I Became the Mother of Dragons

On the night Dany 'gave birth' to Rhaego, there was a riot within Drogo Khalasar that spread throughout the camp, but not by Cohollo.

Well, the old Bloodrider was moved by Dany's words, and led the five hundred elite cavalry of Drogo Khas' department, quietly bypassed the camp defense team, and ran north overnight.

They took advantage of last night's chaos, which they didn't cause.

During the turmoil last night, the entire camp shouted with horses neighing, and torches were like stars in the sky, covering the ground as far as the eye could see.

Ser Jorah strictly prohibited people from entering and leaving, and led a team to kill seventeen Dothraki Warriors who were trying to break into Drogo's straw curtain yurt.

It wasn't until the morning of the second day that Aggo heard the exact news from the smoke-filled ruins of the camp: Ko Pono left Khalasar in Drogo with twenty thousand Dothraki screamers.

The unrest comes from conflict with the blockers.

The past few days Ko Pono seemed to be honest, but in fact, he has been quietly contacting the leaders of various Young Kas. When the others were still staring at Drogo's straw curtain yurt, he had already thought: no matter when Drogo dies, it was always right that the strong would be the king.

Drogo's Khalasar is the strongest in the entire Great Grass Sea, with more than 40,000 screamers, including teenage Warriors, and more than 50,000 soldiers.

Ko Pono took away 20,000 screamers at once, and the remaining 20,000 had to be divided up by a dozen or so… Only one night, Ko Pono… No, Khal Pono Become one of the strongest Khal in the Dothraki Sea.

The turmoil caused by Ko Pono's departure is only the beginning, and the prelude to the collapse of Drogo Khalasar has begun. In the next two days, more than ten bandits continued to carve up the remaining troops, property, slaves, and livestock.

On the fourth day, Dany stood on the hills and looked around. Khalasar used to be like a brown blanket covering the red earth. At this time, the blanket kept folding in half, and only a small piece of Dany Khas remained… Like a stain on the red sand'.

The Dothraki had to leave the land immediately. If they didn't leave, they would die. Without water and horse grass, the nomadic Dothraki could not survive.

Everything was as Dany expected.

No, she missed something.

Dothraki took Dosh Khaleen's prophecy far more seriously than she expected.

Dosh Khaleen, Khaleesi the Widow, Wise Woman of Dothraki, manager of Vaes Dothrak, Priest on Mother of Mountains… Maker of the Great Grass Sea Khalasar.

"Hoo ho ho..."

At the twilight of the fourth day, with the huge red sunset as the background, a thousand elite cavalry galloped from the distance on the long smoke and dust come.

It's Ko Jhaqo.

Outside the wooden thorn fence outside the straw curtain palace, Ser Jorah led more than one hundred Dothraki Knights, with their sharp knives unsheathed, ready to fight.

Ko Jhaqo's hooves were raised high, and Jorah's eyes were slightly squinted by the incoming sandstorm.

"Since you've already left, what are you doing back here?" Jorah's voice came from under the face armor.

"Bang!" Jhaqo didn't say a word, he just threw a black thing in Dany's direction…a head drenched with blood.

It rolled a few times under Dany's feet, and she saw an old face with a scar: eyes wide open, mouth open, as if complaining about the injustice of fate…no, the Dothraki warriors do not accuse, even in the face of the worst fate, they will cry out for battle.

So, Cohollo was still shouting unyielding just before his death.

"peng peng peng…"

A horse, a warrior, one after another circled in an arc, expressionlessly in front of the tent Drop one after another bloody head.

Soon the heads formed a hill.

Four nights ago, Cohollo took five hundred elite cavalry, and four days later, in the evening, like a bloody sunset, Khal Jhaqo brought back five hundred bloody human heads.

"Where's my son?" Daenerys lowered her eyes and said hoarsely.

Khal Jhaqo handed her a four-meter-long wooden pole to a Knight beckons with the hand behind him.

He raised the wood high for all to see.

"Ah…" Irri, Doreah and several maids let out desperate cries.

The wooden pole is slender, with a small human head strung on the top, the size of a cantaloupe, the bronze skin of Dothraki, the same black hair as Drogo, and the almond-shaped eyes with light purple eyes .

"Why?" Dany face deathly pale, body on the verge of collapse, coldly looking towards Jhaqo, "Didn't Cohollo tell you my oath? I just wish this child a safe life, Dosh Khaleen Crone Will bear witness to my oath, he is no threat to you."

Jhaqo grinned laughed and smiled grimly, "It is the tradition of the Dothraki to kill the son of the previous generation Khal, it is known."

"It is known." His followers responded in unison.

"Your vow, your promise with Dosh Khaleen…Cohollo told us all, but that's not our tradition, the great riding people don't like this, it is known." Jhaqo said with a big laugh.

"It is known." His followers echoed in unison again.

"We?" Daenys took the test for a moment and asked, "You're missing Cohollo by nearly a day's ride, at least 300 kilometers, and it's impossible to catch up with him… Pono shot?"

