Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 151: "Lament" "Ms. Loneliness"

Chapter 151 "Lament" - "Ms. Loneliness"

The speed is very fast and the attack is tricky enough.

Aemon took advantage of the situation and chose a head-on confrontation, swinging his sword hard to meet the attack.

In an instant, the green and silver-gray collided, and the crisp sound spread throughout the hall.

Bang!

Aemon remained motionless, still having enough strength to chop down.

Cohen's face changed drastically. Feeling the force transmitted by the sword, his arms went numb.

However, a surprising scene occurred.

Cohen took several steps back, with the "Lady of Silence" in his hand intact.

On the other hand, the rune giant sword held in the air had a thumb-sized gap on the blade.

The two people in the field were stunned at the same time.

"Ok?"

Aemon frowned. This was unexpected.

The rune giant sword is engraved with the "solid" rune, and is as strong and durable as a door panel.

In the confrontation that he was best at, he actually made a gap.

Cohen's eyes were solemn, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

The characteristics of Valyrian steel are that it is lighter and stronger, and after being forged into weapons, it is also sharper.

In previous duels, "Ms. Kong Ji" had used tricks to break her opponent's sword several times.

It felt like a ceramic cup falling to the ground and shattering with a snap.

But this time, the rune giant sword seemed to be covered with a layer of cork, making it dull when cut.

"Come again!"

Aemon noticed something was wrong and became serious.

"what!!"

Cohen shouted loudly and attacked the weak point.

The greatsword that intends to completely smash the opponent.

Bang!

The rune giant sword swung down head-on, and the notch hit the blade of "Lady of Silence" squarely.

As expected, the broken area was larger, and a crack ran through the palm-wide emerald green sword body.

Cohen looked shocked and quickly pulled back the "Ms. Loneliness" that was stuck in the gap.

If the opponent doesn't block it, it's like he's deliberately opening up a loophole.

Aemon's eyes were deep as he repeatedly looked at the broken wounds on the rune giantsword.

I missed it just now, but I got the feeling this time.

When the two swords collided, subtle changes occurred.

The "Solidity" rune worked, but was broken by "Lady of Silence".

"Valyrian steel holds more magic."

After Aemon thought deeply, he suddenly realized something.

The "Solidity" rune is a type of magic that is based on the special material of the bronze bell to grant magical power.

The construction is too crude.

Valyrian steel is the product of countless pyromancers and blood sorcerers during the heyday of Old Valyria.

In terms of materials and forging technology, it has achieved a cross-era breakthrough.

After all, the First Men were stronger than the Children of the Forest and the Giants, the Andals were stronger than the First Men, and the Valyrians were stronger than all races.

From this perspective, it seems necessary to get a Valyrian steel longsword.

Aemon figured it out, with a faint smile on his face, showing no sign of being affected at all.

Anyway, he is a two-handed swordsman, and the rune greatsword is just a substitute.

If it's broken, it's broken; the material can still be recast.

He is quite open-minded.

The onlookers were talking about it, saying all kinds of things.

Cohen was delighted when he saw this, and an idea came to his mind.

Looks like we can win!

Following the principle of striking at his weak spot, he rushed forward and swung his sword repeatedly.

Bang! Bang!
Imon countered the move, feeling a little unhappy.

The opponent seems to be quite chivalrous, but his playing style is indeed a bit dirty.

Without armor, I couldn't move freely.

In the martial arts competition, once the tin can is pierced, there is no need to defend at all.

It's not easy for him to be exposed in public.

"My lord, I am sorry."

Cohen played with confidence, found the right opportunity, and slashed at the rune sword that was riddled with holes.

"Ms. Kongji" drew a cold light and fell with unstoppable force.

"roll!"

Aemon was calm, bending his knees slightly and swinging his sword upwards from bottom to top.

The green and silver-gray colors, one above and one below, collided in mid-air.

Bang!

There was a crisp sound in his ears, Cohen's chest felt stuffy, and a fishy and sweet taste rushed up his throat.

His ten fingers twitched violently, and "Ms. Kongji" flew out of his hands.

It rotated 360 degrees in the air and inserted into the weirwood door frame of the Moon Gate.

