Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 118 Red Wedding (Part )

After a long time, the fire in Porto Kasilome was put out.

A hundred-meter-wide Jingguan built with human heads stands majestically on the edge of the port.

Ferocious-looking human heads stared in every direction.

In the days that followed, faint screams and wails were heard.

Compiled by bards into a legend of dead pirates.

"Hiss-"

A giant bronze dragon raised its head and roared, crossing the Gulf of Pentos and soaring towards the other side of the fjord.

A giant silver-grey dragon was flying beside him.

On the sea below, a fleet flying flags of various colors transported the valley army.

They headed straight to Seagull Town in a mighty procession.

Aemon did not sleep all night, dozing on the dragon's saddle.

The pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom were pacified.

Those who disrespect him will pay the price with blood and fire.

boom--

Suddenly, a faint sound of breaking wind was heard in the bay behind us.

Aemon's ears twitched slightly and he looked in the direction of the sound.

Sea Smoke is smaller in size and hovers over the ruins.

Lannino is nowhere to be seen, probably with his father cleaning up the battlefield.

Where does the strange noise come from?
Aemon's mind turned, his eyes fell on the prosperous city of Pentos.

……

Pantos.

Prince's Palace, back garden.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A sharp hissing sound with extremely strong penetrating power was heard, followed by the dull thud of a giant object falling to the ground.

Prince Reggio, with a big belly, rushed over upon hearing the noise and froze in place.

The wedding is over and the war is won.

The joy that could not be concealed was directly shattered by the scarlet beast in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, I don't mean any harm."

A magnetic voice with a hint of arrogance.

boom--

Korak has sharp vertical pupils, and his snake-like body is slightly lowered, revealing the tall figure on his back.

Damon looked calm as he walked down the dark red wing membrane.

In Prince Reggio's eyes, it was a completely different scene.

His short silver-gold hair was combed back, his waist was straight and strong, and his left hand gently stroked the clan sword "Dark Sister".

As soon as he appeared, he seemed to become the center of the world.

The carefully laid out gardens and the palaces with carved beams and painted rafters have all become insignificant background panels.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshu roared in all directions, raised his long neck and covered the driver's head.

The crossbow arrows that were peering in secret were all blocked by its huge body.

Damon was calm and did not issue a single order from beginning to end.

"Prince Daemon."

Reggio laughed dryly and said, "What brings you here?"

How could he not recognize the "King of the Gorge Sea" who had ruled the Shijie Islands for several years?

"Talk about compensation."

Damon spoke calmly.

Reggio was confused: "As far as I know, I have never had any transactions with you?"

He owed the other party's son the division of the spoils everywhere, and would discuss it with the sea snake afterwards.

But what right does the other party have to ask for the money?

"It was a good fight, wasn't it?"

Damon said.

"of course."

Reggio smiled apologetically.

"You know, I had to fight like this every once in a while in the past few years."

Damon's eyes were sharp as he said, "Someone has enjoyed my protection, and now it's time to repay the debt."

This group of guys bypassed him and started a private war.

They are all objects of debt collection.

"But……"

Reggio was shocked. He never expected this to happen.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Korakshuu let out a hiss, flapped his broad wings, and rose from the ground like a snake.

Prince Reggio shut his mouth.

Damon raised the corners of his lips and crossed his arms over his chest.

The land of the Stone Steps Islands can no longer be claimed.

We have to start with the free trade cities.

……

three days later.

Valley, Riverdale Town.

Inside the first white wall, there were tents of tens of thousands of troops stationed in a circle.

Brightly colored flags were flying, all pointing toward the tallest and largest two-point flag.

The Battle of Pentos was victorious.

His Royal Highness the Prince waved his hand, and the army entered the Valley Town and held a celebration ceremony for seven days and seven nights.

All the troops poured in, numbering more than 15,000 people.

More than the native inhabitants of the valley town and the mountain clans combined.

Lonely Mountain, at the foot of the mountain.

"Roar——"

A huge creature was crawling on the ground, its dragon head with sparse horns resting on the rocks, looking quite lazy and old.

"Ms. Lannar, we still haven't found His Royal Highness the Prince."

Irik stood in the distance.

Lanar stood beside the old dragon, pushing a few sheep. "Is the army short of men?"

Both of them came by invitation.

Halfway through the celebration, Aemon disappeared.

Upon hearing this, Ilic said, "Sir Gunthor and Sir Jello are missing, along with the Eight Hundred Valley Knights from Runestone City."

At first, it was thought that Fu Shi City was temporarily recalled.

"Then there's no need to look for it."

Lanar looked at the dragon's nest halfway up Lonely Mountain and whispered, "They will come back on their own."

……

A celebration was held in River Valley Town, and the good news spread from Seagull Town throughout the valley.

