Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 179 The Prince Calls, Whoever He Calls Dies

The next day.

The guests who came to celebrate said goodbye and left on the boat.

The port of Tyrosh.

Aemon put his hands behind his back and watched the Myrish ship sail away.

“They are all targets of blackmail.”

The people who came to the engagement ceremony were quite a few.

Almost no one came from Westeros as the people of Lys were busy fighting among themselves.

The Three Kingdoms of Women consisted of only Tyroshi natives and Myrs, plus some nobles and wealthy businessmen from other city-states.

Unable to capture the city-state, Aemon planned to make some money.

Extort a heavy punishment on the Myr people.

He pretended not to get involved in the internal fight among his third daughter and simply took advantage of the situation.

"Stay one more day?"

Lannar walked over slowly and leaned on his shoulder.

"If you miss me, come find me on Tas Island."

Aemon put his arm around her.

Lanaar shook her head slightly.

Never mind, the battle for Tyrosh was imminent and she couldn't leave.

Yimon also has his own things to do, and being reluctant to separate will only interfere with each other.

"Wait until the boat is far away before you take action."

Lannar knew what he was going to do and emphasized it again and again.

You can't let people be blocked and robbed before they even leave their home.

"rest assured."

Aemon's smile grew increasingly evil.

When he does things, everyone is upset.

Soon, the two walked back to Driftwood City hand in hand, and saw two huge creatures crawling in the back garden.

Aemon thought for a moment and took off the sapphire amulet from around his neck.

Bring up the personal panel.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (58%)

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

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

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Faction: Valley (entire territory), Tas Island
Equipment: Lament, Lady of the Void, War Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Sapphire Amulet (2/3), Pyromancer's Stonework, Pyromancer's Night Light
Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "The Dragon King is gradually maturing, but has yet to master a decent blood sorcery."

Ignoring the nitpicking in the review column, Aemon placed the sapphire amulet on Laenare's white goose neck.

"Aemon, this is your trinket."

Lanar was surprised.

She knew that the little gadgets that Iamon carried with him were very precious.

Especially this necklace inlaid with sapphires, which has been with me since I was a child.

I won't take it off even when taking a bath or going to bed.

Yimeng put it on her, admired the sapphire hanging down her delicate collarbone, and said with a satisfied smile: "I give it to you. It can protect you."

[Sapphire Amulet]: Provides three magic shields to resist three high-level magic attacks.

He used it once and could resist it twice.

The magic shield is very strong and can temporarily block the dragon flame that can melt stone and metal.

He has the passive defense [Rock Solid - Intermediate], and the Sapphire Amulet can only serve as a backup.

Lannar has to fight and needs a protective item more than he does.

"Aemon, it can protect you, too."

Lanar looked straight at him.

"Keep it."

Aemon would not allow any refusal, and then teased: "I have not married two wives yet, and I don't want to lose one like the Conqueror."

"Hmm~"

Lanar's eyes sparkled.

She opened her arms and wrapped them around the other person's neck, pulling them down to the same height, then slightly opened her red lips and bit him.

Imon was even more greedy and gnawed very vigorously.

There is no vegetarian Targaryen.

……

It's noon.

The sun was scorching, making the blue sea sparkle.

Fleets of several Myr governors sailed out of the waters of Tyrosh and were about to enter the waters of Myr.

Suddenly, a small fleet appeared ahead.

"what's the situation?"

A Myr governor felt uneasy and shouted to the scouts on the lookout.

"Two large cargo ships, three medium-sized warships, and five small sailing ships."

The scout shouted as he looked, his eyes widening as he looked through the telescope:

"It's a ship from Tas Island, and there's a three-point flag of the Dragon Eagle on it!!"

After these words were spoken, Governor Mill was shocked.

"Signal, what are they stopping us from seeing?"

There are many types of ships on the sea, but only a few are commonly used.

Cargo ships come in all sizes, but those that sail long distances are all large.

