Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Aemon read it over and over again, anger squeezing in his chest.

"Damn, I've only been honest for a few years!"

The bullshit pirates of the Three Women Country actually forced Seagull Town to close the port.

He also got his fortification materials for next month stuck.

Are they all a bunch of trash?

Steve said: "Prince, Sir Ryan is arguing with Earl Grafson to discuss allowing our building materials to be landed first."

"Why did Seagull Town stop our goods?"

Zhan Sifu frowned, keenly aware that something was wrong.

Eamonn held the letter and couldn't help but sneer: "Money and silk are very attractive, and some people want to take advantage of it and take advantage of it."

The building materials in Riverdale City are easy to say, and once a month is not noticeable.

The materials for building two city walls are not enough.

Long slabs of green bricks are transported to the river valley at regular intervals.

Not to mention the food provided for five thousand laborers, which was shipped ashore ship after ship.

It's not surprising that some people are jealous.

"Prince, do you need to notify Madam Leia to negotiate?"

Zhan Sifu had a clear mind and first thought of asking her elders to come forward to solve the problem.

"it's useless."

Aemon's eyes were cold and he said: "Rather than waste time, it's better to negotiate in my way."

After saying that, he walked straight towards Gushan.

…

Lonely mountain, halfway up the mountain.

Eamonn grabbed hold of the rock wall and climbed higher and higher.

He lowered his head and looked below him. He saw that the mountain was steep and rugged, with large and small mines dug out.

A lonely mountain is a high mountain.

The blacksmiths' union mined natural copper deposits, which he named himself.

It means to be isolated from the world and towering over the top.

A mountain inhabited by evil dragons is a great name.

Plop!

Aemon turned sideways and rolled into the dragon's lair that smelled faintly of sulfur.

no way.

Wormisor slept for three months without waking up.

Silver Wing is a house dragon and cannot be commanded by anyone.

Gray Shadow is simple-minded and refuses to ride a Targaryen with a dragon.

You can only climb the mountain with bare hands.

"roar……"

Getting up from the ground, I heard bursts of heavy and powerful breathing.

Aemon's eyes were firm as he strode towards the depths of the dragon's lair.

Gulltown jammed his cargo ship, and this was the first time the Vale nobles attacked him.

He is angry now and should be angry.

When anger fills my heart, the string in my head plucks gently.

The dragon has been dormant for a long time, and it’s time to wake up from its slumber.

Aemon walked heavily, avoiding the black dragon dung produced by Silver Wing.

He didn't touch it in case there were dragon eggs hidden inside.

Silver Wing has a docile personality. After his partner fell asleep, he dug another cave deep in the dragon's nest and was used to his partner guarding it.

A ray of breeze blew by.

Ringing~~

The only area in the dragon's nest that was illuminated by light was a clear and sweet ringing sound.

Aemon looked up.

On a bronze tree branch, a small copper bell swayed in the wind.

"Can you make a sound?"

Aemon was puzzled.

I remember that half a month ago, this bronze bell was still dead-set and made no sound when it shook.

He didn't know the power of the bronze sacred tree.

But he could feel that this bronze life known as a "holy object" was constantly accumulating strength.

And this power is closely related to River Valley Town.

Aemon stopped for a moment and continued walking deeper into the dragon's lair.

The top priority is to get back your goods.

And let those who dare to stretch out their claws pay the price of blood and fire.

"roar……"

In the darkness, his breathing became heavier.

Aemon stopped and stared straight ahead.

The view is blocked and cannot be seen clearly.

I could vaguely see the outline of a giant bronze dragon, and the burning breath hit my face.

"Three Women's Country, Seagull Town..."

Aemon muttered it once, then closed his eyes.

Anger welled up in his heart, and he gently raised a palm.

Suddenly, his heavy breathing stopped.

Boom!

The huge mountain-like body shook slightly, shaking off a layer of rock fragments, and the thorn-like horn crown smashed into the cave stalactites.

The entire dragon's nest was trembling slightly, as if the anger was full and was about to trigger a volcanic eruption.

Uh-huh!

A pair of copper bright vertical pupils suddenly opened, as if there was endless copper water surging, containing the cruelty of burning all things.

"Long time no see, Wormisor!"

Aemon's eyes were bright and he greeted him immediately.

Wormisor glanced up, his jagged fangs exposed, and the scales on his lower jaw plowed into scratches.

Immediately, the ferocious dragon kiss with remaining scars hit the driver's raised palm.

It woke up.

"It looks like you slept soundly."

Aemon did not forget to tease, and the corners of his lips curved.

…

After a while.

"Hiss-"

A roar as loud as thunder erupted, and the thick sound spread across dozens of miles, startling countless living beings and plants.

With Gushan as the center, the continuous clouds and mist shook the sky.

It seems to be announcing to the sky and the earth that the "wrath of bronze" is awakening at this moment.

boom!

Wormisor spread out a pair of broad wings, and the brown wing membrane covered the sky, covering the majestic town at the foot of the lonely mountain.

The next second.

The hind legs let go of the rock on the edge of the dragon's nest, and the entire dragon fell freely like a meteor, then spread its wings and soared forward.

In an instant, darkness fell over River Valley Town.

The working people raised their heads and only had time to catch a glimpse of the majestic chest like a bronze city wall. In the blink of an eye, only a thick and long dragon tail remained.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Aemon lay on the dragon's back and shouted orders.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor raised his head and roared, fire emerged from the depths of his throat, and the bright copper dragon flames poured out like an explosion.

Under the firelight, the figure becomes more majestic.

"Hahaha."

Aemon felt the long-lost heat and understood the changes in the dragon under his crotch.

Just looking at the majestic and domineering huge dragon head, it is more than a circle bigger than before sleeping.

