Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The civil and military officials under his command dispersed and carried out their respective tasks.

Now that the population has exceeded 10,000, it can be considered a large family.

The stone mines in Green Ridge, the coal mines in Raven Ridge, and the road construction all need manpower to manage.

"Huh, there is still work to do."

Emon held his head high and thought of the red card he got first.

With a thought, he aroused the induction in the dark.

"Hiss--"

Womisol looked down with his pupils, found the position of the driver, and carried him to the old nest in the mountains.

Puff puff puff!

The dragon's nest was covered with dust and black dragon dung was everywhere.

Emon stepped on the air and rolled around, almost falling on the dragon dung.

"Roar!"

Womisol chose to ignore it, and his huge body fell heavily.

The ground shook, raising more dust.

Emon choked and coughed, not to mention how upset he was.

He took out the red card [God-given Bronze] and put it deep in the dragon's nest.

[God-given Bronze]: "Do you want to place natural copper ore?"

Yes/No

Imon blew away the dust and nodded without hesitation.

He didn't do it before because he was afraid that there would be drawbacks in the valley. Placing a copper mine would not change the basic situation.

Now he was building a city and a town step by step, without any worries.

Buzz!

The red card shattered in an instant, turning into little red fireflies, drilling into the solid rock layer burned by the dragon's nest.

Familiar special effects, familiar sense of fluctuation.

Rumble!

The mountain shook slightly, as if a dragon turned over.

The tremor at the foot of the mountain was slight, but those who were attentive still noticed it and couldn't help showing fear.

Before he could scream, the tremor suddenly disappeared.

"Huh, it was successfully placed?"

Imon touched the rock layer and couldn't see any difference from before.

"Roar!"

Womisor's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, and he keenly noticed that the nest had changed.

People and dragons are connected in mind.

Imon was stunned and felt something in his heart.

"Yes, natural copper ore exists in the mountain, and we have to explore from the foot of the mountain."

Imon smiled slightly, feeling quite relaxed as if he was debt-free.

Finally, he made full use of the resources at hand and got rid of the poor days controlled by others.

"There is a mine at home!"

Imon said arrogantly.

"Roar!"

Womisol roared and crawled to the depths of the dragon's nest to lie down.

The driver got sick from time to time, so there was no need to pay attention.

"By the way, today's cards haven't been turned over yet."

Imon's eyes lit up and he couldn't help rubbing his hands.

For the [Magic Card Panel], he has summed up some experience over the years.

The cards that are usually opened are ordinary stuff.

Only when something big happens, good things will be taken out.

"Take a look at the goods."

Imon couldn't wait.

The gorgeous panel opened, and the white mist gathered and dispersed, lingering around the three unopened cards.

The fingers poked three times in a row, and the cards turned over one after another.

One blue, one purple, and one blue.

Pop!

Light blue and bright purple interweave, like the moon and the rising sun in the same sky, dispersing the thin white mist.

"Purple!"

Emon's eyes widened.

From left to right, the three cards are:

[Bronze Armor]: Bronze armor engraved with runes, said to protect the wearer.

Exchange price: 300 essence points

[Bronze Sacred Tree]: The ancient Valyrian dragon kings will be jealous when they see it.

Exchange price: 2000 essence points

[Second Treasure Blood Fruit]: After taking it, it accelerates the growth rate of the body.

Exchange price: 500 essence points.

"The second blood fruit!?"

Emon's hands were faster than his brain, he poked it up, turned his head and shouted: "Womithor, open your mouth!"

"Roar..."

Womithor opened his eyes irritably, revealing his jagged fangs.

A red fruit was thrown over, hit the cracked dragon's mouth, and rolled into the bloody mouth.

"Gurgle~~"

Womisol's body stiffened, his copper-bright vertical pupils shone brightly, and his scarlet tongue rolled into his stomach.

It felt the power.

"How is the effect?"

Emon asked expectantly.

Gray Shadow ate a blood fruit, which not only made up for the deficit of years of hunger, but also increased his body size by two meters.

Womisol is a dragon with extraordinary talent, and I don't know how much benefit he can get.

"Roar!"

Womisol's vertical pupils were cautious, and he roared at the driver and slowly closed his eyelids.

It was going to sleep.

Sleeping can store nutrients, and by the same token, it can also promote nutrient absorption.

Emon sensed its intention and stopped asking.

Let Womisol have a good sleep, and it will be clear when he wakes up.

"There are two more cards, the price of this one..."

Emon looked at the card panel again, his eyes fell on the brand new purple card, and he showed hesitation.

It's not that the price of 2,000 essence points is high.

On the contrary, he thought it was low.

The exchange prices of [Jade Houses] and [Iron Walls] were 4,000 and 6,000 points of essence respectively.

According to empirical reasoning:

The price of gray and white cards is the same, both around 10 points of essence.

Green is above 50 points of essence and within 120 points of essence.

Blue is above 120 points of essence and capped at 500 points of essence.

Purple is about 500 points of essence and will not exceed 3,000 points of essence.

Red is at least 3,000 points of essence and temporarily exceeds 10,000 points of essence.

He has never released gold, and the price is predicted to be over 10,000.

The price of this purple card with 2,000 points of essence in front of him can be called conscience.

Pop!

Yimon poked his finger and exchanged [Bronze Sacred Tree].

This is the first time I have encountered a purple card. There is no reason to give up.

