Chapter 43: Centaurs and Zebras
The Jogsnai, like the Dothraki, are a barbaric nomadic people.
They also have no interest in the ocean and ships, and live as nomads, plundering civilized city-states to obtain iron and other materials. They form tribes similar to the ka LS, led by leaders similar to the khals, and live in tents similar to yurts.
Their skin is also similar, the Jogsnai have waxy yellow skin, and the centaurs have bronze yellow.
However, the Jogsnai cannot compare with the Dothraki in appearance and body shape. Their men and women are used to binding their faces at the age of two (Fat Martin hints at foot binding?), so their heads are pointed, with big heads and small faces, which looks very ugly.
Moreover, they are short and fat, not as tall and strong as the centaurs, with long limbs. However, the Jogsnai's mounts are more powerful than the Dothraki. The centaurs ride horses, and they ride fierce zebras.
One is a centaur, and the other is a zebra.
But compared with the Dothraki, the Jogsnai have several customs that Dany admires.
"Dear guest, please tell my people how the great Jogsnai maintain the integrity of their nation." Dany pointed to Aggo and more than a dozen other centaurs who were dining together in the living room and asked the guests in a gentle voice.
The Jogsnai were very proud of Dany's invisible compliment, and were secretly delighted by her sincere attitude of asking for advice.
"I understand what Khaleesi means. Your khals often split up, which certainly eliminated most of the cowardly khals, but the bravery of one person is always inferior to the strength of the unity of the entire tribe."
The two Jogsnai, one middle-aged and the other with gray hair and beard, the middle-aged man remained silent, while the old man talked freely.
"In the final analysis, the Dothraki have not established a perfect marriage system. Ordinary centaurs have no wives and no children, so they have no blood ties with their own tribes.
You know, blood is the strongest bond in the world.
Most of our tribes rely on blood ties to maintain their connection, and they can survive for hundreds or thousands of years without collapsing. The leaders in charge of fighting are not cowards. They are often selected from the sons of the previous generation of Jaha.
As long as Jaha has enough wives, he will give birth to enough sons. So many sons with good blood are enough to select a strong warrior."
Dany nodded and praised: "This system is very good, we can learn from it."
This is the purpose of her dinner this time.
She can say some things herself, but how can it be more impactful than having real examples in front of her?
Hearing the Mother of Dragons' praise, the old man became more excited and proudly said, "Jaha is only the leader of the tribe. Above Jaha, there is Jahata. All the Jaha in Jugosnai accept Jahata's leadership. Therefore, when facing a strong enemy, we Jugosnai can always work together."
As if she had caught a glimpse of the disapproval on the centaur's face, Dany immediately said, "This is also a very good system. I believe that Jugosnai must have produced many epic hero-level Jahata, right?"
Every nation has epic heroes, and Dany did not expect the old man to be able to name a truly earth-shattering hero.
She deeply understood one thing, that all nations with blood inheritance would use gorgeous poems to boast about their ancestors.
Even the savages who ate raw meat and drank blood in the Stone Age would become immortals who could fly and hide in the ground in the myths and legends of their descendants.
So after asking the question, she took a sip of red wine and quietly waited for the sharp-headed old Jugosnai to brag.
The old Jogsnai seemed to have never been so excited. He danced and chanted: "Oh, great mother of dragons, you are really wise. Only a wise man can see through the wisdom of another wise man.
There is no doubt that you are as wise as our ancestors of the Jogsnai."
"Thank you, thank you, I am far from it, far from it."
I am really much less thick-skinned than you.
Dany smiled modestly on her face, but she couldn't help complaining in her heart.
"The Kingdom of Nigel was beaten by our ancestors to only one city. It was a city where a large number of necromancers and torturers gathered. If 90% of the city's space was not hidden underground, it would have been broken by us long ago."
As if to increase the greatness of this achievement, the old man lowered his voice and added: "Don't underestimate the necromancers, and don't think they are liars. Do you know the long night that enveloped the world thousands of years ago?"
"White Walkers?" Jorah exclaimed.
"Hehehe, I know White Walkers. Those living dead are the masterpieces of necromancers. It is said that the Long Night was summoned by the Bloodstone Emperor, the son of Yi Ti, using necromancy.
But such a powerful wizard country was almost destroyed by us." The old man said proudly.
"Wow, it's really...too powerful." Dany started to make a joke again, but she was skeptical in her heart.
Yi Ti is several continents and seas away from Westeros. The White Walkers don't bother the Easterners, but insist on fighting the people of the West.
Let's not talk about the reason first. How did they get there so far?
Did they take a shortcut through the Arctic Circle?
Is the Far North outside the Wall connected to Yi Ti?
This is too sci-fi, not fantasy at all, this is a fantasy world!
"We also destroyed the Helcoln Descendants Country." The short and strong old man continued.
"Forgive my ignorance, why did you give it such a weird name as 'Helcoln Descendants Country'?" Dany asked curiously.
It might as well be called 'Hel Brother Country'!
"Alas, even as an enemy, we Jugsnai have to acknowledge the greatness of Hel Kron." Sighing, the old man asked, "Khaleesi, do you know the Hero's Red Sword?"
