(Plus the 17th update of the monthly pass.) ）

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When she first started on the road, Daenerys was in a lot of pain.

She had never ridden a horse, and the first day passed, and the curiosity and joy of the initial riding were gone.

When she camped at night, she found her hands blistered by the reins.

The whole body is sleepy and tired.

Both sides of the legs are hot and painful because of rubbing on the horse.

In the evening, when it was almost dawn, Drogo came to her tent, woke her up in the darkness, and rode her mercilessly, as if riding his red warhorse.

Daenerys finally burst into tears and had to use a pillow to hide her cry of pain.

As soon as the morning dawned, she had not yet recovered from the onslaught of Drogo Kao, but she had to mount her horse again and begin the day's trek.

Two days later, her buttocks were bruised and bleeding.

Both hands and legs were blisters of blood rubbed against the bridles and saddle.

Seven days later, she felt her collapse and powerlessness for the first time. After a long time of horseback riding, her back also hurt very badly.

And Drogo Kao rode with his Blood Guard during the day and never said a word to her. After drinking in the evening, I came to toss her. The only thing that pleased her was that Drogo rode her from behind each time, according to Dothraki custom, and could not see the tears on her face. In this way, her fragile self-esteem was preserved from tears.

Half a month later, on the night of her complete breakdown, she had a dream in which she had turned into a dragon. Flames surrounded her and burned everything. The blood blisters on her hands, the abrasions on her legs, and the wounds on her buttocks were all reduced to ashes in the flames, and new flesh grew from her body.

When she woke up, the scars on her body began to become shallow, some old skin fell off, tender flesh grew, and the whole person was full of strength, as if she had been reborn.

The power of her true dragon blood was awakened, and the torment of her flesh and wounds and all other wounds was gone.

In her astonishment and delight, a drunken Drogo re-entered her tent, this time screaming, but not from pain.

Since then, she has started to get used to it. Her legs grew stronger, calluses grew where the blood bubbles had burst, and her supple thighs became firm and bent like leather.

She began to learn real horsemanship, and Drogo Kao's wedding gift, the little silver horse, seemed to know her feelings.

After a few days, though, she immediately became very at ease, like a natural Dothraki. Daenerys is in love with her little silver horse. However, the Dothraki are a harsh and ruthless people, and they never give names to animals, so Dany has to resist the urge to name the little silver horse.

In the evening, she was no longer afraid, but began to faintly look forward to the arrival of Drogo Kao.

Standing on the hill, Jorah Mormont watched Daenerys ride the little silver horse deftly galloping between the rocks, and he was both worried and relieved. His neck and shoulders were as thick as an ox, and his arms and chest were covered with black hair, but his head was bare, and not a single piece of grass grew.

Viserys rode up the hill and was furious: "Jorah, I just ordered her to wait for me, didn't she hear?"

"Your Majesty, the princess is waiting for you in the sea of green grass below. ”

"No, go and call her up, how can she disobey my orders. ”

Jorah Mormont looked at Viserys with a strange look in her eyes: "Your Majesty, are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure. Viserys's hand pressed on the hilt of his sword.

Jorah glanced at Dick Viys, who was expressionless, and struck his horse down the mountain.

Dick Viywater was dressed in bronze armor, and his bronze helmet, stripped of its spikes, hung from the saddle. The Spiked Helm is the mark of the Unsullied, but he is not the Unsullied.

"How could she disobey the orders of the true dragon. Viserys said to Dick Viys, "In addition to your loyalty, Jorah Mormont is also a beheaded, and he wants to ride Daenerys, do you see?"

"I knew at a glance at him that Sir Jorah Mormont was enchanted by Princess Daenerys. Dick said indifferently.

"An exiled knight who wanted to ride his master. Say, Dick, will they come up and get down on one knee and apologize to me?"

"No!" Dick Vishui said lightly.

The Dothraki horse caravan split into several paths and crossed the hillside like flowing water, into an endless sea of green.

No one is paying attention to this side, no one is even looking at this side.

Viserys are a down-and-out royal family despised by the Dothraki. They called him the King of Beggars.

"You wouldn't say that?" Viserys incredulously, "How dare they provoke the wrath of the sleeping dragon?"

"You're not a dragon, Viserys, you're not even a shadow of a snake. Dick Viche said lightly.

"What did you say?" For a brief moment, Viserys was completely stunned. Time and space stood still, and then he let out a roar of rage.

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Dick Weishui's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "You are not a dragon, you are not even the shadow of a snake." You are stupid, arrogant, cruel, crazy, inferior, selfish, clever, incompetent. You have no strategy, no wisdom, no martial arts, you want to sell your sister to restore your country? It's impossible, Drogo Kao has never looked at you squarely. Viserys, you're the stupidest and stupidest person I've ever met, and you've been stupid to death by yourself!"

Viserys' purple eyes were filled with confused madness, and every word of Dick pierced his proud heart like a sharp knife, No, no, no, I am a real dragon, I am a Targaryen. He screamed wildly from the bottom of his heart!

"I'm going to behead you. He roared, but he heard a rattling in his throat, and he could not make a sound, and he was so frightened that he tried to draw his sword, but his hands were weak, and his body was sore, and he was shaking, and he fell from his horse, and the man rolled down the high slope, and rolled and rolled on the strange rocky road, and his head broke and bleed.

In the distance, several groups of Dothraki who had crossed the ridge laughed when they saw the beggar king rolling down the mountain road. None of them cared about him, no one came to see what was going on, and no one stopped laughing and going on.

Dick Vishui turned over and dismounted, came to the side of Viserys, who could not get up, and said lightly: "Everyone dies, Your Majesty, you have been kissed by a snake, it is a shadowless and invisible poison. I drugged it. ”

Viserys' throat gurgled as his purple-eyed gaze began to drift.

"Remember, you're not even a shadow of a snake, Viserys. You're so indignant and furious, let me help you again. A slight chill pierced through the back of Viserys' neck, as small as an ant's bite on the skin.

Viserys' eyes widened, and he died of exhaustion.

"Go in peace, and then Drogo Kao and your sister Daenerys. Dick Viche said lightly.

He stood up, and with an urgent voice, shouted down the hill, "Sir Jorah, Carrihy, your majesty has fallen from his horse, as if he had broken his neck. God, hairless man, herb woman, where are you, come and help my poor King. ”

There are two types of people in Karasa (the name of the Dothraki tribe) who specialize in medicine: infertile women and slave eunuchs. The herb woman healed with potions and charms, while the eunuch used sharp knives, needles and threads, and fire.

Infertile women are called herb women, and eunuchs are hairless.