Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The words just fell.

A large number of people, mainly members of the Royce family and Sir Ryan, knelt down.

Some of them are acquaintances, some have met each other once, and some have never met before.

They all put one hand on their chest to show their loyalty to the heir of Rune Stone City in front of them.

Some people did not kneel down and silently looked at the young heir.

Lady Leia who is loyal to Runestone City and the heir who is loyal to her are two different things for the time being.

Aemon saw everything and gently raised his hand: "Get up, I see your loyalty."

Wow!

All the people who were kneeling stood up and took a step back in unison.

This move highlighted the person who was not kneeling just now.

Not many people.

The Tollett family in Ashenvale City, the Kowart family in Coldwater City, and some Royce branches with remote bloodlines.

Aemon looked at them one by one and saw the representatives of each family.

The two sides looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.

Aemon put on a piece of clothing and was about to say a few words.

Suddenly, a strong man in silver-gray armor couldn't help himself and rushed straight to the blacksmith's shop.

The strong man has a rough face and short gray-black hair.

After entering the blacksmith shop, I stared at the fully spliced ​​plate armor and couldn't take my eyes away.

While staring at it, he muttered: "What an amazing craftsmanship, there's not even a seam on the sides."

If you listen to what he says, you are a knowledgeable person.

There are many types of armor, among which plate armor has the strongest defense and a higher survival rate on the battlefield.

The quality of a piece of plate armor all depends on the number of defects left by the blacksmith during the forging process.

After all, the materials used are all very different, and no one can penetrate the steel plate.

The gaps between different parts of the armor are the key to breaking through the defense.

The better the blacksmith's skills, the fewer gaps there will be in the plate armor after splicing.

This full-body plate armor forged by Aemon has no gaps at all unless you look closely.

"Your Highness, are you the reincarnation of the Blacksmith?"

The strong man's eyes shone brightly, and he ignored the hot silver breastplate that touched the plate armor and said loudly: "I am fighting for you. If I achieve great success in battle, can you reward me with this armor?"

The breast of his armor bears the crest of House Tollet.

And he himself is Addison Tollett, the lord of Ashvale City.

As early as nine days ago, he led the army and came.

During this period, I went to the blacksmith shop on time almost every day to watch His Highness the Prince forging iron.

Blacksmithing is not a lowly profession.

The First Men and the Andals both relied on bronze and iron technology of historic significance to conquer the continent of Westeros.

Even among the seven gods, there is a "blacksmith".

Addison stayed for nine days and witnessed the forging process of His Royal Highness.

A total of three full-body plate armors, seventeen half-hand swords, and two oak shields were forged.

This forging speed is comparable to flying on a giant dragon.

And with each finished product, the quality of the next one will be even better.

Today, the quality of this full-body plate armor has surpassed the work of the best blacksmiths that can be found in the valley.

Even if all the savings in Ash Valley City are spent, it will still be difficult to purchase.

His words immediately attracted the attention of the others.

Some people have long noticed His Highness the Prince's superb forging skills.

Otherwise, who would gather here to watch blacksmithing.

The pressure was put on the young Prince.

Aemon looked at Sir Addison who ignored etiquette and said amusedly: "Do you like this armor?"

"certainly!"

Addison yelled.

He absolutely loved it.

Aemon held the freshly baked shoulder armor and presented it to him, pretending to be serious: "No need to perform meritorious service, it is yours now."

"ah?"

Addison was stunned.

Looking at the hot shoulder armor that has not yet cooled down, it really looks like a hot potato.

It’s not okay to accept it, and I would be reluctant to let it go if I don’t accept it.

I grit my teeth and really want to reach out for it.

"etc."

Aemon suddenly stopped, replaced the shoulder armor with a helmet and stuffed it into the opponent's arms, showing a smile: "You are a warrior, you deserve it."

These weapons and armor are created just for rewards.

Addison was stunned again, staring blankly at the mask and helmet in his arms.

"What, you don't like it?"

Aemon passed him and faced the vassals outside the blacksmith shop.

The back is completely exposed.

There is no fear that the people behind him will be dissatisfied and will act recklessly.

The scene was quiet, no one spoke.

Some people were staring at His Royal Highness, and some were staring at Addison.

Those who stared at the latter were partly worried that he would get angry, and partly envious of Bai's top-notch plate armor.

One second, two seconds...

"Hahaha!"

There was a burst of laughter in the blacksmith shop.

Aemon didn't look back, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Addison put on his helmet, walked out of the blacksmith shop with his head held high, and said with great arrogance: "Look, this is the new armor given to me by His Highness the Prince."

In a moment of excitement, he uttered all the foul words.

"Hahaha……"

"Gan Xunniang, why do you need a piece of armor..."

"Your Highness, I also want to..."

It was these rough words that completely ignited the enthusiasm of the vassals under his command, and they began to laugh and curse.

Aemon looked around, his smile growing wider.

Plop!

Addison knelt down on one knee and said in a loud voice: "Your Royal Highness, the Tollett family has been loyal to the Royce family for generations, and I will also abide by the honor of my ancestors."

"I swear here today that I will be loyal to you every day and fight for you every day."

As he spoke, the scene became quiet again.

Many people know that Addison of Ashvale City is not as reckless as he appears, but a bold and careful gray-furred fox.

Apart from the direct troops in Rune Stone City, he was the one who had been observing His Highness the Prince for the longest time.

In fact, he was the only vassal who stayed at the blacksmith shop every day.

Aemon looked at him condescendingly and said seriously: "Be loyal to me and you may die."

"I'm afraid I didn't die on the battlefield, but died cowardly on the bed."

Addison took off his helmet, his face determined.

"good."

