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#348 - Chapter 82 Doshikalin

Daenerys calmly directed Rhaegal into Vaes Dothrak. The once imposing and magnificent bronze Horse Gate seemed less towering, dwarfed by the dragon's immense size. As she rode along the God's Road, she was surrounded by countless idols and sculptures plundered from every corner of the world by the Dothraki, a dazzling and overwhelming sight.

The Dothraki had risen to prominence in just over four hundred years. Despite destroying numerous civilizations and countries, their own cultural foundation was remarkably weak. They deeply valued tradition, preferring to live in tents. The peculiar and diverse buildings within the city of Vaes Dothrak were actually dwellings for the enslaved.

Daenerys gazed at the cityscape of Vaes Dothrak, the sacred place of the Dothraki. Past experiences flooded her mind, filling her with emotion. She remembered her last visit when she was still Drogo's Khaleesi. At that time, the child in her womb, hailed as 'the Stallion Who Mounts the World,' was showered with blessings.

Since then, her fate had taken a dramatic turn—from a destitute exile to the Dragon Queen of today, an unprecedented female leader in Dothraki history.

Daenerys decided to pause here and reorganize her army. She sent messengers to contact other khalasars, hoping to gain more support.

That day, the sun beat down fiercely on the Meereenese fighting pit, as if to scorch the land. Countless rebels surged forth like a tide, surrounding her tightly. She was trapped, but her eyes remained firm and resolute.

In that critical moment, Drogon descended from the sky, his wings stirring up gusts of wind that temporarily repelled the enemy. However, the enemies were numerous and fearless, launching fierce attacks against the dragon.

Faced with such a predicament, Drogon surprisingly took flight with her, leaving Meereen behind. He could only watch helplessly as the city receded into the distance, with Rhaegal closely pursuing them. The two nights on Drogon's back were long and agonizing.

Finally, Drogon landed in a desolate wasteland. After dropping her off, he flew away alone to find food. She stood there, lost and confused, her heart filled with helplessness and bewilderment. She waited for a long time, but Drogon never returned.

To Daenerys' dismay, instead of Drogon, she was greeted by a group of Dothraki riders. This khalasar was clearly on the move, their faces weathered and their eyes filled with determination and savagery.

Undoubtedly, her striking beauty and unique aura immediately caught the attention of the Dothraki. Before long, she was presented to their Khal.

Khal Moro, upon learning that she was the widow of the renowned Khal Drogo, showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. Then, he bowed deeply and said, 'Forgive me, I did not know your identity. The widows of Khals are not to be touched; it is our Dothraki tradition. I assure you, no one here will lay a finger on you.'

Daenerys looked at Khal Moro with gratitude, but she did not forget her purpose. She calmly said, 'If you can send me back to Meereen, I will give your khalasar a thousand warhorses and a large amount of ironware as a token of my gratitude.'

Khal Moro frowned slightly, as if contemplating something. After a moment, he slowly replied, 'After the death of a Khal, his Khaleesi has only one destination: Vaes Dothrak—the final resting place of the dosh khaleen. It is where all Khal widows spend the rest of their lives.'

Daenerys' face turned pale. She knew she had no choice. Despite her resentment and helplessness, she decided to follow Moro's khalasar to Vaes Dothrak. As time passed, other large khalasars began to appear on the road. The most notable were two groups that had splintered from Drogo's khalasar: Khal Jhaqo and Khal Bono, both of whom had been Drogo's kos and were now independent Khals.

Daenerys quietly watched them, a complex emotion welling up within her. These people had once been her husband's followers, but now they had gone their separate ways. She couldn't help but think of Drogo, the man who had once made her feel so safe and secure. Now, she had to face everything alone, finding her own path to survival.

Unlike other Khal widows being brought in, Daenerys exhibited a different kind of presence. Her steps were firm and powerful as she walked into the dosh khaleen, as if each step carried immense determination and conviction. Her gaze was unwavering and sharp, radiating confidence and authority that compelled respect.

Daenerys, adorned in an exquisite robe, its edges fluttering in the wind, seemed to announce her extraordinariness to the world. She indifferently gazed upon the surrounding crowd, be they dosh khaleen, Dothraki warriors, or lowly slaves, all appearing as insignificant ants in her eyes. This cold and haughty demeanor inspired a sense of awe in everyone.

People began to realize that this Khal widow was no ordinary woman, and her arrival was bound to trigger a series of changes. Those who had harbored special intentions toward her now felt uneasy, unsure whether their plans would succeed. Some were filled with intense curiosity about Daenerys, eager to uncover the secrets behind her; while others grew wary of her, fearing that her arrival would disrupt the existing balance and threaten their positions and interests.

In this land filled with power struggles, Daenerys' arrival would undoubtedly bring a tremendous impact to the existing situation. She was like a brilliant star, destined to illuminate this world, but also likely to stir up countless waves.

The dosh khaleen's palace, the only structure beneath the Mother of Mountains, was particularly striking. It was a unique grass-woven palace constructed from hay and vines soaked in oil, skillfully combined with a small amount of wood. This construction method not only gave the palace sturdy and durable characteristics but also provided good waterproof capabilities, able to withstand wind and rain. The entire palace was like a exquisite work of art, showcasing the wisdom and creativity of the slave artisans.

At the entrance of the great hall, a group of dosh khaleen were neatly lined up, quietly waiting for something. At the same time, several Khals were ready to enter the hall to listen in.

However, at that moment, a high-pitched dragon's roar suddenly rang out, shaking the hearts of everyone like thunder, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth. This sudden sound terrified countless warhorses, causing them to collapse directly to the ground as if they had lost all their strength. Immediately afterward, a huge shadow quickly enveloped the earth, and even the mighty Rhaegal couldn't help but prostrate himself on the ground, afraid to look up.

As the shadow gradually cleared, an immense dragon appeared before everyone's eyes. Its huge wings stirred up gusts of sand, forming a strong storm. And in this storm, Leviathan slowly descended, carrying unparalleled majesty and imposing presence.

Liu Yuan had finally arrived on dragon-back! He stood on Leviathan's back, overlooking everything below.