Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 102 "Bronze Fury" awakens!
Aemon read it through, anger building in his chest.

"Damn it, I've only been honest for a few years!"

Those damn pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom actually forced Seagull Town to close its port.

It also stuck his city-building materials for next month.

Are they all a bunch of trash!

Steve said, "Prince, Sir Ryan is arguing with Earl Graveson about letting our construction materials go ashore first."

"Why did Seagull Town stop our goods?"

Jane Sifu frowned, keenly aware that something was wrong.

Yimeng held the letter in his hand and sneered, "Money can attract people's attention. Some people want to take advantage of it and make money."

The building materials in River Valley City are easy to deal with, once a month is not noticeable.

There was not enough material to build two walls.

A stream of long blue bricks was transported to the river valley every now and then.

Not to mention the food provided to the 5,000 laborers, which was shipped ashore in boatloads.

It's not surprising that some people become jealous when they see this.

"Prince, do you need to notify Madam Leia to negotiate?"

Jane Sifu was clear-headed and the first thing she thought of was to ask her elders to help resolve the issue.

"it's useless."

Yimon's eyes were cold, and he said, "Instead of wasting time, I'd better negotiate in my own way."

After saying this, he walked straight towards Lonely Mountain.

……

Solitary Mountain, halfway up the mountain.

Aemon grabbed the rock wall and climbed higher and higher.

Looking down at the ground below, I saw the steep and rugged mountain with many large and small mines dug out.

Solitary mountain is a high mountain.

The blacksmiths' union mined a natural copper mine, which he named himself.

It means isolated from the world and towering to the top.

A great name for a high mountain where a dragon lives.

Pfft!
Aemon rolled sideways and into the dragon's nest filled with a faint smell of sulfur.

no way.

Womisoer slept for three months without waking up.

Silver Wing is a homebody dragon, and no one can command him.

Gray Shadow is simple-minded and refuses to let the Targaryens ride their dragons.

You can only climb the mountain with bare hands.

"Roar……"

I got up from the ground and heard heavy, powerful breathing.

With a determined look in his eyes, Aemon strode towards the depths of the dragon's nest.

His cargo ship was blocked in Seagull Town. This was the first time that the nobles of the valley attacked him.

He is very angry now, and he should be angry.

When anger fills my heart, the string in my mind is gently plucked.

The dragon has been silent for a long time, it's time to wake up from its slumber.

Aemon walked heavily, avoiding the piles of black dragon shit produced by Silverwing.

He left it untouched, lest there might be a dragon egg hidden inside.

Silver Wing has a gentle personality. After his partner fell asleep, he dug another cave deep in the dragon's nest, and got used to his partner guarding in front.

A ray of breeze blew by.

Ring~~
From the only area of ​​the Dragon's Nest where light was shining, a clear and pleasant bell sounded.

Aemon looked up.

On a bronze branch, a small copper bell swayed in the wind.

"Can you make a sound?"

Aemon was puzzled.

I remember that half a month ago, this bronze bell was still dead and there was no sound when it was shaken.

He had no idea what power the bronze sacred tree had.

But he could feel that this bronze life, known as a "holy object", was constantly accumulating strength.

And this power is closely related to River Valley Town.

Aemon paused for a moment and continued walking deeper into the dragon's nest.

The most urgent task is to retrieve your goods.

And make those who dare to extend their claws pay the price with blood and fire.

"Roar……"

In the darkness, my breathing became heavier.

Aemon stopped and stared straight ahead.

The vision is obstructed and I can't see clearly.

The outline of a giant bronze dragon can be vaguely seen, and a scorching breath hits you in the face.

"Three Women's Kingdom, Seagull Town..."

Aemon chanted once, then closed his eyes.

Anger surged in my heart and I gently raised one hand.

Suddenly, the heavy breathing stopped.

Rumble!
The huge body, as big as a mountain, swayed slightly, shaking off a layer of rock fragments, and the thorn-like horns smashed the stalactites in the cave.

The entire dragon's nest was shaking slightly, as if its anger had accumulated to the point of erupting like a volcano.

Swish!
A pair of bright copper vertical pupils suddenly opened, as if endless copper water was surging, containing the cruelty of burning everything.

"Long time no see, Wormisol!"

Aemon's eyes sparkled and he greeted them immediately.

Womisoel glanced with his pupils erect, his jagged fangs exposed and the scales of his jaw plowing a trail of scratches.

Immediately, the ferocious dragon kiss with scars left on it hit the driver's raised palm.

It woke up.

"It looks like you slept soundly."

Yimon did not forget to tease, with a smile on his lips.

……

After a while.

"Hiss-"

A roar as loud as thunder erupted, and the deep sound waves spread over dozens of miles, startling countless living creatures and plants.

With Lonely Mountain as the center, the continuous clouds and mist suddenly disappeared.

It seems to be announcing to the sky and the earth that the "Wrath of Bronze" has awakened at this moment.

boom!
Wormisol spread a pair of broad wings, and the brown wing membrane covered the sky, enveloping the majestic town at the foot of the lonely mountain.

next second.

Its hind legs let go of the rocks on the edge of the dragon's nest, and the entire dragon fell freely like a meteor, then spread its wings and raised its head upward.

In an instant, the sky above River Valley Town darkened.

The working people looked up, only to catch a glimpse of the majestic chest that looked like a bronze wall, and in the blink of an eye, only a thick and long dragon tail was left.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Aemon lay on the dragon's back, shouting orders.

"Hiss-"

Womisol raised his head and roared, flames emerged from the depths of his throat, and the bright bronze dragon flame rolled out like an exploding furnace.

Against the backdrop of the fire, the figure looked even more majestic.

"Hahaha."

Aemon felt the long-lost heat and understood the changes in the dragon under his crotch.

