Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Within a few moments, Pentos turned into a living hell.

"Hahaha."

Eamonn was so intoxicated that he couldn't stop laughing.

He suddenly discovered how refreshing the power of unreserved catharsis can be.

There is no restraint, no trade-off.

Just keep burning.

boom!

The port of Castrome erupted with roar and a tall tower collapsed.

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed the firelight in the distance.

No commands are needed.

Wormisor raised his dragon's head and soared in the direction of the billowing smoke.

The baptism of blood and fire tempers the unshakable tacit understanding.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wings glided at low altitude, and the waterfall-like dragon flame swept across the remaining defeated soldiers at the port, turning around to catch up with their companions.

There was already a one-sided crushing below.

Ilic looked at the dragon going away and shouted at the top of his lungs: "The warships are going to the sea to support the port of Castrome."

Alik, Gunthor and others obeyed the order and released the ships to go to sea.

"Come on!"

Addison became red-blooded and stayed in Pentos Port to finish.

He led the soldiers in the valley to form a shield formation and forced all the pirates of the Three Women Kingdom into the sea.

At this time, a fire broke out in the wreckage of the pirate ship, boiling the nearby seawater.

…

Port of Castrome.

The pirates of the Three Women Kingdom suddenly changed their minds, and the defenders were caught off guard.

More than a thousand garrison troops were in chaos and completely out of control.

Horton and others led their men to stick to the preset positions.

"Young men, give me a fire to burn them all!"

Recharino laughed wildly and charged into the crowd brandishing his swords.

His martial arts skills are extremely superb. His two scimitars are like crescent moons, and he can always find the right opportunity to slit the throat of his opponent.

Under his leadership, the 5,000-3 female pirates managed to outlast 50,000 men.

The cart pushing the kerosene barrel will break into pieces if it hits the shield formation.

The crossbowmen at the rear burned rockets and threw them into the sky, causing a fire.

After three blows, the port was completely in chaos.

"I stopped that pervert and held on until the prince arrived."

Holden drew out his sword.

Climb into the crowd and pick your target for a one-on-one duel.

Bang!

Recharino danced his swords with great force, beating the young knight to the point where he was unable to parry.

Holden was extremely depressed.

It’s okay to pass.

The other party's layers of floral skirts were flung towards his face, giving off a stinking odor.

"Haha, you look a bit ordinary, otherwise I would take you back and feed you well."

Rachalino smiled and his cheeks trembled wildly, and when he got excited he even took off his skirt.

The chest protector looks like a hedgehog lying down, shaking its two pectoralis major muscles.

After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, Holden was kicked backwards and vomited blood.

"Come on, don't leave any valuables behind!"

Rachalino roared loudly, obviously extremely excited.

boom--

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew in the night sky, suppressing the raging fire.

"Dragon Flame!"

The corners of Aemon's mouth rose crazily, and he was as excited as anyone else.

Wormisor was stranded in mid-air, the dragon's kiss opened to accumulate a ball of bright copper dragon flame.

Until then, the melee crowd discovered that the crescent moon turned into the sun.

Look up.

A giant bronze dragon with a body length of 100 meters spreads its wings, its ferocious dragon's kiss opens and closes to its maximum arc, and there seems to be magma surging deep in its throat.

"Hiss-"

Looking down at all living beings like ants, dragon flames are like the blazing sun raining down punishment from heaven.

Massacre!

The rolling dragon flames tilted down, instantly carbonizing whatever they touched.

Before a large number of pirates had time to see clearly, their bodies were hit by the dragon flames and burned into charcoal that broke at the touch of a touch.

"Seven Hells!"

Recharino froze in place, not wanting to remain a believer of the Seven Gods.

boom!

The bright copper dragon flame erupts in a pillar of fire, cutting the battlefield like a blade.

High and low buildings collapsed one after another, and all the waterways and rivers dried up.

"No!"

Seeing the dragon flame coming towards him, Rachalino screamed.

I didn’t even need either of my knives, and jumped into the sea with my butt between my legs.

The next second.

