The desert climate is cold at night, and the air breathed by people and animals is covered with white frost, but the people of Dorne are used to the opposite temperature difference at night, just as they are used to acting in the heat.

Many Dorns even prefer to be active at night rather than during the day.

The river called the Sulphur River flows not far away, and the sound of the river can be heard clearly in a village under a sandy hill not far from the riverbank. The buildings of the Dorn are often made of loess and stone, mixed with the tenacious and resilient plants of the desert, giving them an exotic look.

But whether it's the people who live here, or some outsiders, they don't pay attention to this.

The village was crowded with people, and the shouts of the village scouts made everyone in the place sleepy, and they all rushed out of their homes to gather together—riders were rushing towards it.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, and the people of Dorne were holding sticks and farm tools, looking nervously in the direction from which the sound came, but some of the old people were calm.

"If there were cavalry from the north, the lord would have come to inform him a long time ago. Those three dragon riding dog mongrels can't ride horses either, this must be our own people. ”

A bald old man chewing on a grass stalk claimed, but the louder sound of horses' hooves prevented the people around him from paying no attention to his words, and they stared intently in the direction from which the sound came, men and women, all ready to fight or flee

However, when they saw the specific outfit of the visitor, their tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and they began to talk about it.

"What's going on?"

"It's definitely not going to be a good thing in these years."

"Could it be that the dragon mongrel is taking revenge?"

……

After the dragon fell to Fort Hellgate half a month ago, the riders arrived along the coast and informed them of the good news of the dragon's killing, but the people of Dorne here did not know the details - although this race was united, some news was not suitable for everyone to know, otherwise it would inevitably leak out.

However, their speculation about this stopped after a while, because the two riders in their sight were already close to a certain distance.

They wore brass scale armor and breeches worn by the lord's soldiers, and they wore no helmets on their heads, but they wore cloaks and hoods, and the lower half of their faces were covered in khaki scarves.

Far away, before reaching the fence at the edge of the village in the gathering place, the rider in front of him spoke in a high-pitched voice: "On the orders of Lord Uller, the lord of the prison gate fort, a reward is offered for two fugitives, a man and a woman. ”

The rider wears a scarf, but his fluent lingua franca with Dorne's identity is perfect, and as he speaks, he shakes off the silk in his hand, so that the two humble faces drawn on it catch the eyes of the approaching villagers.

"Silver-haired? Is it a dragon bitch? ”

Someone scanned the portrait from beginning to end, and then asked, "What did you say last time—"

"Dragon bitch is dead!" The rider reprimanded: "Don't believe rumors! ”

"But I heard she escaped?"

The rider did not answer the question, but straightened up proudly, "Don't ask what you should ask, just remember the orders of Lord Uller!" ”

As soon as he finished slapping the horse's buttocks, he rode away along the road in front of the village, leaving the people of Dorn here with a reverie-inducing back.

Another dark-faced rider behind him followed silently after glancing at them.

No one noticed anything unusual about the two men, and it seemed that they were the messengers sent by the lord to report them, but in reality they were not.

Two riders rode their horses one after the other. It wasn't until the people behind him were thrown away and completely invisible that the black-faced rider in the back kicked the horse's belly and stepped forward, giggling at the rider in front who seemed to be very calm, but was actually trembling and clenching the horse's belly.

"Good sir, you don't even know how to ride a horse?" The slightly hoarse voice is clearly not a male voice.

"I'm not a sir." The hunched front rider glared at the other man angrily.

The people of Westeros call knights knights, and most people who are not knights will be happy to be called so, but Lan Li only feels that the other party is deliberately laughing at him.

In fact, he is not yet old enough to learn to ride a horse, and he can barely ride on the road at the moment, which is already his talent.

"A lot of people who aren't knights ride horses, even women."

"There are always exceptions." Lan Li retorted, but the other party did not dwell on this topic, and the purple eyes that looked black in the night rolled and swept his whole body, with a smile.

"You know, sometimes I don't feel like you're a Dorn, even though you are." After saying this, the black-faced rider grabbed the horse's belly and ran away first.

Looking at the other party's back, Lan Li secretly pouted.

It was the sixteenth day he had been in this copy of history.

The three Dornites who were attacked by them a while ago were actually in charge of going to various places to spread the news, and after discovering this, Lan Li decided to come and make a fool of himself in order to use this identity to get through the rest of the journey.

It's not impossible, he's an impostor, but he speaks like any other Dorn, and there are no images in this era, at best, someone can draw them.

But if the painters don't see real people, then their work obviously can't be very realistic—as evidenced by the deceptive silk portrait in his hand.

In addition, the little queen Rhaenys is good at makeup skills, and she uses charcoal ash and other materials to smear it, and basically no one will notice anything abnormal at night.

In this way, they didn't encounter many twists and turns along the way, except for one time when they were teased by two enthusiastic Dorne women, and the little queen almost showed her stuff.

Now, the dark coastline was dimly visible, and the sound of the waves was faintly audible, and when they actually reached the beach, the journey was at the end of the journey, and the dangers of Dorne were largely forgotten.

The next leg of the road is by sea.

If they can get a boat.

……

Under the moonlight, the two riders headed straight to the south, the sand and dust from the horses' hooves drifting up and quietly dissipating with the cold moonlight, approaching the sea, and the wind around them began to increase and become colder.

They saw the last of the Dornish villages in front of the beach, and in the distance, the sound of horses' hooves began to subside, and they began to notice the presence of scouts around them.

"Is there really a ship here?" After glancing towards the village at the end of the line of sight, Rhaenys asked.

They hoped to get a boat from the village and run it.

"Most of the salt people make a living from fishing, and there must be boats." Lan Li replied in a low voice.

He had read a book called the Conquest of Dorn, which contained an ethnographic account of the Dorn, who were collectively called the Dorn, but just as the northerners were collectively called northerners, they were just a collective name.

In fact, there are three types of Dorn, and the author of that book names them in order, the Stone Man, the Sand Man, and the Salt Man.

The Stone People live in the mountains of Dorne and are white and beautiful, while the Sandmen live in the desert and have generally tanned skin, while the last Salt People live in the southernmost part of Dorne by the sea, with black hair and olive skin.

At this time, the author of the book had not yet been born, but many things were passed down for a long time, and even if they hadn't read it, there would usually be fishermen in the villages by the sea.

Lan Li is very sure about this.

As for what to do with the ship after getting it, it's better than being in enemy territory.

However, before they could get close to the village, there was a sudden rumbling sound of horses' hooves hitting the ground, and Lan Li's face changed after hearing the sound, and then he turned around without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he turned around on his horse, and found a circle of Dorne riders approaching from all sides.

On the moonlit desert, a group of riders slowly circled around them, and one of the tall figures glanced at Lan Li a few times and laughed.

"The traitor and his dragon bitch will take the initiative to come to us, and what the priest said is really right!"