Chapter 1 Oh my god, I became a pregnant mother of dragons

"Oh my god, how can I, a young girl, become a pregnant woman who has been pregnant for ten months, a pregnant mother of dragons?"

A 26-year-old graduate of the School of Surgery woke up and traveled through time as a 14-year-old pregnant girl, Daenerys Targaryen.

No matter what her identity or name was before, it didn't make much sense at this time.

She became the Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the Protector of the Realm, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Breaker of Fetters/Chains, the Queen of Meereen, the Princess of Dragonstone, the Unburnt, the Mother of Dragons, Misha, the Silver Queen

in "A Song of Ice and Fire". Well, at this time, she has at most two titles: "Stormborn" and Khaleesi of King Drogo.

It's too early to be the "Mother of Dragons". The most terrible thing at the moment is how to survive after Khal Drogo dies?

Drogo is already sick to the bone marrow and has been hit by black witchcraft. Not to mention the rookie surgeon, even Bian Que is useless.

Daenerys, who had changed her heart, touched her heavy belly, abandoned her distracting thoughts, and began to pay attention to the environment of the new world.

The golden sun scorched the earth like a furnace, and in front of her was a patchy and poorly planned field, with rye with half-green and half-yellow stalks and thick and long ears beginning to fill with grain, low and lodging soybeans, and occasionally vegetable fields planted with vegetables and fruits.

A small mare with a silver mane walked along the way, and from time to time, the crisp sound of bean pods being stepped on and cracked could be heard.

Dany tilted her head to avoid the dazzling sun, and whispered, "It's a sin. It's time for harvest, but I happened to meet these Dothraki people."

Khal Drogo's Khals had nearly 50,000 roaring warriors, and the entire team added up to more than 100,000 people.

The Dothraki people are a standard horse-riding people. Each tribe member has at least one horse. One hundred thousand tribe members represent: more than one hundred thousand horses have passed through this land.

The "rumbling" low muffled horse hoof sound seems to loudly announce: this year's Laza people's land will be completely harvested.

In fact, the Laza people, who are contemptuously called "sheep people", have not considered their own harvest at all. In front of the strongest horse king of the grassland, the fear of life and death has already gripped their minds.

Turning her head, Dany saw a dilapidated farmyard for the nth time. The residents looked at them uneasily from the plaster wall. Their almond eyes, like those of the Dothraki, flashed with great fear and hidden deep hatred.

In the south of the Dothraki Grassland Sea, on the south bank of the Lazar River, lived a weak and small nation.

They were somewhat similar to Dany's people today, with bronze skin and almond-shaped eyes, but compared to the tall and savage Dothraki, the Lazar people, who mainly engaged in farming, were short in stature, flat in face, and gentler and more cowardly in temperament.

  "Tap, tap, tap"

A sound of horse hooves came from behind, and Dany lifted her long silver hair that swayed in the wind to her ears, and saw seven or eight knights coming out of the rear team.

The centaur knights looked like Chinese Jurchen warriors, with thick and long black braids. However, the Dothraki did not have a moon gate on their foreheads, and their braids were decorated with a string of bells representing victory, which made a jingling sound as the horses jumped.

Quickly flipping through her memory, Dany recognized their identities, Khal Drogo's bloodriders, Coholro, Haggo, and Qotho. The remaining few should be Drogo's kor, Jarko, and Bonno.

They ignored Dany and walked past her, coming to Drogo in front. Jarko pointed to a stone manor and asked first: "Khal, there is a tribe of sheep people gathered around. Should we go up and fight them down?"

They came to find Drogo to participate in the "hunt".

The Dothraki are nomadic people. They have no industry, handicrafts, or manufacturing. Everything they need is plundered. In the evolution of countless generations, the most barbaric and tyrannical plundering genes were born.

Drogo's head was dizzy and his consciousness was almost in chaos. At this time, he raised his head and recognized the identity of the person in front of him with difficulty. His dry mouth opened and closed, and his voice was inaudible, "Okay, I."

Dany felt bitter. According to the plot, this cheap husband is about to die, and she will become a widow just after crossing over.

She is not nostalgic for this cheap husband she just met. The problem is that the system of the horse people is too fucked.

The Dothraki khal is not a blood inheritance system. The strongest person in the tribe serves as the khal, and the process of competing for the khal is often extremely bloody. After the death of the khal, Khaleesi had to go to the city of horse kings to be a witch. As for Khaleesi's posthumous child, it would be difficult for him to survive under the hands of the new khal.

"Can't you see that the khal is sick?"

Dany patted the horse's belly and took a few quick steps. Ignoring the cold looks of the bloodriders and Casko, she shouted, "There are only small villages around. There's not much to gain and it's not worth attacking. At least, the khal doesn't need to do it himself."

The tall Haggo looked at Dany cruelly, "Khaleesi, you have no right to speak here--"

  "Snap!"

Dany raised her hand and whipped. The tip of the whip cut through the air, making a crisp and loud sound, but her body was bloated and her movements were too slow. Haggo leaned back on the horse's back and dodged it easily.

"You dare to hit me?"

