Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 212: Dothraki Great Grass Sea

Aemon was shocked.

Only after receiving the letter did I know the details.

The cause was the destruction of the Three Women's Kingdom, and a large number of mercenaries became stray dogs and ran to the Summer Sea to plunder.

Some of the Tyroshi mercenaries were attacked and forced to hide in the sea of ​​smoke.

In the ruins of Valyria, known as the Cursed Lands, a nest of dragon eggs was unearthed.

Fortunately, a small number of people walked out of the sea of ​​smoke alive.

And brought back the nest of dragon eggs, whose authenticity was unknown.

The letter from the sea serpent is more complete.

His spies in Braavos reported back that someone in Braavos secretly offered a high price to buy the nest of dragon eggs.

The Tyroshi mercenaries landed in Volantis, wanting to spend money to buy a batch of large ships.

But there had been a conflict between the two sides, and Volantis refused to sell them ships.

There was no other way, the Tyroshi mercenaries could only change their route.

He planned to cross the Dothraki Great Grass Sea, head south to the Slave Bay, and purchase a ship for sailing.

It was in Volantis, too, that word leaked out.

"Somebody come!"

Viserys suppressed his anger and shouted loudly: "Inform Lord Lyonel and convene an urgent royal meeting!"

Squeak!

Sir Harold pushed the door open and said hurriedly, "Please wait a moment, Your Majesty."

"and many more."

Aemon called out to him and said solemnly, "Write to Tidehead Island, inform Aunt Rhaenys, and call a family meeting."

When it comes to dragon eggs, the family must be informed both publicly and privately.

"Yes!"

When Sir Harold saw that the king was silent, he immediately drove him out.

……

noon.

The sun is shining and the wind is beautiful.

Viserys stood on the balcony, quietly looking out the window at the scenery.

The dome dragon cave is very eye-catching.

A flock of seabirds flapped their wings and soared across the clear blue sky.

Light shines into the conference hall through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but it does not bring warmth.

At this time, people were gradually sitting on both sides of the conference table.

On the left are the royal ministers headed by Leonor.

Except for Sea Snake and Tailan who went out to the Stone Steps Islands, the other three ministers of justice, the minister of finance, and the grand secretary have all arrived.

On the right are members of the family council.

Rhaenys sat in the first seat, still wearing her red soft armor. She had come from Tidehead Island on Melias.

Aemon is also on the right, with Laena and Rhaenyra on his left and right.

At the end sat Damon, looking relaxed.

He hasn't left King's Landing yet, and has been hanging out in Silk Street and Flea Bottom.

"You should know why I called an emergency meeting?"

Viserys turned, his face terribly grim.

"Is there really a nest of dragon eggs from old Valyria?"

Rhaenys asked with a serious look on her face, in disbelief.

"Who knows."

Viserys calmed down at this time and sneered: "Even Balerion returned seriously injured wherever he went. There must be something unknown in it, right?"

"That's right, whether it's true or not, we have to take it seriously."

Rhaenys took a deep breath and said seriously.

"The dragon eggs cannot be left alone."

Yimon looked serious and took the lead in expressing his opinion.

Dragons are the foundation of the Targaryens.

Anyone who dares to attack the dragon is an enemy of the Targaryens.

Otto hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, think twice before you act."

"If we don't understand the situation, we will have nowhere to use our strength."

Leonor hurried to follow up with the suggestion.

Hearing this, Viserys fell silent, his eyes flickering.

There are many doubts in this matter.

First of all, the Sea of ​​Smoke is extremely dangerous and exploration has been prohibited since my grandfather’s time.

Secondly, more than two hundred years have passed since the doomsday catastrophe.

The incubation period of a dragon egg is about a hundred years.

Among the first batch of dragon eggs that "the Exile" Inar brought to Dragonstone, most of them had lost their vitality and turned into cold stone eggs even though they were maintained in a greenhouse.

The dragon eggs in the sea of ​​smoke will only make things worse.

What the Tyroshi mercenaries have in their hands is most likely just a nest of stone eggs.

Thinking of this, Viserys's expression became more serious.

"This matter is non-negotiable."

Seeing his uncle's hesitation, Aemon took out the letter sent back by the sea snake and analyzed it calmly:
"Someone suddenly borrowed a large sum of money from the Iron Bank as collateral. It is very likely related to this nest of dragon eggs."

The letter highlighted this.

Someone in Braavos had secretly offered a high price for that nest of dragon eggs.

How high exactly is it? Judging from the mortgaged property, it must be at least one million gold royals.

"This is more than the price of buying a nest of stone eggs as a collection."

Viserys grasped the point immediately.

Old man Lin Man, who had been unable to get a word in, sighed: "The last time I lost a dragon egg, I didn't sell it for so much money."

Everyone recalled their memories.