The largest battleship is a medium-sized one, any larger one would not be fast enough.

The small sailing ship is a scout ship, and with a ram, it becomes a vanguard specifically designed to attack the enemy main ship.

He didn't even take a small fleet seriously.

But the fleet flying the flag of "Dragon Slayer" Aemon was blocking their way, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

Wuwuwu——

The Myr fleet echoed with the sound of horns and various signals.

Several Mill governors and the wealthy businessmen who were accompanying them noticed something was wrong and became uniformly alert.

However, it was useless.

boom--

Suddenly, the thin clouds were torn apart, and a huge monster swooped down from the sky.

The Myr people looked up at the sound and were completely shocked.

"dragon!!"

"Hide quickly..."

Shouts rang out one after another, and the clever old sailor immediately fell to the corner of the deck.

"Hiss-"

The next second, the bronze dragon dived down, spread out a pair of rock-like brown wings, and glided past the sail.

In an instant, boom!
More than thirty large and small ships were shaking violently, with the large ship nearly capsizing and the small boats capsizing on the spot.

"what!!"

The long and thick dragon tail swung past a large cargo ship, instantly breaking the thick sail pole and causing the ship to tilt sharply.

It was almost like that, the deck railing was too low and was flooded with sea water.

With a loud bang, the big ship was bounced away by the pressure of the sea water, creating a huge wave.

Accompanied by screams, many people fell into the water, and a small number of them had their heads broken and bleeding.

"Quiet, Vermithor!"

A gentle voice sounded, and a flash of silver and gold flashed on the dragon's back.

"Roar!"

Womisol soared into the sky, its pair of guillotine-like wings cutting through the wind resistance and circling high in the air.

At this altitude, there is no chance of ships at sea hitting it.

Even if you bring out the scorpion crossbow, you won't be able to scratch a single scale.

"Great Dragon King, we surrender, we have no ill intentions!" The ships below stabilized, and the Myr people who understood High Valyrian hurriedly raised the white flag and shouted.

"We surrender!"

"Prince, let us go..."

Without caring about their companions struggling in the sea, the Millites, from the governor to the sailors, all knelt on the deck and begged for mercy.

"Chi~~"

Aemon scoffed.

You have no ill will towards me, but I have full of ill will towards you.

……

After a while.

The Tass fleet docked beside the Mill fleet. The soldiers tied up the Mill governor and wealthy businessman who was wearing gorgeous clothes, and drove the sailors onto a ship.

This behavior is generally called.

Kidnapping!!
"Your Majesty, please be merciful and spare your lives."

Lord Cameron had a sullen look on his face and ordered his men to search Mill's cabin.

Whether it was gold and silver utensils, spices, lace, glass and other goods, as well as female and male slaves purchased along the way.

Move them all onto your own ship.

His Majesty has said so.

The geese pluck their hair when they pass, and the beasts leave their skins when they leave.

Not even a silver flagon could be spared.

"Hiss-"

Womisol hovered in the sky, his bronze pupils flashing with impatience, as if he wanted to spit out dragon flames to burn everything.

"Zhi Ge!"

Aemon patted the dragon's back, soothing it with the skill of the binding spell.

He had ill will towards the Myr people, which affected Wormithor.

Its emotions are easily aroused and it often loses control.

"Roar!"

Womisol growled a few times, blinked his bright bronze pupils a few times, and returned to his cold and indifferent attitude.

Aemon smiled softly.

Dragons have different personalities, and some tend to be aggressive, bloodthirsty, and warmongering.

Vhagar, Vermithor, and Korakshu are typical examples.

To some extent.

The more wicked a dragon's character is, the higher its talent and combat power.

Wormisol would get angry for no reason, but fortunately he had a way to appease him.

An incomplete version of the binding spell and a repaired war horn.

They can ensure that the dragon does not lose control.

"But it's not enough."

Aemon's eyes were deep.

