Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 122 Analysis of Fire Secrets and Prophecy
Kui Xi chanted incantations, and the blade moved slowly along the wound, but Lahaluo couldn't understand a word.

Black smoke continued to billow from the wound, and the stench of decay grew increasingly pungent. Lazar's eyelids rolled back, and his body convulsed violently. If it weren't for Rahalo's strength, who held him down firmly, he would have sprung up.

Kui Xi took a handful of ashes from the brazier, sprinkled them on the wound, and continued chanting incantations.

Suddenly, the wound burst into a blood-red flame, but strangely, it did not burn the surrounding skin. The flame continuously devoured the necrotic tissue, turning it into ashes that drifted away in the wind.

As the incantation grew louder, Kui Xi threw away the silver knife and held her hands above the wound. A wisp of red light could be seen flowing from her hands and seeping into the wound.

The crimson flames gradually died down, and Lazar's wounds miraculously healed, leaving only a hideous black scar.

“It’s done.” Kui Xi’s voice sounded exhausted. “The toxins have been cleared, but he needs rest.”

Lazar had fainted, but his breathing was steady. Although his expression was terrible, his complexion had improved considerably, and his body temperature had gone down.

"Thank you, Kui Xi."

Lahalo breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from his heart, and even the air seemed fresher.

"Regarding your prophecy, I am not anyone's puppet, nor am I a puppet of fate. If there are any so-called threads, I will cut them."

Kui Xi stood up, his eyes behind the mask looking directly at him: "The lines are invisible. Sometimes, we think we are wielding a knife, but in reality, the knife has already chosen the direction for us."

She turned and left, her black robe trailing rhythmically on the ground. When she reached the door, she paused and turned back.

"To go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To conquer a city, you must return home. To go to the future, you must return to the past."

Remember who you are, Lahalo Dothraki.

The dragon knows, but do you?

...

Two days later, in Pentos, at the Commander's Palace.

The sun shines brightly on the tower terrace, and a gentle breeze blows open the white gauze curtains, bringing in the fresh scent of the garden.

Lazy Rahalo lay on the couch, legs crossed, enjoying a moment of leisure in the afternoon.

“Nana, come here,” he beckoned to the little maid beside him, “give Bencao a shoulder massage.”

This petite girl always had a never-give-up spirit, and her big gray eyes held a stubbornness.

This reminded him of Vera, and perhaps that was why Vera had saved him at the dock.

This morning, he discovered that she had secretly gone horseback riding under Khalil's name again, and she thought he didn't know.

To prevent her from falling to her death, he ordered the warriors to bring her a gentle mare, second only to Daenerys's silver pony.

She still fell three times, and the warriors wanted to put a saddle on her, but she refused.

Watching her fall and then stubbornly get up, brush the dirt off her body, grit her teeth and climb back onto the horse, Rahalo had to admit that he admired her spirit.

Little Curly King, your legs will break sooner or later.

"Is this okay?"

Nana stood behind him, her small hands resting on his broad shoulders, kneading them continuously.

The hot breath hit Rahalo's forehead, and he could hear that her voice was almost squeezed out of her throat, and he could imagine the expression on her face as she gritted her teeth.

The Dothraki have a natural inclination to tame wild beasts, and Nala isn't even a wild beast; she's more like a wild cat.

However, she was much more interesting than the servants and slaves who trembled at the sight of him.

Every time he ordered her to do something, her gray eyes would flicker with a struggle between resistance and submission, which always made Rahalo want to tease her. "You're too weak, haven't you eaten?" Rahalo complained. "You can quit being a maid and go clean the toilets!"

He felt her suddenly increase the pressure, her tiny fingertips pressing into his muscles.

"How about this?" she asked, panting.

"Hmm, that's more like it." Rahalo grabbed a handful of pomegranates with satisfaction, stuffed them into his mouth, and closed his eyes comfortably.

"I didn't say stop, so don't stop. If you can't even give a proper massage, what else can you do?"

"I'll press it! I'll press it! I'll press you to death!"

She muttered softly, her voice so low it was almost inaudible, and gradually increased the pressure, finally using all her strength as if she wanted to push him into the ground.

Kui Xi left, and the prophecy he left behind left Lahaluo looking like a subway car, an old man, and a cell phone.

"To go north, you must go south. To reach the west, you must go east. To conquer a city, you must return home. To go to the future, you must return to the past."

Damn, what a riddle teller!

In the original book, Quel'Thuzad said something similar to Daenerys, the first two sentences were exactly the same, but the last two sentences were completely different.

Daenerys, wanting to return to Westeros, headed east to Slaver's Bay. Prince Doran sought an alliance with Daenerys, stipulating that if she landed in Dorne, it would fulfill the condition that she "must travel south."
But he believed that the two sentences that Quel'Sai told him had a completely different meaning from Daenerys's prophecy.

Where is North? The Northern Frontier? Beyond the Wall? Or Braavos? The Trembling Sea?
And where is the south? Dorne? Volantis? Or the Myr sisters?
What puzzled him even more was the second half of the sentence: "To break through the city, one must return home; to go to the future, one must return to the past."

What does "the city has fallen" mean? King's Landing? Or the entire kingdom of Westeros?

But where does "returning home" refer to?

He was born in the Sea of ​​Dothraki, but now his home is in Pentos, perhaps implying that he must return to the Sea of ​​Dothraki, back to Vis Dothraki, to gather more power.
Surely we're not going to travel back to Earth?
"Going to the future" and "going back to the past" are even more mystical.

Time travel?
Lahalo knew that the only creature capable of using consciousness to perceive the past and the future was the Three-Eyed Raven.

He is Brynden River, the bastard son of House Targaryen, who is said to have a thousand and one eyes, one of which is blood red.

He is known as the last Green Prophet, and he taught Bran Stark about the Green Vision and the Alien, as well as how to become a Green Prophet.

Should we go find the Three-Eyed Raven, or that lame Stark kid?
He's somewhere in a cave outside the Great Wall. How do we find him?
To go north, you must go south?
And what about the "black threads" and the question of "who am I"? I should have tied Kui Xi up earlier.

However, there's no benefit in binding her. The Red God Priest has a lot of influence on the continent of Essos. Not only would he offend the Red God's followers for no reason, but she also saved Lazar. He can't treat his savior like that.

"Nana, hold out your hand, I'll show you a big treasure." Rahalo beckoned with his finger.

Nana finally breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out her hand in front of him.

"What? Let me see!"

"Pfft!" He spat all the chewed pomegranate seeds into her palm.

"Ugh! How disgusting!"

Nana screamed, her eyes wide open, and she frantically shook her hands, scattering pomegranate seeds everywhere, her palms covered in juice mixed with saliva.

Rahalo laughed heartily, "I love seeing you so frustrated and helpless, like a cat with its fur standing on end."

"I'm not a cat! I am..." Nana suddenly looked up, but her voice trailed off halfway through her sentence.

"What are you?" Rahalo asked curiously.

(End of this chapter)