With a "swoosh", Haggo drew the arakh from his waist and stared at Dany with red eyes.

Dany only sneered, staring at him without any fear, and said in the Dothraki language inherited from her previous life: "I am Khaleesi of Khal Drogo, from the noble royal family Targaryen, how dare you draw your sword against me?"

She was not foolish and bold. Through a short reading of her previous life's memory, Dany found that Dothraki people are tough and not soft. The tougher and more ruthless you are, the more they will treat you as a "human".

Well, cowardly people and weak nations are not considered human in the eyes of centaurs.

For example, Daenerys's brother, Viserys, for example, the Laza people who were plundered wantonly, are called "sheep people".

Of course, tough means are not reckless. As Drogo's blood guard, Hago would never hurt Khaleesi who was pregnant with Drogo's child in front of Drogo.

Moreover, Dany is not alone.

  Look, after a few words, her guards came on horseback.

The big bear Jorah Mormont skillfully rode his horse, came up to Dany in a few steps, drew his sword and glanced seriously at Haggo and the others.

Behind Dany, her Khas also drew their bows and arrows, pointing at Hago with expressionless faces.

Drogo owns the entire Khals, and a Khals is made up of many Khas tribes. Fortunately, Khaleesi also has her own Khals. Dany is Khaleesi, and she is also a knight.

Well, her Khas is too small, only one or two hundred people, mainly to protect her safety and serve her daily life. Cohollo, with gray hair and complex and hideous scars on his face, glanced at Daenerys coldly and said, "Put away your weapons, Hago, you fight on behalf of the blood of my blood. Remember, you must harvest the most heads."

Drogo is thirty years old this year, Hago and Kotho are about the same age, and only Cohollo is the oldest. Even though he is as strong as a young man, he is actually over fifty years old.

When Drogo was young, the enemies of Drogo's father stole little Drogo, and Cohollo risked his life to rescue the little horse king.

It can be said that Cohollo is almost equivalent to half of Drogo's father.

Drogo's own khas was managed by Cas Cohollo. In other words, Cohollo was still a khor.

Therefore, he had the highest status and prestige among the blood guards.

Hearing Cohollo's words, Hago blushed, spat on the ground in anger, turned his horse's head and trotted away.

Qotho and the other khors glanced at Daenerys with wolf-like eyes, and followed the horses. When the neighing of the warhorse faded away, Cohollo said lightly: "As the leader of the khals, the khal must lead the charge against the enemy and be the first to climb the wall of the sheep people. This is his responsibility and his honor."

Daenerys was grateful in her heart. She understood that old Cohollo was explaining to her.

Among Drogo's three blood guards, only he was the kindest to Dany, or in other words, only he regarded Dany as Drogo's wife. The other Dothraki just regarded her as a noble reproductive tool that Drogo bought from Illyrio.

The princess of Dragonstone and the storm-born Targaryen are meaningless to the centaurs.

Daenerys forced a stiff smile and said, "I am worried about the khal's behavior."

Coholro raised his hand to interrupt her and said, "You should be worried that the bandits will start looting without the khal's permission. Although your worry is useless."

Dany watched him ride away bitterly.

Soon, the shouts of warriors and the cries of sheep people, mixed with the stench of blood and fire, came into Dany's ears.

Standing on the hill, the lush wild grass passed over the horsehair leggings on her calves, itching her tender skin, like a baby licking.

Turning around and looking around, you can see columns of smoke burning in the war, like fingers piercing the sky from the nearby Laza manor.

Daenerys held her big belly and closed her eyes sadly, trying not to think about how many pregnant women like her would be slaughtered today, and how many children and women would be plundered as slaves by Drogo's khals.

"This is such a cruel world."

Daenerys's little khas was busy. Some were leveling the soil on the hills to make it easier to set up stakes and tents. Others were standing on the carriages, moving down large boxes, which contained blankets and belongings of Drogo and Dany.

The khal's tent was located in the center of the entire khal, centered on the hills chosen by Dany. One by one, the yurts were like mushrooms after rain, filling the fields in sight.

The centaurs were reluctant to move into the earth and stone houses, they were used to living in tents.

The scene of more than 100,000 people working together seemed full of vitality, which made Dany, who had been depressed since she first came to the other world, feel a little interested.

"Sir Jorah, walk around with me."

Jorah Mormont, nicknamed "Big Bear", was a northerner from Westeros. He was the son of the original Earl of Bear Island, the commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch on the Wall, and the uncle of the Bear Island Loli in "Game of Thrones".

Because of slavery, he was beheaded by the Northern Guardian Eddard Stark, so he fled to the continent of Essos across the strait.

When Daenerys married Drogo, he swore allegiance to Viserys.

After Drogo put the Golden Crown on Viserys (with melted gold), the bear turned to become Daenerys's sworn knight.

When he first joined Drogo's team, the bear was dressed in a standard Westeros knight's outfit: woolen clothes, woolen pants, lining, leather armor, and plate armor.

After living on the prairie for nearly a year, he began to get used to the clothes of the centaurs, leather sandals, bristle leggings, Dothraki sleeveless painted leather vests, and bronze medal belts.

