Half a month later, on the outskirts of Crown Town.
Ten thousand elite heavy cavalrymen were already equipped and ready to march.
Their warhorses were tall and magnificent, the first batch of fine stock Qyburn had carefully bred.
Each man also had two spare horses, one carrying armor and the other carrying rations and fresh water.
Before them stood a thousand Dragon Spirit Guardians clad in Valyrian Steel Armor, sitting silently on their warhorses.
Liu Qian looked over the force with satisfaction, swung himself onto Blooddance's broad back, and gripped the reins secured to the saddle.
Jelena nimbly climbed onto Silverfall as well.
The two Great Dragons let out earthshaking roars and spread their enormous membranous wings, whipping up violent gales and blotting out the sky.
"Move out!"
At Liu Qian's command, Blooddance and Silverfall took to the air first, soaring straight into the clouds.
Below, a torrent of steel formed by ten thousand heavy cavalrymen and a thousand Dragon Spirit Guardians followed the Great Dragons' shadows, rolling eastward.
Two months later, at the ruins of Uj Samui, deep in the Dothraki Sea.
Desolate megalithic ruins stood silently amid the boundless sea of grass, but now a clamor shattered the stillness of this lifeless place.
Khal Zheko's enormous khalasar was taking a brief rest here.
Nearly ten thousand Screamers, their women and children, and countless horses packed the area.
The air reeked of horses, scorched meat, and the barbarians' body odor.
The tall, burly Khal Zheko sat on a low stool covered with animal hide, tearing into a half-cooked leg of lamb, grease dripping down his thick beard.
A coh knelt before him, delivering his report nervously.
"Great Khal, the people of Qohor are already trembling at the news of our coming. They've shut their gates and are preparing to