In terms of the total length from beginning to end, it is even bigger and has no edges.

A rough observation shows that it is at least over a hundred meters.

The dragon's lifespan is hundreds of years, one hundred years old and one hundred meters tall, which are all crucial constraints.

Vhagar is over 160 years old, and his body is only over 130 meters tall.

And Wormisol is now in his early eighties, and his body size has already passed the 100-meter mark.

It is foreseeable that it will be the terrifying dragon that overtakes the "Black Death" Balerion.

"You hardly look like an old dragon anymore."

Aemon smiled broadly and stroked the thick bronze scales.

"roar!"

Wormisor roared, full of pride.

As your body size grows, all physical indicators are improving.

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The bronze scales became thicker and thicker, and the original roughness disappeared, turning into a sharp metallic luster.

This is a subtle change after the sublimation of life.

The most intuitive feeling lies in the appearance.

When a dragon is around a hundred years old, its body will become larger and larger, and its body will gradually show its age.

For example, sagging skin and sagging jaw.

Wormisor is very talented and is much larger than the second-generation dragon.

Its jaw dropped slightly as Aemon tamed it.

Today, its jaws fit tightly together and its long, thick neck is flexible and flexible, like a young dragon that is several decades old.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor flapped his wings, and his huge body soared into the sky, spinning in mid-air to perform difficult movements.

This is a soaring posture that was only possible in the past.

"Fly, Wormisor!"

Aemon opened his arms and felt the strong wind blowing against his face.

The speed continued to increase, gradually breaking through the wind resistance and letting out an explosive roar.

It is wrong to say that dragons become slower as they get older.

The larger the dragon, the faster it flies.

What is really slow is the loss of flexibility after getting too big.

Wormisor regained his vitality, his speed and agility increased simultaneously, and he couldn't help but reveal his fangs.

In a blink of an eye.

One man and one dragon flew out of the valley and soared all the way to the east.

…

Crab Cove.

It faces the Strait Sea to the east and the Crab Claw Peninsula across the sea.

"Hiss-"

A giant bronze dragon galloped past, its broad wings cutting through the thick clouds.

Aemon lowered his body and looked down at the endless sea below.

Speaking of which, the Free Fortress Empire in the ancient Valyrian period was composed of forty dragon king families, land-owning nobles, and many maritime families.

The Dragon King family occupies the main position, and the other two parties provide supplies and open up routes.

The once-conquered Western Continent of Essos relied on many maritime families to block shipping routes and conquer the prototype city-states of free trade cities one after another.

To this day, the only surviving member of the Dragon King's family, the Targaryen family.

Of the many maritime families, only the Velaryon and Celtygar families remain.

"If Targaryen does not take the initiative to expand outwards, it will only perish in decline."

Aemon knew the direction of history and was determined to conquer the valley.

The Dragon King families of ancient Valyria have verified a truth.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket.

"roar!"

Wormisor's eyes flickered, he flapped his wings to lower his altitude, and stared sideways at a hazy cloud that could not be moved away.

"Is there something?"

Aemon understood the meaning.

boom!

The layers of clouds and mist suddenly parted, and a huge creature rushed out, letting out a low roar like thunder.

"Roar——"

Vhagar's eyes were indifferent, his huge body crashed through the clouds, and soared over the head of the giant bronze dragon.

Wormisor was instantly enraged, and copper-bright dragon flames accumulated in his throat.

"No! Wormisor!"

Aemon pulled on the saddle rope and controlled the bronze dragon to turn around.

at the same time.

A familiar magnetic voice sounded, calling out to the dragon under his crotch.

"Stop, Vhagar!"

I was in a hurry, for fear of a bloody dragon fight.

Aemon turned his head.

Seeing Vhagar's figure swooping down, Lannar was patting the old dragon's back.

"What's going on, the Battle of Crab Cove?"

Aemon had a dark face and couldn't help but complain.

Vhagar was just trying to show off his power to a little dragon, but it was torn into pieces with a body that was five times the size.

Do you dare to weigh Wormisor's strength?

"roar!"

Wormisor shook the dragon's head restlessly, and the dragon's kiss overflowed with dragon flames, trying his best to restrain his anger.

Aemon comforted him softly: "Quiet, Wormisor. Don't be disturbed by the outside world."

Old Long has a bad temper.

But if you can control your temper, humans and dragons can become one.

Use the power of one plus one to be greater than two.

"Roar——"

When Vhagar got close to the sea, his huge body turned sharply upward, and his thick dragon tail stirred up huge waves.

Spread your wings and leap forward, climbing high into the sky again.

Lannar saw Aemon comforting Vormisor, and quickly shouted: "I'm sorry, Vhagar is used to being overbearing."

"I'll wait for you in Seagull Town."

After saying that, he waved his whip and slapped the old dragon on the back.

Vhagar's vertical pupils remained indifferent, feeling the familiar frequency coming from his back, he turned around and soared towards the land.

"This old dragon's temper is really hard for the driver to handle."

Aemon couldn't help but laugh.

Vhagar is different from Wormithor.

It is the first generation of dragons hatched on Dragonstone Island and lived without a master for decades.

It was not until Aegon the Conqueror tamed the "Black Death" Balerion that his sister Queen Visenya tamed the ownerless Vhagar.

As time passed, Vhagar went through three generations of masters.

It has a strong sense of self and will act independently at critical moments.

Lanar couldn't control it a little.

"You can't imitate it."

Aemon looked at Wormithor and raised his hand to point and point.

"Roar!"

Wormithor was impatient and chased after the old dragon.

Aemon touched his chin and found that the temper of the dragon under his crotch had improved.

The blood fruit was not fed in vain.