On this day, the Waywood family sent out invitations.

Old Red's eldest grandson married the daughter of a wealthy knight and was going to hold a grand wedding.

Invite all the nobles in the valley, and hope to make it a lively occasion.

However, very few people responded to the invitation.

into the night.

Iron Oak City, Ship's Hall.

The castle was brightly lit and the hall was packed.

The melodious piano music is accompanied by a series of laughter.

Old Red attended the event in his best attire and sat in the main seat.

He had no expression on his face, just looking at everyone present with lowered brows.

He has more than a dozen sons, seven or eight daughters and sons-in-law, and even more grandchildren...

Including various relatives, people with the surname Waynwood alone filled most of the hall.

Fortunately, we have lime and honeycomb coal.

The lobby has been refurbished and the fireplace is lit with a warm fire.

"Who's here?"

Old Red tilted his head to inquire.

His eldest son was laughing foolishly and replied, "Our whole family is here."

"Idiot, I meant those nobles on the invitation!"

Old Red couldn't help getting angry.

His name day was in the middle of last month, but he chose to stay at home.

I thought we could calm down the situation peacefully.

Until a few days ago, I heard that the young Targaryen boy won the "Battle of Pentos" and cruelly piled up the pirate heads into a tall tower.

From then on he knew that hiding was useless.

It is necessary to win over the nobles of the Valley who also reject the Targaryens and form an alliance in order to protect themselves.

His eldest son shrank his neck and said, "No one came. Except for a few secondary nobles, all the prestigious nobles said they were busy."

He paused, then smiled and said, "But you have sent me gifts. It seems that you still remember the glory of the Waywood family."

Old Red slapped his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.

No one wanted to ally themselves with the Waynwoods.

Gulltown and Ironoak City successively rejected the young Targaryen boy, which brought shame to the boy.

After Runestone City gathered its army, Seagull Town opened the city gates and let them go. The Grafson family behaved like a dog.

The next target must be Iron Oak City.

The nobles of the valley reached a consensus.

Iron Oak City will welcome the opponent's triumphant revenge.

"What will he do?"

Old Red's mind was in a mess, imagining what would happen next.

Iron Oak City is so strong and the family bloodline is prosperous.

No matter what, it will not be destroyed in the storm.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed.

Old Red shuddered and looked up subconsciously.

"The bride is here." The door opened, and a freckled girl in a wedding dress slowly entered the venue holding her father's hand.

It turned out to be the testimony stage of the wedding, and the sound of the piano became as gentle as water.

Old Red relaxed his tense body and watched his eldest grandson's wedding ceremony patiently.

Nothing special.

He had been married more times than anyone here.

What really attracts attention is the bride's round butt.

"hey-hey."

Old Red drank with a smile and touched the young lady with his big hand.

The bloodline of the Waywood family is prosperous, and it is unnecessary to think too much.

After the wedding testimony, it's time for the wedding pranks.

The men carried the bride up and said they would carry her to the bridal chamber and take off her skirt.

The women grabbed the groom and untied his belt on the spot.

There were not only people from the Waynwood family in the hall, but also many merchants from the Vale of Arryn.

Seeing this scene, everyone cheered and shouted.

Old Red was used to it, but he still couldn't help laughing.

The family is reunited and three generations live under one roof.

I don’t know how many people are envious of me.

"Lord Red, we have prepared gifts for this wedding."

A businessman stood up with a glass of wine.

Old Red was very interested and said pretentiously, "I like the gift. Take it out and let me see it."

The businessman waved his hand, and a dozen people came in carrying a huge object covered with red cloth.

"so big."

The bride was lifted into the air, and great importance was attached to the wedding gifts.

The wedding prank had not yet ended, and the two groups of men and women continued to carry the newlyweds out of the door.

Boom!
The huge object fell to the ground, and the bluestone floor kicked up dust.

Old Red stretched his neck and said anxiously, "Open it and take a look."

The businessman tore open the red cloth.

A two-meter-tall bronze bell appeared in everyone's sight.

The texture of the bronze bell is rough, and it is obvious that it was rushed.

The packaging is very exquisite.

It is decorated with black roses, tied into a garland and placed on the clock.

"Send a clock?"

Old Red frowned, not understanding the meaning.

"Yes, this was sent to me by a nobleman from River Valley Town."

The merchant smiled and retreated behind the bronze bell.

Just now.

The sound of the piano changed, from the gentle wedding sound to a depressing and dull sound.

The tune is familiar.

The cellist closed his eyes and slowly played "The Rainy Season in Kaslome".

Old Red was stunned for a moment, and a terrifying thought popped into his mind.

"No!"

This is not music, it's clearly a soul-stirring song.

boom!
The door slammed shut, blocking the way out.

On the second floor compartment.