Dragon flames swept across and engulfed the pirates who were landing.

In this one attack, there were more than 800 casualties.

"Hiss!"

The silver wings flew from afar, breathing dragon flames in coordination.

Two giant dragons fly side by side.

The entire Castrome Port lost its moonlight, leaving only the scorching flames of dragon flames.

"Help!"

"Run away..."

The pirates of the Three Women Kingdom had no power to fight back, so they knocked over the valley soldiers blocking the way and fled like crazy.

In the end, most of the people jumped into the sea.

Someone climbed back into the pirate ship and tried to set up a boat to escape.

Aemon glanced.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar came from far outside the bay.

"Dragon flames, sea smoke!"

Under the night sky, a young pale silver dragon flapped its wings and jumped across the sea quickly.

boom!

Orange and silver dragon flames descended, burning the pirate ships one by one.

Lanino put on his armor and shouted excitedly: "Wuhu~"

The arrival of one man and one dragon completely shattered the pirates' hopes of survival in the Three Women's Kingdom.

Aemon frowned slightly.

A flash of scarlet flashed through Wormisor's copper-bright vertical pupils, scanning the young dragon hovering in the low altitude.

On this battlefield, the third dragon seems redundant and an eyesore.

"Do our job well."

Aemon patted the dragon on the back and diverted his attention.

He almost forgot.

There is also a sea support ally.

Wuwuwu——

At the entrance of the bay, the Velaryon fleet flying the seahorse flag slowly entered.

Among them, you can also find the flags of Cetiga and the Grafson family.

With the interception of the sea fleet, the war ended faster.

Before dawn, all the pirates in the three ports were wiped out.

It was still the port of Kathrom.

"Roar!"

Vormisor crouched on the ground, with one shoulder close to the ground, making it easier for the driver to land.

With the character of this old dragon, this kind of treatment was not given in the past.

The sailors of the Valerian family landed on the shore and cooperated with the soldiers of the valley to clean up the battlefield.

The wounded were treated and the dead were collected.

At the edge of the port.

A sturdy man climbed onto the shore, his face pale and vomiting water.

He was Recharino.

He luckily escaped the dragon flame, but his underwear was burned.

"Huff, huh, huh~~"

Recharino was distracted and lay on the ground panting violently.

He felt that he was about to die.

A loud footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer.

Recharino forced his eyelids to open, and his vision was blurred.

A dark figure was vaguely seen, with a red dragon engraved on his chest.

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"Spare my life."

Recharino was so scared that his whole body was convulsed, and he saw a cross-shaped white light flashing from the dark figure.

The other party said nothing and raised the white light high.

At the end of life, it was as if he had seen the black god of death.

Puff!

The white light was fleeting, and the body of the big man was separated.

Aemon glanced at it lightly and kicked the head away: "Put it away and put it on the top of the Jingguan."

"Yes, Prince."

The accompanying soldier immediately held up the head.

In the light of the fire, more valley soldiers waved their swords and chopped off the heads of the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom.

Even those bodies that fell into the water and burned to charcoal were salvaged and beheaded.

"What are you doing?"

The sea snake Corliss looked shocked and hurried over from a distance.

Along the way, a pedestal of human heads was piled up at the port of Caslome.

The valley soldiers were still beheading and piling up.

Aemon said frankly: "To deter the enemy."

"Then you can nail their bodies to the wasteland at the entrance of the bay, why use human heads to build a high wall?"

The sea snake Corliss was confused.

There was no concept of building a Jingguan in this era.

The way of tying living people to the beach like the crab feeders, waiting for the tide to drown them to feed the crabs, was cruel enough.

Aemon looked around, and the sailors of the Velaryon family were putting out the fire.

He took a deep breath and took off the dragon-winged helmet that covered his face.

His long silver-gold hair fell naturally, draped over the blood-stained red cloak, and said: "Lord Corliss, you should go and put out the fire together."

You came halfway through the battle, and you don't want to clean up the ground and still care about me?

"The war has been won, you shouldn't leave a reputation for cruelty."

