Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Aemon took a closer look.

The horn is about a foot long, with the thin end broken and leaving cracks, and the whole thing looks like a curved horn.

Looking carefully, the mysterious runes with rows of tiny characters engraved on the surface contain some kind of special power.

"This is?"

Eamonn was attracted to the material again and reached out to touch it lightly.

He remembered.

Later descriptions of the Celtigar family seem to include a Valyrian steel ax and a horn that summons sea monsters.

"Discover the remains of creatures containing special magic power and obtain a share of the restless thunder and lightning magic power."

The horn bloomed with a flash of silver light, piercing into his chest like lightning.

Aemon's whole body was numb, as if he had been struck by electricity.

It hurts a little.

The muscles, bones, and membranes all over his body were bulging, as if they were about to explode out of thin air.

In this absurd feeling, the lungs are pumping like a blower, driving the blood circulation throughout the body to accelerate.

The strength of the body is constantly condensing as if it were peeling off cocoons.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Aemon stared blankly at the broken horn.

Bartimus shouted over and over again to bring him back from his dazed state.

"No, I'm fine."

Aemon was in a daze for a moment and forced a smile.

Call up the [Magic Card Panel].

【Aemon Targaryen】

Talent: Dreamer (gold)

Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (42.5%)

Skills: Binding spell "Zan" (proficient), archery (always hitting the mark), expert empty hand (proficient)...

Magic cards: strong (blue), rock-solid, intermediate (purple), kingly temperament (purple)

Equipment: Valyrian steel long sword "Lament", double Valyrian daggers, sapphire amulet (2/3)...

Pets: Golden-nosed rat (blue), white deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "You seem to have found something good."

Aemon frowned slightly and found that the blood purity increased by 1%.

Turn over the card panel.

The three revealed magic cards, one white and two green, are useless.

His eyes fell on the golden hourglass below: [Quantity of Essence: 877]

After exchanging [Mithril Beans], 47 points of essence remain.

Three and a half months since Rhaenyra left, 770 essence points have been collected.

Touch the Valyrian ax "Crab Claw" to get 10 points of essence.

The total should be 827 points of essence.

It is now 877 essence points, which proves that the Broken Horn provides an additional thunder and lightning magic power worth 50 essence.

"What is lightning magic?"

Eamonn was confused.

The panel prompts "remains of creatures containing special magic", which is the same as Balerion's skull.

Meraxes's skull and Glutton's body were not triggered.

"It's great that you're okay."

Bartimus breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were taken away by the horn."

Aemon asked: "The origin of this horn is not simple."

"It's made from the horns of a harpy."

Bartimus's words were astonishing.

Aemon searched for knowledge in his mind: "Isn't that the god of Slaver's Bay belief?"

There are all kinds of strange gods believed in around the world, and Slaver's Bay has been worshiping harpies since ancient times.

Bartimus closed the box and told: "Even powerful magical creatures like dragons exist, so what's so strange about hunting a harpy?"

The horn and the ax handle of the "crab claws" are all taken from the horns and thigh bones of the same female harpy.

At that time, it was still the period of the Free Fortress Empire with forty Dragon King families standing side by side.

The Gurgith Empire in Slaver's Bay still exists, and they are determined not to surrender to the Dragon Kings.

As the predecessor of Slaver's Bay, the Guges Empire believed in the harpy.

In the final war, several harpies were summoned to join the battle.

Those monsters are adept at the magic of fire and thunder.

The male has shackles on his feet and no horns on his head.

The female has two horns on her head and a shrill voice that is said to be able to capture the soul.

Very powerful and very scary.

But in front of the giant dragons controlled by the dragon kings, they were crushed to pieces like a mantis trying to block a car, leaving only corpses that could not be eaten.

Since then, the harpy has been reduced to a legendary creature.

"I didn't expect that harpies are divided into genders."

Aemon was dubious, feeling as if he had heard this story before.

Bartimus smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard of Yi Di or Wu Base?"

"certainly."

Aemon is quite proficient in history: "The Yidi Dynasty in the eastern continent of Essos, the five bases are five fortresses they built similar to the Great Wall."

When reading history books, I specifically studied the part about Yi Di.

The customs and culture of that place are simply a replica of ancient China.

"Yes, that's right there."

Bartimus asked again: "Then have you heard about the eight thousand years of ghost ghost legends?"

Aemon nodded slightly.

"What if I said, those are all true?"

Bartimus looked solemn and said seriously: "The existence of the fifth base is for the Yi people to stop the indescribable invaders in the gray wasteland."

In the same way, the Great Wall was also built by the people of Westeros to stop the legendary White Walkers.

Aemon's heart was in turmoil, but he pretended to be calm: "You have such a profound research on history."

At least he knew that the existence of the White Walkers was real.

Bartimus realized that he was too serious, so he smiled and said: "This is not a matter of our era, you can just treat it as a child's play."

"No, I believe it."

Eamonn really believed it and wanted to know more.

Batimos looked up at the sky and sighed: "I really don't know what the exile Enar thought. After migrating to Westeros, he ordered people to burn all the ancient books of our three families. Many histories can only be passed down by word of mouth, and even more are forgotten."

The Velaryon family and the Targaryen family have been married for generations.

The closer you get, the less you can hide.

The Celtigar family guards Crab Island alone, and each generation of the head of the family can still grasp some basic information.

Otherwise, no one will remember the glory of the Free Fortress Empire.

After sighing for a while, he showed a sly smile: "If you are interested, the Celtigar family library is happy to open to you."

"I will come."

Aemon promised.

He knows the direction of history and is full of doubts about some mysticism.

For example, after the "Dance with the Dragons" ended, why can't dragon eggs hatch real dragons?

