The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Left Sword, Right Sword

Daenerys heard the sound of whipping and scolding. Following the sound, she saw an old face covered with scars, a face full of stubble, and a head of dirty, messy, yellowish-brown hair.

Daenerys had never seen such a face before. The face was unfamiliar, but a glance from the pair of eyes on that face sent a huge shock through Daenerys' heart.

She would never forget those eyes.

Although it was only a glance, Daenerys already knew that the so-called mute groom who was being whipped and scolded was the Great Bear she had exiled—Jorah Mormont.

Her most trusted personal guard captain, and also the Great Bear who had secretly loved her and forcibly kissed her. Ever since Jorah was exiled, Daenerys would always remember all his good qualities. Without Jorah's loyal guard, Daenerys would have died many times.

The Great Bear she had always missed was actually here, working as a slave groom.

His face had completely changed, and his hair had also changed color. If it weren't for the expression in those eyes, she wouldn't have been able to recognize the disguised Jorah Mormont from his appearance.

Jorah, disguised as a groom, drove the horse honestly, his tall figure hunched over. He wore the clothes of a Dothraki slave, and blended into the crowd of grooms, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

But Daenerys' heart was in turmoil!

She had so much to say to Jorah. He used to be her closest courtier with whom she could talk about anything... But, with Great Bear's skills, how could he have fallen to the point of being a slave?... Unless he did it on purpose...

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At noon, Daenerys and Daario received their first meal after being starved for two and a half days. Daenerys ate quickly and a lot, but Daario ate slowly and carefully. He was usually a talkative person, but he didn't speak anymore. After eating, he closed his eyes and rested on horseback.

Poggio's two thousand five hundred cavalrymen all ate on horseback. Even while eating, the warhorses were still moving forward.

Daenerys came to the groom's team, but that face seemed to have disappeared. She walked around the grooms, but didn't see her Great Bear.

That Great Bear who was like a father, brother, guard, and lover!

Because of Daario's challenge, Daenerys gained the freedom of her hands and also the freedom to walk around.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out, and several cavalrymen galloped over from afar, carrying a corpse on horseback: Poggio Cao's blood guard Jeremi. His throat, face, chest, and arms each had a black iron triangular arrowhead—those were Ago's special arrows, which could also be used to break armor.

In Slaver's Bay, Ago's divine arrows killed the most enemy generals.

Poggio Cao issued an order for Jeremi to return, but Jeremi was a sharpshooter and was determined to compete with Ago. He used his life to verify the result: he was no match for Ago.

Perhaps Ago's archery skills were not much better than Jeremi's, but Ago possessed a dragonbone bow, which was a huge advantage. Top experts with first-class archery skills only needed to be slightly better than their opponents in some aspects to take their lives.

"Did you catch up?" Poggio asked a superfluous question. If they had caught up, with the combat abilities of the two blood guards, Ago would definitely have been killed.

"He is highly skilled in horsemanship, with one person riding three horses. Jasper and Joshua are leading the brothers to chase him."

Poggio stopped asking. He gave the two blood guards three days.

Ago, who was highly skilled in archery, was equally excellent in horsemanship.

Daenerys felt relieved. As long as Ago was not caught, even if he ran out of arrows, he would not fall into the hands of Jasper and Joshua.

With one person riding three horses in rotation, as long as he was not outflanked, he had a chance to escape.

*

Two days later, at night, the army returned to the Dragonstone Hill that Daenerys had named.

Under Dragonstone Hill, Poggio's legion tents stretched for dozens of miles. The tribal people of the grassland all moved with the cavalry. Wherever the army marched, home was there.

For two days, Daario had not said another word. He conserved his energy, recovered his strength, and the pale green color on his face disappeared, replaced by a normal person's complexion.

Poggio Cao gave Daario two days to eat well, rest, and recover his strength, and then kill him. Killing a warrior who was injured and hungry in a duel was not Poggio Cao's style.

As a Cao of a medium-sized legion, Poggio had his own principles, honor, and dignity.

In the morning, when the sun shone on the grassland, the camp under the hill was crowded with people. The cavalrymen formed a huge dueling arena, shouting and waiting for the decisive battle between their powerful Cao and Daario.

Daario's reputation for bravery had also spread among the soldiers. In the besieged battle, he had killed eleven centurions of Poggio Cao alone. He had already broken through the encirclement and no one could stop him, but he returned again for the sake of Her Majesty the Queen and was finally captured after disarming.

