Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 196 Six Dragons in One Breath!!

"beat!"

Leonor and Otto said in unison.

A free trade city-state, there is no reason to miss it from any angle.

"Your Majesty, we can't stop the unrest in the Strait of Mir, so why not take Myr into our hands?"

Otto said solemnly.

"You think so too?"

Viserys looked at Lyonel.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Leonor nodded.

This is the best solution for the current situation.

"Okay, let's do it."

Viserys felt more confident after receiving the approval of the two important ministers.

Otto's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Your Majesty, if we are lucky enough to conquer Myr, who should rule it?"

"Of course Aemon."

Viserys said matter-of-factly.

Otto shook his head. "Prince Aemon is a powerful man with the right to rule over the Dales and the Stepstones. It is not appropriate for him to rule over another Free Trade City."

Viserys opened his mouth, but stopped himself.

What he said made sense, but he felt uncomfortable listening to it.

"Your Majesty, I agree with Lord Otto."

Leonor hesitated for a moment and then added his finishing touch.

"why?"

Viserys frowned.

Lionel explained: "Prince Aemon is too young, he is only 15 years old."

Most Targaryens at this age are still obsessed with knights or women.

Aemon's deeds were brilliant enough, and he developed a spoiled personality.

It is not necessarily a bad thing to put some pressure on yourself.

"I admit that what you said makes sense."

Viserys nodded and asked bluntly, "Why would the kingdom risk sending him to war if it does not give him the land to rule Myr?"

You know, he's a petty-minded brat.

"You are the king, he should have obeyed your orders."

Otto said sternly.

Viserys rolled his eyes at this.

Only talk about contributions, not benefits.

Not to mention that his nephew would not agree, even those nobles who shouted "Long live the king" would not agree.

"Your Majesty, you'd better communicate more with Prince Aemon."

Leonor reminded.

"I will."

Viserys smiled and said perfunctorily, "We can discuss this matter after the boy conquers Myr."

As a sensitive person, he could sense that there was something wrong with the way he got along with his nephew.

A middle-aged king and a young and promising regent.

Inevitably, there will be a clash of power.

He was restraining himself and protecting his nephew.

My nephew is also suppressing his emotions and enduring the depression of being inferior to others.

It's just that neither side has found a complete solution.

Seeing this, the two important ministers said no more.

There was a pause for a few seconds.

Otto raised his chin and said in a deep voice: "The Sea Snake and Daemon have threatened the authority of the Iron Throne."

"I know!"

Viserys's face grew grave.

But the strength of the two is just as great as the threat they pose.

"I suggest sending someone to communicate with the sea snake."

Leonor gave advice.

Compared to Damon, the wily Sea Snake is obviously more rational.

In addition, the sea serpents have occupied Tyrosh, and their power has been saturated, making them easier to appease.

"How will the people of the seven nations view the king's lowering of his status?"

Otto frowned.

Today is the first time I have disagreed with the Prime Minister.

He is a relative of the emperor and has selfish ambitions for the Iron Throne.

Because of this, he is a staunch supporter of the Iron Throne and cannot bear to see Viserys lose face.

Viserys nodded slightly.

It would be more painful for him to take the initiative to show goodwill to the sea serpent than to hand over the Iron Throne to Daemon.

"In this case, we can only do our best to prevent it from happening."

Leonor settled for the next best thing.

"Speed ​​is of the essence in war. If we take over Myr, many difficulties can be easily solved."

Otto's eyes were deep.

After a pause, he said, "Prince Aemon needs an army and can send the right people to help."

"Oh, who is the candidate?"

Viserys became interested.

During the conversation, I labeled Sea Snake and Damon as rebels in my mind.

We must be extremely vigilant

……

a few days later.

Reese, the Perfume Garden.

The pavilions and attics of the white marble building are hung with silk ribbons, and the dome is inlaid with various gems the size of longan.

At the top of the tower, a three-headed red dragon flag symbolizing the Targaryens was raised.

The courtyard was bustling with guests attending the ceremony.

Today is the coronation ceremony of the King of Lys.

Damon smiled brightly, wearing traditional black and red clothing, and knelt on one knee on the platform.

Corlys had a serious expression on his face, holding in both hands a golden crown of the same type as Viserys's, and placed it on Daemon's head in the attention of everyone.

clap clap clap...

The guests applauded loudly.

Lisandra in the crowd was all smiles and adjusted the King's Hand badge on his chest.

From now on, Lys returned to the embrace of the Dragon King's family, and the Rogar family became true Valyrian nobles.

One person is inferior to ten thousand people.

The ceremony was very lively, and the main figures left early.

King's Hall.

Daemon held up his wine glass and shared his joy: "Corliss, I have accomplished what my ancestors did and conquered a city."

