Chapter 15 Priestess and Blood Witch
As the sky darkened, Dany said to Aggo: "Detain Odor's men, give the sheep slaves some food, and let them leave on their own."
Aggo glanced at the sheep slaves cowering on the side and said: "Khaleesi, the sheep hate us. Now they know our location, they may bring a large army of sheep to encircle us.
The sheep are cowardly but not stupid. They know our strengths and weaknesses and will not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Aggo was young, but his mind was unexpectedly meticulous. Dany looked at him in surprise and explained: "How far can they walk at night? It would be a miracle if they can return to the banks of the Laza River tomorrow afternoon, but we will definitely leave tomorrow morning."
"It's better to just kill them directly." Aggo muttered and left.
The bloody sunset sank into the horizon. The sheep were surprised to receive the notice of freedom to leave. After timidly testing it, they ran away in a swarm.
But the cremation did not start immediately.
A group of horsemen stared with almond-shaped eyes, looking for good omens in the night sky.
Whenever a horse king died, his mount would be killed and buried with him.
It meant that he would ride his steed and gallop into the night kingdom.
When their bodies were cremated under the sky, the khal would ride on a flaming horse and leap out, turning into stars in the sky.
The more vigorously the body burned, the more his star would shine in the dark.
Therefore, before lighting the fire, they had to find the star that represented their khal - it couldn't be a star that was visible every day, it had to be an abnormal star that had just appeared today, because the khal was buried today.
This was a bit troublesome, how could an abnormal star be found so easily?
The horsemen sat on the ground, searching in the sky, and Dany felt embarrassed.
If she had lived in this world for more than ten years, she could just find a less conspicuous star to fool around.
But she had just arrived and her previous incarnation did not understand the stars - at least not as well as the nomads who had nothing to do and looked up at the stars every day. Well, she could not fool the centaurs.
"Can every khal find his own star?" she asked an elderly centaur.
"Of course, the great Drogo is the twelfth khal I serve. I saw with my own eyes that the previous eleven khals rode on fiery warhorses and turned into shining stars, including the khal's father." The old man was so excited to see Khaleesi talking to him in person that his dark face flushed like a drunk.
Twelve? How many dynasties have you been a veteran?
While Dany complained in her heart, she also secretly sighed that many heroes on the Sea of Grass entered Hengsha and fell like shooting stars.
"How long does it usually take?" she asked again.
"Khaleesi, it's still early. We have to wait until the second half of the night at least." The old man smiled, his lips like dried orange peel cracked, revealing a mouthful of broken and rotten teeth. His ugly old face revealed a kind of kindness. "Once we just found a star to light the firewood, and the sun came out. We waited all night!"
Dany finally understood that this was a competition of endurance.
When everyone was exhausted and dizzy from hunger, their vision was blurred and their minds were in a trance. Even if they saw the moon, they might mistake it for a star of the khal.
"Found it, there!" An excited voice came, it was Rakharo.
Dany looked in the direction he pointed, and unexpectedly found a red comet in the low eastern sky, the red of blood, the red of fire, as if a dragon was spewing flames.
This is definitely a star, and it is impossible to ask for a stronger sign than this.
"Haha, the twelfth one." The old man laughed.
"Pour oil." Dany ordered loudly.
Jars of scented oil, castor oil, and vegetable oil were poured on Drogo's body. Haggo, Qotho, and others were also splashed. The oil soaked the silk quilt, branches, and bundles of hay, and seeped into the firewood below. A sweet fragrance filled the air.
"Tie up the witch and throw her into the firewood pile." Dany said again.
Mirri Maz Duur had been hiding in the crowd, watching the funeral platform being built silently. She thought that the matter would be completely over when Jako brought back the baby boy's head.
Although she was a little regretful that she could not take revenge personally, she was basically satisfied when she saw the young head.
But she never expected that the silver-haired woman would suddenly order a fire sacrifice on herself.
"No, no, no, Lady Silver, Khaleesi, please listen to me..." The witch dodged Aggo who was trying to capture her, and struggled madly and shouted, "I saved Lady Lilith, and you said you would reward me. I also sang birthing songs for you and helped you give birth to a healthy little prince. You can't do this to me. It doesn't make sense. It's crazy. Woo woo woo."
The witch was no match for Aggo, and was pinned to the sand after a few words.