"Khaleesi, aren't you going to see Drogo's injury?"

Jorah walked side by side with Daenerys's mare, followed by four Dothraki young knights.

"More than a dozen hairless people are surrounding him. It's too crowded. After they leave, come with me to check again."

There are two types of people in the Kales who specialize in medical treatment, infertile women and slave eunuchs. Herbal women use potions and spells to heal wounds, while eunuchs use sharp knives, needles and fire. They are collectively called "hairless people" in the centaur tribe.

In the tents that almost cover the earth, there are slaves and women holding firewood, there are the wailing of livestock being slaughtered, some people carry wooden buckets to draw water from the well and the river, some people take out grindstones to carefully sharpen scimitars for warriors who have just fought, and there are long-haired Dothraki warriors giving orders, barefoot children running and playing in the crowd, and the smell of sweat, horse manure, blood, and the aroma of barbecue make Dany's nose suffer.

After passing a yurt, in an open space where firewood was being piled, a large group of knights were laughing and surrounding a dozen naked women, messing around. Even when they saw Daenerys on the silver horse, they had no intention of covering up.

Drogo's LS was not only filled with bronze-skinned Dothraki, but also with warriors and slaves who served them. White people like Dany, milk people who were whiter than white people, red-skinned eunuchs, black people from the Summer Islands, and Asshai people from the Shadow Land were also black-skinned. With the little memory in her mind, Dany could hardly distinguish their races.

Even the Dothraki were not all the same.

The centaurs were rampant on the continent of Essos, plundering slaves from many ethnic groups. They had no concept of husband and wife, and liked to mess around based on their desires. Their racial bloodlines were already mixed.

The only thing was that all Dothraki had almond-shaped eyes.

"Khaleesi, you seem to have changed. What's wrong with you?"

Jorah felt something was wrong with Dany since the afternoon. Seeing that she didn't stop the centaurs from strengthening the Laza women as she did in the past, he felt even more strange.

Well, the original Daenerys was a kind girl. The first time she saw the Dothraki warriors taking women as prisoners, she went over to forcefully stop them with compassion and suggested that the Dothraki warriors marry them.

This violated the Dothraki tradition.

Dothraki warriors have the right to deal with the slaves they have plundered. Strengthening, killing, and selling are all their rights. Even the khal cannot interfere at will.

Moreover, ordinary Dothraki people do not have a husband-and-wife system. The horse king marrying a wife is just an exception.

"I understand what you mean, but even if I go to stop them, who will listen to me without Drogo's support?" Daenerys lowered her eyes.

This Jorah is indeed the number one licker under the skirt of the Dragon Mother, with such a keen perception. You know, since she came here in the afternoon, she has been talking less and watching more, trying to imitate the behavior of the original owner.

"Khaleesi, as long as you give the order, I will kill them." The centaur youth Aggo shouted loudly with a longbow.

Drogo still loves his wife. Although the khas he gave to Daenerys is very small, it contains a group of the most outstanding young warriors. Aggo, Quirrell, Jhogo, and Rakharo even have the potential to become blood guards.

The blood guards are warriors picked from thousands of miles away, almost equivalent to the captain of ten thousand men in Genghis Khan's army.

Ser Jorah's pupils contracted and warned: "This is someone else's khas tribe. If you dare to do it, you will die."

He knew the temper of the Dothraki people, and they really did it without any hesitation.

"I'm not afraid of death." Aggo widened his black almond eyes and said with undiminished momentum.

"We are not afraid of death." The remaining warriors also roared.

"It will cause unrest and might hurt Khaleesi," Jorah said, pointing at Dany's big belly.

This topic was a bit awkward. Dany looked around and suddenly raised her whip, pointing at a fat black man, "You, stop."

The black man was probably in his forties, with beads of sweat on his round bald head. He smiled humbly and asked, "Khaleesi, what do you want?"

"Quack, quack," a big white goose flapped its wings, struggling between his thick fingers, and occasionally pecking at his rough arms with its yellow beak.

"I want this goose," Dany said.

The Dothraki people mainly eat horse meat and believe that horse meat is the best food in the world, but after recalling the memories of the original owner, Daenerys began to feel sick at the thought of horse meat.

Changing the subject is one aspect, and improving the food is another reason.

The beads of sweat on the fat black man's bald head became more and more dense. He showed a pleading look on his face and refused with difficulty: "Khaleesi, I am the chef of Lord Jaco. Because Lady Lilith is not used to eating horse meat, I finally found a few geese at the Sheep Manor this afternoon. I really have no right to agree to your request!"

  "Pa!"

  "Ah--"

Ago was furious when he heard this, and whipped the fat man without saying anything, leaving a centipede-like crack on his right cheek. "Asshole, even Jaco himself can't refuse Khaleesi's request."

The fat chef squatted on the ground and covered his face, crying "woo woo". Even the white goose in his hand "quacked" and ran away. How could he talk to him?

The whole process was quick and agile. Dany opened her mouth and the whip had already been whipped out, and she had no time to stop it.

"Who wants to steal my goose?!" An angry shout came from the sky blue tent next to him.

(End of this chapter)