Aemon waved.

Zhan Sifu trotted forward and handed over the clan sword hanging on the wall "Lament".

Aemon held "Lament", placed it on Addison's right shoulder, and solemnly said: "I will promise you that you will die with honor, you will not die from the wounds in the back, you will not die from the dirty, you will not die. for betrayal.”

Then, the response to the Pledge of Allegiance was said.

With each sentence, "lament" moves from the right shoulder to the left shoulder, and finally hangs above the head.

Addison lowered his head and accepted the oaths one by one.

"Get up, Lord Addison."

Aemon put Lament around his waist and picked it up with his own hands.

His strength was so great that even a strong man with a height of six feet was lifted up like a chicken.

Addison was stunned again, staring at His Highness the Prince's young but strong muscles, and laughed: "Yes, Your Highness!"

The laughter was so loud that it even surpassed that of Fang Cai.

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"Hahaha."

Eamonn would look at him and laugh too.

He likes this guy, he is a trustworthy general.

"Hahaha……"

One monarch and one minister laughed out loud, and the other vassals looked at each other, all laughing.

The valley is closed and conservative, but it also adheres to tradition.

In this regard, only the North and Dorne can compare.

It doesn't matter if Fengjun is a young boy, but he can't be a guy without talent.

With His Highness the Prince's muscular body, he is able to control the heat and strength when forging iron.

It all shows that he is a ruthless character with superb martial arts skills.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Walder Kovat of Coldwater City walked out of the crowd, kneeled down on one knee with his uncle and his illegitimate brother, and swore allegiance in public.

If they can come to Rune Stone City, it means they can show their loyalty.

If the person in front of them is worthy of their allegiance, they will bend their knees.

If there is one, there will be a second, and the remaining branches of the Royce family knelt down one after another.

Outsiders can kneel down, there is no reason for them to turn a blind eye.

"Everyone get up."

Aemon grabbed the arms of Addison and Walder and shouted as he walked: "Tonight, Runestone City will host a banquet for you all. Let's get drunk before resting."

Human nature is fickle.

He didn't like socializing, but at this moment he was very willing to accompany these valley guys to get drunk.

By the way, he's also half a Valley guy.

"Hahaha!"

A large group of people called out to the knights and knights squires in their families.

Just arrived at the gate of Rune Stone City.

Boom!

A dusty group of Vale Knights carried a banner that read "Red Castle on White with Red Edge."

In a blink of an eye, the team arrived at the gate.

The first two people who took off their helmets were Holden Redford, the eldest son and heir of the Fred family, and Adrian Redford, the second son.

Aemon was surprised in his heart but remained calm on the outside.

He did not invite the Redford family at Red Base.

Holden turned over and dismounted, walked in front of him, put one hand on his chest, and said seriously:

"According to my father's order, five hundred valley knights, five hundred long archers, and fifteen hundred foot soldiers of the Redford family have come to support us. I hope that His Highness the Prince will be safe."

"Thank you for coming, and thank you to the Redford family for your help."

Aemon said polite words and glanced at the red-haired girl behind him.

Zhan Sifu was as happy as a sparrow, fluttering in front of her two brothers, and said happily: "You are finally here, was it hard on the road?"

Needless to say, it was a letter she quietly sent to Honglei.

Eamonn narrowed his eyes, suspecting that his mother had contributed to it.

Zhan Sifu hugged her two brothers, one on the left and the other on the right, and said complimentary words.

Especially to her eldest brother Holden, she is like a clingy little sister.

When the vassals of the Royce family saw this scene, they smiled in unison.

The Fred family is here, what else could it be for?

Zhan Sifu looked up and blushed.

Holden's face was tense and he whispered quietly: "If you become the princess, I will bring the remaining soldiers and horses, and my father will not hesitate."

The Fred family is one of the oldest and most ancient families in the valley, and their troops naturally bring more than this.

But the younger sister has not made any progress, and sending too many troops seems to be flattering.

That's it, two thousand soldiers and horses are already quite a lot.

"Welcome, we just have to hold a banquet."

Aemon quickly came to his senses and greeted with a bright smile.

He is the prince's commanding officer, the more the better.

Counting the two thousand people in Red Base, Rune Stone City currently has nearly fifteen thousand soldiers.

Combined with the Warmisor and Silver Wings outside the city, it is more than enough to level the valley.

color!

…

Six days later.

night.

Rune Stone City is brightly lit and the noise is endless.

Attendants added wine one after another, and the wine barrels filled more than a dozen carriages.

Aemon sat on the main seat, looking around at the vassals drinking happily.

The banquet has been held for seven consecutive days, and today is the seventh night.

Early tomorrow morning, the army will set off.

This 15,000-strong army will head south to Haiou Town and rush to the unknown battlefield on the Strait Sea.

Aemon watched in trance, his eyes as deep as night.

"Prince, everything is ready."

Zhan Sifu walked over, the corners of her pretty mouth curled up.

Lady Leia lives in seclusion, and she has become the mistress of Runestone City.

Coordinate the food and fodder for the army and arrange banquets for expeditions.

Everything is taken care of in an orderly manner.

"Watch who has a grudge against whom, and don't let them get together and start a fight."

Aemon warned.

Zhan Sifu nodded her head and watched His Royal Highness leave the table.

There is a conference room on the second floor, and representatives from all parties are already here.

Bang bang bang!

After Eamonn left, a group of musicians walked into the hall.

With a cellist as the main performer, he composed a novel piece of music.

The melody is beautiful, but too depressing.

It's like the suffocation before the storm.

It erupted in depression again, swallowing all ships in the endless deep sea.

As a song before the war, it inadvertently brings people into a state of solemnity.