.
Whoever walked like a string of wind chimes in the wind would occupy the best position.
Danny had more than 70 bells.
She had no idea how each bell came about, it was all calculated by the two centaur maids.
Because Kalixi had too many bells, and they were all colorful, they looked very gaudy.
When she sat at the best position at the side of the sacrificial altar, there were centaurs who objected, saying that the bells on her head were fake.
Including Danny, there were a total of 27 khals today. They went down to the pit with their Blood Alliance Guards and sat on the high back rattan chairs.
The other centaurs were on top of the pit, according to the length of their braids and the number of bells, they were either standing or squatting.
Inside the sacrificial altar, the so-called center position was just a chair that was placed on a small slope, half a meter higher than the others.
Beside the khals, only the Blood Alliance Guards were holding torches. But because her position was facing the entrance of the sacrificial altar, there were two large pots of burning whale oil beside her. The red light illuminated the sky, the smoke and the smell of burning was very strong.
She was not afraid of the heat, but her white and tender face was already blackened and oily from the smoke.
Even so, it still attracted the jealousy of the khals.
But, looking at the situation now …
On a full moon night in the wilderness, there were 27 chairs under the mud wall. Every chair was occupied by a bandit leader with a tilted head. Beside the bandit leader were three ferocious-looking men holding torches. Danny sat at the head of the table, beside her were two burning whale oil torches.
It was really like the classic scene of the Devil's Night Gathering in old Hong Kong movies.
And her position seemed to belong to the Devil's Sect Leader.
At this moment, a group of white-clothed chivalrous men would suddenly fly into the sky and shout "Devil, die!" and stab her with their swords …
No wonder a group of 'little devils' coveted her position. So, it was the Sect Leader's throne.
"She is very famous, but she has only risen for two to three years. How can she have so many bells?" Mosokhal complained.
The old khal was in his sixties, almost seventy. Among the khals who were changing rapidly, he could be considered as one of the best.
But he had been a khal for close to half a century, and he did not have half of Danny's bells, so he started to say weird things.
Yep, after losing a battle, only the braids would be cut, but the bells would not be removed. So, age was also an advantage.
"You said that Kalixi's bells are fake? If this was not the foot of the Goddess Mountain, even if you grew ten heads, they would not be enough for me to chop off. "Kalalo was furious.
"A khal has to have a khal's identity. You can't be like a normal centaur, casually killing someone and giving yourself a bell, right?" Pono, who was on Danny's left, sneered.
Ever since they parted at the Raza River, this was the first time Danny saw this great enemy of hers.
His braids were longer, and he had more bells. There was a domineering aura around him. Other than that, he did not change much. He was a muscular man in his thirties, almost two meters tall.
Danny only glanced at him and the Blood Alliance Guard beside him as if she was looking at a dead man. She did not say anything.
Yep, it was enough to have underlings to talk.
"After not seeing you for a few years, Pono, you have become ignorant." Ago said with a gloomy face.
"He is a frog at the bottom of the well. He can only see the grassland." Qiao Ge said blankly.
"Little bastards, you are courting death!"
Pono's Blood Alliance Guard reached for the scimitar at his waist, but he touched nothing. Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and walk forward, he saw the old woman walking down from the opposite side.
Thus, he was unable to advance or retreat. He could only stand there with a red face and shout, "Little bastards, just you wait."
They called him "little bastards" because in the past Drogo Khalasa, their age and status far exceeded Ago, Rakarlo and Qiao Ge. At that time, Ago and the other two were only fourteen years old. They could barely be Roaring Warriors!
A cold killing intent flashed across Pono's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me, how am I a frog at the bottom of the well?"
Rakarlo glanced at Danny. After receiving her signal, he immediately took three steps forward and shouted with his loudest voice, "Khaleesi's bells are made of different metals. Do you know why?"
"She is a woman. She likes to be beautiful." A scarred khal shouted.
"Hahaha …" The khals in the pit, the Blood Alliance Guard, and the centaurs above the pit roared with laughter.
Rakarlo did not get angry. He waited for them to laugh. When the laughter stopped, he laughed coldly and said,
"Only a Winged Dragon Knight is worthy of a gray iron bell. A small scale battle is worth a bronze or silver bell. Only by conquering a large city like Meereen, New Jis, or Tolos is worth a gold bell. Killing a God is worth a black iron bell."
"Think about it. What level are you at? An old fellow like Moso is barely worth a gray iron bell. Pono, you are now the strongest khal on the plains. You can add a silver bell. As for the others … "
Rakarlo waved his hand and rounded up the remaining people. He said with disdain, "I am not targeting anyone. I am saying that everyone here is trash in front of Khaleesi.
You are only given a bronze bell because you are khals and cannot embarrass the centaurs.
As for the rest of the Blood Alliance Guard, they are barely enough to give us a string of bells of different colors. "
"Little bastard, how arrogant!"
"I want to break his neck."
"Dosi Khaleesi, did you hear how this little bastard insulted us? Swords and blades are not allowed at the foot of the Mother of Saints Mountain. Blood cannot be spilled. I want to smash his head into a sh * t door! "
Centaurs had explosive tempers.
After being mocked by Rakarlo, the one hundred and four centaurs in the pit all roared and cursed. The centaurs above the pit were also in an uproar. The scene was about to explode.
A group of old women stomped their feet and shouted, but they were unable to quell the riot.
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