Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 197: Myr under the Dragons
King's Landing.

The Red Fort, the king's palace.

Viserys leisurely fiddled with the stone sculptures on the table, smiling knowingly from time to time.

dong dong!

There was a knock on the door and Otto asked to see her.

"Come in!"

Viserys was having a lot of fun and was a little grumpy.

Squeak!

Otto walked in quickly, his expression solemn: "Your Majesty, Daemon has ascended the throne in Rees."

Hearing this, Viserys was stunned.

"Damon and the Sea Snake colluded with each other and openly established a Twin Cities Alliance."

Otto was outraged.

pat!

The dragon-shaped stone sculpture fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Viserys looked confused and subconsciously held his forehead.

There is too much information, please give him some time.

"Your Majesty, we have no way to retreat."

Otto said in a deep voice.

The Two Cities, formed by two ambitious people with dragons, are far more dangerous than the Three Women and Dorne.

No other force can compare.

After a while.

Viserys rested his hands on the table and took deep breaths over and over.

He was so angry that his brain was about to stop thinking.

At the same time, I couldn't help feeling cold all over.

The authority of the Iron Throne seems to have been challenged.

"Damn Damon!"

Viserys slammed the table and cursed angrily.

"Your Majesty, you should face this crisis squarely."

Otto urged.

Viserys remained silent, slowly closing his eyes.

No one could understand his emotions at the moment.

Shocked and angry!
Of course, there is also a little bit of relief.

Thanks to his nephew's advice, he took the initiative to attack Mir.

If we take Myr, we can still control the lower half of the Strait of Mir.

Otherwise, Damon and the sea snake would really pinch our weak spots.

Otto looked at the king with complicated eyes, hoping that he could cheer up a little.

"Block the news and don't let it spread out yet."

Viserys finally spoke.

"Should we raise an army?"

Otto said cautiously.

"Wait a minute."

Viserys shook his head and said calmly, "The Sea Snake and Daemon will not go to King's Landing. We will wait and see how the battle in Myr develops."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Otto was serious.

boom!
The door was closed and there was only one person left in the bedroom.

Viserys bent down to pick up the broken stone sculpture and stared at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The current strength of the royal family is not enough to conquer Daemon and the Sea Serpent.

Moreover, he was very worried about his nephew Aemon.

Mir is very powerful, is he in danger?

……

The scene changes.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss!"

Mill is like a utopia, with six majestic dragons circling in the sky.

Different colors and sizes.

Form a group of dragons to intimidate all people.

Mill Bay, Harbor.

Nearly two hundred large ships advanced into the bay like a sharp arrow, overwhelming the inadequately guarded port defenses.

At this time, the Colosseum.

Seven Mill governors and a dozen slave owners, each with their slaves, hid in the aisles of the auditorium.

"Damn it, why is there a dragon in the sky!?"

One governor was cursing and almost dying of fright.

Half an hour ago, they were holding slave competitions.

This was a way for the governors of both sides to vent their anger when the Mill regime was split in two.

They sent slaves to each other for entertainment in the arena.

The first duel was between a slave fighter and a bear that had been hungry for three days.

There is no doubt that the bear was full.

In the second duel, each side sent out fifty old, weak, women and children, and the battle continued until the last ten people were left.

Just when the fight was halfway through, a thunderous dragon roar resounded throughout the city.

The dragon is coming!

Beep! !

A sharp whistle sounded and the city guard came to the rescue.

"Quick, let's go!"

A purple-bearded governor was overjoyed and dragged the slave soldiers away to escape.

boom--

Suddenly, the entire Colosseum was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds.

"Dragon Flame, Melias!"

Rhaenys, wearing red armor, gave orders indifferently.

"Hiss!"

Melias fell from the sky in an instant like a flash of red lightning.

The red dragon flame gushed out like a waterfall, covering the heads of the three thousand garrisons.

"what!!"

"It's on fire, help me..."

"..."

In an instant, the garrison suffered heavy losses and screams echoed in the inner city.

"Kill them all!"

Aemon gave a glance that showed no mercy.

All the parasites in this city-state will be crushed to death today.

"Attack, Syrax!"

Rhaenys shouted sharply.

"Hiss!"

Syrax roared excitedly, flying through the streets and alleys, spewing thick golden dragon flames along the way.

A pillar of golden fire swept across, blocking the garrison's retreat.

"Fight back quickly, use bows and crossbows!"

Someone picked up a three-shot crossbow and tried to slay the dragon.

boom--

The next second, a red fireball with a diameter of over one meter hit accurately.

"Hiss?"

The gray shadow clucked and screamed, as if mocking the clumsy humans.

Rumble!
The three giant dragons, Vermithor, Silverwing and Vhagar, cooperated in spewing dragon flames to directly demonstrate what disaster is.

Dragon flames rose up and thick smoke billowed.

Both the garrison and the slave soldiers were engulfed in flames in an instant.

"O Gods!"

A Mill governor fell to his knees with a thud, his psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Not one dragon, nor two dragons.