Corliss gritted his teeth, his tone revealing a sense of regret.

The other party may become his son-in-law.

If he ruins his reputation like Daemon, how can he give his daughter a decent life?

"Look down."

Aemon said unhappily: "How many soldiers in the Vale died? How can the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom pay it back?"

"What does that have to do with you insulting their bodies?"

Corliss was stunned by the question.

Aemon's handsome face raised an innocent smile: "It doesn't matter, I just use it to vent my anger."

Kindness and cruelty always have to be one.

He can't make everyone praise his mercy, but he can make the world remember his cruelty.

The name of "Dragon Slayer" Aemon will be the blade for him to enter the Vale.

"You..."

Corliss' heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly realized something.

This kid's purpose from the beginning of the alliance was not to quell the rebellion of the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom.

He wanted to build a reputation.

A fierce reputation that is enough to shock the continent of Westeros.

Aemon turned around.

He held the helmet in one hand and raised the family sword "Lament" in the other hand.

In front of him, there were tens of thousands of valley troops gathered.

"Your Highness."

The Kagel brothers came staggering with blood all over their bodies.

Even with the firepower of the dragon suppressing them, the dying counterattack of the Three Women's Kingdom pirates was difficult enough.

Emon nodded gently, his eyes swept over each of his vassal subordinates one by one, and his voice was low: "The war is over."

The valley army quieted down and stared at His Highness.

"Look at the corpses around you, are there any of your relatives and brothers?"

Emon tapped his chest with a solemn expression: "They died in this war, in the war against the Three Women's Kingdom pirates."

The Port of Kaslome was silent.

Everyone lowered their heads, searching for their relatives and friends, revealing their grief after the war.

To be fair, they were all knights and soldiers in peacetime.

In the first large-scale battle, many people couldn't even hold their swords.

"Don't be sad, that's the emotion of a coward."

Aemon stepped forward and raised his voice: "Their blood will not be shed in vain. We won this victory and defeated the cunning pirates who plundered our compatriots in the Seven Kingdoms."

"They are honorable, and you are honorable too."

"Several years later, when someone asks about this war, you should stand tall and tell them that you fought for a dragon king and cut off the heads of every pirate."

The voice was loud and reached everyone's ears.

The army of the valley was slightly absent-minded, wiping the blood off their faces, and replacing them with determination and hatred.

The way to transfer one emotion is often another emotion.

Aemon saw it and raised his arms and shouted: "Tell me, this victory that will be sung by everyone, who are you fighting for!?"

Silence for a few seconds.

"Aemon Targaryen!"

Someone stood up and shouted the young prince's name.

Aemon continued to shout: "Louder, who are you fighting for!?"

"Aemon Targaryen!"

This time, the shouts were like thunder.

The entire Vale army united as one, looking at the silver-haired figure in front of them.

The sacrifice of war is inevitable.

Fighting side by side with a Targaryen dragon king is an honor enough to brag about for a lifetime.

Aemon raised "Lament" and shouted repeatedly: "Who are you fighting for!?"

"Aemon Targaryen!!"

Ten thousand voices responded, and the sound resounded for dozens of miles.

"Hiss--"

"Hiss!"

Vormithor and Silverwing roared to the sky, spewing out two dragon flames that cut through the night sky.

In an instant.

The sun rose on the seashore, bringing the dawn.

This light fell and shone on one person.

Aemon held the sword with one hand and responded: "You fought for Aemon the Dragon Slayer, experienced the trials of blood and fire, and history will remember it forever!"

Wherever his eyes looked, the light spread along the silver-gold hair to every corner.

Illuminating the white knights guarding on both sides, illuminating the ruins of the battlefield, and illuminating the blood-stained armor of tens of thousands of valley troops.

Ten thousand people have ten thousand ideas.

At this moment, ten thousand ideas merged into one.

"We remember!"

The valley army shouted at the top of their lungs, and unprecedented power emerged.

Corliss witnessed the whole process, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Aemon turned around and said, "Lord Corliss, you are old."