The neighing sound of the swaying ponytail, the bright red and sticky blood, the raised dust, the hoof prints that fell from dry red clay, and the scattered brown grass almost summarized the vague and desolate dream of Drogo, constantly extending forward.

I don't know how long it took, but something different finally appeared. Apart from the piles of bonfire embers, the most conspicuous one was a broken throat corpse with a sank of chest and abdomen, and a scimitar with a tight finger to accompany him to sleep.

This corpse Drogo is an impression of his Karasa, who was affiliated with the Kass troops of Giaco, named Hawso.

The dead body was quickly passed, and then the desolation reappeared. When the blood began to solidify and turn black and brown, the speed of extension also slowed down.

Until the vision becomes clear from blur, the vision regenerates, and a cluster of bronze weeds that seem to be bent and rebounding appear one after another, and the picture settles, with grass near and dark red in the distance.

At the recruitment site, a silver-patterned snake suddenly spit out a letter, twisted along the blood, and opened its mouth and bit it!

"ah!"

Drogo, who was sleeping on the soft skin, was frightened by the silver snake's fangs and woke up from his dream screaming.

The huge bone bow hangs on the tent pole hook. The young dragon standing on it like a parrot was shocked. He flapped his wings and raised his head and whistled: "Shit rattle..."

Danny, who was sleeping tightly, opened her sleepy eyes, raised her bald head and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with your husband?"

"call......"

Discovering that it was a dream, Drogo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his face, patted her shoulder, and replied with lingering fear: "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."

Danny looked at him with some concern and snorted softly: "Uh."

Then she put her head down and continued to press on Drogo's safe chest, smacked her lips and closed her beautiful eyes again.

The sun shines through the gaps in the tent, confirming that it is dawn.

After resting for half a day and a night, Drogo felt his head drowsy and his spirits were worse than yesterday.

At this time, I really want to lie high until the end of the world, but as a Kao, it is not suitable for sleeping in.

Drogo was stunned for a while before he persuaded himself to get up, gently picked up Danny's little head and put it on the cashmere pillow, got out of bed and put it on the top that was not worn.

Looking at his daily wear with his chest exposed and his belly exposed, and then looking at Danni's simple clothes that he claimed to be conservative, he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted: "Although he wants to follow the local customs, it is too uncivilized. It seems that after he settles down, he must instill new ideas in them."

The young dragons definitely have ADHD. Once they are restless, they can't stop. It's too disturbing to dream. Drogo pointed at his wife who seemed to be sleeping again and made a quiet gesture at them with the other hand.

"Shh."

Originally, he didn't expect the young dragon to be as good as he wanted, but to his surprise, the three pairs of eyes that looked like magma at Danny, who was snoring softly, actually stopped making a fuss obediently.

Thinking about his mother so humanely, Drogo became jealous and decided to win a little popularity with the passion of fatherly love.

The young dragon did not refuse his hand, but his sharp claws held the bone bow tightly like iron pliers, and he was unwilling to leave.

It can't be too rough, this is the most dangerous creature. After all, the dog is accidentally stepped on by the owner, and it is very likely that it will be devoured. Drogo, who was a little depressed, had to give up.

Looking at the young dragon who was free from the bondage, he intimately lowered his head and rubbed his arms. He became confident in the material of the bone bow: "The demon dragon is so attached to it. It seems that my father didn't lie to me. This bow is really made of dragon bones and dragon tendons! But the dragon has been scarce since ancient times. Where did he get it?"

When he saw things and thought of others, Drogo missed his father Baerbo. Although he was very strict and indifferent, without his inhumane teachings, there would be no stronger Kao later.

One of the fathers who are unsure of their lives is the Shadowland east of Asasha. Legend has it that the original dragon came from there, and the three dragon eggs donated by Ilyrio Mopatis, Governor of Pantos, were also likely purchased from there.

Since there are traces of dragons in the Shadow Land, the bone bow material made by my father is likely to be obtained there.

