Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 152: Vhagar is asleep!

"Wait, cousin."

Lannino was no fool, and he quickly stepped in front of him.

Imon ignored him and asked Lanar beside him: "Who am I?"

"What do you say?"

Lannar rolled her eyes, walked quickly forward, held the other person's face and gave him a passionate kiss.

The future son-in-law of Chaotou Island.

A warm feeling passed through Aemon's heart and he wiped the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for the hospitality."

As soon as he turned around, his attitude changed: "Get out of the way!"

Lannino looked bitter and stepped aside.

The person he was talking to at this time was not his cousin, but his future brother-in-law.

In other words.

The other party has the power to deal with Joffrey.

William and Adrian supported Joffrey on both sides, causing his head to droop limply.

"Not awake yet."

Yimon treated him coldly and slapped him twice.

"Ugh..."

Joffrey's mouth opened sharply to draw in air, like a fish leaping onto shore.

After a moment's pause, he looked around.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

Joffrey's nerves were tense, and his eyes showed a mixture of panic, fear, and jealousy.

Eamon said in a deep voice: "Did you tease Miss Martha?"

"……Do not!"

Joffrey's face was bruised and swollen. He shook his head and looked at Lannino for help.

But there was a clear flash of guilt in his eyes.

"you are lying."

Yimon's face suddenly turned cold and he said suddenly: "I'm going to cut off your tongue."

Joffrey was shocked and tried to make excuses.

boom!
Aemon punched him in the mouth.

"vomit!!"

Joffrey's head was thrown back by the blow, and he spit out blood mixed with his teeth.

This is the punishment for being stubborn.

Not finished yet.

Aemon grabbed a handful of his golden curls, reached into his toothless mouth with his right hand, and forcibly pulled out his tongue.

"Woooooooo..."

Joffrey's eyes were filled with fear, and he whimpered.

Aemon let go of his hair with his left hand and took out the "Dragon Tooth" dagger from his waist.

"Wait a minute!"

Lannino was heartbroken.

A cold light flashed, and a bright blood flower bloomed on the white marble floor.

"Ugh!!"

Joffrey's eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot.

Yimon had a blank expression on his face, and his right hand was clutching a bloody mess.

Turning his head, he saw Earl Orion supporting his brother, and the old valley nobles behind him.

With a flick of his hand, half of his hot tongue was thrown in front of them.

Orion's face turned pale and he quickly retreated with his younger brother and sister.

What the hell!?
As if he could read minds, Aemon said calmly, "You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the punishment of living."

Sheltering will not offend the support of vassals and allies, but will only deepen the negative impression of passers-by.

His Royal Highness is clear about rewards and punishments.

Seeing this scene, everyone present was shocked and some even screamed.

That half of the tongue was still lying on the floor, twitching from time to time.

Lannino closed his eyes in pain, trying hard to suppress his sadness.

He had a vague idea of ​​the reason for Joffrey's drunken behavior.

She discovered that he paid extra attention to his younger cousin, and her love turned into hate and jealousy.

"Think more positively."

Lannar was surprised and comforted her brother.

Top position.

There was a glimmer of fear in Jenny's eyes, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

Rhaenyra widened her beautiful eyes and looked at the extremely shocking scene.

She is different from Lannar.

Laena had long ago witnessed Aemon behead her fiancé, the son of the former Sea King of Bravs, in public in the name of a duel.

Rhaenyra had only seen Aemon kill the Mountain Clan.

There is no comparison between the two.

After dealing with the thief, Aemon put the "Dragon Tooth" dagger back and strode towards the Corbray people.

"We accept your apology!"

Orion was shocked and quickly promised not to pursue the matter.

If one of our own people says to kill someone, they will kill him. It's so scary.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm."

Aemon stopped halfway and said to the frightened Martha, "I have accepted Lady of the Void. If you are interested in being the princess's female companion, you can follow the Runestone City team after the naming day celebration."

Martha Corbray's face turned pale and she looked timidly towards the weirwood throne.

Aemon followed his gaze and asked, "What do you think, Rhaenyra?"

"no problem."

Rainier agreed politely.

He stood up and walked down the steps, holding Martha's cold little hand and saying some comforting words.

Martha is very timid, but she admires the famous "Light of the Kingdom" Rhaenyra.

Quietly move closer and feel safe.

"very good."

Yimeng smiled faintly: "Everyone is happy."

After saying that, his smile quickly disappeared and he walked towards the closed door in front.

All the nobles of the valley huddled near the gate.

Seeing him approaching, they all dodged and squeezed out a path.

Aemon accepted it calmly and pushed the door open to leave.

boom--

Womisol flapped his wings, flew into the air, and created a strong wind.

There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

The nobles of the valley suppressed their fear and retreated to the left and right sides of the hall.

The overhead chandelier swayed back and forth, slowly regaining balance.

But no one in the hall dared to breathe.

……

in the afternoon.

The celebration ended and it was getting dark.

Aemon returned from the godswood and climbed the stairs to the guest house.

He had just met Vermithal.

There were scratches on Womisol's shoulders and neck and burn marks on his abdomen, obviously he had been involved in a fight.

