Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 163: Taking control of the valley and unifying the valley

A few days passed quickly.

Vale of Arryn, end of the Riverdale Road.

The mountains on both ends stretch out, forming a pocket-shaped natural barrier.

"People are coming."

A sharp crushing sound came from the towering cliff.

Womisol's bronze pupils were cold and indifferent. His huge body climbed up the edge of the cliff, and the moss-covered surface rocks shattered inch by inch.

Aemon sat firmly in the saddle, his body swaying slightly.

At this time, in the Ailin Valley.

An uprising army from the valley carrying flags of various colors came in full force.

There are more than 5,000 people and their equipment is extremely complicated.

At the front of the team, the most eye-catching are the two flags of "six silver bells on a purple background" and "a black shield covered with green poisonous snakes".

The Belmore family of Hongge City and the Lindley family of Shemu City.

"Hey, two birds with one stone."

Aemon smirked.

According to Johanna's inquiries, the number of rebels in the valley is 12,000.

After defeating several wealthy knight families loyal to Jenny and whose fiefdoms were located in the Vale of Arryn, the army split into two groups.

Half of them were led by Xinsu City and Changgong Hall, 7,000 well-equipped people, and headed straight for the Blood Gate.

Half of it was right in front of us, blocking the path west of Rivertown out of the Vale of Arryn.

He thought that by fighting on two fronts, he could seize the initiative.

"Poor people of the valley, it's all because Queen Visenya was too kind and didn't let you see the wrath of a dragon."

During the Conquest of the Continent, both the Vale and the North surrendered without a fight.

I have only heard of the power of dragons, but have never experienced it myself.

Aemon smiled slightly and swung two pieces of letter paper between his fingers.

Received it yesterday.

One in King's Landing and one in Dragonstone.

Uncle Viserys expressed his support for his rule over the valley.

However, war should be avoided.

It's a bit like having both.

Rhaenyra warned that rumors had spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Represented by the Lannisters of the Westerlands, the Baratheons of the Stormlands, and the Tyrells and Hightowers of the Reach, they jointly appealed to the Iron Throne to stop Daemon's son from invading the Vale.

He also denounced Aemon for bullying Arryn, the Eyrie, which has always been a place of "orphans and widows", and demanded that the Iron Throne bring him to justice.

For a while, people in the seven countries were talking about it.

Uncle Viserys is under a lot of pressure and it's easy for him to collapse.

"Bullying orphans and widows?"

Yi Menggu said in surprise: "If I really want to bully you, I'm afraid you won't be happy."

As for whether he was afraid that the nobles of the seven countries would revolt?

A bunch of wimps in peacetime, try it if you have the guts.

puff!
A glass lantern appeared in his hand, and tongues of firefly flames flew out, lighting two pieces of letter paper that flew away in the wind.

"Be polite first, then use force, or you'll scare people into thinking I have bad intentions."

Eamon stretched and was in a very good mood.

boom--

Womisol had perfect rapport, spreading his wings and swooping down.

……

The valley rebels approached the river valley road, and scouts discovered from afar that there were troops stationed in the pocket-shaped antenna.

When Earl Belmore received the news, he ordered the entire army to station.

Their mission was to stop the River Valley Town from supporting the Eagle's Nest.

The other half of the rebel army was the main force to “protect the king and serve him.”

As for why they were assigned here.

Who said that the Blood Gate has never been breached by a strong enemy? There is a high probability that there is a giant dragon.

There is no benefit in winning, but you will lose your head if you lose.

If you don't paddle, what's the point of fighting for your life! ?

"Send Lord Lindley."

Count Belmore patted his big belly, a little worried about being attacked.

The Lindley family's Snakewood City is located near the river where the Gorge Sea flows into the Five Finger Peninsula. They have been fighting with the mountain clans for many years and are proficient in marching and fighting.

boom--

Suddenly, a hundred-meter-long bronze dragon descended from the sky, with rock-like brown wings covering the sky and swooping down towards the thousands of troops.

In an instant, it was dark.

Count Belmore looked up and was immediately horrified.

"Hiss-"

Womisol let out a long roar, and the bronze dragon flame gushed out, pouring down like magma.

"dragon!!"

Someone exclaimed, and the makeshift rebel army instantly went into chaos.

"landing!"

A deep, magnetic voice sounded, speaking in an unfamiliar High Valyrian accent.

Womisol flapped his wings, slightly arched his strong waist, and fell down like a cannonball.

When it landed, the thick dragon claws collided and produced violent sparks.

Aemon swayed his body, skillfully getting rid of the inertia.

"Your Highness."

The dragon's scorching breath blew, and Count Belmore's eyes became clear.

