The desert climate is cold at night, and the air breathed by people and animals is covered with white cold frost. But the people of Dorn are used to acting in hot weather, and they are also used to the completely opposite temperature gap at night.

Many Doberman even prefer to be active at night rather than during the day.

The river called the Sulphur River flows turbulently not far away, and the rustling sounds can be clearly transmitted to a village under a high hill not far from the river bank. The buildings of the Dornese are usually cast from loess and stones, mixed with the tenacious and tough growing plants in the desert, which appear full of exotic style.

However, whether it is the people living here or some outsiders, they basically won’t pay attention to this.

At this time, people were surging in the village, and the loud roars of the villagers made everyone here sleepless, and they rushed out of their homes to gather together - riders were rushing towards this place.

A sound of horse hooves was heard from afar. People in the village held sticks and farm tools, looking nervously at the direction where the sound came, but some old people were calm about it.

"If there were cavalry from the north, the lord would have been informed long ago. The three dragon-riding dog bastards would not ride horses, so they must be our own people."

A bald old man chewing grass stalks so claimed, but the louder sound of horse hooves made people around him not pay attention to what he said. They stared at the direction of the sound, and all men and women were ready to fight or escape.

However, when they saw the specific outfits of the visitor, their tense emotions suddenly relaxed and they began to discuss.

"What happened again?"

"This year will definitely not be a good thing."

"Is the dragon bastard avenge?"

...

Half a month ago, after the dragon fell in Prison Gate Fort, the riders arrived here along the coast and informed the good news of killing the dragon. However, the Dornese here did not know the real situation - although this race was united, some news was not suitable for everyone to know, otherwise the news would inevitably be leaked.

However, their speculation about this stopped shortly after, because the two riders in sight had already reached a certain distance.

They were wearing brass scales and breeches that only the soldiers under the lords would wear. They did not wear helmets on their heads, but they wore black cloaks and hoods. At the same time, the lower half of their faces were also wrapped in yellow scarves.

In the distance, before he arrived at the fence on the edge of the village in the gathering place, the rider in front spoke loudly: "According to the order of Lord Wule, the Lord of Prison Gate Fort, a man and a woman will be given a reward. If there is any clue, it will be rewarded with great rewards!"

The rider surrounded the scarf, but a fluent lingering with Dornish characteristics could perfectly express his identity. He also shook off the silk in his hands while talking, so the two simple faces drawn on it were reflected in the eyes of the villagers who were approaching.

"Silver hair? Is it a dragon bitch?"

Someone glanced at the portrait from beginning to end and asked, "What you said last time-"

"The dragon bitch is dead!" The rider scolded him after hearing this: "Don't believe the rumors!"

"But I heard she escaped?"

The rider did not answer this question, but stood up proudly, "Don't ask if you shouldn't, just remember Lord Ull's orders!"

After saying that, he slapped his horse and rode his horse along the road in front of the village, leaving the villagers here with a thought-provoking back.

Another dark-faced rider behind him followed silently after glanced at them.

No one noticed anything unusual about these two people. It seemed that they were the accusers sent by the lord to inform them, but in fact it was not the case.

The two riders rode their horses one after another. Until the people behind them were thrown away from a distance and could not see them at all, the black-faced rider then kicked the horse in the belly and giggled at the rider who seemed very calm but was actually trembling and trembling.

"Good jazz, you can't ride a horse?" The slightly hoarse voice was obviously not a male voice.

"I'm not a jazz," the former rider who bent over and hunched over glared at him angrily.

People in Westeros call the Knight jazz, and those who are not knights are probably happy to be called like that, but Renli only feels that the other party deliberately laughs at him.

In fact, he is not yet at the age of learning to ride a horse, and it is already his talent to be able to barely ride on the road.

"Many people who are not knights can ride horses, even women."

"There are always exceptions." Lan Li retorted, but the other party did not stay on this topic. His purple eyes, which looked black under the night, turned and glanced at him, with a smile on his face.

"Do you know? Sometimes I always feel that you don't look like a Doberman, although you are." After saying this, the black-faced rider grabbed the horse's belly and ran away first.

Looking at the other person's back, Lan Li curled her lips secretly.

This is the sixteenth day after he arrived at this historical copy.

The three Dornest men who were attacked by them a while ago were actually responsible for sending messages to various places. After discovering this, Lan Li decided to have a fish-me-like slut, hoping to spend the next journey with this identity.

This is not impossible. Although he is a fake, his voice seems to be instinctively the same as other Dorners. At the same time, there is no equipment for leaving behind images in this era, at most someone can draw their appearance.

But if the painter had never seen a real person, then their works would obviously not be very realistic - the slutty portrait of silk in his hand was proof of it.

In addition, the little queen Reness is good at makeup skills, and she uses charcoal ash to apply it on the spot. There is basically no one who notices any abnormalities in the evening.

After this, I didn't encounter many twists and turns along the way, except for one time when they were teased by two enthusiastic Dorn women, the little queen almost exposed it.

Now, the dark coastline is hazy and the sound of the waves is faintly heard. When they really approach the seaside, even if the journey reaches the end, the dangers of Dorn are basically left behind.

The next section of the road is going to take the sea.

The premise is that they can get the boat.

...

Under the moonlight, the two riders rushed straight towards the south. The sand and dust rolled up from the horse's hooves floated up and quietly dissipated with the cold moonlight, constantly approaching the sea, and the wind around began to heavier and became colder.

They saw the last village of the Dornese in front of the beach. The sound of horse hooves began to weaken from afar, and they also focused on paying attention to whether there were scouts around.

"There are really ships here?" After looking at the village at the end of his sight, Renis asked.

They hope to get a small boat from the village and row and run.

"Most salt people make a living by fishing, so there must be a boat." Lanli replied in a low voice.

He had read a book called the Conquest of Dorn. This book contains records of the races of the Dornese, who were called Dornese, but just like the northerners who were called Northerners, they were just a general term.

In fact, the Dornese are divided into three categories, and the author of the book named them Stone Man, Sand Man, and Salt Man in turn.

The stone people live in the mountains of Dorn, with white skin and beautiful hair, while the sand people live in the desert, with their skin generally sun-brown, while the last salt people live on the southernmost seaside of Dorn, with black hair and interracial olive skin.

At this time, the author who wrote the book was not born yet, and even his ancestor was next to Lanli, but many things have been passed down for a long time, and even if you haven't read them, there are usually fishermen in the villages by the sea.

Lanli is very confident about this.

As for what to do after getting the ship, let’s talk about it. In short, it is better than being in the enemy’s territory.

However, before they could get close to the village, a rumbling sound of horse hooves hitting the ground suddenly came around. After hearing the sound, Lan Li's face changed, and then he rode his horse without hesitation.

Unfortunately, he turned around on his horse and found that a circle of Dorn riders had already arrived from all directions and approached quickly.

In the desert covered by moonlight, a group of riders slowly circled around the two people who did not dare to move. One of the tall figures glanced at Lan Li a few times and laughed.

"The traitor and his dragon bitch will come to us on their own initiative. What the priest said is true!"
Chapter completed!