Game of Thrones: The Strongest Dragon Mother

Chapter 23: The Dying Old Grandpa Gives The Book

Jorah was right. To complete Dany's "three stages of water fetching" task, the two batches of knights who fetched water in the front and back would have to increase their physical labor several times.

Whether digging deep pits on hard gravel ground or sending water back and forth to Karasar, the rest time of knights has been greatly reduced, and the time spent working at extremes under the scorching sun has increased accordingly.

"This is my tribe. No matter they are old, weak, sick or disabled, they are all my subjects. I have the responsibility and obligation to protect everyone's life safety." Dany insisted.

"But what about your soldiers? They may be exhausted on the way to find the water source."

Dani only hesitated for a moment, then regained her solemn expression, "A soldier dies serving the people, which is the most glorious and great destination."

"Serve the people?"

Jorah was stunned. It was the first time he heard this kind of statement, it seemed reasonable, at least it was more meaningful than two idiots getting fed up and cutting each other to death with knives.

But he didn't care about Ma Min's life and honor at all, he only made the best plan for his princess.

Gritting his teeth, Jorah persuaded in a low voice: "Your Highness, your method of fetching water is very good. If only you and those 80 elite warriors are alone, we can definitely walk out of the wilderness unscathed, why not?"

His eyes were dark and unpredictable, and there was an indescribable coldness in his voice, "It's better for us to take the supplies and leave quietly while they are sleeping. It's better to survive a hundred people than the entire collapse of Kalasar.

You have gold, and when you reach a coastal city, you can buy a ship to go to any free trade city-state, or you can quietly buy a manor and wait for the dragon to grow up. "

Dany shook her head and sighed: "Sir, I am their Khaleesi, so don't say anything like that in the future."

"Oh, well," Sir Jorah's face changed from solemn to relaxed, and he didn't know if it didn't matter after he gave up completely, "Your Highness, you must be mentally prepared, the tribesmen will probably start dying soon, you are not a god. , can’t help everyone.”

"How far is it?" Dany asked worriedly.

"Three-quarters, at least two-thirds, this is when we have been walking in a straight line, but in fact we took a detour because of the river bed." Jorah was not sure.

At this time, Dani also understood that the crisis was coming.

The deeper you go into the red wasteland, the found water sources decrease in the form of a geometric sequence. Today, the water source is almost in a state of limit supply, so tomorrow

"We should get rid of a bunch of old horses," Dany decided.

Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "I almost forgot one of the most important water sources."

"Where?" Jorah asked in surprise.

"Forget it, it's not that time yet." She waved her hand and pursed her lips with a smile.

Of course it's urine!

How many times did Mr. Pei drink urine?

To the man at the top of the food chain, drinking urine is just a child's play. I remember the most exaggerated time, he even poured the blood of a sea turtle so that he screamed.

——Sea turtle blood is too stinky, you will vomit after drinking it, and the large intestine can absorb the water in the blood.

It's a bit disgusting, but it's nothing compared to my little life.

In times of crisis, horse blood infusions into the intestines must be tried. Anyway, Dani is Khaleesi, so it's never her turn to be short of water.

Thinking of this, Dany looked at Jorah strangely.

"What's wrong?" Big Bear felt a chill from the back of his neck to his tailbone.

"No," Dany turned her gaze and walked towards her tent, "I'm going to train the dragon."

As soon as Dani opened the leather curtain with the bamboo basket on her back, she saw Avanti riding an old horse "clacking" and stopping in front of her tent.

"Kalixi, Watson is dying, he is going to die." He yelled in panic.

"Oh, I see." Dany sighed and was about to leave.

Avanti hurriedly asked: "Kalixi, what is the arrangement for Watson's death?"

Dany stopped in her tracks and said puzzledly, "He is from Volantis, and I don't know their customs. You can ask him."

"He wants to be cremated, and he wants to be buried with him. I can't decide, so I came to ask you for instructions." Avanti said quickly.

Now Dany understood that in this resource-poor plain, charcoal was mostly used to filter sewage, and even roasting horse meat was cooked in a big pot to save firewood.

And buried with

Dani had to carry three dragons on her back, and came to his team of ten with Avanti.

Although Ma Min's tent is small, it is shared by three or four people. There is no need to place too many things, as long as there are blankets, straw mats, and sleeping bags.

Seeing Dani approaching, the other two elderly people said "OK" and retreated consciously, leaving space for them.

Hearing Khaleesi's doubts about the funeral ceremony, the toothless old man said with difficulty: "The nobles of Volantis come from the ancient Valyrian Freedom Fortress. Like your Targaryen family, they are popular for cremation. I was just born in A slave by the Lorne River should choose river burial or burial, but cough cough cough"

The old man coughed for a while, with a look of longing on his old face, "But, my Hargo is Khal. Like Khal Drogo, he is also a great centaur warrior. He finally rode a fiery horse and rushed into the horse god Kingdom of the Night, I want to cough cough cough"

Dany said pitifully: "No need to say any more, I already understand. I have lifted your slave collar before, you are no longer a slave but a horseman, I will bury you according to the customs of the horseman, and the horse god will accept you .”