"Call the maester."

Aemon rested his elbows on the saddle and spoke in High Valyrian.

Lord Belmore did not understand High Valyrian, but he recognized the common word for maester.

He immediately sent someone to notify Earl Lindley and the military scholar.

In a few minutes, the sturdy Earl of Lindley arrived with an old bachelor.

"Do you understand?"

Aemon tilted his head and looked at the trembling old maester.

The old maester swallowed and tried to remain respectable. "When I was young, I studied High Valyrian."

"very good."

Yimon smiled faintly: "I said, you translate."

The old scholar didn't dare to refuse.

The two earls could not speak the same language and were completely confused.

Especially Earl Lindley, his dark face was tense and his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

He was alert and felt strongly humiliated.

Even though Valyrian is the Targaryen's native language, the Targaryens have long been integrated into the continent of Westeros.

Are they unworthy of speaking to Prince Aemon?
That's right!

That's what Aemon thought.

During the reign of their great-grandfather, Jaehaerys, they were given too many privileges in exchange for stability through compromise.

The eldest uncle, Jeheris, was weak in character and always swallowed his anger.

The Seven Kingdoms had been at peace for too long, and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms were beginning to look down on the Targaryens.

His line would henceforth speak High Valyrian in all official conversations.

If you don't understand, bring a bachelor's degree interpreter, otherwise get out.

He wants to regain the authority that the Dragon King family deserves, step by step.

"Ask him what terms he wants to negotiate."

Lord Lindley took a deep breath and spoke to the old bachelor.

The old scholar was about to comply when the figure on the dragon's back waved his hand.

No need.

It's because you don't understand my language, not because I'm deliberately making things difficult for you.

Aemon looked down from above, his eyes looking at garbage, and said, "Tell them to withdraw."

"Otherwise, before the sun sets, only ashes will remain here."

The old scholar shuddered; this sentence sounded strangely familiar.

I dare not neglect and will relay this to the Lord.

Count Belmore was sweating profusely. He raised his hand and touched it, and found that his palms were also sweaty.

Earl Lindley was so angry that he wanted to say something harsh.

"Hiss-"

Womisol stretched his neck and roared, turned his head, spread his wings, and suddenly flew high into the sky.

This is a notification, not a discussion.

"Damn it, like father, like son!"

Lord Lindley was in a state of rage.

Count Belmore's eyes rolled around and he quietly retreated behind the crowd.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

Dusk.

The sun gradually sets, and the dim yellow and fiery red of the sky complement each other.

On the lawn in the river valley.

Aemon lay flat on his back, his hands behind his head.

Womisol was crawling on the side, like a bronze mountain, blocking the driver.

The man and the dragon were sitting quietly, with a glass lantern placed between them.

Under the dim firelight, there was a sense of peace and tranquility.

[The pyromancer's night light], the firelight has the effect of calming the mind.

Found out through research.

It is similar to but not the same as the [Stone Sculpture of the Pyromancer], with some slight flaws.

The stone carving degree is only sixty.

Night light essence is more expensive and requires magic to fuel its use.

There is a thin layer of magic in Aemon's blood, but you can't draw blood to use as lamp oil.

There is a gray stone ball inside the night light, which can absorb magic power and burn.

Engrave burning runes on it, and it will autonomously absorb magic power from the air and store it for use when needed.

Save for a day, use for two hours.

Cannot be stacked.

Turning on a night light before going to sleep can help you sleep and suppress the side effects of your sleepwalking talent.

Works for Vermisol too.

The title of "Bronze Fury" comes from the anger that comes out of nowhere, which makes it often in an angry mood.

This is an individual talent, but also a temperamental defect.

Strong fighting ability, but easy to lose control.

If we can make up for the shortcomings, our strength will surely leap forward.

puff!
The flame as big as a soybean will go out naturally.

The man and the dragon opened their eyes at the same time.

"it's getting dark."

Aemon rose reluctantly.

"Roar!"

Womisol shook his dragon head, using his broad wings to support the ground, shaking off large pieces of grass and dust.

Aemon mounts his dragon and sets off!
……

Outside the valley.

Half of the rebels in the valley were gone, and the rest dug trenches to find a place to hide.

Earl Lindley gnashed his teeth in hatred as he saw that only one flag was left in the camp.

Lord Belmore ran away.

They also took away all the horses and half of the food.

"The sun is about to set. Tell all troops to retreat to their trenches."

The messenger acted quickly.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Hiss-"

A roar like thunder suddenly sounded, the setting sun was blocked by a huge figure, and a bronze luster covered the earth.

"Dragon Flame!!"

There was no pause in the instruction.

