Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Time passed slowly.

The valley, which had been in need of reconstruction, gradually got back on track.

As a prince, Yimon naturally had to lead by example.

Every day, he took turns to command three dragons to burn a batch of lime.

The people in the territory had hope and worked very hard.

More than 1,600 people were divided into three groups to perform different types of work.

Because of donkey carts and horses, quarrying and coal mining could save a lot of manpower and transport from Green Ridge and Raven Ridge to the interior.

Time flew by and it was mid-June.

…

On this day.

The three thousand young men of Fushi City and all the people in the territory gathered together in the open space at the foot of the mountain.

After one and a half months, the foundation was expanded from half a kilometer in length to 800 meters wide from north to south and 1,200 meters long from east to west.

The extra length was used to stack building materials.

The material was changed to lime mixed with fine sand and clay, and deepened to six meters thick.

It was not that it could not be deeper, but there was a rock layer underneath.

"Everyone, today the Prince's Palace officially begins construction. We invite you to witness the hard work of this period of time!"

Aemon smiled and stood in front of an altar.

The eyes of nearly 6,000 people were all on His Royal Highness and the altar.

Some people were stunned and their bodies trembled slightly.

The altar was covered with a layer of red cloth, but the outline was taking shape.

"The building of the Prince's Palace represents the continuation of the Targaryen family. The king will worship a founding hero in the valley for generations."

Aemon glanced at the whole audience and suddenly pulled open the red curtain.

In an instant.

A shiny black dragon skull with a metallic luster appeared, standing majestically in the sun.

The dragon skull was as big as a house.

A pair of dragon horns on the top of the head were bent backwards, the hollow eye sockets were narrow and long, and the thick dragon teeth were neatly arranged.

Through the dark skull at this moment, it seems that the former gorgeous appearance can be foreseen.

It was one of the three founding dragons of the Targaryen Dynasty.

The skull of the first dragon, Meraxes.

"Seven layers of hell!"

"It's a dragon..."

The people of the valley are used to seeing dragons, but this is the first time they have seen a dragon skull.

When they saw the skull of Meraxes, their knees were sore.

Lady Rhea was invited and stood in front of the crowd.

When she saw her son carrying out the skull of an old dragon, her face changed slightly: "The skull of Meraxes, the king is really willing to give it away."

Of course he was reluctant.

It was Aemon who moved it quietly, and when his uncle learned about it, he had already moved it onto the boat.

"Quiet!"

Steve shouted loudly, stopping the whispers below.

The people were silent in an instant, looking at the dragon skull with a little fear.

For the people of Westeros, dragons are like gods in the sky, sacred and inviolable.

The skull of a dragon is like a heavy hammer that breaks fantasy.

Aemon had expected this.

Why did the Dornish not surrender and invade the borders all year round?

Just because they had killed a dragon before, they lacked reverence.

In order to reduce the impact, he even concealed the news of killing the glutton, and only said to the outside world that he had killed a brutal wild dragon.

He did not name the name, saying that he had killed an adult dragon.

That was a foolish act of destroying the Great Wall.

However, the dragon skull and killing a dragon are two different concepts.

"Its name in life was Meraxes, named after the god of wisdom of ancient Valyria. It was a majestic dragon that founded the Targaryen dynasty with the conqueror."

Aemon's eyes were firm, his arms were wide open, and he said devoutly: "From now on, the valley will worship it and be blessed by the dragon soul!"

After that, he secretly winked at the white knight.

Steve made a prompt decision, drew the long sword from his waist, and knelt on one knee in front of the altar.

Plop! Plop!

Gunthor, William, and Sir Ryan, who came from afar, led the prince's camp and 150 valley knights to kneel down one after another.

Aemon turned around, knelt on one knee, drew out his bronze sword and placed his hands on his head.

If you want to act, you have to act the whole thing.

The river valley is a new territory. It can move forward for a while by relying on interests, but there will always be a time of weakness.

And if you want to mobilize people's hearts, faith is often the best choice.

Some people present believe in the Seven Gods and the Old Gods, and it is difficult to unite them.

The above beliefs cannot be used for themselves, so Aemon created a belief for himself.

No name, no cult.

Only the skull of a founding dragon is enshrined, pushing the divinity of the dragon to the peak.

It is similar to people worshipping their ancestors and looking forward to being blessed by their ancestors.

"God of wisdom."

"Blessing of the heroic spirit of the founding dragon..."

"..."

Everyone present was shocked, half-believing and half-doubting the words of His Royal Highness, looking at each other and kneeling down.

In their eyes, the Targaryen family is the "people" closest to God.

The words of a "person" who can control "God" are highly credible.

"Interesting."

Lady Rhea crossed her arms across her chest, not even thinking of kneeling.

How could she not know what a Targaryen is like?

She slept and gave birth.

That's all.

Aemon glanced back from the corner of his eye, thinking that he was halfway to success.

At this time, two people walked out from behind the altar.

Johanna, wearing a black lace dress, hung six old bronze armors on a wooden stick and stood on the left side of the altar.

Maester Mukun held a bronze shovel and knocked on a mud urn on the right side of the altar.

Boom!

One corner broke, a blazing fire came out, and fist-sized white lime balls rolled out.

Representing bronze and fire respectively.

Seeing this, Imon thrust his bronze sword upside down into the ground and shouted, "Start construction of the new city!"

With his hands moving non-stop, he turned out a red card and buckled it on the foundation.

[Qionglouyuyu]: "Card effect activated, please name your palace."

Buzz!

The red card shattered in an instant, turning into dots of red fireflies, drilling into the solid foundation with a wide area.

