|||->-> "Pejikao, you've lost!" Dario raised his eyebrows, confident and uninhibited.

"Pei Ji, cut off your long hair. Daenerys exclaimed.

Pei Ji's long hair was braided into a long whip and dragged behind him, and there were many small golden, silver, and copper bells on the whip.

"Kao, Dario needs your long hair and bells as a reward for glory. Dario laughed.

"Take it!" Pei Ji's face turned blue. He thrust the cutlass back into its scabbard.

Long hair and bells, symbols of the glory of the steppe warriors.

The defeated cut their hair, the victor tied their bells, and the longer the hair, the more it proved that they were brave and good at fighting.

Dario didn't mean to kill Peiji, he could have asked for Peiji's head, but that would be too risky. Once this team loses Kao, the team will split that day. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad with Ko to set up Kao, but once there was no leader who could convince the crowd, chaos would begin.

Chaos will bring a lot of certainty! In the chaos without Kao, many cruel generals will want to take Daenerys away as their wives or concubines. Daenerys is so beautiful, and her status as a queen is also a no-brainer for the generals.

It is tradition that only Kao would follow the ancient precepts and rules and be responsible for bringing Daenerys safely to the Holy City and handing it over to Doshikarin.

Daenerys asks Pei Ji to cut his hair, which is also what Dario means not to kill Pei Ji.

What she needs now is security, and she needs order in this legion, not bloody chaos.

Dario understands this, too.

Monarchs and ministers have the same heart.

Dario did not yet know that one of the slave grooms in the army was Jorah Mormont the Bear. Daenerys didn't tell Dario about Jorah Mormon's condition. Dario doesn't know better, and can face the decisive battle more focused.

Shout!

Dario's narrow sword shook, and with a flash of cold light, the blade slashed Pejikao's long glorious hair tied to the bell. Long hair falls and bells ring. Dario's narrow sword swayed, the tip of the sword raised his long hair, his left hand grasped in his hand, and then raised it high to show everyone, he smiled and slowly turned in a circle.

The audience fell silent all at once, and countless pairs of sparkling eyes fell on the long hair, on the bells, and on Dario's invincible countenance.

Thousands of people were silent in that moment!

The soldiers and the people, their eyes overflowing with admiration, they regarded Dario as a true hero.

Peijikao's expression was grim, his face was as cold as black iron, he snorted, turned around and left!

The circle that encloses many layers automatically separates, giving way to a wide passage.

In the decisive battle of the grassland, the loser has three results: cutting the hair, cutting off the head, cutting the hair and cutting the head. Either way, it's in line with ancient precepts and traditions.

Many warriors with strong martial arts and arrogant hearts chose to commit suicide after being defeated and having their long hair cut.

They can't stand the humiliation of being deprived of this glory.

But more warriors chose to accept it, and then practiced martial arts hard, if they lost the sword, they practiced the sword, if they lost the archery, they practiced the archery, they were eager to win back the glory in the next challenge.

Daenerys and Dario only hope that the taciturn Pegicao will not choose to commit suicide. Of course, with Pei Ji's character, if he wanted to commit suicide, he might return his scimitar on the spot and cut his neck.

"Dario, you're free. Pejikao's voice came from outside the circle, still strong and powerful, "You can pick a horse among my war horses, and you can leave at any time if you want to." ”

"Pejikao, where my queen goes, I will go there. Dario shouted back.

"Daenerys must go to the Holy City of Vess, she is our future Doshikarin. ”

"Then I'll go to the holy city of Vis too. I will not leave her, never. Dario's eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked at Daenerys passionately.

He stayed by the Queen's side for many nights, and he always made her happy, and kept shouting 'Oh, Dario!'" and because of this, he had a nickname, nicknamed 'Oh, Dario' by the soldiers.

When night came, the mute groom took the opportunity of grazing the horses, rode his war horse and left the group quietly with two reserve horses, he did not know how to blow the rhythm of the dragon's horn, but he knew that as long as he blew the dragon's horn, he would increase the hope of the dragon's return.

Blow the horn and whine, and the soldiers will basically do it! The groom will too!

He and the queen to whom he was loyal, all that was left now was hope.

Three days later, two of Pejikao's blood allies, Jaspa and Joshuaer, returned with more than 300 cavalry, and after paying for dozens of lives, they successfully chased Argo away.

In the dark night of the day before, according to the traces left on the grassland, they divided their forces to pursue Ago, and after dawn, they would be together, and everyone lost the direction of Ago.

Jasper and Joshuel had to return with their brothers.

It was as if he had completely disappeared from the grasslands, and he may have gone farther south, perhaps to the east, or to the direction of Dragonstone......

