A loud noise came from outside the tent. Daenerys, who was sitting cross-legged in the fire with the black dragon egg in her arms, opened her eyes in frustration.
She was disinfecting herself!
A temperature of more than a thousand degrees Celsius was more effective than any antibiotics or penicillin … Well, it was cleaner and had no side effects.
Clenching her fist, Danny Rize felt lighter and stronger than before.
She stepped out of the fire and washed the stains on her body with boiling water. She picked up the down bundle that she had prepared earlier, which was made of duck feather pillows.
Soon, Danny Rize, who looked exactly the same as before, lifted the cowhide curtain with difficulty and walked out with her big belly.
The scorching sun was setting in the west, dragging a long shadow behind the hills. The weather was hot and windless, and a group of Dothraki warriors were hiding in the shadows of the hills.
Outside Drogo's straw palace, a circle of guards stood like javelins. Sir Jorah was like a tin can, placed three meters outside the camp gate.
He was arguing with a Dothraki.
The man pointed his scimitar at him and scolded, "Coward, the cowardly Andals have retreated back into the tin!"
"Andals" was the name the horse people gave to Jorah Mormont.
The story of "A Song of Ice and Fire" had three storylines: the Great Wall of the Northern Region of the Westeros — the biting cold wind, the threat of the Other to the entire human race; King's Landing, the capital of the Westeros — the game of power; Ursos, the nine free trade city-states, Danny Rize's slave liberation.
In other words, the core of the plot was located in the Westeros.
The continent of Westeros was made up of four races:
1. The Aboriginals, the children of the forest, giants, and other fantasy races. They had a history of millions of years, knew magic and used stone tools, and were completely primitive. Now, they mostly lived north of the Great Wall.
2. The Ancestors, the aboriginals who migrated from Ursos twelve thousand years ago. They were the first generation of invaders, the descendants of the Ancestors in the Northern Region and north of the Great Wall.
3. The Andals were invaders from the continent of Ursos eight thousand years ago. They brought the iron civilization and the faith of the Seven Gods.
4. The Loynans, who came to Valleglia a thousand years ago to hide from the dragon and magic civilization (super civilization, similar to Atlantis). They did not have a civilization of a higher level, so they could not invade the Westeros who had developed a civilization of knights. They could only choose to integrate with the relatively desolate Dorne — the southernmost Westeros, the desert and the Gobi.
Therefore, the title of the king of the Westeros is "King of the Andals, the Loynar, and the First Men."
Jorad Mormont was the Count of Bear Island in the Northern Region. He should belong to the ancestors and not the Andals.
However, the knight civilization was started by the Andals, and knights were almost the main impression the other races had of the warriors from the Sunset Continent. Chora was even dressed as a knight …
Alright, Chora might not even be a knight. Knights originated from a type of belief — the Seven Gods had anointed them with holy oil, and they had been 'sworn' by another regular knight.
Jorad Mormont, the Count of the Northern Region, the First Men, believed in the old gods and not the Seven Gods.
He had received complete knight training, a set of knight armor, and a warhorse, but he might not be a knight.
For example, the House of Stark in Winterfell, from Duke Ned down, none of them were regular knights.
The 'primitive' tribe on horseback, the Dothraki, thought that those who wore iron armor were cowards.
Wearing iron armor = being afraid of death = being cowards, that was probably their logic.
When the centaur saw Danny walking out of the tent, not only did he not restrain himself, he laughed even harder.
Chora pressed his sword with his left hand and pointed at the Dothraki warrior with his right hand. He scolded back unceremoniously, "You primitive trash, horse bastard, you don't know anything. My plate armor can be exchanged for a hundred of your dog heads … "
Sometimes he cursed in Dothraki, directed at the centaur himself, and sometimes he cursed in the common tongue of Westeros, with a Northern accent, venting his anger at the Dothraki race as a whole. He spat out all sorts of profanities, none of which the others could understand.
Because he had been wary of the centaur warrior, he immediately noticed the change in the centaur warrior's gaze. He turned back to glance at Danny and Rize, and guessed that he had completed his guard duty for the day. He pulled out his two-handed sword and rushed towards the centaur warrior.
The centaur warrior had been waiting for him. He did not attack earlier because this was Kao's tent, and if he dared to barge in, he would be shot by the guards like a porcupine.
The centaur warrior that Danny thought was a small fry was so fast that her eyes could not keep up with him. His Arak scimitar danced in the air, forming a curtain of silver blades.
Chora was wearing a full body armor made of dark grey fine steel. The huge helmet was pulled down, revealing only the two slits of his face. Below that was a throat guard, knee guard, gauntlets, and long boots. They were all shining with a metallic luster.
Even though he was wearing such a heavy armor, his movements were not slow at all. His two-handed sword was swung like a fan …
"Ping Ping Bang Bang Bang", the two of them exchanged blows. The sound of swords clashing was as dense as the sound of raindrops on a banana leaf in front of the window.
Yellow sparks could be seen flickering between the swords and Sir Chora's armor, like fireflies dancing around Chora.