Wow!
The whole audience was shocked and stared at the still trembling "Ms. Loneliness".

The Valyrian steel sword trembled constantly, making a humming sound like water dripping through stone.

"What a strength."

Jenny's eyes sparkled.

When Rhaenyra heard this, her face inexplicably turned red.

the other side.

Aemon's eyes were calm as he stared at the half-broken rune sword.

The emerald sword was broken in the middle, and the blade was covered with gaps of varying sizes.

The other half of the sword fell on the white marble floor, having broken off and flown out in the collision just now.

"Huhuhu..."

Cohen's pupils trembled, and he pulled out "Ms. Silence" with a gasp.

The opponent's sword is broken, so we must take advantage of the situation and pursue him.

If you are a step late, the opponent has the right to change swords.

"If you keep hitting me, your hand will be broken."

Yimon looked it up and down, with some appreciation in it.

Cohen gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the hilt of the sword were covered in blood.

In the collision just now, the base of the thumb was cracked and the bones were vaguely visible.

"bring it on."

Cohen's eyes were determined as he resumed his attack.

Aemon smiled slightly, threw away the broken rune sword, and took out the "Dragon Tooth" and "Dragon Claw" daggers from his waist with both hands.

He also has Valyrian weapons.

"what!"

Cohen roared, and "Ms. Loneliness" swept across the waist.

When a long weapon beats a short weapon, the advantage lies with him.

The result is exactly the opposite.

Iemon took a step back, barely avoiding the sword with his abdomen, and bent down to get behind the opponent.

Stab it!

The shuttle-shaped "Dragon Tooth" dagger stretched forward, cut open the iron ring of the chain mail, and cut a bloody wound.

Cohen groaned in pain, turned around and raised his sword.

The hook-shaped "dragon claw" pressed down and intercepted "Ms. Kong Ji" halfway.

"You have no chance."

Aemon raised his right hand slightly, and the "Dragon Tooth" slashed out horizontally, cutting off the iron ring and leaving a bloody gash in his chest.

"Sigh~~"

Cohen gasped and rolled backwards with a pale face.

When I stood up, I was already sweating profusely.

That move just now could have cut his throat.

Aemon took his time, twirling the dagger with both hands like a flower.

too naive.

I thought that without the rune sword, my strength would decrease.

In fact, holding the rune giantsword actually limits his flexibility.

With his physical fitness, he can make everything very strong.

Attack and defense are easy!
Cohen was sweating profusely, his front and back wounds were stained with sweat, and his whole body was twitching in pain.

But he did not back down and continued to look for opportunities.

Orion, who was watching the fight, was panic-stricken and held down his crying sister tightly.

My brother is already the best knight in Xinsu City, and he also has the advantage of the clan sword "Lady Kongji".

The gap is so big.

"Admit defeat?"

Aemon spoke suddenly.

There are only three possible outcomes of a trial by combat.

If one party dies or surrenders, the plaintiff withdraws the accusation and the defendant admits guilt.

He liked this guy very much and was willing to give him a chance to live.

"No!"

Cohen's hair was disheveled and he shook his head weakly.

What he risked was not only his life, but also his sister's reputation and the honor of a knight.

"You don't have to do that."

Aemon said, "Miss Martha is innocent. This trial by combat was your brother's attempt to kill Joffrey. Winning or losing doesn't mean Miss Martha lied."

Although His Royal Highness the Prince sometimes has a bad taste, he is still very protective of girls.

Who told him to live among women?

Hearing this, Cohen hesitated for a moment and shook his head again: "No!"

He was representing his brother and had no right to surrender.

Besides, he would rather not let "Ms. Loneliness" be lost from his hands than to let her die.

If you don't surrender you might die.

But surrender is worse than death.

"I respect you."

Aemon sheathed his two Valyrian daggers and waved behind his opponent.

In a duel between knights, swords must be used.

There is no honor in dying by the sword.

"Prince."

Gunthor drew out his two-handed heavy sword and tried to offer it.

"Need not."