"Congratulations, Daemon the Conqueror."

Collis chuckled.

Daemon drank the wine in one gulp and looked at the throne in the front of the hall with admiration.

An iron chair made of black steel, modeled after the Iron Throne.

“You can sit on it and try it.”

Collis laughed.

Daemon glanced at him, walked up the steps in front of the throne, and touched the non-existent sharp armrests of the throne.

My fingertips touched the sharp blade, as softly as if they were touching the skin of a young girl, and I couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

a long time.

Damon shook his head secretly and gave up sitting on this cold iron chair.

Sitting on it, he would feel like a clownish imitator of his brother Viserys.

"It has form but no spirit."

He laughed to himself.

Collis came over and praised: "God bless you, you have not been controlled by the illusory power."

The chaos in the gorge is not over yet.

They are still in danger.

Damon regained his composure and said calmly, "Lord Corliss, did you call me here to talk to you to make fun of me, or is there something else?"

Collis put away his smile and asked solemnly, "Have you received any letter from Sunspear City?"

"That despicable Koolen, I don't know how he gained the boy's trust, and now he wants to use the so-called trade to get on our ship."

Damon knew this already.

"I have been thinking about how to reconcile with the Iron Throne, but I am afraid the king sees me as his greatest enemy."

Collis stated.

"My brother was never good at these things."

Damon took a sip of his drink.

"what's up?"

Collis wondered.

Damon raised his eyelids and said calmly, "It's about governing the country."

He and Collis were both capable ministers, but they shared the same fate of being distrusted.

If my brother listened to him.

With the golden cloak he rebuilt, the law and order in King's Landing would reach its peak.

If you designate him as the heir, no one will dare to covet the Iron Throne.

Or, if Rhaenyra is married to him, and the boy marries Laena, the kingdom can also prosper.

He might have been confused in the past.

Now he is sitting on Reese and has proved his talent.

He! Is more suitable to govern the country than his brother!

Corliss agreed in his heart and continued, "The Dornish are ambitious, but your son is more like a greedy dragon, ready to devour Myr."

"When he captures Myr and the forces of the Iron Throne intervene in the Disputed Lands, your power and mine will be mortally threatened."

"I will not allow my hard-earned gains to be thwarted while our king enjoys feasts, balls, and tournaments, and takes advantage of them all."

The voice just fell.

Damon said expressionlessly, "I can comment on my brother freely, but you can't." Collis was stunned when he saw this.

The other party is really a capricious person.

She is obviously jealous of her son and blames her brother, but she pretends to protect him in front of outsiders.

However, he was too lazy to meddle in other people's business.

Collis changed his words: "Join hands with Prince Kooren to take back the Stone Steps Archipelago that belongs to you. We will control half of the disputed land."

"After lying dormant for a while and recovering our strength, you and I will be able to compete for the Iron Throne."

Damon's eyes flickered.

I have to say, it sounds very tempting.

"With the ability to fight, we can make demands on the Iron Throne."

Corliss looked excited and said, "You and I are still vassals of the Iron Throne, but the city-states rule independently, just like your son calls himself the King of the Vale."

If done right, they might even be able to become regents.

Even, change the kingdom's outdated monarchy system.

Damon remained silent, but his eyes betrayed his feelings.

He wanted to prove himself too much.

"How about it?"

Collis asked knowingly.

This idea was inspired by a Tyroshi merchant.

very perfect!
"hehe."

Damon suddenly laughed.

Collis laughed along and raised his hand to clink glasses.

When the two reached an agreement.

Corner of the hall

Rhaenys looked disappointed and turned away.

She came to celebrate with her cousin Damon and congratulate him on achieving his dream and realizing his ambition.

Unexpectedly, I heard a conspiracy.

Stabbing their only son/son-in-law in the back, they are truly two promising politicians.

She wanted to teach them a lesson.

……

half a month later.

Mill Bay.

A flat-bottomed cargo ship was moving slowly, with a black rose flag flying on its mast.

On the deck, a group of sailors looked at the city-state approaching.

"We shouldn't be so impulsive."

Cole looked gloomy and anxious.

He did not wear the silver armor and white robes of the Kingsguard, but instead put on a set of gray patched clothes, dressed like a country bumpkin.

"Don't panic. Didn't my father tell us that someone from Mir will pick us up?"

Galwin fiddled with his blond hair narcissistically, not at all nervous about this mission.

He was dressed very brightly, in a canary yellow suit and a fancy hat.

The two of them standing together looked like a rich young master and an exploited serf.

Cole glared at him and said in a nonchalant tone: "According to the king's order, we should now command the royal navy of Dragonstone, not lead a group of undercover agents."