The entire process seemed long, but in reality, Chora took three steps back in an instant. He held onto his sword with both hands, and the sound of heavy panting traveled into Danny's ears from below the helmet.
The centaur warrior fell onto the red sandy ground, his four limbs struggling as he groaned in pain. Dark red blood flowed out from his chest, but it was quickly swallowed by the cracked earth, like a gluttonous demon.
Danny estimated that Chora had been stabbed at least three times in the four to five seconds of battle, but he was completely fine … Perhaps there were fresh dents on his steel breastplate.
The centaur warrior had the upper hand all along, but at the last moment, his breathing slowed down and he was stabbed in the chest.
"Khaleesi!"
Chora and his Kars bodyguards greeted her one by one.
The centaurs in the shadows pointed at Danny with a relaxed expression. They had also mocked the cowardice of the 'Andals' just now.
Now, their comrade was struggling on the ground, about to bleed to death, but they seemed to think that he deserved it. They did not care or sympathize with him at all.
"Khaleesi, you left the witch alone in the khal's palace?" Coholo rode over and criticized angrily.
"She's not with the khal. She's helping Lilith with her labor. Didn't you hear her labor song?" As she said that, she instructed Aggo to lift the grass curtain outside the labor room.
The scene inside was immediately revealed to everyone. Milly Maz Tur was singing a mellow ballad of the Land of Moon Shadow while caressing Lilith's swollen and glistening belly. It seemed that she was helping Lilith to adjust the position of the fetus.
On the simple bed made of rushes, the pregnant woman's square face was as white as wax. The hair on both sides of her temples was wet and her teeth were clenched tightly. The veins on her cheeks were bulging. She was moaning in pain and the faint smell of blood passed through the curtain and hit the onlookers in the face.
Half an hour was more than enough for a cesarean section, and four to five hours was not considered long for a normal labor, especially if it was a difficult labor.
The witch had been singing for more than an hour and her voice was a little hoarse. When she saw the grass curtain lifted and everyone looked over, she shook her head at Danny who was thirty feet away. She did not stop singing the labor song and hurriedly reached out to close the curtain again.
Seeing that the witch did not use black magic, everyone quickly turned their attention away and continued with their own business.
"Water … water …" The Dothraki warrior who was lying on the ground and waiting for death begged for water.
Danny walked over and threw a bag of mare's milk on the ground. She then instructed the maid Irri to remove his painted vest. She remembered that she was a pregnant woman with limited mobility and could not lower her head to feed him water, let alone squat down to check his injuries.
"His sternum blocked the sword and did not hurt his organs." Danny Rize looked and ordered, "Irri, go and press that cotton cloth on the wound to stop the bleeding. Cui Luo, call the hairless man over and stitch his wound up. "
"Khaleesi, he has failed in his challenge against the Andals. He should accept his fate. Do not move him, and do not treat him. Whether he lives or dies will be decided by the horse god in heaven … Everyone knows this."
"Everyone knows this," the maid Irri replied.
"Everyone knows this," Jhogo agreed.
Danny glared at Cui Luo and said unhappily, "Do you want everyone to know that you disobeyed Khaleesi's orders?"
Cui Luo also widened his almond-shaped eyes.
Seeing the determination in Danny's eyes, he muttered something indecipherable and rode away.
The sun was like an injured animal, spilling blood on the barren land and falling below the horizon.
Millie Maz Tur, who had "studied" in many countries and received many medical "diplomas," really impressed Danny Rize. Before nightfall, the first child was born.
It was a silver-haired boy with the bronze skin of the Dothraki, almond-shaped eyes … and light purple pupils.
Danny Rize crossed the wooden screen of beasts and used a dagger to cut open the thick grass curtain. She took the naked baby from the witch's hands through the gap.
"Khaleesi, it's a twin. There's another one," Millie Maz Tur said in a hoarse voice.
"Continue."
Danny dawdled for almost two minutes before turning around the screen.
"Wash him with hot water." When they reached the hall, she wrapped the baby in a woolen blanket and handed it to Jhiqui.
When the second child was born, Jakko also came to Drogo's grass curtain palace.
"Hahaha, a boy and a girl. The boy is big and the girl is petite, symbolizing the sun and the stars. This is an auspicious sign given to me by the horse god in heaven!"
Jakko was in high spirits, holding a baby in each hand. The boy in his left hand was facing the sun that was about to disappear from the horizon, while the girl in his right hand was facing the star of the horse god in the dark purple sky in the east. The string of bells tied to his beard jingled with ambition.
Watching Jakko and the others leave happily with the children and Lilith, the witch, who had just finished washing herself in a small tent, muttered in confusion, "How can he tell that the boy is bigger? Aren't they about the same size?"
"These stupid centaurs are so strange." Shaking her head, Millie turned and walked toward Drogo's grass curtain palace.
Having proved her ability perfectly, she had obtained the right to become Khaleesi's valet. Before Khaleesi's child was born, she had to follow Khaleesi's little Cass and could not leave without permission.
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