From its bright copper vertical pupils, one can see the contempt after victory.

It was probably because they ran into a wild dragon and a sheep thief, and some friction occurred.

"Wild dragons are good at hiding. Running to the valley is not a good choice."

Imon was helpless.

Is the valley a Feng Shui treasure land?

All the wild dragons are running this way.

While thinking, he walked to the corner of the stairs.

Mrs. Leia happened to come downstairs and gave a rare compliment: "You did a good job today."

"Thanks, Mom."

Aemon couldn't help but smile.

"I'm not kidding, the way you handled it was very thoughtful."

Lady Rhea's eyes flickered with admiration.

Safeguarded their own rights and interests and gave dignity to the Cobray family.

From today on, the nobles of the valley will have a greatly different view of their son.

At least the smart ones do.

"Okay, this sword is yours, and don't say I'm stingy behind my back anymore."

Mrs. Rhea pointed at her son's waist and then passed by.

Aemon was slightly stunned, then touched the "Sorrow" that he had lost and found again.

The family sword of the Royce family.

My mother finally decided to pass it on to him.

Does it mean that in the other party's eyes, he is truly qualified to inherit Fu Shi City?

"Sooner or later, it's all mine."

Aemon shook his head and laughed.

Go back to the room and draw a card!
……

The next day.

The wheels squeaked as they rolled over the stones, and they lined up to pass through the bloody gate between the cliffs.

The nobles of the valley returned one after another, and the people of Fushishi City were no exception.

Behind the Blood Gate, in the wilderness several miles away.

The Moon Gate Castle is located here.

"Hiss-"

Womisol's pupils were vertical and indifferent, as he lay prone on a hillside.

not far away.

A dark green behemoth was crawling on the ground, its mountain-like body standing tall and hot air spewing out of its nostrils.

Vhagar is old.

Compared with young dragons, they prefer to eat and drink enough and reduce unnecessary activities.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Syrax and Haiyan stood in front of the old dragon, roaring at each other.

The wilderness covered with rocks has become the territory of dragons.

"I talked to Madam Jenny, and she said there was no news of the wild dragon."

Rhaenyra came slowly towards us.

Aemon joked, "The sheep in the valley are fat, so it's normal to attract sheep thieves."

A group of four people were walking in the wilderness.

After the farewell, I had nothing to do.

Lannino is taciturn and not as active as before.

The gay lover was disfigured and disabled, and was forced to return to his family by his elder sister.

He is single!

"Mrs. Jenny is shrewd, but she has a weird personality and is difficult to get along with." Lannar said in a gentle voice.

This naming day celebration was tacitly intended for Jenny Arryn to choose a husband.

Unexpectedly, something went wrong.

Jenny rejected all the invitations from men and tightly closed the gate of Eagle's Nest, as if she was on high alert.

Aemon nodded, distracted.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (43%)

Skills: Archery (never miss a shot), Horsemanship (top level), Swordsmanship (great accomplishment)...

Witchcraft: Binding Spell·Remnant (Proficient), Solid Rune (Proficient), Magical Hand (Proficient)...

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Factions: River Valley Town (main city), Black Rose Hall (subsidiary)

Equipment: Lament, Lady of the Void, Broken Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)

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

Comment: "You seem to be faced with a small decision that leads to a larger decision."

The panel flips over.

A white mist emerged, and three card-shaped shadows appeared.

Turning the two cards over, both are green quality items.

A card with only a phantom filled with mist, and the card image was completely washed away.

Below the panel.

Next to the golden funnel, [Essence quantity: 2720]

Originally 3210 points of magic essence, exploring "Lady of Loneliness" will gain 10 points of magic essence.

Now, there are 500 points of magic essence missing.

"Aemon, are you listening?"

Lanaer glared at him in reproach.

"I have something to tell you."

Aemon pulled her closer to Vhagar.

Rainier frowned slightly, feeling a little jealous.

……

"Roar——"

Vhagar opened his heavy eyelids and saw the driver and the silver-haired imp.

Under Lannar's strange gaze, Aemon took out a red exotic fruit.

Secret treasure blood fruit!

A surprise was drawn when the panel was refreshed early last night.

"Give it something to eat."

Aemon looked toward the great mountain of Vhagar.

The distribution of the fourth Blood Origin Fruit requires careful consideration.

Womisol has grown too fast and has entered a sedimentation period.

Keep feeding it and it will grow to several meters.

Aemon considered feeding it to his mate, Silverwing.

It was ultimately rejected.

Silver Wing has a gentle temperament and is not good at fighting.

In addition, Silver Wing is a masterless dragon and cannot develop emotions.

Vhagar is different.

Apart from being over 160 years old which makes him lazy, he is a war machine in itself.

Lanar was his companion, a more comforting companion than his dragon's.

"what's the effect?"

Lannar picked up the Blood Origin Fruit and observed it carefully.

Aemon half-seriously said, "Feeding it to Vhagar will restore some of its vitality."

The specific effects of the Blood Origin Fruit are very confusing.

Gray Shadow's growth did not stand out after eating it, but he became healthy and active.