But, a group of dragons!
The dragons came out in droves and flew to Myr.

"Run away."

The other governors of Mir and slave owners were frightened and gathered their slave soldiers to withdraw from the Colosseum.

At this moment, a flag with a black rose on a white background was raised in the audience.

It's like a signal being conveyed.

Some businessmen, bankers and landowners took out handkerchiefs with black roses painted on them and waved them.

"Don't let the slave owner get away!"

Cole and others rushed out from the crowd.

"Aemon the Shacklebreaker is here to defeat the evil slave masters!"

Someone suddenly shouted, calling out from the group of slaves.

Suddenly, the slaves on the field trembled all over.

They were all the elderly, the weak, women and children, all huddled up in the corners.

Bang!

A figure ran out and swung his sword to cut off the lock of the dungeon where the slaves were imprisoned.

"Kill all the slave owners!"

The man held up a piece of linen with a black rose painted on it.

There were young male slaves imprisoned in the dungeon, and their blood boiled at the sight of this.

They all saw the brutal fight just now.

No one is born willing to be a slave and be treated like a pig or a dog.

As early as a month ago, a piece of news circulated among the slave community.

Tashi-Tapo and Shingis, far away in Slave Bay, were liberated, and all slaves were freed and became "proud fair people."

Could it be that they will be liberated today too?

"Rush!!"

It wasn't just who was the first to shout, push aside the people around him and rush out of the dungeon.

Pick up the weapons in the arena and chop down the bewildered guards.

In an instant, the entire slave group was in an uproar.

"Fight for freedom!"

Some people shouted and rushed out of the dungeon one after another.

He killed the few guards, seized their weapons, rushed into the audience, and hacked to death the fleeing Governor of Mill and the slave owner.

Those who waved the Black Rose flag were spared and provided with large quantities of weapons.

The same scene happened throughout Mill.

The most prosperous inner city area.

Many mansions and estates raised the black rose flag.

Aemon looked down at these mansions and drove Vermithor away. They were all people that Johanna had secretly won over.

Apart from the governor and slave owners, they are the backbone of Mill's wealth.

By conquering them, you can quickly take over the city-state.

boom--

Suddenly, there was an explosion in the port, splashing out green flames like smoke and fog.

Wildfire developed by pyromancers.

With the help of the violent explosion of wildfire, the port's defenses collapsed in an instant.

A large gap was blown out in the white city wall, which became the best shortcut for siege.

"Hiss-"

Aemon rode his dragon and arrived. Wormithor bypassed the wildfire that spread to the sky and breathed a breath of dragon flame at the gap in the city wall.

The dragon flame, as bright as copper foil, fell and engulfed the green of the wildfire.

The gap in the city wall was left with mottled gray and black debris, but it was still passable.

"Unsullied, charge!"

Grey Worm yelled and threw a spear at the head of a fleeing defender.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Five thousand Unsullied formed a square formation and led the way into the outer city.

The Second Sons, the Knights of the Vale, and the Royal Navy subsequently landed and followed the indestructible Unsullied army to launch an invasion.

"Next stop, Wormisol!"

Aemon growled, the corners of his mouth unable to stop rising.

He knew the war was won.

"Hiss!"

Silverwings flew by, chirping happily, and circled above the Unsullied.

The smell of gunpowder made even the docile female dragon feel excited.

……

The riot lasted for a day and a night.

Day three.

Five thousand Unsullied took over the city's defense and split into small teams to patrol the streets.

The Three Thousand Seconds controlled the city gates to prevent other forces from taking advantage of the situation.

Two thousand Seagull Town navy and five thousand Royal Fleet blockaded Mill Bay and protected the port.

Twelve thousand valley coalition troops and three thousand royal army undid the shackles of all slaves and broke into the homes of the governor and slave owners.

Under the iron fist of Aemon and his vassal ministers, everything was managed in an orderly manner.

Port, Green Grass Square.

This is the largest square in Mil, and it is now densely packed with people.

The crowd looked up at a high platform made of logs.

Aemon stood on the stage and took a report of intelligence.

"Your Majesty, the total population of Myr is over two million."

Johanna narrated respectfully.

There were 300,000 civilians and 1.5 million slaves.

In the disputed land outside the city, large farms and manors privately housed nearly 200,000 serfs.

The ratio of civilians to slaves reached a shocking 1/5.

"The population of one mil is equal to that of the North."

Aemon couldn't help but sigh.

In the time of my great-grandfather, the maesters of the Citadel had speculated on the population of Westeros.

King's Landing is the most densely populated city, with more than half a million people living there all year round.

The entire Westeros has a population of approximately 30 million.

Among them, the royal territory, river areas and river bends account for 50% of the total population.

This is enough to shock the world and praise the great-grandfather's achievements.

I never thought that a city like Mil would have a population comparable to that of a territory.

The gap between the two sides of the strait is really huge.

Johanna then gave a brief report on the financial situation.