(P.S: "Song of Ice and Fire" is an imperial measurement unit, with miles (about 1.6 kilometers), leagues (about 4.8 kilometers), no kilometers, but kilometers are more convenient for everyone to understand , so, without explanation, the future 'miles' are all 'km'.)

"From start to finish, Cohollo's team did not escape the pursuit of Pono's cunning guy, and later we all got involved. But I was more fortunate, just happened to meet the remnants of Cohollo, hahaha…"

Jhaqo raised his head and laughed triumphantly, the pole in his hand was like a victory pennant, waving proudly from side to side.

"As expected of Drogo's strongest guard, 500 people charged to the left and dashed to the right, and killed almost 3,000 of us. In the end, I only encountered 13 riders, and I cut off one with my own hands. The head of a Bloodrider and a Young Kao."

He pulled his braids from the back of his head to his chest, pointed to the bell above, frowned: "Although one old and one young, and are weak. I still add two bells to myself, after all, I am a Khal now, and Khal should have a long bell representing a series of victories."

Like the Manchurians in China, Dothraki started his brain from an early age. The braids were tied, and whenever they were defeated in battle, they were cut off as a disgrace.

Then the whole world will know their shame.

When attending a Dothraki banquet, the number of seats is determined by the length of the tresses: warriors with long tresses are given more respect, are closest to the Khal and have a higher seat; those with short tresses Only leaning against the wall, sitting on the tattered seat on the ground.

The long braids represent the Dothraki's honor, and the number of bells tied in the braids commemorates their victories.

Khal Drogo has never lost a battle in his life, his Khalasar is the largest, and his tresses are thick and long, down to the hips.

The jet-black braids were full of jingling small bells, and finally there was not enough space, and the beard on his chin was also braided and tied with a string of small bells.

At this point, Khal Jhaqo counts Cohollo and the baby he guards as two victories.

You will regret what you did today, Dany was furious and in heart sentenced Jhaqo to death.

Jhaqo, I hope you stay alive for at least the next five years.

"What are you doing now? Kill me? Or the Khal you used to be?" she coldly asked.

"She didn't cry?" Jhaqo turned his head and muttered to Mago: "What a cold woman, we all lost."

Khalasar fell apart four days ago at that time, Mago took advantage of the chaos and kidnapped Eroeh, Dany's goat maid.

He raped her a second time, then gave it to the new Khalasar led by Jhaqo…and let her take turns riding her, and finally cut off the poor maid's head and left it near Dany's tent .

—because Eroeh was snatched from Mago by Dany, and he wants revenge!

A little over half a month ago, during Drogo's attack on the Sheep Town, Maiden Eroeh was captured by Mago and publicly raped by Dothraki, when Daenerys Targaryen happened to pass by.

She stopped the Dothraki Warrior who was raping Eroeh and took her as a slave – all this is not in line with the tradition of Dothraki, even Khal can't snatch the spoils of his subordinates at will, it all depends on Drogo helped Dany put this down with the prestige and strength.

Mago was a mighty warrior, now the Bloodrider of Khal Jhaqo. He came up with the idea of ​​hanging the baby boy's small head on a wooden pole to raise upwards.

He also made a bet with Jhaqo that Dany would pass out.

Dany didn't shed any tears, just stared at them like dead men with Charming Purple eyes, which they totally didn't expect and lost.

"Woman, I swore before the Mother of Mountains that I would never hurt my Khal, it is known." Jhaqo took a few small steps on his horse and shouted to Dany's Khas roared.

"It is known." Mago also said.

"It is known." Jhaqo's ministries responded in unison.

Jhaqo continued: "Khaleesi who lost Khal, never again will any Dothraki Dothraki touch her, she will be sent to Vaes Dothrak to be a Dosh Khaleen. It is known."

"It is known," Mago yelled.

In the Khas congregation in Dany, Aggo came out and shouted: "When Khal is buried, we will escort Khaleesi back to Vaes Dothrak."

"hmph, my Khalasar will be at Lhazar River The North Shore is waiting for you, don't try to run away." Jhaqo coldly said.

This place is located on the border of the Red Waste. Go north and you will return to the Sheep People's Diaspora. Crossing the Lhazar River is the boundless Dothraki Sea. As for going south…that's over a thousand kilometers of deserted Gobi Desert.

He looked around at a small campsite, and the whip in his right hand made a creaking sound in the air. "Now, hand over the things that belonged to Khal but are no longer yours."

"Slave, Warrior, and livestock have been robbed by them." Ser Jorah frowned.

"Iron armored man, I want this palace," Jhaqo pointed at the straw curtain palace behind Dany, "Only Khal can live in Khal's palace, Dosh Khaleen doesn't need it."

Jorah turned his head and looked towards Dany, his right hand pressed against the hilt of the sword, and his left hand quietly pulled down the face armor of the flat iron helmet.

Dany shook her head at him, then turned to Quaro and ordered, "You let the woman take down the tent."