After consuming it, Womisol's body grew explosively.

Vhagar is too old, perhaps he could use some time to replenish his energy.

Bo~~
Lannar put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the side of his face.

"Open your mouth, Vhagar!"

Then, the order was issued.

"Roar……"

Vhagar roared, lowered his thick dragon neck, and opened his huge mouth oozing with dragon saliva.

It smelled the aroma.

Gulu!

Lannar threw the blood-origin fruit and it fell into the old dragon's mouth.

Vhagar's vertical pupils gleamed brightly, and his huge body suddenly rose up, shaking off the sand and stones on his dark green scales.

"Roar——"

The old dragon raised its head and roared, and its huge wings with holes in them fanned out a strong wind.

Yimeng raised his hand to cover it and asked expectantly: "Can I touch it?"

"If it was before, I'm afraid it wouldn't work."

Lanar was shocked and whispered softly, "Now, it should be fine."

boom--

Vhagar raised his dragon head high and spewed out a puff of orange-yellow dragon flame with black smoke billowing, as if venting his abundant power.

"Bend over, Vhagar!"

Laena took a deep breath and gave the order in High Valyrian.

"Roar……"

Vhagar glanced at his rider and lay down again.

Accompanied by Laena, Aemon approached cautiously and held out a hand.

"Roar!"

Vhagar's amber vertical pupils were sharp and he instantly fixed his eyes on the silver-haired kid who was within the attack range, flames gathering in the depths of his throat.

"No! No Dragon Flame!"

Lanar shouted.

Vhagar hesitated for a moment, then closed the dragon kiss.

Aemon was delighted and quickly stretched out his hand to touch the thick scales on the old dragon's neck.

It feels rough to the touch, like unpolished pure steel.

At the same time, the panel prompt sound rang.

"Discover a powerful creature with special magic and gain a share of the scorching fire magic."

A ray of light red that was invisible to others floated out, circled around and penetrated into his chest.

Suddenly, a familiar warmth surged through my body.

"My physical condition has been strengthened."

Aemon closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.

If an ordinary person's physical fitness is 10, and he gains 5 points of physical fitness, his physical fitness will be one and a half times higher.

The skull of Balerion, Vermithor, Dreamfire, Silver Wings...

Includes the Harpy Horn of the Broken Horn.

It provides him with scorching fire magic or agitated lightning magic, subtly strengthening his physique.

His current physical fitness is probably more than three times that of an ordinary person.

"Roar!"

Vhagar moved his head aside as if he were itching from a bug, and plowed furrows in the grass with his jaws.

It is sleepy and wants to fall asleep.

Yimon took advantage of the victory and targeted Haiyan who was intimate with the driver.

After a while.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan opened its dragon mouth and spit out a mouthful of silver-orange dragon flame, burning several sheep.

"Eat slowly."

Lanino smiled and stroked the young dragon's white wing membrane.

Imon has already run away and called up his personal panel.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (53%)

Skills: Archery (never miss a shot), Horsemanship (top level), Swordsmanship (great accomplishment)...

Witchcraft: Binding Spell·Remnant (Proficient), Solid Rune (Proficient), Magical Hand (Proficient)...

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Factions: River Valley Town (main city), Black Rose Hall (subsidiary)

Equipment: Lament, Lady of the Void, Broken Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3)

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

Comment: "Your body can no longer bear the burden."

Turning to the card panel, the golden funnel below became brighter and brighter.

Next to the golden funnel, [Essence quantity: 2920]

"Dragons are the power!"

Aemon's eyes sparkled.

Vhagar and Sea Smoke each provide a portion of scorching fire magic, increasing blood purity by +10% and gaining magic essence by +200.

Comments section...

Aemon's eyes flickered, remembering that the stone carving of the pyromancer only had sixty dotted-line markings.

The blood of the dragon kings of old Valyria is extremely precious.

It is estimated that there has never been a Targaryen ancestor whose blood concentration exceeds 60%.

Combined with the word “burden” of evaluation.

It is very likely that 60% blood concentration is the ceiling, and exceeding it will cause unexpected troubles.

For example, physical deformity, genetic disease, mental disorder...

These family diseases of the Targaryens are also common to the families of the Forty Dragon Kings.

After all, the human body has limits.

"But now I feel good."

Aemon clenched his fists and felt a trace of hot air emerging.

That is fire magic.

The magic power that comes from the blood is excavated at a deeper level.

"Hiss-"

Suddenly, Womisol lowered his head and looked over, his bronze-bright pupils full of scrutiny.

boom--

The next second, dragon flames poured out into the air like rolling copper water.

When Aemon saw the dragon flame, his heart stopped for a moment, then began beating violently.

boom!boom!
It's like the beating of a drum, each beat getting heavier than the last.

Under the action of the heart, blood circulates quickly.

His skin was flushed all over and there was a faint heat coming out of his forehead.

"Hold it!"

Aemon gritted his teeth and persisted.

Blood concentration is 40%, able to come into contact with magic.

Blood concentration is 50%, what talents do you have?
It seems to improve the understanding of magic.

(End of this chapter)