Nearly 10 million gold royals were confiscated from the homes of the governor and the slave owners.

The surrendering merchants, bankers and plantation owners kept their property but voluntarily gave up all their slaves.

Aemon was in a good mood.

Most of the forty large ships he brought back from the Slave Bay were filled with silk, spices and other goods, which could not be exchanged for money in a short period of time.

With this money, the urgent problem of governance was solved.

"Your Majesty, everyone is here."

Runeguard Cohen and Kingsguard Ilic came together.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Aemon expressed his gratitude, especially for the latter.

The Kagel brothers were ordered by Allison to carry out a mission and hide among the slaves in the Colosseum.

The brothers made the greatest efforts in stirring up the slave rebellion.

"The duty lies."

Irik remained serious.

Aemon nodded and glanced at the dense crowd in the square.

There were rich people, common people, and even more slaves who had been uncaged.

At a glance, there were no less than 100,000 people.

They were spectators watching the execution and representatives of the people of Myr.

Aemon turned around.

Lanar and Rhaenyra stood side by side behind him, each wearing a one-handed sword at their waist.

Aunt Rhaenys stood nearby.

They met each other's eyes and gave each other an encouraging look.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

A light silver dragon swooped across the square and slowly landed on a tall tower.

Behind it followed a scarlet majestic dragon and a topaz young female dragon.

Melias and Syrax were full of energy, hovering in the air at a leisurely pace.

If someone watches carefully.

Occasionally, a light grayish-white dragon shadow flashes in the white clouds drifting in the wind.

Many dragons dance together, writing a chapter of peace after victory.

Thousands of Myr people came to see the magnificent spectacle and fell into worship of the dragon.

They are not afraid.

The dragon burned part of the city, but killed all the foolish governors and greedy slave owners.

The surrendered rulers and civilian slaves were not affected.

Everyone realizes one thing.

Mill has changed masters.

Wuwuwu——

Suddenly, a deep and timeless horn sounded echoing.

Everyone followed the sound.

Aemon stood tall and blew on an ancient horn inlaid with bronze.

next moment.

Somewhere in the city-state, two dragon roars, one rough and one low, were heard simultaneously.

The noise stopped abruptly and the square became quiet.

The only sounds were the horns and the encouraged dragons.

Soon, Aemon lowered the war horn.

Rune Guard Cohen strode out and announced in a loud voice:

"You stand before Aemon the Bronze-Born of House Targaryen, Lord of the Vale, Lord of the Stepstones, Lord Regent and Protector of the Realm, Dragonslayer, Breaker of Chains, and Knight of the Dragonborn."

After the words were spoken, most people's expressions changed slightly.

There is an inexplicable extra respect and admiration.

Such a long list of titles, it looks very impressive at first glance.

Yimon's face showed no expression, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart.

In addition to the awarding of the Dragon Knight, which was a hidden honor that he insisted on adding, it symbolizes learning the "Binding Spell".

His title is comparable to the Mother of Dragons in later generations.

"Your Majesty, please!"

Cohen bowed and stepped back.

My throat is dry after saying so many words in a row.

Grey Worm stepped out of the group and brought the captured governors and slave owners with him to the front of the stage.

Wow!
Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on those embarrassed faces.

Aemon yanked out the Lady of the Empty and shouted, "People of Myr!"

"I hereby declare this day that slavery is abolished."

After saying that, Ms. Kongji waved out a black light.

puff!
A governor's head flew up and a fountain of blood spurted from his neck.

"From now on, the Myr people will live under the rule of the Dragon King, in a truly free trading city-state!"

Aemon raised his hands and spoke in a strong voice.

"Hiss-"

There was a thunderous roar in response, and Wormisol's huge body flew high into the sky, spewing out a breath of scorching dragon flame.

boom--

Vhagar flew out from another part of the city-state, opened his bloody mouth and roared.

In an instant, the giant dragons that had landed on the ground flew up one after another.

Six giant dragons circled in the air, forming a huge disk.

Womisol was in the center, spreading a pair of broad brown dragon wings, blocking the sun and covering most of the city-state.

Thousands of eyes were looking up at the sky, shocked beyond words.

"kill!!"

Aemon gave the order.

The Unsullied thrust their spears through the chests of the kneeling governors and slavers.

It is both a deterrent and a way to break the old system.

"Dragon King!"

The slaves who had been enslaved and oppressed burst into tears and shouted from the bottom of their hearts.

As batches of slave owners were tortured, the shouts were like overwhelming waves.

"Dragon King!"

"The slave liberator..."

"The King of Myr..."

Aemon closed his eyes and listened to the deafening shouting.

With her hands on her arms, Lanar and Rhaenyra walked over to her side.

The former tilted his head slightly and leaned into the embrace.

The latter smiled and tapped the ground with the "Light of the Kingdom" in his hand.

At this moment, he is the conqueror.

Rhaenys watched silently, her purple eyes flickering slightly.

In a trance, I seemed to see the three conqueror siblings.

(End of this chapter)