"Bring my dragon eggs too." Dany ordered the maids, and the meaning in her words prompted them to run away.
Jorah, with a pale face, stepped forward and grabbed her arm, "Princess, Drogo doesn't need dragon eggs in the Kingdom of Night. It's better to take them to Asshai to sell them. We only need to sell one, and we can buy a large ship and return to the Free Trade City. And the wealth from selling three is enough for you to enjoy for a lifetime."
"Do I need money?" Dany said with a smile.
Jorah couldn't laugh. He choked and held her hand even tighter, as if he wanted to snatch his princess back from the grip of death. "Princess, I know that Prince Rhaegal's death was a huge blow to you.
Even if you try hard not to show any sadness in front of others, I know that your heart is about to be drowned by tears, and the heavy suffering is about to collapse your spine, but you still have..." His face flushed, and he almost said loudly that he would speak love words that went beyond the loyalty of a monarch and his subjects.
The next moment, he was shocked by the almond-shaped eyes around him, and he said dejectedly, "But you are only 14 years old. You still have countless years to come, and you can have countless little princes and princesses."
"Don't worry, sir. Don't forget that I am of true dragon blood." Dany awkwardly pulled back her tightly grasped arm and whispered in a pointed way, "Last time, I thought Viserys was like me and would never die in the molten gold juice. It turns out that he is not a real dragon!"
Jorah let go of Dany at a loss, guessing what she meant, while watching her holding the three dragon eggs handed over by the maid, and with the help of Ago and Rakharo, she climbed up to Drogo's funeral platform step by step.
Dany waved to let the centaur warrior leave. She placed the white dragon egg on Drogo's chest and used his two hands to fix the dragon egg. She herself lay beside Drogo holding the black dragon egg, and placed the green dragon egg between them.
"So you're crazy." The witch who was tied up next to her laughed strangely when she saw Dany finish all the actions: "Endless pain has driven you crazy, hahaha, so that's how it is.
You should have accepted my advice before, exchange life for life, death for death. If the blood witchcraft resurrects the butcher, you can at least save your husband's life, hahaha, you regret it now, hahaha."
"I'll kill you first." Qotho on the side was furious, turned over and was ready to chop to death the laughing goat priestess.
"Stop, I want her to be burned alive," Dany called to Qotho.
That unruly bloodrider was unusually obedient this time. Not only did he not insult Dany, he also looked at her with a respect he had never had before, as if he was moved by her 'great' act of being buried alive?
Or did he think that if they were to return to the Kingdom of Night together, his khal would still choose her as his khaleesi?
Dany turned her head and said to the witch: "Have you forgotten? In your temple, when I first treated the khal's injuries, Cohollo once said that if the khal died, you would die.
I am fulfilling the promise we made that day. Whether the death of the khal has anything to do with you or not, if he dies, you will definitely die."
"Hahaha, you're right. The khal is dead, and the witch who helped him heal his injuries must die." Hago on the other side laughed loudly, then cut his throat with a knife, and finally said vaguely: "We should all go down to accompany Ka."
"Shhh..." There was an immediate hissing sound of blood spurting from Qoso's throat.
"They're all gone," Dany said, looking at the red comet at the end of the sky, her tone very complicated, "Now it's your turn.
When Drogo fell off his horse, I had already thought of your ending today.
Don't deny it, you killed him and wanted to sacrifice his son to the devil. What's more cruel is that you did it all through the hands of a wife and a mother."
"Haha, it turns out you are smarter than I thought." The priestess did not deny it at this point. She smiled triumphantly, "But your son still died. That's enough. I have completed my revenge."
"Yes, you want revenge, that's right," Dany agreed with her. The priestess had reason to kill all the villains who invaded her home, "but how do you repay me for saving you?"
"Favor?" Dany's words seemed to ignite her long-suppressed anger. Priestess Laza spat and asked in rapid succession, "I was dragged out of the temple of the god I believed in by the centaurs. A group of men were waiting to violate me.
That is not a normal position for men and women to have sex. It was from behind, just like a male dog and a female dog mating. That is not a normal position for men and women to have sex.
When you rode by, the fourth man was inside me. How are you going to save me?
I witnessed the burning of the temple of my god with my own eyes, and I have healed countless good men and women there. At that time, I was a pure doctor and a pious priestess, not a witch or a blood witch.
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