Some merchants and servants took out crossbows and shot at the crowd below.

"what!"

"..."

The members of the Waywood family had no time to dodge, and most of them fell to the ground after being hit by arrows.

Many people never understand until they die.

It was such a peaceful and harmonious wedding just now, how come it suddenly became full of murderous intent?

"Someone is rebelling!"

Old Red's eldest son was shocked and gathered several brothers to resist.

One of them picked up the table to block the incoming arrows.

But soon, white foam came out of the corners of their mouths and they fell to the ground twitching.

Not only the archers, but also the poison was given in advance.

For a moment, the guests in the hall became fish on the chopping board.

The screams and cries intertwined, forming a sharp contrast with the indifferent executioner.

Bang!

Old Red's face turned pale and the wine glass in his hand fell.

Two figures rushed up the steps, daggers pressed to his and the young lady's throats.

Old Red didn't dare to resist and kept swallowing his saliva.

Seeing the tragic condition of his children and grandchildren suffering from the effects of the poisoned wine, he was trembling all over.

"Don't worry, there's no poison in your wine."

It was the same businessman, whispering in the old man's ear.

"why?"

Old Red's eyes were hesitant and he was really at a loss.

Everything happened so fast that he still can't accept it.

The merchant explained: "You were poisoned to death first, how could you witness the scene of your own extinction?"

Old Red was terrified and immediately realized who had done such a cruel thing.

"Do not kill me……"

The young lady was terrified and begged for mercy.

In just a cup of tea, the hall was littered with corpses.

The two businessmen looked at each other, and the latter slashed the young lady's neck with a knife.

The noise disappeared.

Old Red was indifferent.

He watched his children and grandchildren die in front of him with a deathly pale face.

The merchant leaned close to his ear and spoke quickly: "Prince Aemon sends you his sincere greetings."

After saying this, he cut his throat with a dagger.

"Uh……"

Old Red's eyes were bloodshot and blood spurted from his throat.

The old body twisted and struggled, rolling down the steps from the platform, leaving a bloody trail.

Finally, he died with his eyes open.

The two merchants looked at each other, cut off old Red's head, wrapped it in cloth and took it away.

The cello stopped.

The assassins disguised as merchants and servants tore off their disguises, brought out barrels of kerosene prepared in advance, and sprinkled them all over Iron Oak City.

It was a dark and windy night with a lone moon hanging high in the sky.

Huge lake shore.

A white deer with hair like white silk lowered its head to drink water, and the blazing fire was reflected on the lake.

Aemon looked up at the sky and saw two huge figures dancing under the moon.

"Prince."

Gunthal rode forward.

In the woods behind, all eight hundred Valley Knights were on standby.

Aemon waved his hand.

The plan worked perfectly, no backup plan was needed.

Soon, dozens of assassins arrived.

Someone was holding old Red’s head, and someone was pressing down a newlywed couple.

"Leave the head as a souvenir."

Aemon glanced at him calmly and ruled: "The Waynwood family will be extinct, and the women will be sent to Oldtown to become Silent Sisters."

puff!
Gunthor drew his heavy sword and cut off the bridegroom's head.

The bride was not spared either, her mouth was opened and her tongue was pulled out.

With a scream, he fainted.

The assassins retreated one by one, each pulling out a black rose from their bosom and placing it on the heads of the two Waynwoods.

On their chests, they wear a coat of arms with a "graceful black swan".

Boom!

The towers of Iron Oak City collapsed under the fire.

All descendants became extinct, and the Waywood family was completely wiped out.

Aemon thought that was not enough, and pointed to the Black Rose grave by the lake and said calmly: "Iron Oak City is gone. From now on, this lake will be called Black Swan Lake, and a Black Rose Hall will be built by the lake."

Gunthor remained silent.

"You will be the Lord of the Black Rose Hall and establish an independent Royce family in the Black Rose Hall."

Aemon said lightly.

Gunthor looked up suddenly, in disbelief.

"The materials were transferred from River Valley Town, and construction began after the fire was extinguished."

Aemon tugged at the reins and turned the white deer around.

Pfft!
Gunthor dismounted and knelt on one knee.

"I swear to you..."

Solemnly swore an oath to be loyal to the Targaryen family of Riverdale for generations.

"I accepted."

Aemon returned the oath and drew the clan sword "Wail" to perform the ceremony.

After finishing, he calmly led his troops away.

After tonight, there will be no more House Waynwood.

The technique is not sophisticated, but it is practical.

He was sending a signal to the nobles of the Valley.

With a dragon under his crotch, he can win the Battle of Pentos.

Even if there is a dragon, it can still burn down a thousand-year-old castle.

Hopefully, the next time someone hears "The Rains of Casromae," they'll remember what happened to the Waynwood family.

(End of this chapter)