Each centurion killed by Daario had a reputation for bravery in the legion and was deeply loved by the cavalrymen. Many cavalrymen were looking forward to Daario's miserable death.

Because of this duel, the camp was bustling with people. The guards were busy watching the duel, trying to occupy the best viewing position. Daenerys' status gave her a small tent in the camp. In the army, Poggio Cao did not arrange for guards to stand sentry.

As long as Daenerys ran away, all the people and soldiers had the right to kill her or capture her. In the tens of thousands of troops, Poggio Cao gave her freedom.

Daenerys was about to come out of her small tent when a corner of the tent was lifted and a small cylinder used for sending messages was thrown in. The tent was immediately lowered, and Daenerys did not see anyone.

The person outside the tent was very agile and careful.

Great Bear?!

Daenerys rushed over, lifted the tent, and the camp was full of people coming and going. Grooms, slaves, women, children, soldiers, and centurions were all hurrying back and forth. And in the distance, the dueling arena was filled with shouts.

She didn't know who the mysterious person from just now was. People came and went, and no one paid special attention to her.

Daenerys lowered the tent, picked up the small cylinder, and pulled out a roll of parchment from it: Your Majesty, I have stolen the Dragon Horn. I will bring the dragon back for you.

Great Bear, it really is Great Bear!

The handwriting was very familiar, it was Jorah Mormont's handwriting.

Both Dragon Horns were in Poggio Cao's hands, presumably stored in Poggio's woman's tent. Great Bear stole them last night?!

However, the Dragon Horn has a special rhythm and playing technique. If played randomly, it emits a deadly signal and may incur the wrath of the dragon.

Daenerys stared at the back of a groom as he walked slowly past. She finally saw that completely unfamiliar face. The slave groom was honestly feeding the horse, while using a horse comb to groom the horse's mane.

Daenerys walked over, everyone noticed her, but there was no special crowding or onlookers.

Everyone knew that Daenerys was the future Dosh Khaleen.

Dosh Khaleen—the Dothraki's prophet, who possessed absolute lofty status and authority in the holy city. Before becoming a Dosh Khaleen, as long as she didn't do anything too extreme, she wouldn't attract the hostility and attacks of soldiers and people.

"I will go find the dragon, my Queen," the groom suddenly said to her as she passed by. "I stole two horns from Poggio's woman's tent last night. I will leave tonight and then blow the horns to summon the dragon."

The groom kept moving and started grooming another horse.

Daenerys stopped, looked at the tall warhorse, and said in a low voice without moving her lips: "Great Bear, you can't blow the Dragon Horn."

"Blowing it is enough," the groom said. Then he led the horse away.

Daenerys had a lot of words to say but had no chance to say them. Randomly blowing the Dragon Horn might anger the dragon and bring about a fatal disaster.

Great Bear left to feed the horses. Daenerys couldn't continue to follow him, so she headed towards the dueling arena.

Great Bear's appearance had changed too much, but his eyes could not be changed, nor had his voice changed.

He was disguised here as a mute slave, a groom.

Jorah Mormont, the Queen's Great Bear, had once saved the Queen's life. This time, was he taking action to save the Queen again? There was a little warmth in Daenerys' cold eyes.

Great Bear, like Victarion and Daario, was a hero who put his life and death aside to be loyal to the Queen. She would never doubt them again, and she would never exile Great Bear again. She must unify the grassland, then cross the Narrow Sea to take the Iron Throne. She wanted to give Great Bear, Victarion's son, and Daario the wealth and glory in this world, as well as supreme glory.

They were true heroes, they deserved it!

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Daenerys came to the dueling arena, which was already crowded with people. As soon as she arrived, people automatically made way for her.

Daenerys walked in and came to Daario's side. In just two days, Daario seemed to have changed. He was radiant, his eyes were bright, and he had that familiar dashing and suave smile on his face.

Only the scar on his forehead had not healed, revealing a scarlet scar.

Daenerys stood on tiptoe, forcefully hooked her arm around Daario's neck, and Daario bent down. Compared to the petite and beautiful Daenerys, Daario was relatively tall.

Daenerys gently kissed the scar on Daario's forehead, and in the deafening shouts of the soldiers, she said: "Daario, you have never disappointed me, you are invincible."

