Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

Emon opened two letters.

When he read the first one, he frowned slightly.

When he read the second one, his eyebrows were almost pulled into a tuft.

"What happened?"

Johanna silently admired the prince's flexible eyebrows.

"Read it yourself."

Emon handed the letter out, feeling very complicated.

The first one was from Lannar, congratulating him on the development of the valley and saying that he would come to congratulate him in a few days.

As the saying goes, no one comes to visit for no reason.

The bad woman's sudden visit must have bad intentions.

The second letter was from his mother, Lady Rhea.

There were two sentences in total.

The girl she selected from the valley was already in place and would come to visit in a few days.

Let him wash and wait, otherwise the Fushi City will cut off the logistical support.

"Lady Rhea is forcing you to submit."

Johanna was extremely surprised, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

It was tactful, and it was clearly urging marriage.

And she used the despicable method of "cutting off pocket money" that every parent has used.

It's true that the machine of the River Valley is started, and it can't run without logistical support.

"Mom is really, she will do anything."

Emon shook his head.

Johanna hesitated: "Then you and Runestone City..."

"Don't pay attention to it."

Emon said calmly: "Every son will experience the separation from his parents. Only by breaking free can he fly high."

His parents have been unreliable since he was a child.

"That's just a candidate for marriage, you don't have to do this."

Johanna said.

"The people of the Valley are like sheep, how can they accompany the dragon?"

Emon said seriously with contempt: "I can't decide who gave birth to me, nor who I give birth to."

"In between, I can decide who to give birth to!"

It's really bad to cut off logistical support, but so what?

There is a dragon under the crotch and the River Valley under the feet.

Let alone the suspension of Runestone City's funding, even if his inheritance rights to Runestone City are cancelled, it's just a pain in the fur for him.

"You are the legitimate heir of Runestone City."

Johanna said softly, like a mosquito whispering.

Aemon said: "Not to mention Runestone City, I am one of the heirs to the Iron Throne."

The valley is just a stepping stone.

If he wants, he is qualified to sit on the Iron Throne.

"If she wants to coerce, let her do it."

Aemon turned and walked away, saying calmly: "I saw this trick when I was a child, but I am not a child anymore."

...

Dusk.

It was getting darker and the work was gradually over.

Aemon walked out of Raven Ridge and found the Pyrotechnics who drilled out of the coal mine, like the people of the Summer Islanders.

"Your Highness!"

Led by the old man, the Pyrotechnics knelt down hurriedly.

Two months of labor reform greatly wore away the barbarity of the mountain clans, and they became reasonable one by one.

Aemon looked down and asked, "The tribesmen you sent to surrender have not been heard from. How do you explain that?"

"They don't want to surrender."

The old man buried his head deeply, guessing what his tribesmen were thinking.

They were abandoned.

"Lead me the way and make them surrender to the dragon."

Aemon said calmly.

After careful consideration, he planned to take action against the surrounding mountain clans.

Runestone City cut off its logistical support, which was nothing more than food and money.

He had a small family fortune, and most of the 100,000 gold dragons were left.

The 3,000 young and strong men in Runestone City did not need wages, and they mainly took care of the 1,800 people in the valley who burned lime and quarried and mined.

The average monthly expenditure was 960 gold dragons.

According to the completion deadline of the Valley City in one year, that was a budget of 13,000 gold dragons.

Enough money.

But he wanted to build more than just a Valley City, and also a city to develop trade.

If he wanted to connect the Arryn Valley with Runestone City, he had to pave an east-west road.

All this requires a doubling of the population base and the resulting increase in expenditure.

The best way to expand the population and save money is to absorb the mountain clans.

Beat them and capture them as coolies.

No money, just provide food.

"Don't say you can't find your people."

Aemon said lightly.

The old man hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, we can lead the way for Your Highness."

The Firesmiths believe in fire and are famous for having many blacksmiths.

There are giant dragons in the river valley, which are the true embodiment of fire.

If the Firesmiths come to surrender with their entire clan, Your Highness will definitely give them preferential treatment.

Who knows, they may become the blacksmith clan you have been thinking about.

Aemon smiled slightly and said, "I will wait for you by the Long Lake tomorrow morning."

It is better to fight early than late.

...

The next day.

At dawn, Cuidu had already started construction.

One hundred and fifty valley knights, wearing armor, were guarding the Long Lake early.

The Firesmiths sent out ten people to act as guides.

"Hiss--"

Suddenly, a dragon roared from the high mountain, and a bronze dragon leaped out.

A pair of broad brown dragon wings spread out, covering half of the long lake.

"Hiss!"

Another silver-gray dragon followed closely behind, slightly smaller in size, and made a sharp cry while flying.

Gunsor looked up and waved the two-part flag high: "Follow the prince and conquer the mountain clan!"

He grabbed the reins with his big hands and rushed out on his horse.

Rumble!

The knights of the valley were firm in their beliefs and galloped after the two-part flag.

The river valley stretched for three hundred miles from north to south, and there were many hidden places among the mountains.

The Firesmiths' stronghold was in the mountains south of the Green Ridge.

The army marched one hundred and fifty miles, jumped over the green ridge where stone was mined, and came south to an inconspicuous valley.

"Stop."

Gunthor ordered to observe the surrounding environment.

The valley is in a remote location, with tree-lined low peaks on three sides, giving it a completely deserted appearance.

He did not act rashly, but waited for the prince's instructions.

at the same time.

In the valley, a sacrificial event is about to be held.