Just looking at the majestic and domineering dragon head, it is more than a circle larger than before it fell asleep.

If we take the total length from head to tail, it is even bigger. A rough observation shows that it is at least over 100 meters long.

A dragon's lifespan is hundreds of years. A hundred years old and a body size of one hundred meters are both crucial shackles.

Vhagar is over 160 years old and only about 130 meters tall.

And Womitsor is now in his early eighties, and his stature has already surpassed the 100-meter mark.

It can be predicted that it will be a terrifying dragon that surpasses the "Black Death" Balerion.

"You hardly look like an old dragon anymore."

Aemon smiled broadly, stroking the bronze scales that were a grade thicker.

"Roar!"

Womisol growled, full of pride.

As the body size increases, various physical indicators are improving.

The bronze scales became thicker and thicker, and the original roughness disappeared, turning into a sharp metallic luster.

This is a subtle change after life is sublimated.

The most intuitive feeling is the appearance.

When a dragon is about a hundred years old, it will grow larger and larger, and its body will gradually show signs of aging.

For example, sagging skin and sagging jaw.

Womisol is very talented and his size far exceeds that of a second generation dragon.

When Aemon tamed it, its jaw dropped slightly.

Today, its jaw fits tightly and its thick and long neck is flexible and pliable, like a young dragon in its decades-old glory.

"Hiss-"

Womisol flapped his wings, and his huge body soared into the sky, spinning in the air and performing difficult moves.

This is a flying posture that was only possible in the past.

"Fly, Vermithor!"

Aemon opened his arms and felt the wind on his face.

The speed is constantly increasing, gradually breaking through the wind resistance and making an explosive sound.

It is not true that dragons get slower as they get older.

The larger the dragon, the faster it can fly.

What really makes them slow is the loss of flexibility after becoming too big.

Womisol regained his vitality, his speed and flexibility increased simultaneously, and he couldn't help but show his fangs.

In a blink of an eye.

A man and a dragon flew out of the valley and soared towards the east.

……

Crab Bay.

It borders the Gorges Sea to the east and faces the Crab Claw Peninsula across the sea.

"Hiss-"

A giant bronze dragon rushed past, its broad wings cutting through the thick clouds.

Aemon crouched down, looking down at the endless sea below.

In fact, the Freehold Empire of Old Valyria was composed of forty dragon king families, land-owning nobles, and many sea families.

The Dragon King family occupies the main position, and the other two parties provide supplies and open up routes.

The once conquered western continent of Essos was a prototype city-state that relied on many maritime families to blockade shipping routes and conquer one free trade city-state after another.

To this day, the Targaryens are the only remaining family of the Dragon King.

Of the many sea families, only the Velaryon and Celtigar families remained.

"If the Targaryens do not take the initiative to expand outward, they will only decline and perish."

Aemon knew the direction of history and was determined to conquer the Vale.

The dragon kings of ancient Valyria have proven a truth.

Eggs cannot be put in one basket.

"Roar!"

Womisol's pupils narrowed, and he flapped his wings to lower his altitude, turning his head to stare at a patch of hazy clouds that he could not get rid of.

"Is there something?"

Aemon understood the meaning.

boom!
Layers of clouds and mist suddenly parted, and a huge monster rushed out, roaring like thunder.

"Roar——"

Vhagar's pupils were cold and upright, and his huge body broke through the clouds and soared over the head of the bronze dragon.

Womisoel was instantly enraged, and bright bronze dragon flame accumulated in his throat.

"No! Wormisool!"

Aemon pulled the saddle rope and controlled the bronze dragon to turn around.

at the same time.

A familiar magnetic voice sounded, calling out to the giant dragon under his crotch.

"Stop, Vhagar!"

Very anxious, fearing that a bloody dragon fight would occur.

Aemon turned his head.

Lanar was patting the old dragon's back when she saw Vhagar's figure swooping down.

"What the hell, the Battle of Crab Bay?"

Yimon's face darkened and he couldn't help but complain.

Vhagar was just showing off his power against a small dragon, but he could cut the dragon into pieces with one bite, which was five times his size.

Do you dare to measure the strength of Womisol?
"Roar!"

Womisol shook his dragon head agitatedly, dragon flames emanating from his dragon's mouth, and he tried his best to suppress his anger.

Aemon whispered soothingly: "Quiet, Wormithor. Don't be disturbed by the outside world."

Lao Long has a bad temper.

But if one can control his temper, then man and dragon can become one.

Unleash the power of one plus one being greater than two.

"Roar——"

When Vhagar was close to the sea surface, his huge body turned sharply upwards, and his thick dragon tail stirred up huge waves.

Spread its wings and soar into the sky again.

Lanar saw Aemon comforting Wormithor and shouted, "Sorry, Vhagar is used to being domineering."

"I'll wait for you in Seagull Town."

After saying this, he swung the whip and hit the old dragon on its back.

Vhagar's vertical pupils remained indifferent. Feeling the familiar frequency coming from his back, he turned around and soared towards the land.

"This old dragon's temper is really hard for its rider to handle."

Aemon couldn't help but scoff.

Vhagar and Vermithor are different.

It was the first generation of dragons hatched on Dragonstone and lived in an ownerless state for decades.

It was not until Aegon the Conqueror tamed Balerion the Black Death that his sister Queen Visenya tamed the masterless Vhagar.

Over the years, Vhagar has gone through three generations of masters.

They have a strong sense of self-awareness and will act independently at critical moments.

Lannar couldn't quite control it.

"You can't follow suit."

Aemon looked at Wormithor and raised his hand to point.

"Roar!"

Wormisol became impatient and chased after the old dragon.

Aemon touched his chin and found that the dragon under his crotch had improved in temper.

The blood source fruit was not fed in vain.

(End of this chapter)