Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 208 The Gifted Gray Shadow

"Are there any survivors?"

Aemon's face changed.

Grey Worm hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head slowly.

Soldiers pass by like a comb, let alone a group of desperate criminals.

"Have you found any traces that can track down the Myr mercenaries?"

Aemon's eyes were slightly cold, emitting a low pressure.

It seems that it is urgent to wipe out the rebel army.

Grey Worm felt the same way and said solemnly, "Sir Robb is tracking them. A large number of Myr mercenaries plundered and looted, so they would always leave clues behind."

"That's good."

Aemon said and left.

That being said, let’s eat first.

……

Daybreak.

Aemon left the temporary residence and found Wormithor, who was curled up like a mountain against the wall.

This old dragon has a bad temper, but he is also very lazy on weekdays.

Wherever you fly, there you lie.

I can always close my eyes and take a nap.

Call a professional dragon trainer to wake up the old dragon and feed it fat goats.

"Roar--"

Womisol opened his eyelids with a flick of his eyelids, his copper-colored vertical pupils were as bright as foil, revealing a cold light.

A dozen fat and strong goats were roasted by the dragon's flames, and a few bites were swallowed into the dragon's bottomless belly.

Aemon glanced at the charred ground, leaving only a pool of black ash.

It perfectly illustrates what it means to eat lamb without spitting out the bones.

"This guy."

Aemon smiled, rubbed the dragon's neck covered with hard scales, and looked at the majestic bronze body with admiration.

As it ages, its scales become thicker.

After swallowing the Blood Origin Fruit and the Firefly Fruit, the glittering metallic luster of the scales was gradually replaced by a sense of antiquity.

The cycle of life evolution returns to its original state.

"Roar--"

Womisol ate with relish, shaking his dragon head casually a few times, causing his huge body to sway slightly.

Yimon was enjoying stroking his dragon when he was pushed back a few steps by a powerful force that came without any malicious intent.

This old dragon not only grew physically, but his wisdom also grew unknowingly.

It seems that time has really endowed me with higher experience.

"Once I have accumulated enough magic essence, I will give you something good to try."

Imon makes big promises every day.

Womisoel shook his head, gently pushed the driver away, and put his left shoulder on the ground, providing a shortcut to get on the dragon's back.

Seeing that Iamon was not moving quickly.

The dragon head turned sideways to stare at the driver, and its bronze vertical pupils revealed a sense of oppressive majesty.

Get in the car, no time to explain!

……

Controversial place.

The yellow land is fertile and vast. Under the nourishment of the moist and warm climate, tender grass sprouts emerge from the soil.

A dark, solid Valyrian road ran north-south across the vast plains.

The whole structure is paved with black dragon stone, which remains intact despite being exposed to wind and sun.

It is three meters wide and can accommodate two carriages running side by side.

It is so long that the distance is unknown, extending all the way from Mil.

Southeast of the Valyrian Way, adjacent to the Tyrosh territory.

A temporary camp was set up.

Thousands of Myr mercenaries sorted their baggage, fed their horses and sharpened their swords, ready to plunder the next village or town at any time.

"The civilians in the disputed areas are so poor that they can't get much money out of them."

The second leader of the mercenaries, a middle-aged man with a braided beard, purple hair and a hooked nose complained.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

The chieftain had an expressionless face. He was a shirtless man with braids and muscles, and looked like a Dothraki.

The original plan was that they would plunder all the way to Volantis and make enough ill-gotten gains to last them for several years.

To this end, they scurried around in the disputed land.

But man proposes, God disposes. In nearly a month, I have earned very little.

If you continue like this, you won't be able to enjoy happiness in Volantis.

"Move faster and get out of the Dragon King's claws."

The great chief sharpened his knife, put it in the scabbard at his waist, and stood up with his tall physique.

boom--

Suddenly, a roar like thunder rang out, startling the mercenaries in the camp.

Several leaders raised their heads in unison.