During the reign of King Rensheng, there was a terrible incident of dragon egg theft.

The victim was the elder sister of the elderly king, Rhaena Targaryen, the Queen of the East.

She is like Rhaenyra now, who tamed the dragon Dreamfyre when she was a girl.

Become the first driver of Dream Fire.

When she lived on Dragonstone, her girlfriend stole a nest of dragon eggs from Dreamfyre and sold them to Sea King Bravs in exchange for a fleet to go out to sea.

Three dragon eggs in total!

Fortunately, decades have passed and no baby dragons have hatched in the outside world.

Therefore, based on the previous purchase price, there is only one possibility.

The dragon eggs in the sea of ​​smoke have the potential to hatch.

"It's incredible."

Lannar couldn't help but feel emotional.

A two hundred year old dragon egg, buried in a sea of ​​smoke in such a harsh environment, could still remain alive.

"Nothing lasts forever."

Damon interrupted and calmly played with the identity stone ball.

After his initial surprise, he had digested the information.

Otto glanced at him and asked, "The dragon egg is most likely in the Dothraki Great Grass Sea. Who will take it back?"

"This……"

Viserys hesitated for a moment, looking to his blood relative on his right.

Five dragon riders are enough to accomplish many things.

but……

Viserys finally looked at Ser Harold standing behind him and said solemnly, "Send a few Kingsguards and prepare to go to the East Continent."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sir Harold responded in silence.

Seeing this, Rhaenys frowned and was about to speak.

"I'd better go."

Aemon interrupted directly.

Viserys was quite tempted, but his nephew had just returned to King's Landing, and he said regretfully: "You still have to hold the engagement ceremony."

After saying that, he looked at Lannar, who was wearing a sea blue skirt.

Lannar had a calm expression on her face, her waist-length silver-gold curly hair slightly disheveled, and she was also riding Vhagar back from Tidehead Island.

"The engagement can be postponed, but once the dragon egg is gone, it's gone for real."

Aemon said, holding Lanaer's warm little hand on her thigh, his eyes showing apology.

"fine."

Lanar was sensible and ladylike: "Dragon eggs are important!"

Rhaenys nodded silently.

I don't know whether I agree with my nephew's idea or am pleased with my daughter's magnanimity.

"Well, you can go."

Viserys smiled. "What do you need? Men, horses, or supplies. I can tell you."

Aemon said it was not necessary.

He could ride on his dragon and reach the Great Dothraki Grass Sea in two days.

Too many people will only hinder our progress.

"Father."

Rainier suddenly turned her head and stared at her father, the meaning was self-evident.

"Are you going too?"

Viserys paled slightly, not wanting his daughter to go.

The Crown Prince should stay safely in King's Landing.

"Syrax is very good, it can help."

Rhaenyra urged. Viserys wanted to refuse.

"Your Majesty, let me go too."

When the father and daughter were in a stalemate, Lannar spoke softly.

Viserys was startled when he heard this and looked at his cousin Rhaenys first.

I'm used to the bad habits of my parents.

It is natural to judge others by what you think you are doing.

"I respect Lanar's decision."

Rhaenys spread her hands, indicating that anything was fine.

It just so happens that her trip was not in vain.

"The engagement ceremony has been postponed, and I'm just sitting around doing nothing on Chaotou Island anyway."

Lanar answered calmly, holding Aemon's hand, and said softly, "Why don't we go together? One more person means more strength."

Aemon smiled down.

This gentle and graceful temperament that comes to your face is really enough to drown you in the land of tenderness.

Really secretly happy!
"Okay, that's it."

Viserys stopped refusing and said, "We can be more at ease if you three travel together."

There were three elders present.

His cousin Rhaenys, himself, and his younger brother Daemon.

The children of the other two people all left, but he was the only one who was reluctant to let go, and instead felt out of place.

"We'll leave tomorrow."

Aemon stood up and set the date directly.

This should be done sooner rather than later.

……

the next day.

Aemon set out early and arrived at the dragon's lair.

When the dragon keeper released Wormisor, he took out the Hammer of Fire and looked at it again and again.

In the dimly lit hall, the flame inscription on the hammer's surface twisted slightly, as if it had life.

As a dream walker, he values ​​his dreams.

Two omens appeared in the dream.

The solitary mountain turned into a volcano, and a sacred bronze tree grew up.

The former should be on the Hammer of Fire.

This means that one day in the future, he will pry open the underground lava of Lonely Mountain.

Another omen that puzzled him.

The bronze sacred tree is planted in the dragon's nest, and is guarded by silver wings.

Outsiders cannot enter.

He wasn't in Riverdale and didn't know if anything had changed.

But last night Jane Sifu wrote to him, saying that everything was fine in River Valley Town and he didn't need to worry.

"I still have to find time to go back in person."

Aemon whispered.

"looking at what?"

