After repeatedly complaining to Jorah about the young dragons' disobedience, he suggested that Daenerys simply "expel" the two talkative ones and focus solely on teaching the Black Dragon.
If the Black Dragon grew strong enough, Daenerys could use him to subdue and control the White and Green Dragons.
Jorah agreed that Daenerys's teaching would indeed help the young dragons mature.
He told her that throughout House Targaryen's history, dragons had never been invincible. There had been numerous dragon-slaying incidents.
"The most famous was undoubtedly Meraxes's death. Your ancestor Aegon, with the help of his two sisters, conquered all six kingdoms except Dorne.
"But during the assault on Hellgate Keep in Dorne, Queen Rhaenys's dragon was struck in the eye by a crossbow bolt due to a momentary lapse in caution. Meraxes fell to his death instantly."
Jorah glanced at the three young dragons soaring overhead in search of prey, and sighed. "Even an eye as small as that can be hit. Their bodies and wings are constantly exposed to attack. In every way, they are still too vulnerable."
Daenerys accepted some of Jorah's advice, but she didn't abandon the White and Green Dragons entirely.
In truth, any student from the Great Celestial Empire would know exactly what to do in this situation.
That's right—streaming, advanced classes, and Rocket Class.
Xiao Hei was an honor student, a Dragon in the Rocket Class. The other two were mischievous underachievers who would be lucky to graduate. For their mother, Daenerys, even that would be a source of immense pride.
While she was busy taming Dragons, her Kals didn't have a moment's rest.
The elders and women took turns plundering the wealth of the three White Cities, buried by the passage of time.
The young and middle-aged men were organized into hunting parties that ventured into the western mountains. Besides their own sustenance, they brought back smoked jerky.
At Daenerys's request, Jorah began teaching the children of the Horse People the ways of knighthood.
In essence, the Dothraki Screaming Warriors were light cavalry.
Even an uninitiated military novice like Daenerys knew that light cavalry lacked the ability to break through enemy lines.
Westerosi knights, clad in full plate armor, were undoubtedly more formidable in both charge and battlefield survival.
The Horse People fought desperately in only sleeveless leather vests not out of true bravery, as they claimed.
The main reason was their poverty—a comprehensive poverty that encompassed their civilization's level of development and social structure.
They lacked the wealth to acquire armor, the capacity to produce steel, and the technology to forge it.
On the Great Grass Sea, a suit of armor was worth far more than a Screaming Warrior's life.
But now things were different. The Horse People had Daenerys.
She would inevitably bring more advanced systems to the Dothraki, dramatically increasing their productivity.
In the future, the Dothraki would be capable of producing a large number of knights, and Daenerys would undoubtedly need a vast army of iron knights loyal to her.
Three months after settling in White Cloud City, Daenerys joyfully raised a turnip the size of a child's fist and announced to the surrounding Horse People, "The first harvest is nearly ready! We'll never have to fear famine again!"
This world was truly bizarre. A two-year crop like turnips had borne fruit in just three months—though the fruits were small, and this in such a scorching climate.
But then she recalled the peculiar sight in the orchard: peach trees blooming on one side while others dropped ripe fruit on the other. She found herself at peace.
*This is the height of summer!*
In the height of summer, the poor would feast to their hearts' content; in the depths of winter, even the nobles would starve.
The Horse People didn't give her the respect she deserved. Instead of cheering loudly, Aggo stepped forward and declared, "Khaleesi, we are Dothraki. Dothraki do not become weak farmers. I suggest we abandon this city and go back to the western mountains to roam and hunt."
"We are too numerous," Daenerys retorted, glaring at him. "Our primary nomadic food sources—lambs and fat cattle—have long been slaughtered. All that remains are horses with extremely low meat yields. Hunting is too unpredictable. We need a stable food supply, and we need this safe and prosperous city."
"There's no one else on the Red Plains," her Bloodrider protested. "Where could the danger be?"
"Report!"
With a long shout, a horse galloped to the edge of the farmland.
"Reporting, Khaleesi! Someone is trying to enter our city!" the warrior on horseback shouted excitedly.
Aggo's words had been proven wrong!
"This is all your fault with your jinx," Daenerys glared at him again. Turning to the rider, she asked, "Who is it? How many?"
"Three," the Dothraki warrior replied, his expression peculiar. "They claim to be Dragon Seekers and asked if this is White Cloud City and if a girl of House Targaryen has hatched a dragon here."
"What?" In her shock, Daenerys blurted out in English.
"How is that possible? Are you sure they said 'White Cloud City'?" she asked urgently.
"Yes, that's exactly what the Shadowbinder said."
"Shadowbinder?" Daenerys was startled again.
Although she had named the city White Cloud City, she had never expected outsiders to come here, so there wasn't even a sign at the gate.
And...
"Where are my dragons?" She glanced at the sky and asked the people around her. "The White Dragon and the Green Dragon, have they returned?"
"No," the Dothraki shook their heads.