Since he may have been to Yaxia, he might not have died, but actually went there.

Drogo thought about the endless flesh and blood relationship and made a secret decision: "It seems that he has the opportunity to go to the shadow land."

Without a long beard, he saved time to take care of it. The hairless and beardless "Sven" Drogo walked out of the tent in less than an hour for the first time.

As soon as he opened the curtain, he saw Danny's three maids holding washbasins and towels waiting at the exit.

The Dothraki, with almond eyes, black-haired and brown-skinned Dothraki, and the blond and blue-eyed Reese girl Doria, hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Kao."

"Um."

Drogo pretended to be aloof, nodded, and groaned, as if they had existed.

Danny's people, that is, his people, were also managed by these three people.

Last night, Danny mentioned that they were sleeping together with the three of them, but Drogo, who had avant-garde thought, flatly refused. He pity these people who were like walking dead.

He is too tall and it is embarrassing to ask them to help wash their faces. However, it is necessary to enjoy the life of an emperor. If you do it yourself, these three beauties who have been instilled in the bone marrow by vulgar ideas will probably be crying.

But there was nothing nearby and I couldn't turn around to disturb Danny who was tired until the middle of the night. So Drogo chose to press his butt on the ground without any image, and yawned and ordered, "Come on, please trouble you."

Kao was so polite and casual, it was the first time that Doria and the other two met, and they were stunned for a moment.

Fearing that water stains were in your eyes, Drogo closed his eyes and waited for a few minutes, but found that there was no movement. When he opened his eyes, he saw three wooden men and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, three beauties? Wash!"

This tone was like a stinky man who was walking around the dark alley to find happiness. Yili and the other two were subverted again. I really couldn't believe that the always-cool Ma Wang would be so frivolous, and he hurriedly took care of him tremblingly.

Drogo felt that they were scared, but he couldn't guess the specific reason, but he couldn't help but think: "Is there a terrible shadow of death that I'm about to find you?"

According to the trend of the novel, these three little flowers that have been damaged by the turbid world will not live long.

"Do I have the ability to help them change their fate against the will of heaven? Maybe, after all, I, the dead, have come alive."

Drogo suddenly had the idea of ​​treating them as test subjects. If they died, it means that fate is destined in the dark, and perhaps it is just a different way of death.

If they were born, then he would have the confidence to break the shackles of fate and get a hard shot in the Game of Thrones!

Drogo was moody and the three maids who were in a dead soul completed their work, hesitated for a moment before stuttering and interrupting his thoughts: "Okay, OK, Kao."

Drogo pinched his chin and looked at the bronze mirror held by Ji Qi. He was very satisfied with the cold face that even felt scared when he smiled. He stood up and was influenced by his previous life, and instinctively said: "Thank you."

Looking at the horse king who expanded his chest, pressed his legs and twisted his hips and turned his head, and walked away with a simple stretching exercise, the three maids all saw the incredible and awkwardness on each other's face.

When he arrived at the flat place where the carnival last night, Drogo saw a busy picture.

No one was idle, and they all did things as he told him, including Jora Mormon, who had fought with him.

This is a good thing. Whenever he walked to someone's side with his hands behind his back, Karasa immediately stopped his work and bent down respectfully to greet him: "Cao."

Drogo thought to himself: "It seems that my majesty has never been lost in the hearts of these people, but they have an additional Dragon Queen."

Thinking about it very much, he fixed his eyes on Jora, who was struggling to drive piles with a sledgehammer.

Jora sensed that he did not deliberately avoid him, but instead put down his sledgehammer and walked up to him, bowed deeply, and said uneasy: "Kao, please forgive my ignorance."

According to Game of Thrones, Drogo thought that this person was a loyal subordinate who was more loyal than a dog after using it. He had himself, so he could only be thief-hearted towards Danny, so he had no reason to be with him on the surface, so he pretended to be friendly and patted his shoulder, saying, "I don't know, don't blame me, keep busy with you, have a good rest tonight, and I will play a thrilling game with me tomorrow."

