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Chapter 39 Chaser
Chapter 39 Chaser
Confluence of the Lorne and Varanna Rivers.
Ever since the First Turtle War, when the water wizards of the Rhoynar summoned floods to cleanse the Valyrian colonies, they have been covered in wetlands and swamps.
Thick vines have been soaked and piled up in the rotten swamp all year round, and fungus plants hang like curtains from the branches.
The gray-green mud, with several blisters emerging from time to time, exudes the smell of rotting branches and leaves, and at the same time there is a hidden crisis that will swallow fate.
Although you can see many different flowers and snakes and insects here, you can't feel a trace of life.
There are also embankment trails in the swamp filled with silt and shallow water. At this time, a group of Dothrakis are marching here with difficulty. They keep a distance vigilantly, each exploring a solid or shallow muddy route.
The person walking at the front of the team was Noahart. He had a calm face and maintained a calm attitude, holding a thick tree branch as a probe.
Try to walk along the mounds with trees, carefully avoid the black flat ground where there is no grass, and pay attention to the carpet-like turquoise water moss on the surface, which is the most dangerous trap in the swamp.
The group stopped and went. Fortunately, nothing happened. The other Dothraki also saw the ability of the young man Norhat, and their attitude towards him gradually changed to respect and obedience.
"A road was found here, and there are a large series of horseshoe prints and footprints on the road, which are traces of human progress."
Before the voice of the reminder fell, the Dothraki stopped their progress in an instant, drew their weapons to guard, and stared closely at the dark bushes around them.
Before everyone set off, the bachelor Bas Potter had made a special statement.
The Lorne River is infested with bandits, who often hide in abandoned cities, ambush and rob passing ships.
At this time, the water and the sky were steaming, and a large amount of fog was transpiring in the entire swamp, covering the ruins of the city of Sa Meer in the distance.
Noahart did not respond to this reminder, looking for the sun through the fog.
Looking at the looming city ruins in the distance, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Bandits were most common on the river north of Dagger Lake, but they rarely appeared in the lower reaches of the Lorne River.
Noahart didn't feel restless in his heart. As the leader of the tribal patrol cavalry, he had long been accustomed to all kinds of unexpected accidents.
Silently signaled the others to be alert, carefully walked around the black swamp, and walked to the road covered with silt and moss.
But the fresh traces caught in his eyes told him that the ruins of Sa Meer were most likely already occupied by outsiders.
Noahart calmed down, observed the traces left on the road, and quickly calculated the number of enemies. The ruins had to be cleaned up before the tribe arrived.
But in front of his eyes, a string of giant-like footprints completely interrupted his plan.
Suddenly, in the silent ruins lingering in the shadows not far away, there was a clear sound of horseshoes coming from far and near.
Accompanied by the crisp bells of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", the mist billowed, and it seemed that spun yarn passed among the rotten vines, and the figure of a giant riding a horse gradually emerged.
The bells were tied to the giant's braid one by one, and they rang loudly with his actions, announcing his arrival to the world and making all enemies fearful.
After seeing the heroic face of the visitor, all the Dothraki lowered their vigilance, put away their weapons, and bowed their heads in salute.
The breeze suddenly picked up, and the mist swept in like thousands of hectares of waves.
At this moment, at the source of the Varanna River in the distance, the river was galloping and roaring, like a runaway wild horse, flying into the air.
A small group of unfamiliar cavalry emerged first, they hesitated for a moment, and then galloped away in all directions.
All this was seen by the scouting cavalry who stayed at the source of the Varana River.
However, the two sides did not break out in a pursuit battle. This was also the last tacit understanding and peace between the strong wind and the torrential rain.
The sun is setting, the twilight is approaching, and the curtain of night is slowly rolling out.
The spewing bloody afterglow dyed the corner of the sky red, and in the silence between heaven and earth, a wanton fire red burst out.
The air trembled slightly, the river water rippled slightly, and more intense earthquakes followed.
Accompanied by the huge roar of the horses roaring and galloping, the wild Dothraki cavalry joined together, like a raging black wave, sweeping across the sky and covering the sky, as if they were going to smash down all obstacles in front of them, unstoppable.
The horse's four hooves were churning, its long mane was flying, neighing, and the rolling sound waves pierced the sky, and the sound suppressed the clouds.
Khal Drogo led the bloodriders out of the field first, on his fat and sturdy warhorse.
His long black braids hung down his waist, his beard bound by silver rings trembled slightly, and the numerous gold, silver, and copper bells on the tips of his hair rang non-stop.
The fiery red glow of the setting sun crossed the sky and fell on his bronzed face, stretching his lengthy figure.
