Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Wormisor was gliding at a low altitude, a pair of brown wings covering the sky, covering hundreds of miles of green ridges.

Dragon flames like copper water were splashed wantonly, like a purgatory on earth.

The Gaoshan clan has no way to retreat.

"Hiss!"

Looking at the giant bronze dragon, the gray shadow's vertical pupils were full of fear, and he huddled into the stone mine pit to catch quails.

How terrible!

This old dragon that smells like copper is more than ten times more powerful than the ugly mud dragon.

Even the owner of that putrid smell may not be as scary as it.

Gray Shadow held his head with his wings, shivering.

This is true for dragons, let alone humans.

The valley knights were all dumbfounded. They tightened their reins to control the frightened horses, and even forgot to cooperate in the pursuit.

As soldiers in peacetime, they had never participated in a formal war.

In the past, hearing about the power of the dragon was passed down by word of mouth from the older generation.

His Royal Highness tamed the "Wrath of Bronze" at a young age, and the entire Runestone City knew that the family's strength had grown by leaps and bounds.

Today, after seeing the destructive power of the giant dragon, I truly realized the height of the growth in strength.

Higher than the Eagle's Nest on the Giant's Spear!

"Hiss-"

Wormisor raised his head and rose into the sky, blowing out strong winds from his wings and knocking down the bushes, and his long and thick dragon tail lightly shattered the rocks.

Aemon clenched the handle and looked down at the earth from a high altitude.

At this time, there were flames below.

…

Next night.

Wormisor was lying on the green ridge, lazily closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Someone was watching secretly, swallowing nervously.

I saw that the body of the giant bronze dragon was completely scorched black, and it was all the ashes of the green ridge vegetation that had been burned away.

Symbolizes unparalleled power.

"Is the interrogation clear?"

Eamonn lit a bonfire and sat by the dry stream.

Steve answered truthfully: "They are the Alpine clan of the Firesmith Tribe, a medium-sized tribe with a total of 2,300 people. This time, there are 467 people wandering around for hunting."

Fireworks Department.

A tribe that is not famous among the Gaoshan clan, but has a very important status.

Like most of the mountain clans descended from the ancestors, they first worshiped bronzes.

Secondly, believe in the flame.

They are good at using flames to forge weapons, and the people of the tribe are proud of their burns, hence the name "Firesmith Tribe".

Aemon raised his eyes and frowned: "How many more people are there?"

Not far away, dozens of defeated soldiers knelt together.

Steve said: "Seventy-four people."

Under the dragon flames, there were heavy casualties.

Hearing this, Aemon frowned deeper.

What a good labor coolie, blind in vain.

"Prince, they are willing to swear allegiance to you and repay the crimes they have committed."

William ran over, exhausted and sweating profusely.

Aemon said: "Call them here."

"yes!"

Soon, seventy-four people from the Fireworker tribe stepped forward tremblingly.

"How many clansmen do you have left?"

Aemon's voice rose.

"One, more than 1,900 people."

An old man from the Fireworks Department replied, not daring to hide it: "There are more than four hundred men, and the rest are old, weak, women and children."

Aemon nodded lightly and was too lazy to talk nonsense: "Be loyal to me, or choose Dragon Flame!"

A tribe of a thousand people is very valuable to conquer.

To put it bluntly, the Alpine clan is also the descendant of the First Men, or the descendants of the First Men who were unwilling to bend the knee when the Andals invaded.

The Royce family is also a descendant of the ancestors, and he is also half of the ancestors.

Building cities and towns is easy to say, but the problem of population base must be faced.

Isn’t this what you’re here to do?

Thump thump thump…

Seventy-four people from the Fireworker tribe knelt down one after another, with reverence in their eyes, and shouted: "God of Fire, we are willing to serve you."

They believe in bronze and fire, and insist on the power of iron.

I saw a giant dragon today and was astonished as a god.

Aemon was stunned when he heard this and laughed dumbly.

William took a step forward and said: "It's not the God of Fire, it's the Dragon King!"

The voice was so loud that it was heard over a group of people.

The people of the Huojiang tribe looked at each other in confusion at first, and then kowtowed again: "The noble Dragon King!..."

Aemon stood up and glanced around, his eyes flashing brightly.