Black Dragon was in the Rocket Class, which had a heavier academic load. He spent most of his time by Daenerys's side. Now, he stood on the saddle of Little Silver Horse, flapping his wings and surveying the crowd with his deep red eyes.
Little White and Little Green, being mischievous wild children, were poor at academics. They had to become sports specialists. Daenerys had reduced their training sessions, giving them more time to hunt on their own.
*If you don't study well, you'll have to go out and "work to support yourselves" sooner!*
"Could they have encountered my Dragon out there?" Daenerys mused, stroking her chin. "But even if they saw a Dragon, how would they know it was a Targaryen?"
"Khaleesi, they not only know you're a Targaryen, but they even called out 'Daenerys' by name. It must be that Shadowbinder. The wizards of the Shadowlands use prophecy magic—everyone knows that," the Dothraki man exclaimed.
"Hmm, everyone knows that," Aggo nodded seriously.
"Everyone knows that," Jiqi, the Dothraki maid, added in agreement.
*Here we go again.*
Daenerys rolled her eyes inwardly and said to Aggo, "Go summon Rakharo and Jhogo. And bring Ser Jorah too."
At that moment, Jorah was teaching the children swordplay in the square. Daenerys herself had occasionally joined the lessons during this time.
Over the months, through nothing more than practicing basic sword techniques, she had surprisingly improved both her strength and skill by a significant margin.
"Quaithe, come with me to meet the visitors," she said, turning to the messenger knight. "You haven't let them into the city, have you?"
"No, Khaleesi. You ordered that no outsiders may enter the city without your permission," the Horse People man replied quickly.
Daenerys blinked in surprise. Had she really given such an order?
After a moment's reflection, she seemed to recall saying something like that on her second day in White City, when she had ordered stones stuffed into the gate archway.
It had been so long ago that she had forgotten herself, yet this man had been strictly enforcing her command all this time.
*Ah, the Horse People may be blunt and often challenge her at inappropriate times, but their loyalty and execution of orders are beyond reproach.*
As they rode through the streets, Daenerys lost herself in thought. Before she knew it, their group had arrived at the city gate.
The gate of Woodgate hung high. Daenerys, leading Quaithe and about a dozen Screaming Warriors, passed through the narrow gate and emerged beyond the city walls.
The moment she stepped outside, her heart skipped a beat. The three figures were one thing, but their mounts were actually camels!
She wasn't a strategist or a seasoned politician, but her mind was sharp. In an instant, she understood: the Red Waste, a death trap for the Dothraki, was merely a slightly challenging path for others.
If the Red Waste wasn't a death trap for others, it meant it was no longer Little KaLS's protective barrier.
This place was no longer safe!
Why was crossing the Red Waste so difficult for the Dothraki?
Daenerys and her group had struggled immensely on their southern journey. If she hadn't watched Bear Grylls' survival shows, she would likely have died repeatedly, just like the old Daenerys. Why was that?
The reason was simple: the Dothraki were using the wrong mode of transportation.
It was like comparing a muscular off-road vehicle to a sedan. They served different purposes. If you used an off-roader for your daily commute, your annual fuel costs could buy you a new car. And if you tried to challenge the vast, roadless wilderness in a BMW... well, you'd probably break down the moment you left the highway.
The Dothraki horses, ridden by their masters, were swift and powerful, excelling in charge, speed, and endurance.
The Dothraki people had existed for millennia, and their horses had been selectively bred for thousands of years. They roamed the fertile Great Dothraki Sea and the Norn River Plains, and their warhorses were perfectly adapted to this environment.
Yet they remained grassland steeds, ill-suited to the Red Waste's heat and drought.
Therefore, Daenerys couldn't overwork them or push the Dothraki mounts to their limits. Even in Kals, where everyone had horses, they could only travel a hundred kilometers a day.
Camels, on the other hand, were known as the "Ships of the Desert," and traversing the demon-grass-choked wasteland was like strolling through one's own courtyard.
"I am the Dragon Mother, Daenerys of House Targaryen. Welcome, honored guests. It's hot outside; let's go into the city." Without asking their identities, Daenerys introduced herself and immediately invited them inside.
The three camel riders were equally courteous. They skillfully unwrapped the Arabian headscarves covering their heads, revealing their full gear, and then introduced themselves in turn.
The man on the left, with his pale skin, blue lips, and gaunt cheeks, spoke in rough Dothraki: "Great Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, I am Pyat Pree, the Great Warlock of Qarth."
He was addressing Daenerys, yet his gaze burned with intensity toward the large black dragon coiled at her feet.
The bald, corpulent man in the center had skin even paler than Daenerys's milky complexion. A thumb-sized green jade was embedded on one side of his nose, which was larger than Jackie Chan's.
He spoke in High Valyrian, the common tongue of the Free Cities: "Princess of House Targaryen, I thank you for your invitation. Your kindness is as radiant as your beauty. I am Xaro Xhoan Daxos, one of the Thirteen Greats of Qarth."
Though his words dripped with admiration, his eyes assessed Daenerys as if she were a piece of merchandise.
Compared to the other two, Daenerys preferred dealing with him, for only he lacked any supernatural power.
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