Whenever he received an order, he was mentally prepared to fight a tough battle and achieve success.

Before he even walked out of the Mud Gate, Prince Aemon ordered him to change his mind.

Kerr directly broke through the defense of Red Ward.

"Listen, White Knight."

Galwen pretended to be serious and taught: "Whether to lead the navy or to be an undercover agent, it is not up to us to decide."

His sister is the queen and his father used to be the prime minister.

He came undercover and hasn't said anything yet.

"I would rather die on the battlefield than take any risk as an undercover agent."

Cole thinks highly of himself.

"Don't think like that."

Galwen pointed at the two men and said jokingly, "One is the son of the Prime Minister, and the other is a white knight born in the common people. We are a perfect match."

Cole's face darkened.

Along the way, the other party had been mocking his background openly and covertly.

The son of aristocracy is so arrogant and rude.

"Get ready, the ship is coming to shore."

Galwen patted him on the shoulder.

Behind the two of them.

Elik and Alec, who were dressed in the same old-fashioned way, looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

It's really a headache to carry out missions with this pair of enemies.

After half an hour.

Mill, the mansion of a former governor.

Cole and the others took off their disguises and walked into the hall under the guidance of the maid.

By chance, a group of elegantly dressed Myr people were walking out together.

Their faces looked heavy, and it was obvious that they were weighed down with worry.

Galwin was of noble birth and recognized the identities of some of the people.

Rich businessmen, bankers and landowners.

Mill is the second most powerful group after the nobles and governors.

The two sides passed each other.

Soon, I saw a beautiful lady in black gauze.

The pure face exudes a sense of charm.

The slender waist that can be held in one hand bears fruit, which is round and straight like a full peach.

With one hand supporting the table, her waist-length black curly hair half-covered her arm, circling around her fingertips.

"You will be settled in the house first and wait for the instructions of His Royal Highness."

Johanna smiled and arranged the helpers clearly.

The prince doesn't want the person, she is here...

Try to turn waste into treasure.

Cole and his companions looked at each other and asked about precautions.

There were twenty of them in total, and they were all top-notch fighters.

"Well, His Royal Highness is at the Stone Steps Islands. He won't keep us waiting for long."

Johanna gave instructions and got up to return to the dormitory.

She acts swiftly and decisively, leaving only an attractive and graceful back to everyone.

……

at the same time.

Stone Step Islands, Bloodstone Island.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

In the blue sky, several giant dragons were circling and dancing, making loud roars from time to time.

Aemon stood on the golden beach, with several troops ready to go in front of him.

Two thousand Seagull Town Navy, three thousand Second Sons, five thousand Unsullied, five thousand Royal Fleet, three thousand King's Army, and twelve thousand Valley Coalition Forces.

There were a total of 30,000 people and more than 200 large and small ships.

"Hiss!"

A light grey sub-adult dragon landed on the rocky beach, staring with its sapphire vertical pupils and observing curiously.

Wild Dragon - Gray Shadow

This little wild dragon, who had made his home in the river valley, was dragged by the unscrupulous prince to work as a laborer.

After several years of growth, its body exceeded twelve meters.

Not only can it carry people, it also has excellent offensive capabilities.

"Board the ship, target Myr!"

Aemon shouted and drew out the Lady of Loneliness.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Led by the Unsullied, 30,000 soldiers boarded the ships.

"Aemon, everything is ready."

Rhaenyra came over on the soft gravel with an excited look on her face.

She wore black and red soft armor, and hard armor on her shoulders, arms and calves.

"Roar!"

Syrax kept his pupils erect and alert, following closely behind the driver.

It is nearly thirty meters tall, with a sturdy body and an imposing appearance.

"Remember to protect yourself."

Aemon warned, looking up at the sky from the corner of his eye.

Bronze and silver-grey.

Womisol and Silver Wing flew together, their two pairs of dragon wings covering most of the sky as they circled around the Bloodstone Island.

Four dragons were sent out at once. I wonder if Mil can withstand it?

With a thought, Womisol slowly landed.

Aemon stepped onto the dragon's shoulder and was about to climb onto its back.

boom--

Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the sea, and two huge monsters flew over the horizon.

"Roar——"

"Hiss!"

The roar was deafening.

Aemon took a closer look and was immediately surprised.

Vhagar flapped his broad wings, broke through the thin clouds like a hot knife through butter, and soared towards this side.

A majestic scarlet dragon was even faster, its waist arched like a spring, and in an instant it became a 160-year-old grumpy old dragon.

"Lanael!"

Aemon saw who was coming and asked in confusion, "And Aunt Rhaenys?"

Suddenly, I realized what I had agreed to do in Driftwood City.

Aemon smiled.

Six dragons!

(End of this chapter)