[Bronze Sacred Tree]: "Card activation conditions, please place it on a small copper vein that is greater than or equal to a small copper vein."

"It is tailor-made for me."

Imon raised his eyebrows and put the card in the dragon's nest.

There is a piece of soil at that location, and there is a naturally formed cave above it, which can be illuminated day and night.

Buzz!

The purple card shattered in an instant, and turned into bronze particles of light, gathering into a three-foot-tall tree.

After Imon saw it clearly, doubt appeared in his eyes.

The small tree was just as thick as a wrist, and the whole body seemed to be cast in bronze, and the smooth bark had a metallic luster.

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Ding Ding!

Imon knocked with a stone, making a crisp sound of metal collision.

"Real bronze wood!"

Who would not be surprised to see it.

Looking closely, you can see that the bronze tree has three branches, each with three bronze leaves.

A branch has a bell hanging on it, a branch has a bronze bird standing on it, and a branch has a disk shaped like the sun hanging on it.

The bronze leaves are lifelike, with clear veins on the surface and a faint halo.

Aemon was surprised and said, "What is the use of this bronze sacred tree?"

The introduction was too concise, only saying that the dragon kings of ancient Valyria would be jealous when they saw it.

If it is a product of this world of ice and fire, could it exist in ancient Valyria, or even when the Valyrians just discovered the Fourteen Fire Peaks.

Or, even earlier?

Aemon lowered his head and thought deeply, muttering to himself, "Putting the bronze sacred tree in the dragon's nest is the right choice, and it must not be discovered by anyone."

There is magic in the Westeros continent, but this kind of cross-generational product is ultimately a way to cause chaos.

There will be trouble when it is born.

"There is still a long time, study it slowly."

Aemon couldn't hide his joy and checked the last blue card.

[Bronze Armor]: Exchange for 300 essence points.

He glanced at the golden hourglass below: [Essence: 127]

A month and a half ago, it was as high as 2197 essence.

Four dragon eggs provide 120 essences per month, white deer, six bronze armors, dragon bone bow, double Valyrian daggers, etc.

A total of about 100 points.

Total is exactly 220 essences.

In one and a half months, the output is 330 essences.

Just exchanged for [Bronze Sacred Tree] and a Blood Fruit, the essence number dropped sharply to 127 points.

It's over!

Back to the pre-liberation era.

Aemon slapped his forehead and regretted: "Not enough essence, I should have known not to exchange for that bronze shield."

It is said that the bronze armor that can protect the wearer is the treasure that the Royce family dreams of.

"I hope it can be refreshed next time."

Aemon shook his head and looked at the edge of the dragon's nest.

Wormisol fell asleep.

The mountain is so high, how can he get down.

…

Time flies, and another month has passed.

It is August.

The valley is busy, and there are hardworking figures sweating everywhere.

On the north side of the low city wall.

A silver-haired figure with bare arms, holding an iron plow, plowed a furrow on the fertile grass.

"Whoa~~"

The brown horse pulling the plow was whipped, changed direction and plowed the land again, and the depth and width of the furrow were exactly the same.

"Done."

Aemon wiped his sweat and smiled happily.

The valley was busy everywhere, and he couldn't be idle.

He found two old men, Black Bone and Shaga, and forged a curved plow with pig iron.

Originally wanted to make an iron plow, but the iron plow requires more efficient kinetic energy.

In Westeros, horses and oxen are more suitable for small and light curved plows.

"Prince, is this the dragon-mouth plow you mentioned?"

Johanna was in disbelief and rubbed the black-haired, striped super fat cat in her arms.

The effectiveness of this plow far exceeds the current plows of the seven kingdoms.

Also shocked were hundreds of peasant women who were specially called to watch.

They were all farmers who migrated from the northwest of Runestone City. There were more than 800 households and a total of 2,670 people.

All the men in the family participated in the construction of the city wall, leaving the women alone in the empty house.

Farmers can't be idle. When they have time, they want to cultivate small plots of land and grow some home-cooked vegetables to reduce expenses.

It was when Aemon saw them working hard to cultivate the land that he thought of making a curved... dragon-mouth plow.

The plow invented by Targaryen has some dragon characteristics.

Korakshu's dragon mouth is very sharp, like a plowshare.

"Prince, can the dragon-mouth plow be popularized?"

As the chief steward of internal affairs, Johanna attaches great importance to the land of the territory.

Yimon smiled and said, "Of course, this is the initial version. In the future, it will be made of tough wood, and the finished product will be lower."

"Your Highness!"

"Thank God for giving you wisdom..."

"..."

The peasant women's eyes lit up, and they rushed up without saying anything, surrounding His Highness.

Yimon: ...

After the warrior came down to earth, another gift from God.

It's all because I usually give cold faces to the Gaoshan clan and I'm too easy-going to the first batch of people.

"Your Highness..."

The peasant women stretched out their hands, almost crying with joy.

His Highness had promised before that he would distribute a new type of dragon-mouth plow to them, and would also allocate a group of stone-pulling oxen to help reclaim the land.

Such a kind person, the image is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The former prince is gone, and everyone calls out to His Royal Highness.

"Everyone calm down, one day River Valley will be full of fertile fields, so that no one will have to starve."

Emon pretended to be calm and said encouraging words.

But facing the raging love of the peasant women, he really couldn't resist.

And who took the opportunity to touch him.

His innocence!