A hint of hostility flashed across Womisoer's bronze pupils, his ferocious dragon mouth opened, and hot dragon flames emerged from deep in his throat. Boom——

The dragon flame descended upon the heads of the rebels like rolling copper water.

"what!!"

"Someone's dead, run..."

"..."

At the first encounter, the already frightened rebels threw down their weapons and weapons.

Earl Lindley stood there in shock, watching with his own eyes half of his family's knights die in the flames.

boom--

Womisoor circled and spun around, pouring another breath of dragon flame onto the other half of the Snakewood City knights.

"Do not!!"

Lindley broke down and yelled.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemon didn't even bother to look, as he yanked on the saddle ropes and chased the fleeing army.

A big fool.

Declaring war on the Targaryen dragon riders, and having the audacity to fly a banner in the army.

Have you heard of the battle of "Raging Fire"?

Why was the Gardener family, the king of the River Reach, completely wiped out, with not a single branch of the family left?

It was Aegon the Conqueror who did it on purpose, watching the banner of the Gardener family burn.

"Hiss-"

Womisoer's murderous intent gradually grew as he chased the small insects fleeing on the ground. The bright copper dragon flame fell to the ground and formed pieces of gray-black lava.

Half of the so-called rebels ran away when they saw the dragon.

The flag of the Lindley family burned, and the elite troops fell with it.

There is no way to fight back.

Rumble!
There was a sound of horse hooves trampling on the valley road, and a group of valley cavalry swarmed out.

Gunthor and Robb charged in the front, outflanking the scattered rebels on both sides.

A purely one-sided massacre.

……

It's getting dark.

The land outside the river valley had no trace of green left, only black ashes.

"The longbowmen stay and clean up the battlefield, and the cavalry follow me."

Aemon gave the order.

"Yes!!"

Gunthor led three hundred knights of the valley.

Robb's eyes sparkled as he led five hundred equally enthusiastic second sons.

Is this a war with dragons?

Aemon exhaled and flew to the Eyrie with his dragon.

Very urgent.

If you go too late, most people will have left.

……

Late at night.

Wormithor soared through the night sky, across the vast Vale of Arryn, and arrived at the unbreakable Bloody Gate.

There were flames shooting up into the sky below, accompanied by shouts of fighting and killing.

The rebels were blocked outside the Bloody Gate.

The narrow tunnel could only accommodate a few people at a time, and they were all shot dead by the defenders led by the Bloody Gate Knights.

Don’t be fooled by the big scene, it’s all cheerleaders.

Aemon saw through it and tugged at the saddle rope.

boom--

Womisol flapped his wings and dived down onto the steep cliff on the side of the Blood Gate.

"dragon!!"

The battlefield suddenly became chaotic.

Earl Orion of Xinsu City and Earl Hunter of Longbow Hall were both shocked in the military camp.

An idea arises in my mind.

Completely spicy!!
When the Blood Gate Knights saw the bronze dragon, they cheered excitedly.

Before the war, the entire valley was imagining what the war would be like.

The dragon is very strong.

But Targaryen's foreign wars were not so exciting.

The cruel Maegor suppressed the uprising of the Faith of the Seven by force, and finally died mysteriously on the Iron Throne.

The last Aemon Targaryen went to fight against the Tyrosh mercenaries and was assassinated in the camp.

Including the Second Stone Islands War between Damon and the Sea Serpents, which took several years and captured a barren rock archipelago.

In the eyes of many people in the valley and even the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms.

Even if Eamon wins, it won't be easy.

The gap in vision.

Aemon looked around and patted the dragon's back.

"Hiss-"

Womisol roared angrily, and a strong wind blew out of his mouth, blowing the rebel flags down one after another.

Earl Orion and Earl Hunter's pupils shrank, and they felt the stinging wind on their faces.

Aemon didn't waste any words and said directly: "Submit, or dragon flame!"

Wow!
The sound was so loud that thousands of soldiers dropped their weapons and dared not confront the dragon.

Being in a narrow tunnel, I am caught in a dilemma.

Once the battle begins, a breath of dragon flame can burn through.

Aemon glanced over, focusing on the small camp in front of the army.

Womisol didn't have that much patience. He let out low roars from his throat and was ready to spew out dragon flames at any time.

Earl Orion and Earl Hunter looked at each other, then tactfully walked out of the barracks and knelt on one knee in front of the Bloody Gate.

The rest of the valley nobles, both big and small, lined up and knelt.

The Blood Gate is hard, but the fangs of the Bronze Fury are even harder.

"Open the bloody gate!"

Aemon said calmly.

As I said, the continent of Westeros is a place of human relationships and worldly wisdom.