Reining in the horse, Drogo's fierce pupils burst out with a sharp light like a wild beast hunting, resonating with his chest, his voice clanging like iron and stone, and ordered to the bloodrider guards who followed him:
"Koso, call Bono and Jaco over here."
Different from the ferocious anger in the eyes of other Dothrakis, the eyes of the blood bondman Ke Suo are full of coldness. He is not tall, but he looks extremely flexible.
In fact, Koso did like to hurt people, and he was considered by all the troops to be the cruelest of the bloodriders.
But as Khal's bloodrider, his loyalty was unquestionable. He bowed his head to Khal Drogo and galloped away on his horse.
The Drogo tribe also follows the management tradition of the Dothraki nomads, and is operated by several khas.
Both Ponoko and Jakoko have private subclans who are khal's lieutenants and commanders and administrators of their respective kas.
A moment later, Bono and Jaco, led by the Blood Guard Ke Suo, rushed to Drogo in the afterglow of the setting sun.
It's just that the eunuch sent by Doshi Kalin was with them.
Facing the more powerful Kou in the tribe, Drogo said in a very tough tone:
"The probing riders told me that the Kaa of the prophecy abandoned his chariot, and his men went south, trying to escape from my pursuit, let him run, and I will chase after him, Bono, Jaco , you choose another 1 people from my warriors, and capture their women and children as slaves. As for me, Khal Drogo, I will lead the warriors south, and I will kill the legendary Khal, Bring his head back to Ves Dorask, and salute to the Mount of the Virgin. I will be the most powerful khal on the Dothraki Sea, and do a career that no other khal has ever done in ancient and modern times. I, Baba Drogo, son of Erbo, swears his oath here, facing the Mount of the Mother, and by the stars in the sky."
After the words fell, the eunuch sent by Doshi Kalin immediately stepped forward and stopped him eagerly:
"Khal Drogo, all that remains is the prophesied khal's deceit, and your scouting rider is caught in it, and the flame steed tells me he has led his tribe north."
Hearing the eunuch's yelling, the blood alliance guard stepped forward, angrily drew out his scimitar, and wanted to kill him:
"Evil eunuch, you told Kaa to march southwest immediately, and now you are talking nonsense."
Drogo reached out to stop the bloodrider's move. He had already found the prey, so he decided not to listen to the eunuch's words.
Dothraki khal need to submit to the wisdom and authority of the dosh khalim, but a true khal must trust the warriors of the tribe.
(End of this chapter)
Confluence of the Lorne and Varanna Rivers.
Ever since the First Turtle War, when the water wizards of the Rhoynar summoned floods to cleanse the Valyrian colonies, they have been covered in wetlands and swamps.
Thick vines have been soaked and piled up in the rotten swamp all year round, and fungus plants hang like curtains from the branches.
The gray-green mud, with several blisters emerging from time to time, exudes the smell of rotting branches and leaves, and at the same time there is a hidden crisis that will swallow fate.
Although you can see many different flowers and snakes and insects here, you can't feel a trace of life.
There are also embankment trails in the swamp filled with silt and shallow water. At this time, a group of Dothrakis are marching here with difficulty. They keep a distance vigilantly, each exploring a solid or shallow muddy route.
The person walking at the front of the team was Noahart. He had a calm face and maintained a calm attitude, holding a thick tree branch as a probe.
Try to walk along the mounds with trees, carefully avoid the black flat ground where there is no grass, and pay attention to the carpet-like turquoise water moss on the surface, which is the most dangerous trap in the swamp.
The group stopped and went. Fortunately, nothing happened. The other Dothraki also saw the ability of the young man Norhat, and their attitude towards him gradually changed to respect and obedience.
"A road was found here, and there are a large series of horseshoe prints and footprints on the road, which are traces of human progress."
Before the voice of the reminder fell, the Dothraki stopped their progress in an instant, drew their weapons to guard, and stared closely at the dark bushes around them.
Before everyone set off, the bachelor Bas Potter had made a special statement.
The Lorne River is infested with bandits, who often hide in abandoned cities, ambush and rob passing ships.
At this time, the water and the sky were steaming, and a large amount of fog was transpiring in the entire swamp, covering the ruins of the city of Sa Meer in the distance.
Noahart did not respond to this reminder, looking for the sun through the fog.
Looking at the looming city ruins in the distance, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart. Bandits were most common on the river north of Dagger Lake, but they rarely appeared in the lower reaches of the Lorne River.
Noahart didn't feel restless in his heart. As the leader of the tribal patrol cavalry, he had long been accustomed to all kinds of unexpected accidents.
Silently signaled the others to be alert, carefully walked around the black swamp, and walked to the road covered with silt and moss.
But the fresh traces caught in his eyes told him that the ruins of Sa Meer were most likely already occupied by outsiders.