Jasper and Joshuel returned, and were surprised to see Pegicao shave all his hair off. Although they had seen many of the nobles of the kingdom bald, and many of the heroes of the alien race preferred to keep a bald head, the Dothraki never shaved their heads. Their long hair is their glory.

Early the next morning, Pejikao ordered the army to march north, with the holy city of Vesdosrak.

The annual festival of gatherings is approaching, and they are still two thousand miles away from the holy city.

As soon as Pejikao's army left Dragonstone Hill, one man and two horses slowly returned here. Immediately, the knight returned to his true self, and he was none other than Jorah Mormont.

Dressed in Dothraki garb, Jorah made his way up the Dragonstone Hill to the dragon's lair, where the three dragons had lived. Outside the dragon's lair, in addition to the charred mountain rocks, there are many animal bones.

Jorah settled into Daenerys' and Drogo Kao's own small stone house. This stone house was built three years ago, and at that time, he was by Daenerys's side.

There are traces of dragons left here, and Pegi Kao has also come up to see it, and many soldiers have come up to see it, although Daenerys does not have a dragon by his side, but Peiji and his soldiers look at Daenerys differently.

Jorah harnessed his horse, took out the dragon's horn, which was carefully wrapped, and went up to the top of the mountain, whining and whining......

The horn sound is melodious, penetrating, and contains the texture of metal...... He has sounded the sound of the countless times in other places...... It doesn't matter if it's day or night...... But the three dragons were still nowhere to be found......

This is where the three dragons left, and even if they don't blow their horns, they will come back to find their master, but no one can be sure when they will return......

In the distance, several dark shadows appeared, and the black shadows were rapidly moving towards the dragonstone hills, and Jorah stopped playing, and the black shadows that were getting closer and closer were a small group of cavalry. The speed of the cavalry was extremely fast, and the wind carried the sound of horses' hooves, faintly.

Chorah ducked down and quickly descended to the top of the hill, first hiding the two horses in the woods and then hiding himself behind the rocks for easy observation.

A cavalry arrived quickly, led by a general, none other than Daenerys' Blood Alliance guard Lacarlo.

Jorah Mormont was overjoyed, and he appeared: "General LaCarlo, it's me, I'm Jorah Mormont." ”

LaCarlo roared and rode up the mountain!

As it got dark, another Blood Alliance guard, Argo, also arrived on horseback.

On the Dragonstone hills, in one day, a team of less than fifty people was gathered, led by Lacarlo, Jogo, and Jorah Mormont. They stayed on Dragonstone Hill, blowing the dragon's horn in turn, waiting for Daenerys' dragon to return.

Blood Alliance Guard and Jorah have gone through all the processes of the birth of the three-headed dragon, its growth, and its battle. They are three old friends of the three-headed dragon. Jorah was also the first to learn the word dragon burn from Daenerys.

More than twenty days have passed in the blink of an eye, and on the Longshi hill, there are three generals who are looking forward to the return of the dragon. As the annual festivities approach, Jorah, Lacarlo, and Argo decide to drive the Dragonstone Hills toward the holy city of Veez.

They were not dragged down by their people, and they marched extremely fast, running hundreds of miles a day, day and night, and in about seven days, they could reach the holy city. And on the other side of the Narrow Sea, in the depths of the Bright Moon Mountains, on the inaccessible Cloud Mountain, there is also a group of warriors who are looking forward to the dragon, this team is led by the Magic Mountain, Jane, the old chief Timei, and the Red God priestess Melisandre.

They came again, probably thanks to Melisandre's prophetic powers, and as luck would have it, the sheep thief was indeed in his dragon's den, and, before the song of praise that had summoned him to appear, he came to the mouth of the cave of his own accord.

"Is that a sheep thief?" Jenny's heart was shocked, and her eyes widened.

She looked up at a hideous dragon head in the cave halfway up the mountainside, it was very large, and although it was far away, it felt like it was still bigger than the body of an elephant.

The Black Dragon, the mount of King Aegon of the first Targaryen, is rumored to be able to swallow a bison or an elephant in one bite, so how big is his head? In the underground dragon's den of King's Landing, an adult walked into the mouth of the black dragon's skeleton and stretched out his hand to barely touch his upper jawbone.

Beside Jenny stood Melisandre, Brienne of Tarth, Zeligelda the Bull, Tim Charm the Red Hand, Captain Erin, and Captain Joyce. Behind them were the dead guards of the Five Hundred Demon Mountains. Behind the guards were hundreds of ragged people of the Scorching Tribe.

