Chapter 671: Aemon and the Quei Lizard
The Great Grass Sea of Dothraki.
Weiss Dothraki - Mother Mountain
The Dothraki crossed the vast and boundless Great Grass Sea and returned to the holy land of the horse tribe.
Two huge bronze horses stood on the avenue, symbolizing the horse god believed by the Dothraki.
Statues of harpies, dragons, griffins, etc. were placed on both sides of the road, some were so cute that they were intoxicating, and some were so hideous that they were terrifying.
These were all the spoils that the Dothraki looted other cities and villages and brought back.
Mother Mountain, at the foot of the mountain.
The sound of metal clashing suddenly appeared.
Clang!
The silver-haired boy in animal skins flushed, waving a Dothraki scimitar and attacking continuously.
"Too slow, fake dragon."
The scarred blood guard held the scimitar to resist one by one, with a light sarcasm.
Every time the Dothraki scimitar fell, the other one would calmly block it, and then gently flick it away.
"Ah! I don't believe I can't beat you."
Aemon shouted angrily, swinging the scimitar that was longer than his height in a circle.
The long-term migration of the tribe has tanned his originally fair skin into a wheat color.
The tight animal skin coat exposed his chest, showing a bit of wildness besides nobility.
Just looking at the posture, it really looks like it.
Bang!
A big foot kicked out swiftly, hitting the collarbone that the animal skin coat couldn't cover.
Aemon groaned, his eyes rolled back and flew backwards.
He rolled over and over, and new wounds were added to his bare arms that were already covered with scars.
"Stupid smart, really hopeless."
The scarred blood guard was full of contempt, put the scimitar behind his waist with a flick of his hand, and strode back to the Mother of God.
According to the rules of the Dothraki, no iron tools can be used after entering the Mother of God.
Every time I beat this kid unilaterally, I have to run down the mountain.
It's very troublesome.
"Ahem..."
Until the bloodrider disappeared, Aemon took a deep breath and got up from the ground with a dizzy head.
The brain was lacking oxygen and the chest was stuffy.
A typical cardiac arrest, almost lost his life.
"Damn guy, damn Dothraki."
Aemon was bruised and purple, and beat the grass with indignation.
Every time he used the excuse of training to beat him to death.
The size of both sides was not the same, what was the use of the Dothraki's roaring warrior skills?
Da Da Da...
A burst of light horse hoof sounds sounded, slowly approaching from behind.
Aemon suddenly looked back, and his purple eyes showed vigilance.
"I brought you a gift."
Leah smiled, holding a white horse with silky hair between her slender legs, and holding a bay horse of the same size in her hands.
"For me?"
Aemon hesitated for a moment and looked at the red horse as tall as an adult's shoulder.
"Yes, as a reward for your training."
Lea turned over and dismounted, handed over the reins of the bay horse, and said seriously: "The Dothraki people cannot live without horses. Both men and women must ride horses, otherwise they can only be considered slaves."
And slaves are not worthy of respect.
"Thank you."
Aemon was in a complicated mood, and his palm gently stroked the bay horse's fur.
"Huh~~"
The bay horse had a violent temperament, and its front hooves kicked restlessly, ready to kick out at any time.
Aemon was very calm, tickling the horse's chin with his fingers, and his hoarse voice softened and slowed down: "Good boy, don't be anxious."
The bay horse seemed to understand what people said, and slowly stopped resisting.
Standing obediently on the grass, letting the strange silver-haired boy touch it.
"You are so awesome."
Lea's eyes were full of envy, that was the young horse with the most violent temper.
She secretly selected it from the stable.
Aemon was silent, adjusted the saddle and stirrups of the bay horse, and raised his foot to climb on the horse.
The bay horse did not move or shake, but moved slowly with the people on board.
Aemon was even more silent.
After wandering in the Dothraki tribe for half a year, he had learned everything from grazing, drying, and raising horses.
Riding a horse is much easier than riding a dragon.
"Shall we go for a run?"
Leah rode on the little white horse, her eyes shining.
"Okay." Aemon patted the horse's back and said subconsciously: "Let's go, cheat..."
He stopped talking halfway, and a sense of loneliness suddenly swept over his body.
"What's wrong?"
Leah heard the word "cheat", but she didn't know who to cheat or what to cheat.
Dothraki people disdain to lie.
"Nothing."
Aemon clenched his stiff fingers and said silently: "Give this pony a name."
A new life begins, and it also needs a new name.
His photographic memory told him that only in this way could he be less painful.
But it was also his gift of photographic memory that made him unable to forget every detail of the night of the accident.
The ferocious pale dragon mouth, the green dragon body torn into pieces, the fishy and salty sea water pouring into his mouth and nose...
Punishing him day and night, dragging him from his sleep into memories.
"What name do you think of?"
The girl's sweet voice interrupted his thoughts and pulled him back to reality.
Aemon was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked around the sky and the earth.
The sky was still so familiar, but the earth was covered with the green of the sea of grass.
He gradually went from liking green to hating it.
"Let me think about it."
Aemon looked at the blue sky, and his heart still yearned for freedom and pride.
He was once a high-ranking dragon rider, but now he fell into the quagmire and became a captive of the Dothraki.