The next second.

An inexplicable wave spread outward from this center point, like waves of soft ripples, faintly emitting a faint red glow.

Imon was the closest, and he only felt clear-headed.

It spread all the way to the entire foundation.

The people present only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and a warmth surged in their bodies, and a lot of fatigue from many days was dissipated.

Due to the weak effect, they did not think in a mysterious direction.

It was all considered as the skull of the "God of Wisdom" Mirasis being blessed.

"Mirassis!"

"..."

Some people put their hands together and bowed devoutly.

It is unknown whether the Seven Gods and the Old Gods have performed miracles, but there are living dragons around.

They are all "gods", so why not worship one that can be seen but not touched.

"Hiss--"

On the high mountain dragon nest, Womisor jumped down, and his roar resounded through the river valley.

Silver Wing rarely got out of the dragon nest and soared with his partner.

"Hiss!"

By the riverside of the Long Lake, the gray shadow, who was about to collapse, raised his dragon head and flew high in excitement.

It should be a meal.

His Royal Highness was very generous and rewarded it with ten big fish every day for working for it.

Boom--

Three dragons soared in the sky, spewing dragon flames from time to time, as if celebrating the start of work today.

When the people present saw it, they were more determined to worship the "God of Wisdom" Meraxes.

At this time, Aemon fell into deep thought.

The red card [Qionglou Yuyu] was completely activated, and a name for the palace needed to be given.

"As a prince's palace, it must be loud enough."

Aemon thought for a long time, thinking of the joy of discovering the river valley, and said seriously: "Let's call it River Valley City."

The Runestone City of the Royce family, the Eagle's Nest of the Arryn family.

In the Westeros continent, "city" refers to a castle.

His prince's palace is named "River Valley City".

After the outer city wall of the [Copper Wall and Iron Wall] is used, the city can be called "River Valley Town".

For example, the city names of Seagull Town and Old Town.

The worship ended soon, and the craftsmen moved bricks and stones to start construction.

The old craftsman of the prince's camp asked respectfully: "Your Highness, what is the name of your palace?"

"River Valley City." Aemon said simply.

The old craftsman chewed for a while and praised: "It's a good name, which fits the characteristics of the territory."

Gorgeous words don't add points, what matters most is that they fit the reality.

Aemon smiled and nodded.

The old craftsman handed over a blue brick and a shovel, saying, "You are the master of the valley city, and you lay the first foundation stone."

"Is there such a saying?"

Emon was curious and took the two things happily.

The foundation was compacted and solid, and the positions for laying were marked with lime. Just follow the lines.

Emon was concentrating.

He dug out a white and greasy mixture of slaked lime with a shovel, threw it on the foundation and smoothed it.

Very good, a smooth start.

Emon breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the blue brick and dropped it on the slaked lime mixture.

With a little force, press and fill it.

Snap!

The hand slipped, the slaked lime mixture rubbed out, and the neatly placed blue bricks were crooked at one corner.

Emon:...

Frightened face!

It shouldn't be like this! !

The old craftsman was stunned for a moment, and then comforted him: "Your Highness, any position of the first piece is the will of the gods. You should accept it calmly and be grateful."

As he said, he picked up the ash shovel that slipped from the hands of His Royal Highness, and skillfully laid blue bricks.

The work officially started, and three thousand people rushed to it.

Some moved bricks, and some poured mud and plaster.

Skilled stonemasons and tilers took the lead and laid the palace wall along the lime line.

After a long time.

Imon covered his chest and accepted the reality of his mistake.

The Valley City is 653 meters wide from north to south and 861 meters long from east to west, covering an area of ​​about 0.56 square kilometers.

It consists of three main halls, six side halls, and large and small auxiliary halls on both sides.

There is still a central line running through it, from the main gate on the east to the last main hall.

The architectural style adopts pavilions and towers, similar to the gardens of free trade cities.

The colors are blue bricks and black tiles, with red and green.

The foundation stone and the floor are relatively elegant and solemn, paved with white marble.

From the drawings, it looks a bit like a cluster of flowers on a white porcelain plate.

Outside the palace complex, there is also a circle of towering walls to defend against enemies.

For such a large project, a brick is not a problem,

but the palace where he just laid the bricks is the throne hall in the middle of the three main halls, where meetings will be held in the future.

"It still hurts my heart."

Aemon lowered his head to prevent people from seeing his sad expression.

If someone sees that the corner bricks of the throne hall are crooked in the future, it will be difficult to explain.

"Prince, there is a letter from you."

Johanna approached quietly.

"Whose?"

Aemon took a breath, drew out the bronze sword and walked down the foundation.

Don't delay other people's construction.

Johanna followed in small steps and handed over two letters: "One is left by Lady Leia just now, and the other is from Miss Lannar."

"Is my mother gone?"

Aemon just reacted and didn't see his mother's figure.

Johanna said, "Mrs. Leia instructed that if you don't want to communicate with her, you can write a letter."

"I bet it's not a good thing."

Aemon suddenly had a toothache.

Glancing back, three thousand people built a main hall, and in a blink of an eye, they had built a skeleton.

Even the old craftsmen brought out the beams of golden nanmu to measure the position of the load-bearing columns of the hall.

The card indicated that the completion time was one year.

Judging from the situation, we will soon be able to live in the River Valley City that we created.

"Give me all the letters."

My mood seemed to be on a roller coaster, and I had the courage to read the letters.

This chapter has been changed, and the name of the palace has been changed to "River Valley City", which fits the style of the Westeros continent.