The hatched dragons will die of various deformities and diseases.

If there is really a "magic tide", then the Targaryen family will undoubtedly be in a worrying situation when they catch up with the "ebb tide".

Seeing this, Bartimos smiled even more.

The Celtigar family has been silent for a long time, and it is time to return to the world.

It seems that the other party accepts his kindness.

Aemon pointed to the box and said bluntly: "Can this horn be borrowed for me to study for a while?"

"This..."

Bartimos hesitated and said: "It's not impossible, but it doesn't have the ability rumored."

This is a secret of the Celtigar family.

When the ancient Ghis Empire was captured, the Celtigar family was still a sea family under another powerful Dragon King family, and played a great role on the battlefield.

When the war was distributed, they were lucky enough to get the remains of half a harpy.

As we all know, the most powerful force of the Dragon King family is the dragon.

In the top Dragon King family, fire wizards and blood wizards will be hired to forge the "Dragon Horn" to control the dragon.

The ancestor copied the cat and tiger, thinking that the sea family should also make a similar magic prop to control the most powerful creatures in the sea.

That is, "sea monster".

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The voice of the harpy has the ability to capture souls, and the horn made of horns has a similar effect.

After spending a lot of money, the ancestor succeeded halfway.

During a voyage, the horn summoned a sea monster in the deep sea, but could not control it.

The ancestor escaped with his life by chance, and broke the horn when he returned.

Completely reduced to mortal.

"It doesn't matter, I just like antiques."

Imon said with a smile.

Bartimos couldn't refuse, and presented the box with both hands: "Please keep it properly."

After all, it is a family heirloom that has been passed down for countless generations, and I have always had feelings for it.

...

A few days later.

Many major events happened on both sides of the Strait.

Prince Reggio of Pentos ordered to buy gold and silver utensils in large quantities and hold the most grand wedding in history.

For this matter, the big ships of Pentos traveled back and forth between the two sides of the Strait every day.

In fact, a small number of soldiers from the valley were transferred in batches to station in the port of Kaslome.

At the same time

The naval coalition of Chaotou Island patrolled the west coast of the Strait every day and had many conflicts with the pirates of the Three Women.

Like a frog in boiling water, the activity range of the pirates of the Three Women was reduced and forced to the east coast of the Strait.

The only purpose was to coerce and lure the Three Women to plunder Pentos.

Thus falling into the trap set by many parties.

Crab Island, port.

Large ships were anchored and unloaded with full supplies.

Imon sat on a sand dune, listening to the sea breeze and the waves, concentrating on studying the broken horn.

He had his own little thoughts.

Rumor has it that the horn can summon sea monsters, but I don’t know if it works for the dragon?

Can the keel whistle be imitated to convey instructions more accurately?

"Are you still studying this horn?"

Lannar walked slowly, and her white long skirt set off her calm and elegant noble temperament.

Imon curled his lips: "Isn't this the respected Miss Lannar? When are you free to take a walk?"

The sarcastic tone was deeply influenced by Lady Leia.

"You're going to the battle, I have to come and see you."

Lannah was not angry, knowing what made him angry.

I have been hiding from Aemon all this time.

"What's wrong with you?"

Aemon glanced at her, and the outline of a pair of long legs was faintly visible under the white skirt.

Lannah's voice was soft: "Father told me that you will set off today."

"Yes." Aemon nodded.

The soldiers in the valley have almost been transferred, and he will set off on his dragon tonight under the cover of night.

"Are you going to wear this outfit?"

Lannah squatted down and tugged at his black coat.

Aemon raised his eyebrows.

Is there a problem?

Your Highness has been following his heart since he was a child, and his life-saving skills are stacked one after another.

The skin is thicker than the armor.

"Come with me."

Lannah pulled him up and turned back to the crab roe burger.

Seeing that Aemon did not move, he hugged his hands in front of his chest with a helpless look.

Tall figure with a queen face, this expression is simply foul.

His Royal Highness was shaken.

You are a big man, you are right.

Back to the castle.

In the simple bedroom, the maid was driven out.

Aemon let himself be manipulated, wearing a black and red armor made of black steel and a big red cloak.

The chest of the armor was diamond-shaped, engraved with three red dragon emblems.

The belt, shoulder armor, and wrist guards were carefully polished, and finally a helmet with dragon wings on both sides was put on.

The moment the mask fell, the whole person's temperament changed drastically.

Like a cold and ruthless iron-blooded warrior.

"How about it? This is the armor my grandfather wore during his lifetime."

Lanner was so busy that sweat broke out on her fair forehead.

"You should ask the maid to help."

Aemon couldn't bear to see the other person so tired.

"According to the tradition of ancient Valyria, before the dragon kings go to war, the first wife will personally put on the armor for her husband."

Lanner wiped the sweat with the back of her hand and spoke calmly.

"Hide and seek is over?"

Aemon teased.

"That's my mother's advice, so I can talk less."

Lanner silently tightened his cloak.

"Then why don't you come out?" Imon asked with a smile.

Lanner paused with her hands and raised her eyes seriously: "I have to put on the armor for you before I can safely let you enter the battlefield."

Aemon was startled when he heard this.

At this moment, she seemed like a big sister who loved and protected her younger brother.

Sexy becomes sensual.

"You are only 12 years old, this is not your war."

Lanner's eyes were distressed, she touched her young face with her bare hands, and said guiltily: "My mother doesn't agree with me riding Vhagar to fight, but I can't enjoy your protection safely."

Aemon hesitated to speak.

Lanner stood on tiptoes and put her forehead against her forehead: "Don't worry, we have plenty of time."

The mother talked about engagements, family marriages, etc.

It's not as important as the safe return of the person in front of you.

"Um."