The sense of gap always lingered in his heart, binding his fragile soul.
The sky was cloudless, and stars were faintly visible.
Imon was familiar with the astrology taught by Grand Maester Mukun, and carefully observed the changes in the stars.
Soon, he found a relatively complete set of star tracks.
"Look, that's the Ursa Major."
Imon pointed with his hand, his eyes flickering with a faint light.
Knowledge is still too little used and obtained by the Dothraki people.
"Stars?" Leah looked at it and asked in confusion: "We only look at the sun and the moon, can bears become stars?"
"It looks like a big bear, and there is a set of star tracks called the Ursa Minor."
Imon briefly explained it and pinched the long ears of the bay horse: "From now on, it will be called the Ursa Major, representing stars and power."
As he said that, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps the Ursa Major should symbolize the mother, and he is the Ursa Minor that is not visible during the day.
Leah's eyes were tricky, and she concluded: "Are you homesick again?"
Otherwise, how could she call the Big Bear and the Little Bear.
Imon glanced at her, his face a little unnatural.
How can he be so powerful, he can guess this.
But it was useless to miss home. He couldn't go back for the time being, nor did he want to go back.
The dragon was dead, and he made himself so embarrassed.
In the eyes of the public, he was already a dead man, and going back would only live in painful memories.
It's better to go with the flow and find an opportunity to liberate the soul.
"If you can't go back, Dad won't let you go."
Leah was a little disappointed, but soon became happy again: "Dad will be back soon, and will bring you some things from outside."
Rumble--
Whatever they said, the foot of the Mother Mountain sounded like a dense drum-beating horse hoof.
The two half-grown children turned their heads and looked in the direction along the way.
A Dothraki cavalry of more than thousands of people galloped over, raising dust that covered the sky.
"Huh~~"
Not long after, Oka. Kao, riding a dark horse, pulled the reins and stopped in front of the entrance of the Mother Mountain.
All the Dothraki cavalry stopped and followed Kao to put away their scimitars and longbows.
"Hurry up, lowly sheepman!"
"..."
The whip crackled, and the horse whip hit the slaves whose hands were tied with hemp ropes.
These slaves were strong and healthy, and they lowered their heads in fear.
"The slaves given by Slaves' Bay are more useful than any other slaves."
Oka. Khal looked proud and was very satisfied with bringing back more slaves.
These were young slaves who were exchanged for the old, weak, women and children by looting villages along the way.
They knew how to build palaces and forge iron to maintain the normal loss of the tribe.
"Hurry up, I'll pick a female slave too."
Leah was very happy and pulled Aemon into the team.
Aemon glanced coldly and had no interest in this.
Who is not a slave?
...
At night, the stars were dotted.
Bonfires were lit everywhere on the Mother of God Mountain, and the Dothraki people gathered around the fire and celebrated with their teeth and claws.
In the corner, Aemon was carrying a bucket and brushing the hair of the bay horse in the stable.
The bay horse was very clean and licked its master with its tongue.
"Be honest, Ursa Major."
Aemon pushed the horse's head away and continued to work in a depressed mood.
He still couldn't integrate into the group of Dothraki.
There were also many slaves in Volantis, which was governed by the third brother Maekar, but the slaves there at least had enough food and drink.
The Dothraki did not regard slaves as human beings at all and treated them cruelly.
And he was powerless to change, and had to rely on the protection of a little girl.
Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of gaze came over.
The hair on Aemon's arms stood up, and he lowered his head silently.
Glancing back from the corner of his eye, he saw a thin female slave tied to a haystack.
She had dark skin and timidly shrunk her neck, like someone from the Summer Islands.
"No, it's not her."
Aemon secretly complained and looked around quietly.
My father said that he was born with high mental power and was very sensitive.
Someone must have been spying on him just now, and it was still going on.
After looking around, there was no third person.
Aemon stole a glance again, and his eyes fell on the thin female slave next to the haystack.
Fair skin, thin body, flat and round facial features.
At first glance, she was the sheepman who was hurt the most by the Dothraki.
"Sheepman." Aemon muttered secretly, and then widened his eyes: "Sheepman!?"
Isn't it the black skin of the Summer Islands?
Aemon turned back suddenly, and his palm touched the Meraxes dragon head pendant around his neck.
Pah pah...
A masked woman with a bra and short skirt made of gold pieces was standing next to the haystack and clapping.
The woman had a bald head, and the veil was also made of gold, revealing a pair of narrow and shrewd eyes.
"Who are you, and why are you looking for me?"
Aemon took a step back, extremely alert.
At a glance, it was clear that she was a witch, or a witch who confuses people.
Very dangerous.
"Child, you are very vigilant, just like your father."
Quei Lizard's voice is magnetic, with his hands on his waist, he approaches like a noble woman.
"Do you know my father?"
Emon's eyes flickered, and he took a step back when the other party took a step forward.
Father hates mysterious wizards the most, especially witches of unknown origin.
With my father's personality, he didn't kill her after meeting her once, so the witch in front of him must be very powerful.
Maybe she is here to pay for her father's debt.
"Don't be so vigilant."
Quei Lizard stared at the childish face that was exactly the same as that face, and his voice was bewitching: "I know what you are thinking, and I also know where there is a red dragon."
