Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 8 Blood Alliance Ceremony

After conferring with Illyrio, Rhaharo returned to the tent prepared for him and Daenerys.

The tent was decorated with colorful silks, the floor was covered with soft Qohor cashmere rugs, and the air was filled with a faint scent of spices.

Daenerys had changed into a silk nightgown, thin as a cicada's wing, revealing her fair skin. The neckline was slightly open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a small piece of soft and plump.

She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the corner of her clothes with her fingers, her toes dug into the ground, feeling helpless.

Her three handmaidens, Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah, stood by and whispered to each other, laughing from time to time, looking forward to what was about to happen.

When they saw Laharo come in, they immediately knelt and saluted him.

The tent was silent, with only the soft crackling of the burning torches as the sound was heard. Sweat began to form on Rahalo's forehead.

so awkward!
I was single for decades in my previous life. Does it become difficult as soon as I travel through time?

No, he is a graduate of E-disc after all, and no one in this world is more experienced than him!
Thinking of this, he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, how about we stop here tonight? Let's all go to bed early!"

A sly smile played on Irri's lips as she spoke in Dothraki, "Khal, we must accompany Khaleesi tonight and teach her some important lessons in life."

Jhiqui nodded in agreement. "Yes, Khal. This is to help Khaleesi better adapt to life on the Grass Sea."

She stole a glance at Daenerys, who was looking at them with a blank look, not understanding what they were saying.

At this time, Doreah said mysteriously: "Kao, if you have any difficulties, Doreah can help you solve them."

At this moment, Jhiqui understood and thought she understood, and added: "Yes, just like a Dothraki colt, it needs someone to guide it to run."

Lahalo almost vomited blood. He felt that he was being underestimated!
A man with three times the quality of you can easily beat ten of you!

Looking at the excited maid and the blushing Daenerys, Rhallor felt like he had fallen into a pit, a pit he had dug himself.

Rhahalo advocates monogamy, but since he has come to the Dothraki Grass Sea, he has no choice but to follow the local customs.

Come on, let the storm come even harder!
Tomorrow, these little bitches will be punished by being sent into the mountains to pick wolfberries!
...

Lahalo temporarily stabilized Karasar and no large-scale bloodshed occurred, but it was still a very dangerous situation.

There are many rebellious people among Drogo's old subordinates. Under the calm, undercurrents are surging, and they may be coveting his throne.

He wanted to hold a grand funeral to pay his final respects to Khal Drogo and show his magnanimity and generosity.

Drogo's head and body had been sewn together by the Jakkaran priests and placed on a huge square pyre, with his head facing the direction of Vaes Dothrak. His warhorse was also killed and placed at the bottom of the pyre.

As night fell and the first star appeared in the sky, Rahalo lit the pyre with his own hands.

Flames rose, carrying Drogo's soul into the sky.

Each star represents a Dothraki warrior, and Drogo will ride his flaming warhorse, happily galloping and fighting with them in the land of night.

In the early morning, the sun rose, and the golden light sprinkled on the vast grassland, and also illuminated the altar that had been built long ago.

The altar was made of rough boulders, on top of which was placed a huge stone bowl filled with horse blood that had not yet coagulated and emitted a strong fishy smell.

The next thing to do is the blood alliance ceremony.

This is the supreme oath of the Dothraki, sworn in blood, establishing a brotherhood that will never be betrayed.

Bare-chested, revealing his defined muscles, Rahalo walked to the edge of the altar, overlooking the assembled Khalasar warriors below.

His gaze swept over Lazar, Rakharo, Jhogo, Quiro, and old Kaomaso, who stood at the front of the crowd, before finally settling on the vast sea of ​​grass in the distance. "I, Rakharo!" his voice echoed through the sea of ​​grass. "I, Rakharo, have inherited the blood of Khal Dro and will rule the khalasar!
I know that some people are skeptical of me and think I am too young!

But I want to tell you that I am not only qualified to lead you, but I am also capable of leading you to conquer the entire continent!"

Rhallor paused, his tone heated, "We will conquer new lands! Plunder even more wealth! Let Khal Rhallor's name become the most feared existence in Essos!"
Let our horses' hooves crush every city wall and set fire to every sea of ​​grass! Let the whole world surrender to our Khalasar! "

The crowd began to stir, the warriors brandished their arakhs, roared like beasts, and their bloodiness spread like fire.

Rhahalo raised his scimitar high. "Today, I will make an unbreakable oath with the Bloodsworn!"

After saying this, Laharo cut his wrist with a scimitar. Blood gushed out from the wound, dripping into the stone bowl and mixing with the horse's blood.

"I, Rahalo, swear by my blood that those who ally with me will share life and death, and glory! The blood of my blood, the life of my life!"

Lazar was the first to step forward.

He was the first of the Dothraki to be impressed by Rhaelor's prowess, and a warrior capable of fighting a hundred men at once, with three thousand men under his khas.

He strode to the altar, slit his wrist with a scimitar, and let the blood drip into a stone bowl.

Lazar stretched out his blood-stained hand and shook it tightly with Rhallor. He said loudly: "I, Lazar, swear by my blood that I will always be loyal to Khal Rhallor! Blood of my blood, life of my life!"

Next came Rakharo, who repeated the same ritual and made an oath with blood.

Then came Jhogo and Quirrell, each one stepping forward, each blood oath accompanied by a deafening roar from the crowd, the oath igniting a frenzy throughout the khalasar.

As the ceremony drew to a close, an old man with a wrinkled face stepped forward. He was Old Mosso, who had followed Khal Dro for many years. He now slowly knelt before Rahalo.

"Khal Rahalo, I, Mosuo, acknowledge your rule with my blood! Blood of my blood, life of my life! May your iron hooves trample the sea of ​​grass, and your name resound throughout the world!"

He had once been a khal, and this was undoubtedly an open recognition of Khal Rahalo's status.

Cheers resounded through the sky, and the warriors struck their saddles with their scimitars, expressing their fanaticism and loyalty to the new khal in the most primitive way.

Young riders leaped onto their horses and galloped past, shouting Rhahalo's name.

However, at this moment, Bono, Jaco and Jiumo quietly left the scene and merged into the vast sea of ​​grass with their respective followers.

After the ceremony, Old Mosso walked up to Rahalo and said in a low voice, “Blood of my blood, Bono and Jaco left with their respective Kas tribes, and Jiumo Khao also left with his Khalasar.

Bono took away 10,000 warriors, Jaco also took away 10,000, and Jiumo Kao said he wanted to reconsider the cooperation agreement between the two sides.

In fact, Laharo had expected this and nodded calmly, "I understand. They will come back. Or, I will go find them."

The Khalasar had 40,000 warriors, and was once the strongest Khalasar in the Dothraki Grass Sea, but now half of them are gone.

In the original plot, after Drogo's death, the Khalasar also split, and Daenerys was left with only a hundred old, weak and sick people. Now there are still 20,000 warriors and 70,000 to 80,000 women, children and slaves left, which is far beyond expectations.

The Dothraki tribes have always been divided and united. In this land, they have long been accustomed to the cycle of gathering for interests and fighting for interests.

The position of Khaar has never been achieved through peace. Only overwhelming force can make those unruly Dothraki warriors bow their heads.

That was why he had asked Illyrio to prepare the kerosene, sugar, and bottles of wine.

Anticipating it doesn't mean not caring.

Those who betray him will soon understand what force majeure means.

(End of this chapter)