Jora was puzzled and asked subconsciously: "Steal to run away?"

Drogo chuckled and said, "Will you go steal the young lions? Will you not be chased by the lions and race against them?"

This is like pulling out the teeth from the lion's mouth, and the teeth of more than one ferocious beast were pulled out. After all, the crime was in the rainbow!

Jora was so shocked by his bold and crazy idea that even his soul was trembling. He could have predicted the horrifying scene of being dismembered by several white lions and gnawing them so hard that they didn't even have bones left!

Staring at Drogo who was not nervous and continuing to move toward others, the exile knight felt that he should have escaped at night tonight.

Not only did he have this idea, when Jora saw the madman communicate with the Blood Alliance Guard, he found that the faces of Ago, who were usually fearless like moths, turned pale.

From the expressions of these people, Drogo could guess what they were thinking.

But he is in danger now, and he believes that tomorrow morning, he will see a fellow traveler with dark circles in the light.

He stood there in a daze for a long time. When Jora intentionally or unintentionally saw Danny walking towards Drogo under the maid's guidance, her eyes could not be moved away. Her frown brows instantly sootheed a lot, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, showing a silly smile.

This place is desolate. After using up what can be used, the tribe members went a long way before cutting down the barely qualified wood and checked it in a flat carriage.

Drogo ordered the construction of the fence of Kalasa to leave a small door that can be passed by horses and can be opened and closed, and the trencher is placed in the center of the hill, and the direction of the throwing should also be facing the north.

Even if more than one hundred people are basically old, weak, women and children, they are still very powerful. Before the sunset, the solid high railings surrounding the hills, the rough but practical trenchers, and the three-bundled grass arrows of the waist size have been completed.

After Drogo asked the people to seal all the cans containing sesame oil, they carried all the two bundles of arrows next to the trencher. In this way, the task he assigned was completed.

In order to reward these vulnerable tribes who he thought were dispensable, he held a bonfire party again.

Ignoring the fact that there was not much left in the wine and food, he ordered Karasa to leave only three days of the amount, and let them drink and eat the rest!

Here in Drogoth, this may be the last supper for many people in their lives, so they should be a feast.

He was not in good spirits, but he still refused the kindness of his tribesmen. He did not drink wine and only shared barbecue with young dragons who were stalking like snakes.

After eating and drinking, he couldn't wait to pick up Danny and rushed into the tent.

Tonight's dream is no longer desolate. Apart from the still waving ponytail and the low neighing sound of ya, the vitality is extremely majestic. In the reddish night, there are lush weeds of bronze, lemon, indigo purple, blue and orange.

In addition to the grass color, when the sight turned from red to yellow, the head of a chestnut-colored young horse leaned over, with glittering sadness in his eyes, and he stretched out his tongue to lick the blood clot on the edge of the ponytail.

At this moment, the injured horse collapsed, his eyes turned sharply, and the young horse screamed.

Suddenly, his vision quickly rose, and a face that made Drogo extremely angry appeared. The owner of this face was his former Kou, who had betrayed him!

"Hey, the fish beamwood with a blood-weating face is Drogo's arrow! But he has become a living dead. Could it be that his woman wants to declare war on me and let the old horse who is inserted into the wooden arrow send a message? Since she is so eager to go to Vis Doslak to be Doskalin, then I will satisfy her wish, but I will be my wife for a few days first, hehe."

Garco smiled with anticipation, turned his face to the distance and shouted with a playful voice: "Mago, take two hundred soldiers on the fastest horse to the Red Earth Wasteland and invite our Kalixi to the grandly."

Margo and Drogo are also very familiar with each other. It is said that he has become Giaco's blood alliance guard.

"My Ri and Xing, it's time to get up."

Drogo heard the familiar soft and soft sound of the oriole, opened his eyes in a daze and found that he had another strange dream. Danny's slightly opened cherry lips were whispering softly in his ears.
Chapter completed!