What conquerors are most praised for is their ruthlessness towards their enemies and their leniency towards opponents who are willing to kneel down.

Not killing all the people is an unspoken rule that the nobles of the seven countries tacitly abide by.

The Bloody Gate Knight followed the custom and asked, "Who is going to pass through the Bloody Gate?"

The kneeling noble lords answered one by one.

Aemon was not interested in listening and flew to the Eyrie on Wormithor.

King's Landing is a rat's nest, the Stepstones are a powder keg that could explode at any time, and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms are constantly denouncing it.

The valley must be integrated as soon as possible.

At least don't make things difficult for Uncle Viserys.

……

The night is almost over.

The Eyrie.

A group of noble lords climbed the mountain with great effort and entered the hall of the Maiden Tower.

Jenny was wearing a long purple dress and sitting cross-legged on a weirwood throne.

He didn't even want to look at the anxious traitors.

Occasionally she would tug at her new skirt or look at the ruby ​​ring on her hand.

The skirt was made by Janesfu, and the ruby ​​ring was taken from Imon's pocket.

Both were fined.

She was satisfied.

Jenny's lips curled up slightly, admitting that she was a petty woman.

"Excuse me, where is Prince Aemon?"

After waiting for a while, Earl Orion asked nervously.

Jenny said nothing and just admired the jewelry.

"Ma'am, will you listen again?"

Someone asked again.

Jenny raised her eyelids slightly and asked in surprise: "Oh, you are talking to me again?"

"Yes."

Jenny tilted her head and said, "I am an orphan and a widow imprisoned in my own castle, waiting for you to rescue me. How would I know about those things?"

Especially the four words "orphan and widow", emphasize the pronunciation.

A group of noble lords couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Jenny sneered.

Although the Arryn family often left orphans and widows alone in major historical events, it is not an excuse for vassals to rebel.

As a duke of the same realm, doesn’t she have any face?
Just then, the door to the hall slowly opened.

A guard held his head high and said in a loud voice: "The one in front of you is Aemon, the Bronze and Fire Born of the Targaryen family, Prince of Riverdale, Warden of the East, Protector of the Valley, and Dragon Slayer!"

As the prefixes popped up one after another, the noble lords turned their heads.

Against the halo of morning light.

Aemon's eyes were calm and he walked into the hall calmly.

With long silver-gold hair draped over his shoulders and a straight back under his black clothes, he exudes a noble aura.

The noble lords were all worried and lowered their heads at the same time.

The last time I saw this kind of oppressive feeling was when the Centenarian King was still alive.

Even the "Prodigal Prince" Damon lacks some charm due to his unruly character.

Jeyne stood up, placed her hands on her belly, and smiled, "From today on, as my fiancé, Aemon Targaryen will become the new ruler of the Vale."

Aemon glanced at it lightly, crossed the path made by the noble lord, and walked up the steps that separated the status gap.

Turn around and sit on the weirwood throne.

Jenny stopped smiling and stood beside him.

The host and the guest have switched places!

Wow!
A large number of noble lords knelt down.

Aemon leaned back on the throne, holding the "Lady of Loneliness" with one hand, and said lightly: "I am the Prince of the Vale, and Jeyne Arryn is the Regent."

The words were spoken in High Valyrian.

The maester from the Eyrie stood in the hall, acting as an interpreter.

Hearing this, the noble lords had expected this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way here, they had already learned the news that the other half of the rebels had been destroyed.

It was called the "Battle of River Valley Avenue".

Orion broke out in a cold sweat, thinking of his younger brother who was a Rune Guard and his younger sister who was the princess's companion, and decided to seize the opportunity and act wisely.

Take a deep breath and shout: "King of the Valley!"

There was a leader, and dozens of noble lords present shouted together.

"King of the Valley!!"

"..."

Aemon's eyes finally changed, with a strange look in them.

Translation problem.

Prince in the Common Speech is translated the same as king, and the same is true in High Valyrian.

Just like the Prince of Dorne, who is actually the King of Dorne.

How to understand it depends on the individual.

"The King of the Valley..."

The noble lords shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the Eagle's Nest.

Aemon couldn't help but straighten his chest and clench the "Lady of Loneliness" in his hand.

Never mind their reluctance.

With the endorsement of uncle Viserys above and the acknowledgement of Jeyne herself below.

He has no lack of legitimacy.

The sun rose higher and higher, and its light filtered through the open hall door.

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly, enjoying the warm sunlight.

At that moment, it was as if a sacred light walked out.

When the noble lords saw this scene, their breathing stopped.

Aemon smiled.

"Get up."

(End of this chapter)