The next second, his eyes widened with shock.

A huge monster with a body that blocked out the sun flashed in the clouds, and the thick clouds rolled and stirred violently, as if a storm was brewing.

"Scorpion crossbow, quickly set up the crossbow!"

The chief's heart was pounding, and he didn't have time to pretend to be cool and roar.

Unmistakable.

You will definitely not go wrong.

The shadow I just saw was clearly a giant dragon soaring high in the sky.

We can only hope that Long Fei is flying too high and can’t find them.

However, facing the giant dragon that has air superiority, how could such a large team escape sight?

"Land, Vermithor!"

The sky suddenly became quiet, and a low murmur like that of death was heard.

The chief's eyes froze for a moment, and then he shouted to the crossbowmen to raise the alarm and deal with the giant dragon that was about to appear.

"Hiss-"

The clouds were suddenly torn apart, revealing a huge dragon head with a ferocious horn crown, and its vertical pupils, as bright as copper foil, flashed with tyranny.

boom--

As soon as Womisol appeared, he dived down from the sky and spewed out a billowing dragon flame like a magma eruption towards the camp.

After an explosion, scorching dragon flames splashed everywhere.

The Myr mercenaries knew they could not defeat the dragon, so they bought two scorpion crossbows to accompany the army.

Under the dragon's flames, the wooden frame of the scorpion crossbow was burned, and the loaded crossbow arrows were blown away on the spot, leaving the surface full of melted pits.

"dragon!!"

"The dragon is coming, run away."

The copper-colored dragon flame attached itself to any flammable material, burning hundreds of mercenaries to death and instantly triggering the rest of the people's fear of dragons.

He had no time to care about the leaders and had no intention of resisting.

Looking down from the sky, the team was divided into two halves.

Half of them approached the dragon flame, their formation as chaotic as ants, and the other half fled in the opposite direction like the receding tide.

How could I let you run away?

Aemon's eyes turned cold, he gripped the handle of the dragon saddle tightly and turned his body to the left.

"Roar--"

Womisoer sensed something, and with a low roar, he dived to the left, opened his ferocious mouth and spewed out dragon flames. Boom boom boom! …

The bronze dragon was like a bomber. The two men and the dragon surrounded three to four thousand mercenaries.

No matter where the enemy runs, the dragon flame will block the way and then turn around and sweep across.

After a few times, the mercenaries were completely frightened and ran around in a group like headless flies.

Womisol was like a fish in water, his dragon flame plowing the ground repeatedly, and the bright copper dragon flame after the explosion splashed out gorgeous fire lotuses.

The number of mercenaries was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

When there were less than a few hundred people left, the dragon flame finally stopped.

Womisol licked the dragon's kiss with great satisfaction, and his pair of overwhelming brown wings folded up and landed in front of the crowd with a bang.

"Do not!!"

The chief's whole body was blackened by the smoke, and he screamed in fear while rolling around.

Seeing him like this, Aemon frowned slightly and gave up the idea of ​​interrogating him.

Dust rises in the distance.

Rumbling--

A group of fully-equipped valley knights carrying the dragon-sign eagle tri-point flag came charging forward amid billowing dust.

"I am late, Your Majesty!"

Robb, who was in the lead, didn't dare to get close to the dragon on his horse and apologized from a distance of ten meters.

"Back off."

Aemon waved his hand, and a bronze horn appeared in his hand. He untied the chains and stepped down from the dragon's back.

call out!
A light gray dragon shadow flashed across the sky and disappeared into the swirling and gathering clouds.

When Aemon looked up, he could still see a bare tail exposed.

"Uuuuuu——"

The war horn sounded, and its sound was as ancient as the muffled thunder of ancient times.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow let out a cry, and a dragon head emerged, followed by an entire well-proportioned dragon body.

Aemon stopped playing, took a step back, and shouted, "Attack!"

boom--

The gray shadow hesitated for a moment, and the whole dragon fell rapidly, accumulating a dragon flame fireball with a diameter of one meter and smashing down.

