His mental state was much weaker than yesterday, and his head was even a little tingling. Drogo felt that something must be seriously wrong with him. It was like he had been looking at the world with his eyes open for three days and three nights!

They wanted to find out the source of the disease, but as an important figure like the medicine man who was indispensable in the Khalasa tribe, Jaco and Bono would not be stupid enough to leave it to Dany, so they naturally took it with them.

So he had no choice but to take it hard.

Afraid of worrying his wife, Drogo did not tell her about this terrible situation. He did not even tell anyone the specific reason for going to the Rainbow Land, except the bloodriders and Jorah who were traveling with him.

Because even if she told Dany, she wouldn't be able to help, and it would only cause a lot of trouble that she imagined would be as tender as water.

The big man Drogo rubbed his temples, stood up and put on a painted leather vest. After politely asking Dany's permission, he picked up the lion fur that she had only worn for a day and was stained with fragrance, and put it on her body.

Rainbow Land is the territory of white lions, and wearing fur clothes might have the effect of blinding them, but he thinks this is a bad idea, because those ferocious beasts are particularly sensitive to human scent.

However, Drogo had a method for concealing his aura, but he didn't know if it worked. After all, the first bloody life he slaughtered was the white lion.

After putting on the scimitar, with the help of Dany, he picked up the young dragon standing on the bone bow, put the bow on his back, and then called Jiqi and the others in to save some face. It was considered that everything was ready.

Before leaving, Drogo put his hands on his wife's shoulders and told him very seriously: "You are Khaleesi. After I leave, you will take your dragons and your people with you. Follow the instructions of Weeping Blood."

Guided by the star, go deep into the red wasteland, remember, never look back!"

Dani firmly believed that her husband, who was often separated between life and death but still stood proudly, was invincible, but she still felt a little uneasy: "My sun and stars, what about you?"

Drogo said softly: "Moon in my life, I will catch up with you when things are settled."

This man pretended too much and loved him deeply, but when Dani asked herself, she felt that she really didn't understand him very well.

He was about to face an unknown number of ferocious beasts. Drogo was not sure about this trip, and he was even less sure about the adventure of successfully "escaping", but he had to do this if he didn't want to survive.

With so many mouths open, but only three days of rations left, this meant that he was going to burn everything, in order to urge himself and inspire others who were traveling with him.

If he lives, others can live more comfortably before death. If he dies, if Dany and others don't have a chance encounter, it is almost a luxury to hope that they can survive to the "City of Bones" in the red wasteland.

Maybe his decisions were wrong, but this world where the jungle is too obvious is inherently unfair. Is it selfish, and is all the preparation just to get closer to the dominant position in the past?

Drogo didn't mean to criticize himself harshly at all.

He was born to spend time in blood and grass. He was a man who did great things. He did not show any reluctance to say "parting life or death". He only kissed his wife gently on her forehead, then turned and walked outside the tent.

It's not that Drogo doesn't love his wife deeply enough, it's that he is used to a life of licking blood from the edge of a knife.

Ignoring the young dragon who had not yet regained its balance on her shoulders, Dany hurriedly lifted her skirt and followed.

After opening the curtain, Drogo saw all the khalasars gathered outside the tent. Ser Jorah and the bloodriders, who were neatly dressed, were leading the best horses available, standing at the front of the crowd.

After Drogo took a closer look, he had the illusion that he was in another world. In his entire life as a soldier, he had never seen such a desolate scene on his own side. There were only four people able to go to the battlefield, and only sick horses and old horses could be ridden.

What a scene it was in the past. With a wave of his hand, the light of his sword could illuminate the night, the neighing of horses could echo through the Dothraki sea of ​​grass, and tens of thousands of elite warriors swept everything like waves!

More than a hundred people were eagerly waiting for him to speak.

Drogo, who was taller than everyone else, stared at the blank faces. He lacked confidence and his throat was a little blocked. He asked in his heart: "What should I say?"

Just as he was hesitating, Dani, who came to him, blushed and showed an expression of eagerness to give it a try.

Being entrusted with an "important task" for the first time, she felt her heart surge and the words rushing into her throat had to be uttered: "My blood, your beloved Khal Drogo, will fight for better things for you."

The living conditions are bloody battles, and the death ground is dangerous, but we can only bless these warriors, and I will lead you to follow the footsteps of the Weeping Star to the rich sunset land. In order to live a better life, you are willing to follow

me!?"

These passionate words instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the khalasars. Regardless of gender, they all raised their arms and shouted: "Kalisi, Khaleesi! Mother of Dragons!..."

Looking sideways at his wife, whose intoxicated look gradually became clearer, Drogo had mixed emotions for a moment, feeling that her kingly spirit had gradually taken shape.

And Drogo felt that Dany seemed to know the purpose of his trip.

"She should have asked Jorah while I was deep in my dream, right? Did she ask out of love? Or maybe my status in her heart is far inferior to that of the young dragon with great potential? Maybe both.

....."

Not wanting to disturb the glory that belonged to her, Drogo silently walked towards the old red-maned horse that Rakhalo had prepared for him. He stepped firmly on the stirrups, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back. He took out a long silver-handled whip from the saddle and jerked back.

With a twitch and a loud "drive" at the same time, the pained red horse led him towards the pass leading to Dacaohai.