"Daenerys, it is my honor to die for you," Daario did not call her Queen, he called her Daenerys. Great Bear also liked to call her that, calling her by her name. Before, when discussing political affairs with Great Bear, he was more like her father, big brother, and friend.

*

Poggio Cao still walked far away, and then launched a charge, just like a horse battle.

This time, Daario stood there dashingly, his sword hanging down, without making a defensive posture.

He was waiting for Poggio Cao to take off, as long as he took off, he was doomed.

Daario's real strength lay in the narrow sword in his right hand. The airborne Poggio Cao could not dodge or defend against the thrust of the narrow sword. His left-hand knife only needed to block it, and the right-hand sword would inevitably hit Poggio Cao's vital point.

Daario used a left knife and a right sword. Many warriors were not used to his left and right assaults, losing sight of one thing while attending to another, so they lost their lives without exerting their combat power and skills.

Poggio Cao was still majestic and unparalleled. He kicked the turf and quickly approached Daario, leaping up gently—not taking off and leaping, opening and closing, his leap was more like a step, and the scimitar in his hand slashed diagonally, aiming at Daario's neck.

Daario lowered his head slightly, and the blade passed over his head, cutting off a few strands of his hair, which flew in the air. His right-hand narrow sword thrust, aiming at Poggio's heart.

Poggio spun around, and the man had already dodged.

Daario's eyes lit up, like a lamp lit at night.

Poggio's last big opening and closing was to see his weakness and powerlessness, so he took off and slashed, and cut Daario down with two knives. This time, Daario's physical strength had recovered almost, so he changed his tactics. He did not take off and slash, but left plenty of room for attack. When Daario lowered his head and thrust, he could dodge the narrow sword's heart-piercing attack.

Poggio was taciturn, but he was not a reckless general!

Daario confirmed that he was underestimating the enemy!

Poggio retreated and then attacked again, the Arakh scimitar chopping left and right, the light of the knife like snow, rolling towards Daario. Daario's tactic was originally defensive counterattack. Seeing Poggio's knife skills were so powerful, he became competitive, and he also rushed to attack, his left-hand knife rolled up a knife flower, without dodging or avoiding, and slammed into it.

Some people are used to using their right hand, and the strength of their right hand is stronger; some people are used to using their left hand, and the strength of their left hand is stronger; but Daario has a different talent, his left and right hands are very balanced, and the strength is equally strong, so he has practiced the left knife and the right sword.

A series of dense sounds rang out, and the two Arakh scimitars collided repeatedly, sparks splashing. In the dense crisp sound, Daario kept retreating, and Poggio quickly gained the upper hand, and soon suppressed Daario's scimitar.

The generals and soldiers cheered loudly, but Daenerys showed a relaxed smile. Daario only used his left-hand knife, his right-hand sword had not been used yet.

Poggio's knife skills were superb, and his speed and strength took the upper hand. Daario's every full-strength attack fell behind him. The two circled back and forth, fighting fast, and their expressions were hearty. In the attack and dodge, after the two quickly exchanged directions three times, Poggio suddenly burst into a shout, and there was a bang, Daario's left-hand knife was knocked away, and the generals cheered like thunder, and the shouts on the grassland were deafening!

However, Poggio froze his scimitar and did not continue to attack, his eyes full of shock. At his throat, the tip of Daario's narrow sword moved gently, like the tongue of a poisonous snake.

The narrow sword, which looked as light and thin as a child's toy, was the favorite sword of the Braavos swordsmen. The light and agile swordsmanship of the Water Dance was actually the favorite swordsmanship of the Braavos assassins. It looked like an elegant woman dancing.

Daario's left hand, which had lost its scimitar, was behind his back, his chest was hunched, and his right-hand narrow sword was pointed at Poggio's throat.

His narrow sword swordsmanship was far above his scimitar swordsmanship.

The Faceless Men of Braavos, who were famous all over the world, used the same narrow sword as Daario.

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ps: (The next chapter returns to Mount Demon, Mount Demon Moonlight Mountain Range tames giant dragons. In the later stage, there will be more ink on the Dragon Mother, which is to pave the way for the great battle between the two sides. Both sides have remarkable loyal warriors and unmatched marksmen. In the duel, who will die and who will live. This is more beautiful.)

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