Dany thought for a long time before she found the fairy tale of the Red Sword from her memory, "You mean the Lightbringer?"
Jorah said in horror, "Eight thousand years ago, the Long Night came, and the White Walkers brought the whole world into endless darkness and cold. The heavy snow almost wiped the Seven Kingdoms off the map.
At the critical moment of human survival, a hero appeared. He was Azor Ahai!
Holding the Hero's Red Sword full of light and heat, he defeated the night and ice and snow, and brought light and warmth to the world again."
"That's it," the old man nodded and said with emotion, "Azor Ahai is Helcolon. Regarding the terminator of the long night, every nation has portrayed the same story and similar heroic image.
But the names of the heroes are different. You people in the Western Continent call him 'Azor Ahai', and in the East, Helcolon's descendants call him Helcolon the Hero, the Yi people call him Yi Tal, and in Nigel he is called Niflion, and "Shadow Hunter" Edric.
Even though he died long ago in that legendary era when heroes emerged, the prophecy that he would be reborn and return has been circulated in the East for five thousand years - after the long summer, the stars will weep blood, and the cold darkness will cover the world. At this terrifying moment, a warrior will pull out a burning sword from the flames. That sword is the 'Lightbringer', the hero's red sword. The one who holds the sword is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai, and he will drive away the darkness."
"It's nothing that such a great hero's descendants named their country 'The Descendants of Hel Kron'."
The old man then said proudly, "But we, the Jugosnai, destroyed the ancient Descendants of Hel Kron. Now there are only three fortress cities left: Shamliana, Kayakayana and Bayasabhad. They are the last remnants of the descendants of Hel Kron.
When I was young, I followed Jahata on the Steel Road and launched a three-year crusade against Kayakayana. I attacked the walls of Kayakayana twice."
Dany really looked at the 'centaurs next door' with a new eye. Compared with them, the Dothraki, who only robbed other people's hero statues, had almost no achievements worth boasting about.
The nine free trade cities were not destroyed. It's too low!
However, this is just an appetizer. The glorious history of the Jugosnai people continues.
"The descendants of Nigel and Helcoln are just small countries in the east. The real overlord is the Golden Kingdom of Yi Ti."
"Golden Kingdom?" Dany's teeth were sour. What a good name.
"Alas, this is not an exaggeration," the old man waved his hand. Thinking that Dany doubted the quality of the Prince of Yi Ti and thought that they were not worthy of the four words "Golden Kingdom", he explained solemnly: "The Golden Kingdom is the land of thousands of gods and hundreds of kings, and its ruler is the only Son of Heaven.
At that time, the Valyrians were still herding sheep in the wild!
The Son of Heaven was definitely the strongest overlord in the known world at that time. The scale of his army was unimaginable, and his wealth was comparable to the ancient Valyrian Empire in its heyday. His palace was larger than the Andal King's Landing, and his bedroom floor was also made of gold."
"Have you ever been to King's Landing, sir?" Knight Jorah said sullenly.
King's Landing is the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, but it is not as big as the palace of the Prince of Yi Ti. He was very unhappy that he was a "fake Andal, real First Men".
The old "zebra man" glanced at him and said lightly, "I still remember the stench of feces and rotten fish mixed in the Fishermen's Square in King's Landing."
It's not easy. This old zebra man has actually been to King's Landing, which is tens of thousands of miles away.
Dany immediately brought the topic back, "Could it be that the heroic Jugosnai people destroyed the Golden Celestial Empire?"
"That's not the case," the old man shook his head, and said helplessly and proudly, "For thousands of years, we have frequently plundered the northern border of Yi Di, but we only forced the emperor to move the capital to the south.
Once there was a young and brave hero in Yi Di, Emperor Luo Bao, who worked hard to govern and reform the government, and almost restored Yi Di to the glory of the Golden Celestial Empire.
In his time, even we, the unruly Jugosnai, had to pay tribute to him.
Unfortunately, Emperor Luo Bao believed that the Jugosnai people feared power but not virtue, and would rebel tomorrow if they surrendered today."
Dany nodded. It seems that Emperor Luo Bao is really a wise man.
The old man also admitted: "He is right. The Golden Empire is strong. Of course we have to surrender if we can't defeat it. But when the Empire declined, we were stupid not to plunder it."
"Uh"
This old Jogsnai was so straightforward that Dany didn't know what to say.
"But what's wrong with this?" The old man poured a glass of wine and shouted: "When the Yi people were weak, didn't they give money and women to our Jahata in exchange for peace? When they became strong, they slaughtered my people?
It is natural for the strong to bully the weak, but it is against the will of heaven for the weak to bully the strong."
"Did Emperor Luo Bao bully you?" Jorah asked.
"No, he didn't want to bully us. He wanted to eliminate the trouble forever and completely wipe out our Jogsnai race." The old man slapped his thigh and shouted angrily: "It's really bullying!"
Dany sighed secretly, feeling sorry for the ambitious emperor. Since the old Jogsnai was scolding loudly here, it means that Luo Bao was neither Emperor Wu of Han nor Emperor Taizong of Tang.
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