The old man was excited and worried when he heard the words.

The spine arched like a twitch, he raised his body with difficulty, looked at Dani with hopeful blue eyes, and asked in a repeated voice: "Really, is it really possible? The horse god will let me enter the kingdom of the night? But I"

Dani rolled her eyes and said seriously: "You also saw the comet in the sky, do you understand its meaning?"

The old man was puzzled, reluctantly nodded and said: "I heard that it was Khal Drogo and his bloodrider leading five hundred warriors, and your little Khal, blood stained the sky."

The blood of the mud horse stained the sky, and Dani's mood was not good all of a sudden, but the dying old man in front of her couldn't be jealous.

So, she glared at Avanti who was next to her viciously, and wrote down his name in the small notebook in her heart.

Well, he must be trying to confuse people.

"In this way, you will first meet Khal in the sky on a fiery horse. When we are out of danger and Khal leads the warriors into the kingdom of the night, he will bring you in along the way. Drogo is the greatest Khal, The horse god will never stop his subordinates." Dany comforted nonsense.

"Great!" The old man slumped back on the grass curtain with his arched body as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Dany just breathed a sigh of relief, and old Watson jumped up like a dead body, clutching Dany's wrist, uncertain: "But Khal Drogo doesn't know me, will he accept me?"

"This..." Dani grinned her teeth and thought for a while, then said happily: "It's okay, when you are cremated, I will shout to Kayo in the sky, asking him to take you in. He has been watching us, so he must be able to hear it. "

"Oh, that's great." The old man let go of Dany's hand, and lay down straight again.

Dany put her hands on her knees and slowly straightened up, but she couldn't.

The old man seemed unable to sit up anymore, so he could only hold Denise's pant legs tightly and tighten them tightly.

"What's the matter?" Dany squatted down, holding his dead branch-like hand and asked.

"Karixi, you are a good person. I am leaving. I can no longer serve you to repay your kindness. Only my life's hard work is recorded in it." Old Watson looked around with his head tilted, and he raised his head tremblingly for a while. With his right hand, he pointed to a dilapidated brown horse-skin bag in the corner of the tent, "There is a parchment-bound handwritten book, which records my life's hard work, and I give it to you, Khaleesi."

A lifetime of painstaking efforts?

Dani did not forget the occupation of the person in front of her. Although the five spring cry techniques that have been passed down from ancient Valyria are also considered a kind of cultural heritage - in medieval Europe, exquisite erotic pictures can be passed down through the ages as heirlooms.

But she is the mother of dragons, she has a bright future, and she doesn't want to develop that special skill at all!

Afanti had been glared at by Kalixi for no reason before, and she was worried all the time, thinking about what she did wrong, or what she didn't do well.

Seeing an opportunity to perform at this moment, without waiting for Kalixi's orders, she immediately walked to the corner, unwrapped the leather bag, and took out a gray sheepskin book the size of A4 paper and the thickness of Xinhua Dictionary.

Looking at the "treasure" handed in front of her, Dani gave the "unobtrusive" Avatar a hard look.

Avatar was so frightened that his hands shook, and the thick book fell to the ground with a "daba".

His eyes widened, as if he was about to despair.

The book fell at Dani's feet, and the pages flipped open.She poked her head to look, and sure enough, she saw a thought-provoking picture at first glance.

Or painting, charcoal sketching.

It was a difficult movement for a gymnast, and there was a Valyrian text commentary next to it, densely packed, and it seemed to be very detailed.

She quickly closed the book with a snap, coughed lightly, and said, "I accept your gift, thank you."

Old Watson nodded and caught a glimpse of the white dragon crawling from the bamboo basket to Dani's ear, a flash of light flashed in his cloudy eyes that were about to be extinguished, and he gasped, "Kalixi, this book has cost me more than 60 years. I thought it was only at this moment that I discovered that it was born for you, and only you can make better use of it."

Dani's embarrassment and anger, if she had changed the person or the scene, she would have punched her in the face earlier.

This dead old man is so bad that he treats Miss Ben like this!

She didn't want to stay any longer, and after a few vague words, she got up and left with the thick parchment in her arms.

"Hey, wait a minute," the blue-eyed old man, Ghost Claw, grabbed the straps of Dani's leggings and sandals with his withered hands, "Kalixi, I almost forgot, there are sacrifices!"

"I haven't forgotten that your horse was dishonest and threw you off its back. Later, I will help you choose a more docile horse to kill and bury you with it.

If you need it, I will also prepare a bag of gold medals and the warrior's machete, bow and arrow for you. "Dani hurriedly made a promise.

"Thank you—" the old man didn't finish the word "thank you". He tilted his head, let go of his hands, and left.

The expression of happiness and anticipation froze on his old face that was shriveled like dried sweet potatoes.

(End of this chapter)