Lannar's magnetic voice came from behind.

Aemon turned around, raised his hand, and showed off with a smile: "A new hammer."

"Then you can forge better tools?"

Lannar put her hands behind her back and teased with a smile.

Aemon was dazzled by her.

Only then did I realize that her outfit today was unusual.

A black tight-fitting top, a red soft armor outer layer, and matching black tights outline her seductive curves.

Pay special attention to her waist.

Pinned a delicate-looking one-handed sword for ladies.

It was a weapon he forged himself, a special weapon called "Dragon Knight" mixed with fire ore.

"I was just worried that I wouldn't have a chance to use it."

Seeing Aemon's gaze falling, Lannar took out his sword and looked a little solemn.

The slender silver-gray sword body flashed with cold light, and a line of blood ran through the head and tail, as if blood vessels were beating.

It is obvious at first glance that this is a treasure that should not be underestimated.

"You're both here."

Rhaenyra looked at the two men with an unfriendly look, and then she looked specifically at the "Dragon Rider."

Aemon was speechless for a moment.

Rainier was also dressed very beautifully.

She was dressed in a black dragon-riding suit, her long silver-gold hair was braided behind her head, and she had a sword called "Kingdom of Light" slung around her waist.

Look at the way he pays attention to "Dragon Knight".

An image popped up in Aemon's mind.

"Is it just for me, or are there some for the other girls as well?"

……

The three of them rode on the dragon and quickly reached their destination.

The Great Dothraki Grass Sea is located in the interior of Essos, where the Dothraki, a "horse tribe", live.

To the east, across the Andalus Mountains that divide the western side of the continent, are a number of free trade city-states.

To the north is the Forest of Qohor.

Qohor, one of the nine free trade cities, is one of the places most frequently visited by the Dothraki.

To the south are the Valyrian Peninsula, Slaver's Bay, and even the Red Waste.

After spanning the entire Dothraki Grass Sea, it is separated by a huge inland sea.

The Dothraki never crossed the sea.

After several days of traveling, a vast sea of ​​green grass came into view.

Aemon rode on the dragon's back, leaning over and looking down, his eyes filled with shock at being conquered by the wonders of nature.

Endless lush grassland.

Even though the dragon was flying high in the sky, it was impossible to see the entire Great Grass Sea in a short time.

The grass was half a person's height, and was covered with small goose yellow flowers in patches.

Aemon couldn't even imagine how many snakes, insects, rats and ants would crawl onto people's bodies if they trudged through it.

"Let us follow the trail of the Dothraki migrations."

Lanar shouted.

The Dothraki society is relatively backward, and still follows a tribal system where the strong prey on the weak.

Whenever the rains were not satisfactory, the tribe would migrate.

A large tribe of tens or even hundreds of thousands of people would trample out a broad road across the vast sea of ​​grass when passing through a place.

Aemon glanced over.

Their current location is in the eastern part of the Great Grass Sea.

Follow the trail to the southeast and you will reach Slaver's Bay at the end.

"Roar——"

Vhagar's pupils were vertical and cold, and his huge body swept over the large blades of grass, with a dragon flying in front.

Lanino said.

He and Lannar had been to the Great Grass Sea and were familiar with the local customs.

The advantage is simply being able to find the way.

They are much better than the otaku couple Aemon and Rhaenyra.

Aemon slapped the dragon's back, and Wormithor followed closely.

Compared with the two old dragons, Syrax looked particularly small and hurriedly chased after them.

I don’t know how long it took to fly.

Aemon felt tired, and seeing green no longer protected his eyes, instead he felt a little dizzy.

The climate in Dacaohai is like summer all year round.

Scientifically speaking, the closer you are to the equator, the longer the daylight hours are.

Iamon deduced based on his body's reaction.

In Westeros now, it would probably be sunset.

"Look, there's someone in front!"

Suddenly, Lannar's cry of surprise was heard.

Aemon suddenly perked up, rubbed his dry eyes and looked at the scene in the distance.

It was a migrating Dothraki tribe.

The large population marched forward in a mighty force, forming a long dragon across the sea of ​​grass.

Aemon looked over and saw at least tens of thousands of people.

This is a lot in Westeros, but in the Great Grass Sea, it can only be considered a small tribe.

Of course, this is not the key.

What's really nice is that there's a group at the end of the tribe that's distinct from the Dothraki.

Like a piece of white bread with a piece of dust on it.

"This is?"

Aemon poked his head out excitedly.

Several of the carriages were carrying banners bearing the emblem of the Tyroshi mercenaries.

"Catch up, Wormithor!"

With the dragon egg right in front of him, Aemon couldn't help but charge forward.

"Hiss-"

With a roar, Wormithor stared at the Dothraki tribe below with his bronze pupils, then lowered his head and dived down.

(End of this chapter)