The Fireworkers tribe, whose skin is tattooed with flames, builds a bonfire and places bronze vessels and beast carcasses on it.

There are more than a thousand people, including men, women, old and young.

They formed a large circle and danced in a wild style.

Beside the bonfire, there were several pillars tied up.

"Let us go, you'll attract the dragon!"

"The dragon flames will burn us to death..."

Several Fireworker tribesmen were tied to pillars, shouting in terror.

It was the man who sent the troops to surrender.

"Tell them to shut up."

Ga Gu, the leader of the Firesmith Tribe, is a tall and strong man wearing a horn helmet on his head.

The subordinates were ordered to step forward and knock the traitor unconscious with a hammer.

Ga Guhuo held up the torch with a sneer on his ugly face.

Half of his face looked like it had been burned by flames, and it was hideous and terrifying.

According to the tradition of the Firesmith Department, whoever dares to use flames to burn bigger scars will have a higher status.

"There is no such thing as a dragon, they are all a bunch of liars."

Ga Gu has a bad temper.

When he first got the news, he was so frightened that he couldn't sleep for half a month.

But the dragon never came.

As a precaution, he moved to the village several times and hid in the most secluded place.

The dragon still hasn't come!

"Light a fire and sacrifice the souls of these traitors to the God of Fire."

Ga Gu threw the torch and ordered the others to follow his example.

At this moment, above the sky.

A layer of shadow blocks the sun, and a strong wind mixed with the smell of copper rust gradually rises.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor plunged down into the clouds, covering the entire valley with his brown wings, and directly sprayed out a mouthful of bright copper dragon flames.

A loud explosion sounded.

The dragon's flames were like billowing copper water, knocking down the towers of the cottage and igniting fires, and then pouring out a golden line like water.

Ga Gu quickly turned around, and his jaw suddenly dropped.

I saw a huge bronze dragon descending, soaring over the valley, its huge dragon's snout spurting out lava-like flames.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemon lay on the dragon's back, his eyes cold.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor roared, his vertical pupils filled with cruelty, and dragon flames continuously spurted out.

Now that you have conquered, death is inevitable.

boom! boom!

With just one encounter, the dragon's flames ignited most of the village, turning the valley into a huge furnace.

"It's a dragon!"

"Escape quickly..."

The people of the Huojiang tribe were stunned. Thinking of what the traitor said, they ran away without hesitation.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Aemon looked down from a high position and said coldly: "Dragon Flame, Wormisor!"

He just saw clearly the reason for the sacrifice.

They don't believe that the dragon will come, so let them experience a battle of blood and fire.

"Hiss!"

The silver wings hovered in the air, the silver wings refracted the cold light, and caught a fleeing person on the way and threw it into the air.

The dragon kissed it and ate it with a bang.

"No no no!"

Ga Gu's psychological defense collapsed and he picked up a pig iron warhammer to protect himself.

It would be better not to shout, but shouting will lead to destruction.

"Hiss-"

Wormisor swooped down, and a puff of dragon flame struck along the sacrificial bonfire, swallowing up the frightened Gagu.

A puff of white smoke burns people into cokes.

The bonfire then exploded and flew into the air, knocking several of the knocked out Fireworkers tribe members away.

Boom!

The whole valley was in chaos, and the knights of the valley filed in from the entrance.

"don't want!"

"It's the Tin Man..."

The Huojiang tribesmen were so frightened that they were unable to form effective resistance and were blocked at the mouth of the valley, unable to get out.

Some people want to escape from the mountain path and become the meal of the silver-gray dragon.

Aemon glanced at it, and the dragon plowed through the crowd.

Crush!

No, it should be a one-sided massacre.

…

At noon, the sun is shining brightly.

The valley was reduced to ruins, with all the buildings burning and emitting black smoke.

"roar!"

Wormisor lay prone on the ground, chewing a few charcoal to replenish his exhausted energy.

The silver wings are flying low in the air, and they have already filled their stomachs.

"How many people are left?"

Aemon asked.

Gunsor ordered people to guard the prisoners and said in a rough voice: "There are less than 1,500 people, and the rest died in the chaos."

"Take them all back."

Eamonn said.

There are more than 2,300 people in the Fireworks Department, and the remaining 1,500 people are pretty good.

Gunthor was so motivated that he ordered the people from the Firesmith tribe who were accompanying him to lead the way to communicate as representatives.

Having witnessed the terror of the dragon, the survivors simply had no desire for revenge.

They all fell to their knees and swore allegiance.

Aemon had nothing to do, patrolling the valley.

The knights of the valley were divided into two groups, fifty people were searching for the assets of the Firesmith Department.

From the robbed gold and silver utensils to the grain and animal skins, they are all rare trophies.

"Hey, what a big black panther."

Eamonn walked to the remains of the campfire and saw a three-meter-long striped panther.

It should be one of the sacrifices.

After closing the distance, Eamonn was stunned: "No, it seems to be a cat."

A strong body, dark and textured fur, and four claws as sharp as steel knives.

"Isn't this Shadow Lynx?"

Aemon suddenly realized and remembered the story the old maester had told him since childhood.

The weight of the shadow mountain cat is comparable to the man-eating giant monkey in the previous life.

"Prince, we found a baby."

A knight of the valley came over, holding a black kitten in his hand.

The kitten was the size of a palm, and its eyes were not open yet.

It looked like it was born not long ago.

There was a change in the previous chapter, and the palace was renamed "River Valley City".

Sorry, there were guests at home today, and it took a while to entertain them.