Noahart calmed down, observed the traces left on the road, and quickly calculated the number of enemies. The ruins had to be cleaned up before the tribe arrived.
But in front of his eyes, a string of giant-like footprints completely interrupted his plan.
Suddenly, in the silent ruins lingering in the shadows not far away, there was a clear sound of horseshoes coming from far and near.
Accompanied by the crisp bells of "Ding Dong, Ding Dong", the mist billowed, and it seemed that spun yarn passed among the rotten vines, and the figure of a giant riding a horse gradually emerged.
The bells were tied to the giant's braid one by one, and they rang loudly with his actions, announcing his arrival to the world and making all enemies fearful.
After seeing the heroic face of the visitor, all the Dothraki lowered their vigilance, put away their weapons, and bowed their heads in salute.
The breeze suddenly picked up, and the mist swept in like thousands of hectares of waves.
At this moment, at the source of the Varanna River in the distance, the river was galloping and roaring, like a runaway wild horse, flying into the air.
A small group of unfamiliar cavalry emerged first, they hesitated for a moment, and then galloped away in all directions.
All this was seen by the scouting cavalry who stayed at the source of the Varana River.
However, the two sides did not break out in a pursuit battle. This was also the last tacit understanding and peace between the strong wind and the torrential rain.
The sun is setting, the twilight is approaching, and the curtain of night is slowly rolling out.
The spewing bloody afterglow dyed the corner of the sky red, and in the silence between heaven and earth, a wanton fire red burst out.
The air trembled slightly, the river water rippled slightly, and more intense earthquakes followed.
Accompanied by the huge roar of the horses roaring and galloping, the wild Dothraki cavalry joined together, like a raging black wave, sweeping across the sky and covering the sky, as if they were going to smash down all obstacles in front of them, unstoppable.
The horse's four hooves were churning, its long mane was flying, neighing, and the rolling sound waves pierced the sky, and the sound suppressed the clouds.
Khal Drogo led the bloodriders out of the field first, on his fat and sturdy warhorse.
His long black braids hung down his waist, his beard bound by silver rings trembled slightly, and the numerous gold, silver, and copper bells on the tips of his hair rang non-stop.
The fiery red glow of the setting sun crossed the sky and fell on his bronzed face, stretching his lengthy figure.
Reining in the horse, Drogo's fierce pupils burst out with a sharp light like a wild beast hunting, resonating with his chest, his voice clanging like iron and stone, and ordered to the bloodrider guards who followed him:
"Koso, call Bono and Jaco over here."
Different from the ferocious anger in the eyes of other Dothrakis, the eyes of the blood bondman Ke Suo are full of coldness. He is not tall, but he looks extremely flexible.
In fact, Koso did like to hurt people, and he was considered by all the troops to be the cruelest of the bloodriders.
But as Khal's bloodrider, his loyalty was unquestionable. He bowed his head to Khal Drogo and galloped away on his horse.
The Drogo tribe also follows the management tradition of the Dothraki nomads, and is operated by several khas.
Both Ponoko and Jakoko have private subclans who are khal's lieutenants and commanders and administrators of their respective kas.
A moment later, Bono and Jaco, led by the Blood Guard Ke Suo, rushed to Drogo in the afterglow of the setting sun.
It's just that the eunuch sent by Doshi Kalin was with them.
Facing the more powerful Kou in the tribe, Drogo said in a very tough tone:
"The probing riders told me that the Kaa of the prophecy abandoned his chariot, and his men went south, trying to escape from my pursuit, let him run, and I will chase after him, Bono, Jaco , you choose another 1 people from my warriors, and capture their women and children as slaves. As for me, Khal Drogo, I will lead the warriors south, and I will kill the legendary Khal, Bring his head back to Ves Dorask, and salute to the Mount of the Virgin. I will be the most powerful khal on the Dothraki Sea, and do a career that no other khal has ever done in ancient and modern times. I, Baba Drogo, son of Erbo, swears his oath here, facing the Mount of the Mother, and by the stars in the sky."
After the words fell, the eunuch sent by Doshi Kalin immediately stepped forward and stopped him eagerly:
"Khal Drogo, all that remains is the prophesied khal's deceit, and your scouting rider is caught in it, and the flame steed tells me he has led his tribe north."
Hearing the eunuch's yelling, the blood alliance guard stepped forward, angrily drew out his scimitar, and wanted to kill him:
"Evil eunuch, you told Kaa to march southwest immediately, and now you are talking nonsense."
Drogo reached out to stop the bloodrider's move. He had already found the prey, so he decided not to listen to the eunuch's words.
Dothraki khal need to submit to the wisdom and authority of the dosh khalim, but a true khal must trust the warriors of the tribe.
(End of this chapter)
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