"Goodbye, Your Majesty the Queen."

With tenderness in his eyes, Jorah murmured goodbye, tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and rode with three bloodriders to chase Drogo, who was as powerful as a horse.

When the figures of the five were about to disappear, the khalasars stopped making noise and watched their king leave together with the Mother of Dragons.

Dany's eyes were looking into the distance, but her mind was reminiscing about the all-encompassing throb just now.

After being stuck in place for a long time, her mood did not calm down, but intensified, because the pleasure of responding to everything at once was so fascinating!

Dany, who felt that it was not enough, gave the order again: "My people, pack up your tents, pack your luggage within an hour, and follow me deep into the red wasteland!"

"Yes, Khaleesi!"

The khalasas responded loudly, and then dispersed in a hurry, each one getting busy.

...

"She broke tradition, released the shackles of slaves, advocated equality under one person, and did such a great act of kindness that subverted the world view. She deserved the love of those disadvantaged groups. I shouldn't think too much about it."

Drogo's mind was in a mess. He was trying to convince himself, and kept whipping the horse's buttocks, trying to use speed and passion to dilute the distracting thoughts in his mind. However, he just sat down on the old horse and kept running forward beyond the limit.

In the eyes of Jorah and others who were far behind him, Drogo, wrapped in lion fur, looked like a crazy beast.

It was not appropriate to disturb him at this time, and he would not be able to catch up with him even if he was carrying more weight. Fortunately, the bloodied guards were very familiar with the road leading to the Sea of ​​Grass, so they would not lose him.

After all, it was an aging body of flesh and blood. Before noon, the old horse was extremely tired. No matter how much Drogo beat it, it whined and circled in circles, refusing to leave.

Jorah, who was the first to catch up with him, boldly said: "Horse King, take a rest. If you keep running like this, all the old guys we have praised will fall!"

The Dothraki are nomads on horseback, as well as a fighting nation. They are good at archery and equestrian skills. Horses are their rely on to traverse the vast sea of ​​grass, and they are also the companions they need to trust each other.

After being pointed out by Jorah, Drogo, who was once the strongest horse king, suddenly came to his senses and was not angry with him. He followed the advice and jumped off the horse. He found a big stone and wound the reins several times.

He tied it up and sat down on the ground.

Ser Jorah also dismounted and took out the water bag from the saddle bag, which contained the leftover mead he drank last night. He took a few sips and then walked over and handed it to him.

Being roasted in the scorching sun and wearing thick clothes, Drogo was extremely thirsty. Regardless of whether it would aggravate his extremely poor mental state, he reached out to take the water bag and took a big gulp.

After the alcohol hit his brain, Drogo suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his head, like being pricked by needles, and he seemed to be getting better.

"Is this what is called fighting fire with fire?"

Inspired by this, Drogo, who had been holding back for a long time, regained his former strength and drank the wine in his water bag. Jorah was speechless and sighed secretly that the guy in front of him was worthy of being the head of a barbarian, and he acted like a man.

Much more bold and bold than the people below!

However, if Jorah's idea was known to Drogo, he would definitely sneer at it, because after rebirth, he is a civilized person at heart.

"Click, click, click." The Blood Alliance guards also arrived. The moment they dismounted, the tired three people couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. They took out water and dried meat and started chewing it.

After the wine in his stomach brewed for a while, Drogo felt that his headache had completely disappeared, but his head just became more dizzy.

This was a good thing, but the sleepiness accumulated over the past few days suddenly came over him, making his eyelids feel as heavy as if they were being pressed by the Holy City of Vaes Dothraki. It was really uncontrollable!

So he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep. Soon, the sound of snoring sounded like a thunderbolt from the blue.

Being so willful, the other four people had no complaints because they also wanted to have a good rest.

Time passed slowly, and Drogo slept for more than three hours. In his condition, it would not be surprising if he slept for a whole day and a night, but he was not used to napping, so he did not delay his business too much.

This time, Drogo didn't enter that strange dream. He felt much better, and he also found a way to cure the "strange disease", which was to use mead to anesthetize himself.

Drogo led the four of them onto their horses and continued on the road.

This time Rakhalo and others no longer had to suffer from strong turbulence, because Kaa was no longer crazy and moved forward at a normal speed.

They were silent all the way, and before they knew it, the sun had been swallowed up by the western mountains, and the stars began to flash vaguely, blinking at the group of them.

The Star of Weeping Blood has disappeared. When Drogo came, Dany should have taken action, so she was busy leading the way, announcing the comet that the dragon had reappeared in the world, and disappeared in this sky.

The area was too desolate and they encountered no danger, but Drogo's sharp-eyed feeling of relief gradually disappeared because he saw clear hoof prints left by a horse on the road ahead, as well as dried blood.

The hoof prints and bloodstains were not covered by the wind and sand, which indicates that someone may have ridden on horseback, and it was not long ago.

"Be on guard!"

Drogo reminded him solemnly.

After all, they were desperadoes, and the others quickly discovered something fishy, ​​and their expressions became more and more serious.

After slowly advancing for an hour, they spotted a person not far away through the moonlight.

Drogo took a closer look and saw that it was a dead man with a severed throat sleeping forever among the embers of a bonfire!
Chapter completed!