Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 19 Warm Dragon Eggs
Meanwhile, somewhere in Westeros.

Melisandre stood in front of the brazier, her long copper-red hair moving in the wind, and her red robes looked even brighter in the firelight.

She is a priestess of R'hllor, a mysterious woman from Asshai with a beautiful heart-shaped face and rose-red eyes. She wears a ruby ​​necklace at her throat, which gradually glows with magical power.

A strange and powerful figure gradually emerged from the flames, his eyes as blazing as the red sun, his body surrounded by eternal flames, as if he were the master of heaven and earth!
Melisandre's heartbeat quickened. She turned to look eastward toward the continent of Essos and murmured softly:
"Stannis's flame has dimmed, and a new light will be born in a land of smoke and salt."

She stared at the dancing flames, her eyes full of fanaticism, and finally slowly knelt on the ground, folded her hands on her chest, and muttered something.

"After the long summer, the stars weep blood, the night is coming, but the light has already appeared.

Nissa Nissa's spirit pierced the long night, and Azor Ahai was reincarnated into the human world. He drew the burning holy sword from the flames and awakened the dragon in the stone...

I will follow the new light until the long night recedes and light returns to the earth!"

...

At the same time, the banquet on Caohai ended and the noise gradually subsided.

Beside a clear spring, Daenerys walked into the tent set up for her by slaves, and the moonlight shone on the dragon eggs in the corner.

At that moment, she seemed to see countless dancing sparks flashing before her eyes, blinking, and then disappearing.

"It's just stone," she rubbed her eyes and murmured softly. "Dragons are extinct. Even Illyrio said so."

Daenerys walked over, squatted down, and slowly stroked the eggshell with her slender fingers, feeling the fine dragon scale patterns.

Strangely, the stone was warm, even a little hot.

"The sun must have heated them up."

She sighed softly and told her maid to prepare for a bath.

Doreah lit a fire outside the tent, while Irri and Jhiqui worked together to bring in a copper tub.

When the bath water was boiling, Irri helped Daenerys into the tub and climbed in herself.

"Have you ever seen a dragon?" Daenerys asked.

She had heard that dragons originally came from the East, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai and the islands of the Jade Sea, and perhaps there were still dragons left there.

"Khaleesi, dragons are extinct." Irri said firmly.

"Yes," agreed Jhiqui. "They all died a long, long time ago."

"Ugh……"

Daenerys sighed in disappointment.

When the Doom ravaged Valyria and the Land of Neversummer, magic vanished.

But she had always heard that the situation in the east was different. It was said that manticores still roamed the Jade Sea Islands and that basilisks still lingered in the Yi Ti jungles.

"There are no more dragons," Ellie said firmly. "A brave man slays a dragon, because dragons are terrible monsters. Everyone knows that."

"Well, everyone knows that," Jhiqui agreed again.

"A Qarth merchant told me that dragons came out of the moon," Doreah said. "Actually, the moon is just a giant dragon egg!"

Ellie scoffed, "The moon isn't a dragon's egg. It's a goddess, the sun's wife. Everyone knows that."

"Everyone knows that," Jhiqui nodded in agreement.

As Irri scrubbed Daenerys's back with a towel, she whispered in her ear, "Khaleesi is the moon, and Khal Rhallo is the sun. Hehe, I used to think Dothraki men treated their wives like horses. But Khal Rhallo, well, is different from other Dothraki men."

Her face flushed, she fanned herself in front of her face with her hands, complained of being hot, and quickly climbed out of the bathtub.

Daenerys gave a faint smile, picked up the mead and sipped it silently.

The heat in the tub gradually rose, the temperature even enough to cook an egg, but she seemed unaware and even liked the burning feeling more and more.

Seeing Laharo return to the tent, he slowly stood up, his fair skin flushed, and crystal clear water droplets flowed down along the arc.

Jhiqui dried her quickly and anointed her with scented oil, and then Irri sprinkled her with fragrant flowers and cinnamon, while Doreah combed her silver hair until it shone like silver thread.

"By the light of my sun and stars, I think we should go outside tonight," Daenerys said.

The Dothraki believed that all important things in life should be done under the open sky, and she was ready to assimilate into the Dothraki way of life.

"Dany, don't..." Rhallor's old face turned red and he grabbed Daenerys' arm.

Daenerys respects the Dothraki way of life, but Ragnarok simply cannot.

You still have to have some dignity.

...

After waking up, Laharo went straight into the blacksmith area and never came out.

When fighting, the Dothraki would just rush forward with their bare chests, which was really an eyesore and very tiring.

The villagers' fights for water require coordination, and the Dothraki are even more individual and fearless. In terms of tactics, they are on par with group fights in the village.

During the Century of Bloodshed, the Dothraki gradually expanded eastward, with Khal Temo, the strongest, approaching Qohor.

In the field battle, Khal Temo easily defeated Qohor's cavalry and encountered three thousand Unsullied who were fighting with their backs to the city.

Khal Temo led the khalasar in eighteen charges, attacking three times with a hail of mounted arrows, but each time he was repelled.

In the end, Khal Temo, his sons, all the khors, the three bloodriders, and tens of thousands of Dothraki warriors fell on the battlefield. The remaining Dothraki cut off their braids and threw them at the Unsullied, declaring defeat.

In the battle between Laharo and Fogo, if it were not for his prestige and the victory through surprise attack, it would be impossible for the outnumbered to defeat the larger force with 20,000 men facing off against 40,000 men, with a difference in strength of twice as much.

Other Karasas may launch attacks at any time. If they fight in groups, the 20,000 troops will be consumed at an astonishing speed.

Moreover, the Dothraki people's ideology has seriously declined, and rectifying military discipline is a long and arduous task.

Laharo must seize this hard-earned period of peace and equip himself with armor as soon as possible, at least to greatly increase his survival rate during cavalry attacks.

Rahalo came to the blacksmith workshop. The blacksmith slave originally had a low status, but now he was respected by Kao. His enthusiasm was overflowing and he vowed to work harder to repay Kao's kindness!
Even the guards who usually monitored them had gone into some corner to drink.

The blacksmith took the red-hot iron ingot out of the furnace, slowly hammered it into a whole piece of breastplate, and then continued to quench it.

The red-hot iron plate was immersed in cold water, and a white mist rose up, accompanied by a "hissing" sound, and a faint burnt smell filled the air.

These armor plates are divided into two parts, chest and back. Then the leatherworker adds a soft leather lining, rivets it, and connects the ribs with leather belts to form a half-body breastplate.

There are no shoulder pads because they would hinder horse archery.

A ridge is fashioned on top of the helmet to hold the horsetail, a hallmark of the Rhahalokhalasar.

Old Mosso and others stood in the distance, watching Laharo's busy figure, all of them were puzzled, but they never dared to go forward to disturb him.

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(End of this chapter)