»Just as Mungo rode to the ruins of Ves Kvor, preparing to explore the Valyrian Road with the old man Orfor, a traditional Dothraki wedding was being held in the tribal camp on the banks of the Sarn River.
When the gorgeous morning glow appeared in the east, wisps of smoke rose above the tents.
Dothraki women took a bath, combed their hair black and shiny, applied the unique spice and flower essence of the grassland, touched their wrists, ears, lips and private parts, put on painted robes, and put on crimson, yellow or orange veils, waiting for the tribal men to enjoy.
The sky is the dome, the grassland is the carpet, the wind in the wilderness brings the fragrance of grass and wild flowers, and the bright colors announce the existence of life.
The long table of the banquet is undecorated, and the old women shuttled through the tents, serving authentic Dothraki food.
Raw horse heart, half-coagulated horse blood, roasted horse meat with garlic and fire dragon pepper, blood pie, mare's milk, and sweet and strong red wine summer red produced on the other side of the narrow sea add a lot of color to this wedding. The Dothraki people advocate fullness and reality, and pay more attention to the taste of the raw materials themselves.
The men brought whips, longbows and arakhs, which are traditional gifts they prepared for the bride. After receiving three gifts, the bride will refuse according to traditional rhetoric, and the husband will accept them again, which is simple and real.
Time passed little by little, accompanied by the sound of music and drums, the women walked out of the tent with veils and danced at the wedding banquet to the drumbeats.
The Dothraki wedding begins at dawn, and the banquet of the day will not end until dusk.
As the deputy of the khal, the knights of each karth will naturally not be absent from the wedding. They will enjoy women freely under the sky and under the gaze of the entire tribe. As for whether to give out their arakhs, it depends on the women's bodies.
The kor gathered together and looked at the dancing women wantonly.
The strongest kor drank a sip of mare's milk, stood up, and staggered towards the woman with a red veil, but was beaten by a short Dorask.
According to Dothraki tradition, if two men fall in love with the same woman, they will fight to the death.
So this whole day, except for the banquet, the endless battle will not end until dusk. A Dothraki wedding without more than three deaths is a failure.
As dusk approached, Mongol, under the guidance of the old man Ofer, came to a grassland at the intersection of the lower reaches of the Sarn River and its tributaries, and found the tribal scouts who were staying here.
They walked and stopped along the way. Fortunately, there were no accidents. Mongol also saw the superb riding skills of the old Dothraki, but he did not doubt that Ofer did not ride a horse in the tribe, after all, he was old and physically weak.
"Kao, go further and you will find the ruins of Ves Kadoc."
Mongo ignored this reminder, but looked at the looming forest in the distance with an embarrassed look:
"Isn't the ruins of Ves Kadoc on the grasslands west of the Dothraki Sea? Why is there a forest in the distance?"
Old man Ofer stood on horseback, looked into the distance, and said with embarrassment:
"I'm really sorry, Kao, I also passed by here for the last time four years ago.
But at this time, Ofer seemed to have thought of the reason and exclaimed:
"To the west of the ruins of Ves Kadoc is the Forest of Qohor, and the trees in the forest have invaded our grasslands."
Then Ofer shook his head in disbelief:
"No, no, if it was a wild beast that brought the seeds here, the naturally grown trees could not grow so fast. The city-state of Qohor is further west of the Forest of Qohor. It must have been done by the people of Qohor. In order to produce high-quality wood and wood carvings, they planted trees in our grasslands. "
The Qohor people saw the gold coins here, and the Dothraki people might not care, but Mungo saw the fuse of a war.
Not only that, the Qohor people have now affected his plan.
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Mungo was ashamed and angry. The scouts could not completely replace his eyes. They only found out that the number of the enemy's warriors was equal to his own, but did not tell him the local terrain.
Now, the ruins of Weiss Kadoc are surrounded by forests, and the Dothraki cavalry can't charge here at all.
Mungo is eyeing the Jumo Khal tribe camped in the forest.
When he first became a bandit, he was curious about the eunuchs in Kasri. The Dothraki do not keep idle people. Eunuchs act as doctors in the tribe. They use sharp knives, needles and fire to treat wounds. In addition, there are herbal women who use potions and spells to heal wounds.
The Dothraki need the eunuchs' medical skills, but they despise and laugh at them. When Mongol learned that the other party was a doctor, he immediately put away his curiosity and sincerely apologized to the other party.
The eunuch who gained respect from him accidentally told him a piece of news. In the capital of the Dothraki, Vaes Dothraki, the blood guards of Jumo Khal once revealed that they were preparing to set out from Vaes Dothraki to Pentos.
Mongol kept this news in mind. Later, when he was talking about geography with the old man Orfer, the other party told him that after leaving the capital, he should go straight west, find the Sarn River, follow the river to Qohor City, and then set out from Qohor City and take the Valyrian Road to Pentos City. This is the closest, most convenient and most convenient route for supplies.
The two pieces of news corresponded to each other. Mongol found that the routes were the same, and immediately sent scouts to search and track forward until his tribe reached the ruins of Vaes Kwar on the banks of the Sarn River. The scouts sent news that Jumo Khal's tribe was found north of the Sarn River.
Last night, the old man Ofer told him that south of the ruins of Wes Kadoc are hills, which are also the origin of the western branch of the Sarne River. It is impossible for Jiumocao to climb over the hills to reach the city of Kohol. According to the tribe's traveling speed , at dusk the next day, they will definitely stop at the ruins of Wes Kadok.
At that time, everyone believed that the ruins of Wes Caddock were still a grassland, and Mengge planned to lead the cavalry himself to launch an attack before dawn tomorrow.
Now he suddenly broke into the unknown forest in front of him, completely interrupting his plan.
A war that goes against the Dothraki way of fighting will undoubtedly increase casualties. The attack on the ruins of Vaes Kadoc has become meaningless, and we have to make another plan.
Taking advantage of nightfall, Meng Ge handed over his scouts and continued to follow Jiumokao's tribe, and then called the old man Ofo to ride away.
The stars were shining brightly, and the shrill howls of wolves floated in the distance. It was difficult to tell the direction in the night. Fortunately, there was still the Valyrian road underfoot to guide the way.
The road home always felt longer than the road away from home. Meng Ge rode his horse and whipped his whip to calm down. He didn't want to give up the prey that was brought to his mouth, so he stopped his horse and shouted to Ofer, who was already exhausted behind him:
"have a break."
Turning over and dismounting, Mengge asked:
"If Kaoru Mokaku leaves the ruins of Weiss Kadok, how will he go to Qohor?"
Ofer said without thinking:
"Continue to go west, and after passing through the Kohol Forest, you will encounter the Qinn River. Walk downstream along the Qinn River, and you can reach the city of Qohol in one day."
At this time, Mengge looked focused, imagined a map in his mind, and asked:
"After encountering the Qin En River, will you cross it?"
Ofer frowned slightly, the wrinkles on his forehead twisted into a line, and thought carefully:
"Kohor City is built along the Qin River. As long as you know the direction, you can't go to the other side of Qohor City. Even if you go wrong, you won't be able to cross the river. The Qin River is wide and deep, and the river is turbulent and overflowing, so it is The black daughter known as the Mother River of Lorne is pampered and willful, yet tolerated by her mother."
Meng Ge drew a fork in the Qin En River in his mind and sighed helplessly, could this be the end of it?
Suddenly, Ofer's eyes lit up and he said:
"Kaa, Undercurrent River, we can launch a surprise attack in Undercurrent River."
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