There were a thousand dragons in the heyday of Old Valyria, so how could there not be some dragons with violent nature?

Legend has it that the Dragon Horn can control dragons, but one can tell from the sound of it that it is a valuable treasure that will not be easily moved.

Ordinary dragon kings should have better dragon-controlling skills.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Vermithor slowly circled over the open sea, corralling the ships below like a shepherd.

The kidnapping of the Myr people was carried out perfectly.

Earl Cameron kidnapped all the senior officials, killed the sailors and servants, and left an empty ship to let go of the butlers, guards and other attendants.

The ransom conditions are made public.

A governor of Myr, his weight in gold, a shipload of spices, lace, panes of glass, and other finished goods.

A wealthy businessman, worth his weight in gold.

A slave owner or mercenary, all his slaves worth eight hundred gold royals.

The price is fair and no one is cheated.

Earl Cameron glared at him and threatened, "I'll only give you one month to deliver the ransom to Tas Island, otherwise!"

The next moment, a mercenary's head was chopped off with a sword.

The person who was let go did not dare to delay and fled frantically in a small sailboat.

They only have a few mercenaries for protection, and don't even have a formal fleet.

Even if there is, the other party has an adult dragon!

At the beginning, there were some rebellious mercenaries who wanted to resist, but they were burned to ashes by the copper-like dragon flame, causing the entire warship to sink into the sea.

In the vast ocean, the fleet had nowhere to escape.

Can only become the dragon's plaything.

Especially adult dragons with thick scales that even scorpion crossbows cannot penetrate.

It's like calling the police, whoever is called will die.

……

Time flies, and half a month has passed.

Myr's ships crossed the strait and delivered the ransom.

Several governors of Mill had disheveled hair and were almost unrecognizable due to their thinness.

The slave owners were even more miserable. They worked intensively every day and were in a daze when their slaves were redeemed.

There are even worse cases.

Some wealthy businessmen and mercenaries had no one to redeem them and remained imprisoned in the dungeon for a full month.

"Your Majesty, should the cargo be shipped back to Seagull Town or King's Landing?"

Lord Cameron was loyal.

"Keep the gold, give the spiced lace to Rhaenyra, and have the rest sold in King's Landing."

Aemon stood on the beach and watched the ransomed ship sail away.

One group leaves, another group comes.

Lyseni, Tyroshi, even Volantenes.

He robbed all maritime trade near the Stone Steps Islands.

The question is, the Stone Steps Islands conquered by Damon were taken away by the Three Women's Kingdom.

His Royal Highness the Prince avenged his father by taking vengeance on all ships that had close dealings with the Three Women's Kingdom.

The revenge will cease when the former Lord of Tyrosh surrenders the Stepstones.

If you don’t agree, come to Tasmania.

Look at how powerful the Three Women's Kingdom was back then, or the scorching dragon flame of "Bronze Fury".

Lord Cameron obeyed and withdrew to arrange the ransom.

"Why is there no movement on the Stone Steps Archipelago?"

Aemon muttered quietly.

He did this, firstly to make money, and secondly to assert his legitimacy over the Stone Steps Islands.

In the future, occupying the Stone Steps Islands will be more or less legitimate.

Unfortunately, the former Lord of Tyrosh seems to be dead.

He has not responded and seems not to be paying attention to news from the outside world.

In fact, the previous Tyrosh Lord was indeed dead.

……

Stone Steps Islands.

Bloodstone Island, Dragonblood Castle.

The head of the former Tyrosh Lord was placed on a spear and hung on the top of Dragonblood Keep.

"Reclaim Tyrosh and drive out Velaryon's sea serpents!"

"..."

A large number of mercenaries boarded the warships and swarmed in all directions.

Regardless of whether we are counterattacking Tyrosh or not, we can no longer stay in the barren Stonehenge Archipelago.

Mercenaries have no loyalty, they only pursue gold and beauty.

(End of this chapter)