Lady Leia, who had been silent from the beginning, spoke up to stop them. She glanced at Lady Kong Ji with disdain and said in a loud voice, "A wonderful trial by combat cannot be without the right weapons."

After saying that, he gave his servant Arnold a look.

Arnold had a stern face and brought an ancient long sword to the field.

Swish!
Aemon drew out his sword, a cold light flashed across the hall, and the water ripples on the sword began to appear slightly.

The Valyrian steel sword of House Royce - "The Lament".

"After going around in circles, you're back in my hands."

Aemon smiled and looked at his mother.

Lady Leia had a blank expression on her face, and her eyes told her to take care of herself. She would not bother to say a word unless it was absolutely necessary.

why?
It's shameful!
The man at home flirted with the girl, and the other side made a fuss about it, without any regard for the honor of the ancient family.

Half the valley will become a joke.

Imon understood the meaning, turned to look at the exhausted Cohen, and said jokingly: "We are equipped the same equipment now."

"It's not necessary."

Cohen's face turned green.

hum-

He responded with a sharp sword.

With "Sorrow" in hand, Aemon was like a tiger with wings, swinging the sword without hesitation.

After just a few moves, Koeng couldn't hold on and staggered backwards.

Don't want to waste time.

Aemon stretched out his leg and tripped the other man, who fell to the ground with a thud.

"Do not!!"

Martha outside the field screamed and struggled forward.

Orion, a grown man, could hardly hold it down.

Cohen surrendered once again, unwillingly trying to pounce on "Ms. Loneliness".

Clang!
Imon kicked it away and got out of his picking range.

"Discover an item containing magic power, gain +10 magic essence."

In front of Cohen, Eamon bent down and picked up the "Ms. Loneliness" who was lying on the ground.

"Cough cough cough..."

Cohen's eyes were about to burst out and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Aemon glanced at him, examining the two Valyrian steel swords in his hands.

Switch the positions of your left and right hands.

In the right hand is "Lady of Silence", the sword has a slender cross-shaped body and a diamond-shaped ruby inlaid on the end of the hilt.

Noble and elegant.

The left hand, "Sorrow", is basically the same in shape, with ancient runes engraved on the cross-shaped hilt.

Simple and mysterious.

He made a sword flower in each hand, wielding the two Valyrian steel swords like arms and fingers, like extensions of his body.

Aemon was overjoyed and laughed, "I lack nothing."

boom--

As emotions were rising, a strong wind howled outside the tower.

A mountain-like bronze dragon tore through the thick clouds, and its pair of broad brown wings were like a curtain, covering most of the Eagle's Nest City.

"Hiss-"

Womisol let out a long roar, circled at low altitude, and landed outside the seven tightly packed white towers.

"dragon!!"

The valley nobles sitting by the window screamed in shock and tried desperately to squeeze in.

The tower shook slightly and everyone looked.

I saw a huge dragon head hanging in the air, and a pair of cold and ruthless bronze vertical pupils stared at the people in the hall through the glass window.

The dragon's mouth split into a cruel arc, revealing jagged fangs.

It's like staring at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

"No! Run!"

The nobles of the valley were terrified and fled in panic.

It is impossible for anyone to remain unchanged when facing a dragon.

Either conquer it or be terrified.

"Your Highness the Prince!"

Jenny's face changed drastically, and she clasped the hem of her skirt with both hands.

The dragon is intimidating.

But since the days of Aegon the Conqueror, dragons have bared their fangs time and again, without a dragon rider present.

Especially each time is more ferocious than the last.

It was hard for her not to see this as a form of intimidation.

"Quiet, Vermithor!"

Aemon turned his head and shouted, his eyes facing the calm bronze vertical pupils.

"Roar!"

Womisol stretched his neck and knelt on the ground obediently.

The dragon's head was still facing the window, its huge body standing shoulder to shoulder with the slender white tower.

Aemon frowned slightly and found that the bronze scales covering Wormisol's shoulders and neck had marks of scratches.

A fight broke out!
It was out of sight for several days and no one knew where it went.

"Roar!"

Wormithor snorted heavily and stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick the dragon kiss.

If you look closely, there seems to be blood stains in the gaps between the scales.

