Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 115: The Lightning Power of the Harpy

Aemon looked closely.

The horn was about one foot long, with a crack on the thin end, and the whole thing looked like a bent horn.

If you look closely, you will find rows of mysterious runes in tiny characters engraved on the surface, which contain some special power.

"This is?"

Aemon was attracted to the material again and reached out to touch it lightly.

He remembered.

Later descriptions of House Celtigar seem to include a Valyrian steel axe and a horn for summoning sea monsters.

"Discover the remains of a creature that contains special magic power, and obtain a portion of restless lightning magic power."

The horn emitted a flash of silver light, which pierced into his chest like lightning.

Aemon felt numb all over, as if he had been struck by an electric current.

It hurts a little.

All the muscles, bones and skin in his body were swelling as if they were about to burst out of thin air.

In this absurd feeling, the lungs pump like a blower, accelerating the circulation of blood throughout the body.

The body's strength is constantly condensed like peeling off silk threads from an onion.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Aemon stood there in a daze, staring at the broken horn.

Bartimos called out again and again to bring him back from his trance.

"No, I'm fine."

Aemon was in a trance for a moment, then forced a smile.

Bring up the [Magic Card Panel].

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (42.5%)

Skills: Binding Spell "Cripple" (proficient), Archery (Always Hitting the Target), Empty Hands (proficient)...

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Equipment: Valyrian steel longsword "Lamentation", dual Valyrian daggers, sapphire amulet (2/3)...

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "You seem to have found something good."

Aemon frowned slightly and found that the purity of his bloodline had increased by 1%.

Flip over the card panel.

The three revealed magic cards, one white and two green, were useless.

His eyes fell on the golden hourglass below: [Essence Quantity: 877]

After exchanging [Mithril Beans], there are 47 points of essence left.

Three and a half months have passed since Rainier left, and 770 points of essence have been collected.

Touch the Valyrian Axe "Crab Claw" for 10 Essence.

The total should be 827 points.

It is now 877 essence, proving that the Broken Horn provides an additional 50 essence worth of lightning magic.

"What is lightning magic?"

Aemon was confused.

The panel prompt sound is "Remains of creatures containing special magical powers", which is the same as Balerion's skull.

The skull of Meraxes and the corpse of the glutton did not trigger.

"I'm glad you're all right."

Bartimos breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were taken away by the horn."

Aemon asked, "The origin of this horn is not simple."

"It is made from the horn of a harpy."

Bartimos made a startling statement.

Aemon searched his brain for knowledge: "Isn't that the god believed in by Slaves Bay?"

There are many strange gods believed in all parts of the world. The Slave Bay has worshipped the harpy since ancient times.

Bartimos closed the box and narrated, "Even powerful magical creatures like dragons exist, so it's not surprising to hunt a harpy."

This horn, including the axe handle of "Crab Claw", were taken from the horn and thigh bone of the same female harpy.

It was the Free Fortress Empire era when forty Dragon King families coexisted.

The ancient Ghis Empire in Slaver's Bay still exists and will never surrender to the Dragon Kings.

The ancient Ghis Empire, the predecessor of Slaver Bay, believed in the harpy.

In the final war, several harpies were summoned to join the fight.

Those monsters are skilled in the magic of fire and thunder.

The males have shackles on their feet and no horns on their heads.

The female has two horns on her head and her shrill voice is said to be able to captivate people.

Very powerful, and very scary.

But in front of the giant dragons driven by the Dragon Kings, they were crushed like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, leaving only their gnawing corpses.

Since then, the harpy has become a creature of legend.

"I never thought that harpies have different genders."

Yimon was skeptical, feeling as if he had heard this story before.

Bartimos smiled and asked, "Have you ever heard of Yi Ti or the Five Forts?"

"of course."

Aemon was well versed in history: "The Yi Ti Dynasty in the eastern continent of Essos, the Five Ramparts were five fortresses they built that were similar to the Great Wall."

When reading history books, I specifically studied the part about Yi land.

The customs and culture of that place are simply a replica of ancient China.

"Yes, that's it."

Bartimos asked again: "Have you heard of the eight thousand year old legend of the White Walkers?"

Aemon nodded slightly.

"What if I say that all of that is true?"

Bartimos looked solemn and said, "The Five Fortresses exist because the Yi people want to stop the indescribable invaders from the Gray Wasteland."

Similarly, the Wall was built by the people of Westeros to stop the legendary White Walkers.

Yimeng's heart was in turmoil, but he pretended to be calm: "You have such a deep understanding of history."

At least he knew that the White Walkers were real.

Bartimos realized that he was being too serious, so he smiled and said, "This is not something from our time, you can treat it as a joke."

"No, I believe it."

Yimon really believed it and wanted to know more.

Bartimos looked up at the sky and sighed, "I really don't know what the exile Enar was thinking. After migrating to Westeros, he ordered people to burn all the ancient books of our three families. A lot of history can only be passed down orally, and even more has been forgotten."

House Velaryon and House Targaryen have been intermarried for generations.

The closer you get, the less you can hide.

The Setiga family guards Crab Island alone, and each generation of the family head can still grasp some basic information.

Otherwise, no one will ever remember the glory of the Freedom Fortress Empire.

After sighing for a while, he showed a sly smile and said, "If you are interested, the Celtigar family's library will be happy to open it to you."

"I will come."

Aemon promised.

He knows the direction of history and is full of doubts about some mystical things.

For example, after the "Dance with the Dragons" ended, why no real dragons could hatch from dragon eggs?

The hatched dragons will die from various deformities and diseases.

If there really is such a thing as a "magical tide", then the Targaryen family would undoubtedly be in a precarious situation as they encounter the "low tide".