The Mir mercenaries had no time to escape, and the crowd blew up a gap with a diameter of ten meters.

The lucky ones died instantly, while the unlucky ones broke their arms and legs and rolled in the dragon flames crying and wailing.

Aemon watched coldly, showing no mercy.

He went to check out the town that had been destroyed by these beasts. It was so horrific that it could not be described as such after the massacre and then the burning.

It's hell on earth.

"Uuuuuu——"

Raise the war horn and blow it again.

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow's sapphire vertical pupils shrank and he suppressed his timid nature. He hovered above the crowd and spit out one dragon flame fireball after another.

Aemon watched and calculated.

The diameter of these dragon flame fireballs is one meter at a time and two and a half meters at a time.

Gray Shadow is a ten-meter-long little wild dragon. To be able to achieve such a level of destructive power, he has quite a lot of talent.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the bombardment was over.

"Hiss~~"

The gray shadow fell to the ground dejectedly, crawled on the ground using its front wings, and came behind the silver-haired poop shoveler.

Aemon turned around.

A dragon head with a pair of horns was hanging above his head, and the slender dragon neck was close to him, rubbing against him.

Hakikage, you bastard!

Aemon laughed.

The light grayish white scales appear even more white and misty when viewed up close.

It feels cool and smooth against the skin, a bit like pure natural jade.

"Hiss~~"

Gray Shadow acted like a rogue, blinking his sapphire vertical pupils again and again, trying to make the silver-haired owner see his guilt.

It's so obedient, so it's not too much to ask for a fragrant fruit.

"Go away, coward."

Imon plays a man with a heart of stone, pushing away the clinging gray shadow.

The main point is that once you get something, you don't cherish it.

"Gah!"

The little wild dragon's eyes suddenly turned fierce and he roared at the silver-haired shit shoveler.

Snap!

A thick dragon tail covered with bronze scales smashed down on the head, beating the little wild dragon that dared to show its teeth and making it roll on the ground.

"Hiss!"

Gray Shadow was completely enraged. He let out a hoarse roar, turned around, got up, flapped his wings and flew away.

In a fit of anger, he got angry.

"This cowardly fellow."

Aemon slapped his forehead. Everywhere he looked he looked like an unruly wild dragon.

Lower the overall level of the wild dragon ranks.

He obviously has great talents, his dragon flame form is unique, and he also has a great ability to hide.

But he is too timid and dares not fight back when being bullied.

The half-crippled Myr mercenaries took advantage of the gap and ran for their lives.

Aemon took a quick glance and said calmly, "Dragon Flame, Wormithor!"

"Hiss-"

A fierce light flashed in Womisol's vertical pupils, he stretched out his thick neck, and a line of dragon flame spurted out.

The few remaining mercenaries were instantly turned into charcoal ashes by the dragon flames.

"Gulu!"

Robb witnessed thousands of deaths and swallowed stiffly.

Why does it feel like Your Majesty is even more cruel than the Myr mercenaries?

"uh-huh."

Aemon put away the war horn and climbed up the rope ladder that hung on the ground.

He was not Uncle Viserys, nor was he his grandfather or great-grandfather Jaehaerys.

War is cruel, just kill everyone.

The reason why the cruel Maegor was assassinated was not only because his brain was damaged, but more because he was not cruel enough.

Either don't kill, or kill to the end.

He went back on his word even after the negotiation, which only gave himself more room for criticism.

Learn from him and kill without blinking an eye!
"Your Majesty, where are we going next?"

Robb rode closer.

The ones who died today were the most rebellious Myr mercenaries. There are still some scattered small forces in the disputed area.

"Let's go and carve out a piece of fertile Myr territory."

Aemon waved his hand.

The main goal is to find a border line to build a new city.

By the way, cultivate the gray shadow who bullies the weak and fears the strong.

(End of this chapter)