Aemon thought thoughtfully.

A man and a dragon have been together for eight years, and their personalities become increasingly compatible.

He was in a very good mood, and Wormisol was also affected.

Wormisol probably had some gains, which was why he rushed over so aggressively.

But it's too late to say anything now.

The nobles in the hall were terrified and huddled at the door, trembling.

The noble ladies and young ladies on the second floor were in an even worse state, all lying prone on the white marble floor.

Some brave enough drew their swords and cautiously aimed them at the bronze dragon outside the tower, but none of them dared to move forward.

"Don't be afraid, we are all here, the dragon won't hurt anyone!"

At the critical moment, Lannar stood up and revealed her identity.

Her words awakened Rainier and Lannino.

The former had a cold expression and tapped the hem of her skirt lightly with her fingers.

The latter was so excited that he wanted to rush out and ride the Shanghai Yan.

Dragon riders, high numbers, etc.

The trial by combat continued.

"Sorry, something unexpected happened."

Eamonn walked towards Cohen, with the "Ms. Empty" pressed against his chest.

Cohen climbed up, panting, but he was no longer able to resist.

"You're going to die."

Imon had a look of regret on his face, with "Sorrow" across his neck.

A victim of power.

Jenny represents the orthodoxy of Eagle's Nest, while Riverdale is a rising star.

Count Orion was the first to come forward from the radical faction.

The one who sticks out is not smart enough and will not let go.

This annoyed Jenny, who proposed a trial by combat solution.

Trial by combat is no joke.

If one party proposes it, the other party has no reason to refuse.

Unless there is something to hide, the previous accusations were false.

Orion had to agree with gritted teeth, and Cohen became the scapegoat.

“I hope you can keep your promise.”

Cohen smiled miserably and lowered his head in resignation.

The only thing he was unwilling to accept was losing the family sword that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"You! Lost!"

Eamon suddenly raised his voice and walked around behind Cohen.

Jenny stared closely and couldn't help breathing heavier.

Lady Rhea frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.

The radical valley nobles were all in panic, and a few women closed their eyes, not wanting to see the bloody scene.

"Woooooooo..."

Martha's mouth was covered and tears fell.

Orion's face turned pale, like a clueless bear.

In the gap between his lifeless eyes, he met a pair of playful purple eyes.

Aemon smiled and raised the "Sorrow" high in his hand.

The next second, it would pierce Cohen's neck.

"I surrender!!"

Orion couldn't hold it in any longer and shouted with a trembling voice.

Jenny turned back suddenly and asked coldly, "Are you sure you will lose this trial by combat?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Orion let go of his sister and said dejectedly, "We are the ones who pushed the envelope and were willing to accept defeat and the gamble."

This trip to Eagle's Nest has been a complete success.

He failed to win the favor of Lady Jeyne, nor was he denounced as an alien Targaryen prince.

We can no longer lose our brothers just because of a fight.

"very good."

Jeyne quickly adjusted her expression and pronounced the verdict: "In this trial by combat, the accused wins. Ser Joffrey is not guilty."

The words fell.

Eamon leaned over and whispered in Cohen's ear: "I saved your life."

Cohen closed his eyes and held back his tears, choking up and saying, "Thank you."

"If you lose the trial by combat, it will be difficult for you to survive in Xinsu City in the future."

Yimeng smiled and poached openly: "Don't run around after your injury is healed. I will hold a martial arts competition in River Valley Town in a while."

After leaving the Eagle's Nest, he will pick radicals to expand his base.

With a large territory, it is inevitable to recruit talents from all sides.

In the eyes of His Royal Highness, the fighting power is divided into "top", "expert" and "just for the sake of numbers".

Kerr and Damon are in the top tier.

The Kingsguard is at least a top-level expert.

This stupid crow is pretty good, and his martial arts skills can be called that of an expert.

Among his vassal states and allies, there are not many who are more powerful than him.

The sword moves are flexible and the movements are varied.

Even if Gunthor, a top goalkeeper, uses his clumsy two-handed heavy sword, he may not necessarily win.

"I will."

Cohen's lips moved slightly, and he uttered helplessly.

"Know the times."