Seeing this, Bartimos smiled even more.

The Celtigar family has been silent for a long time, and it is time for them to return to the public eye. It seems that the other party accepts his kindness.

Aemon pointed at the box and said bluntly: "Can you lend me this horn to study for a while?"

"This……"

Bartimos hesitated and said, "It's not impossible, but it doesn't have the abilities that the rumors say it has."

This is a secret of the House of Setiga.

When the ancient Ghis Empire was conquered, the Setiga family was a sea family under the command of another powerful Dragon King family, and they played a great role on the battlefield.

During the distribution after the war, he was lucky enough to get half of the wreckage of the Harpy.

As we all know, the most powerful force in the Dragon King family is the dragon.

The top dragon king families would hire fire sorcerers and blood wizards to work together to forge the "Dragon Horn" to facilitate the control of giant dragons.

The ancestor followed suit and thought that the sea family should also make a similar magic prop to control the most powerful creatures in the sea.

That is, "sea monster".

The harpy's voice has the power to capture souls, and the horn made from its horns has a similar effect.

After paying a huge price, our ancestors were halfway to success.

During a voyage, the horn summoned a sea monster from the deep sea, but was unable to control it.

The ancestor managed to escape with his life, but when he returned he broke the horn.

Completely reduced to mortal.

"It doesn't matter. I just like antiques."

Aemon said with a smile.

Bartimos couldn't refuse, so he handed the box over with both hands: "Please keep it properly."

After all, it is a family heirloom that has been passed down for countless generations, so I have a strong attachment to it.

……

A few more days passed.

Many major events took place on both sides of the Strait of Malacca.

Prince Reggio of Pentos ordered the purchase of gold and silver utensils and held the most grand wedding in history.

For this purpose, the large ships of Pentos sailed back and forth between the two sides of the strait every day.

In fact, small batches of soldiers from the valley were transferred to the port of Kaslome.

at the same time.

The maritime coalition forces of Chaotou Island patrolled the western coast of the strait every day and had conflicts with the three female pirates many times.

Like a frog in boiling water, the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom were forced to limit their range of activities to the eastern coast of the Gorges.

The only purpose is to coerce and bribe the three female kingdoms to plunder Pentos.

Thus falling into a trap set by many parties.

Crab Island, port.

Large ships docked to unload their full loads of supplies.

Aemon sat on a sand dune, listening to the sea breeze and the waves, concentrating on studying the broken horn.

He has his own little thoughts.

Rumor has it that the horn can summon sea monsters, but I wonder if it will work if a dragon hears it?
Is it possible to imitate the keel whistle to convey instructions more accurately?

"Still studying this horn?"

Lannar walked over slowly, her white dress highlighting her calm, elegant and noble temperament.

Aemon curled his lips: "Isn't this the respected Miss Lanner? When are you free to come out for a walk?"

The sarcastic tone was truly inherited from Madam Rhea.

"You're going to go to war, so I have to come and see you."

Lannar was not angry, because she knew what made the other person angry.

He has been hiding from Aemon all this time.

"busy?"

Aemon glanced over and saw the outline of a pair of long legs faintly visible under the white skirt.

Lanar said softly, "Father told me that you would leave today."

"Yeah." Aemon nodded.

The soldiers in the valley have almost been transferred, so he will ride his dragon out tonight under the cover of night.

"Are you going to wear this?"

Lannar squatted down and tugged at his black coat.

Aemon raised an eyebrow.

has a problem?
His Royal Highness the Prince has been following his heart since he was young, and has acquired many life-saving skills.

The skin is thicker than the armor.

"follow me."

Lanaar pulled him up and turned back to the Krabby Patty.

Seeing that Aemon didn't move, he crossed his arms over his chest with a helpless look in his eyes.

With her tall figure and mature face, this expression is simply unfair.

His Royal Highness was shaken.

You are so right, Xiong Da.

Return to the castle.

In the simple bedroom, the maid was driven out.

Aemon allowed himself to be manipulated, wearing a black and red armor made of black steel and a bright red cloak.

The chest of the armor is diamond-shaped and engraved with the three-headed red dragon clan emblem.

The belt, shoulder armor, and wrist guards were meticulously polished, and finally a helmet with dragon-wing-shaped sides was worn.

The moment the mask fell, his entire temperament changed drastically.

Like a cold and ruthless iron-blooded warrior.

"How about this? This is the armor that my grandfather wore when he was alive."

Lannar was busy as a troll, with sweat beading on her fair forehead.

"You should ask the maid to help."

Yimon couldn't bear to see the other person so tired.

"According to the tradition of old Valyria, before the dragonlords go off to battle, their first wives will dress their husbands in armor with their own hands."

Lannar wiped the sweat off her face with the back of her hand and said it calmly.

"Is hide-and-seek over?"

Aemon teased.

"That's my mother's advice, to cut down on the gossip."

Lanar silently tied his cloak tightly for him.

"Then why are you coming out?" Aemon asked with a smile.

Lanar paused and raised her eyes seriously: "I have to put on the armor for you before I can let you go to the battlefield without worry."

Aemon was startled when he heard this.

At this moment, she seemed like an older sister who cared for her younger brother.

Sexy becomes sensual.

"You are only 12 years old. This is not your war."

Lanar's eyes were filled with distress. She touched her young face with her bare hands and said guiltily, "My mother doesn't agree with me riding Vhagar into battle, but I can't enjoy your protection in peace."

Aemon hesitated.

Lanaer stood on tiptoes and put her forehead against his. "Don't worry. We have plenty of time."

My mother talked about engagement and family marriage and so on.

Nothing is more important than the safe return of the person in front of you.

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)