Labor Camp No. 1 is done!

"Keep an eye on them and send two people back to inform the entire Fireworks Department and ask them to come down the mountain and surrender."

Aemon warned, turned around and climbed up the green ridge.

Steve said: "Where are you going?"

"On the other side of the mountain."

Aemon used all his strength and decided to ride a dragon to inspect the new territory.

"roar!"

Wormisor opened his vertical pupils, impatience flashed in his eyes, and chewed slightly on his upper and lower jaws.

Aemon climbed the rope ladder and saw the gray and black rock debris in the dragon's kiss.

Those are the remains of dead people.

"You're not picky about food either. I'm really sorry for you."

Aemon shook his head and laughed, showing no resistance.

Dragons don’t eat whatever they eat.

The larger the dragon, the greater its feeding needs.

Wormisor had to eat more than a dozen sheep in one meal to feel full.

If you eat freely, you can eat even twice as much.

Fortunately, the larger the dragon, the slower it digests.

If you eat once in a while, you won’t be hungry for half a month.

Otherwise, the Targaryen family would really not be able to feed these dragons.

"roar!"

Wormisor glanced at the driver, stood on the edge of Green Ridge and jumped down.

One person and one dragon have not been seen for a few days, but he still remembers the inexplicable anger from the past few days.

This is not just coming to your door.

Aemon broke into a cold sweat and wiped his sweat with a smile.

Thank you for feeding this old dragon, otherwise it would be really hard to fool him.

"Hiss!"

The gray figure hiding in the corner saw the silver-haired boy flying away, crawling out, flapping his wings and taking off.

That's a long-term meal ticket, so don't lose it.

With all his strength, he caught up with the old dragon's tail.

"roar!"

Wormisor roared, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a light gray-white baby dragon, with scorching dragon flames directly accumulating in its throat.

"No! No dragon flames!"

Aemon was shocked and quickly calmed down.

Wormisor shook his body, and his brown wings cut through the clouds, finally giving the driver face.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow screamed shrilly and struggled to catch up.

Like a small fluttering moth, hanging behind the tail of the giant bronze dragon.

The breeze blew against Aemon's face, and when he looked back and saw the embarrassment of the gray shadow, he couldn't help laughing.

The size difference is too big.

Wormisor is about eighty-five meters tall, which is a little bigger than four years ago.

The gray shadow is only six meters long.

The size difference between the two sides is nearly sixteen times.

However, Gray Shadow still tried hard to catch up.

The sun sets in the west, and the sky is covered with red fire clouds.

Aemon flew over dozens of miles with Wormisor and saw the main branch of the Mingyue Mountains.

The mountains stretch for hundreds of miles from north to south, corresponding to Raven Ridge when we came here.

The tallest among them is like a spear poking into the clouds.

"The mountain is so high, it has its own natural dangers."

Aemon looked down at the terrain below in awe.

The foothills of the mountains stretch for miles.

It is adjacent to a vast and vast lake covered with green pods.

The lake is calm, reflecting the red and green colors under the setting sun.

A group of black swans wandered on the lake, causing slight ripples, lowering their heads to fish and play in the water.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor, used to being domineering, roared angrily and circled around the towering mountain.

The black swan frightened away and flew high into the sunset.

"Quiet, Wormisor!"

Aemon was quite speechless and taught the old dragon a lesson.

Wormisor punched his nose hard, retracted his broad wings, and landed on the top of the mountain.

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow hurried over and lay down on the mountainside from exhaustion.

Aemon smiled, looking down at the mountains, a sense of pride rose in his chest.

You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains.

"Look, that's the Vale of Erin."

Aemon patted his bronze scales and looked at the vast land beyond the mountains.

The area is larger than the entire Eastern Land Cape, and it cannot be seen as a valley at all.

"roar!"

Wormisor was very impatient, his bright copper eyes were cold and ruthless, and he had no interest in this.

Aemon's eyes were bright and he murmured to himself: "Open up the valley and connect the Arryn Valley and the Eastern Cape from east to west. The crops and food in the valley can be exported through Seagull Town."

"If you build a transit trade town, the tax revenue can feed an army."

This is enough to earn a lot of wealth without resorting to war.

And if...

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