Everyone stared at the mouth of the cave on the mountainside, and at the entrance of the cave, a hideous and terrifying huge dragon head was revealed, and the light of the two dragon eyes, even if it was far away from the mountain, it could feel the invisible oppressive force rolling like a tide.

At the entrance of the cave, at the edge of the black zone, there were two figures, one large and one small, the tall one was the Magic Mountain, and the short one was the old chief Ti Mei. For the first time, two generations of Red Hands of the Scorching Ministry came with two live goats.

In the past, the red hands of the Scorching People came to sacrifice, all of them killed the sheep and brought them, and because of the steep mountain road and the limitation of strength, they could only bring one fat sheep at a time. And Magic Mountain, as the red hand of the new generation of chiefs, he set a precedent and came with a fat live sheep in one hand.

The entrance of the dragon's lair has been burned black and shiny by repeated dragon flames, and the nearby mountains and rocks have also been scorched by the dragon flames as if they were black crystals. The cave is three hundred meters in circumference, it is a black realm, and the bones of countless animals are scattered on the ground.

There is no grass in the black area!

This time, before the old man could sing the sacrificial hymn of the fire wizard, the dragon peeked out of the deep cave with a huge head, and the cry of fear was a temptation that the sheep thief could not refuse, and although he ate all the animals he could find, his favorite was the sheep.

Live sheep is the most delicious delicacy that sheep thieves can't resist. More than the red hand charm singing the beautiful hymn of the master, the sheep thief is more tempted.

Every time the red hand charm came to offer sacrifice, he had to sing first, the song was handed down by the fire wizard castor, and when the sheep thief heard the song, he knew that it was the master's believers.

The sheep thief noticed that a stranger had arrived, but he knew the red wizard's robes that the stranger was wearing, although the robes were not worn on his body, but hung on his strong body. Around the neck of the stranger hung the small axe of the red hand of the chief of the Burning Chieftain, the robe and the small axe, which were the tokens of his master castor, and the people who held these two things were the new generation of believers who had come to sacrifice.

One hundred and fifty miles, the sheep thief has gone through more than ten generations of red hand inheritance sacrifices, he knows this process, and it will be this tall stranger who will come to serve him.

"Sing hymns. The old man's voice trembled slightly. I don't know if it's because of fear or because of excitement, or both.

Although the magic mountain was motionless, his body was already wet with hot sweat.

The sheep thief only showed his head, and the huge dragon eyes like black hedron looked at him, and he felt as if a mountain peak was pressing down. At that moment, he felt like he had turned and fled, but his body didn't move.

Before this, the magic mountain had been carrying out psychological construction for more than a month, but the power of the two hundred and fifty-year-old dragon, once he really faced him at close range, the magic mountain still collapsed at that moment The carefully constructed psychological construction, the incomparable majesty of the dragon is not something that ordinary people can face calmly by relying on reason.

Although the old man Ti Mei has been here for decades, every time he faces the dragon, he is still trembling, and he can't do it calmly and easily.

Reminded by the old man's charm, the magic mountain opened his mouth, and a deformed hymn sounded from his mouth.

This is a song that the castor owner used to talk to and chat with the sheep thief during his lifetime, and it has accompanied the sheep thief for one hundred and fifty years.

With the unpleasant singing, the beating heart of the magic mountain gradually stabilized, and he could see that the eyes of the sheep thief seemed to only notice the live sheep in his hand that kept screaming and struggling.

Moshan found that he suddenly raised his hand and threw a live sheep out of his hand.

When he was alert, the magic mountain himself was startled.

"What the hell, what am I doing? This is not the sacrificial rules of the Old Timei Sect!"

Old Timei was also startled, his face suddenly turned pale, he had sacrificed for decades, and he had never thrown a sacrifice like this, would this anger the son of the god of fire: the dragon.

The two generations of red hands who came to sacrifice were shocked.

The strength of the magic mountain is extremely strong, and he is nervous and subconsciously throws a round live sheep, and the live sheep screams and soars out of the air and flies towards the entrance of the cave.

The sheep thief who had a look of scrutiny in his eyes suddenly moved, the dragon head seemed to be a spring that had been compressed for a long time and was waiting to be released, the pressure was released, and the spring popped out, as if in the blink of an eye, the sheep thief strung out of the hole for most of his body, his long neck stretched, the yellow scales flashed with crystal light, the huge dragon's mouth opened, and at the throat, a golden red light that made people unable to open his eyes suddenly lit up, as if a dazzling sun appeared there, boom, a ball of golden light gushed out from the huge mouth of the sheep thief, and suddenly wrapped the live sheep in mid-air。