Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 214: The Miraculous Dragon Egg of Old Valyria
"It's all up to you."

Lanar chuckled helplessly, walked to the other side, and wrapped her arm around him tightly.

Aemon patted her arm, telling her not to worry.

I have been an honest child for a long time.

When facing war, the family members have too many concerns.

He is not afraid.

He is also keen on riding dragons and using dragons to preach truth.

I believe even if we destroy Slave Bay.

Dear uncle, I can understand him too.

……

That night, the king arrived.

Viserys was bored in his chambers, playing with the stone figurines on the table, his heart still in turmoil.

Why?

"Your Majesty, would you like to ask the Queen or the Little Prince to chat with you?"

Sir Harold, perceiving the king's absent-mindedness, asked his customary question.

"This……"

Viserys was indeed more alert, but a little hesitant.

Call Alison?
In the past, even when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would ask them to talk by candlelight.

But I don’t know if it’s because I wasn’t frugal when I was young.

After having my youngest son Darren, that became a little overwhelming.

"Forget it, don't bother them so late at night."

Viserys put on a helpless smile, a look of concern for his family.

"uh-huh."

Sir Harold shrugged and said, "You are the greatest, King."

We have known each other for decades, how could I not know you?

Viserys was a little embarrassed and coughed twice: "Any news about Daemon recently?"

"He's been hanging out in the brothels on Silk Street, getting drunk all day long."

Sir Harold pouted as he spoke.

"Well, let him be."

Viserys waved his hand in disappointment.

He knew that Damon was competing with him.

But he really had no reason to agree to Damon and Lady Rhea's request to dissolve their marriage.

A complete family brings endless benefits to a person's life.

Even though my nephew's home doesn't have much warmth, at least he has both parents.

Just based on this point, I am already better than most people.

If the marriage is really dissolved, the whole family will become rootless and floating.

"There is something about Prince Damon. I wonder if I should report it to you?"

Sir Harold hesitated and spoke in confusion.

Veselisai's heart skipped a beat, and he said solemnly, "Tell me about it."

When it is necessary to report, you must report.

"Prince Daemon would visit the Dragon's Lair every few days when he sobered up."

Sir Harold knew this was not surprising, so he was puzzled: "But he seems to be very interested in the young dragon, and has repeatedly explored the dragon pit of Dreamfyre despite obstruction."

"Araxes?"

Viserys frowned.

That new generation dragon with blue-gray scales and red wing membranes.

"Yes."

Sir Harold nodded and said seriously, "He is suspicious."

Having said that, I believe the king understands what he means.

Damon once publicly said that he had secretly married a Miss Rogar from Rees, and that she was pregnant with his child.

According to Targaryen custom, a dragon egg is placed in the cradle of a newborn baby.

Daemon observes the young dragons and breaks into the dragon's lair, where the mother dragon Dreamfire lives.

Most likely in preparation for the unborn child.

Apart from this, there was nothing else that could keep him in King's Landing and delay his return to Lys.

"This bastard!"

Viserys gritted his teeth at the thought.

He was 100% sure that Damon was capable of doing such a bastard thing.

Because he has a criminal record!

"Keep an eye on the dragon's lair, and order the dragon keepers to patrol more closely to prevent any more thefts."

Viserys calmed down his anger and gave the death order directly.

A bastard son of a Lysse bitch doesn't deserve a dragon egg.

Damn Damon!
Don't even think about stealing dragon eggs under his nose again.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Sir Harold nodded solemnly and said that he would send his Iron Guard brothers to do it later.

"Okay, I'll be alone for a while."

Viserys sighed softly and said sadly: "You should go back and rest too."

When I mention dragon eggs, I can't help but think of my daughter and nephew who are away.

I don't know if it went well.

He was so worried that he lost interest in playing with the stone sculptures.

"You should also go to bed early."

Sir Harold obediently withdrew.

……

Slave Bay.

Aemon led Astapor's northern expedition army and stationed on the loess road from Meereen to Yunkai.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to insert an army into the heart of two hostile city-states.

But he has a dragon!

Unless another dragon attacks the tent, any assault, encounter, or ambush will be useless.

Once the dragon spits out flames, all reading military books is in vain.

"What should we do next?"

In the open-air tent, Rhaenyra asked in confusion.

It was her first time to come into contact with the rhythm of warfare, and she was dizzy with all the rules and regulations.

"Wait."

Yimon is very frugal with words.

Hearing this, Rainiera became even more confused.

She admitted that Aemon was a little better than her.

His Royal Highness the Prince has never been fond of studying since childhood, and has specialized in martial arts and history.

Moreover, he has an extremely enviable talent for war.

Four words: marching and fighting.

Just like a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, from the thick trunk to the green leaves, all aspects must be taken into consideration.

For example, where is the safest place to camp.

Is there sufficient water at the camping site?

Or, is there a mountain to rely on to reduce the pressure of defense?

She couldn't understand the more specific content at all.

For example, soldiers take turns to go to the toilet on time, depending on where the toilet is located.

It is important to carry hay in the baggage train, not only for the horses and mules pulling the train, but also for the soldiers to rely on hay to keep warm at night.

These strange but reasonable things have never been heard before.

"Don't ask, just do it."

Lanar smiled helplessly and comforted Rhaenyra who was worried about her low IQ.

to be honest.

She was a model lady who received an aristocratic education, but she couldn't understand these things.

Rhaenyra was even more confused.

Is it rare that she understands?

"You two should shut up."

Aemon held his forehead with one hand and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

It's a sure win, just follow and gain experience. There's no need to ask so many questions because you won't understand them.

"His Majesty!"

Suddenly, the fierce accent of the Dothraki people was heard outside the tent.

Aemon glanced back and uttered a word in his fledgling Dothraki: "Come in!"

The trick is to flick your tongue.

The sound produced is relatively low, with a natural sense of oppression.

A bloodrider entered.

His eyes were filled with surprise, and as he entered the room, he stole glances at Imon several times.

The Dragon King actually knows Dothraki?

"Where are the Omkao people?"

Aemon locked eyes with him, applying pressure.

"Kao has already led the team out."

The Blood Guards did not dare to neglect and answered respectfully with their heads bowed.

Seeing this, Aemon laughed secretly, raised his chin and signaled him to leave.

The blood guards fled away in disgrace.

As soon as the people left, Rhaenyra asked hurriedly, "Omkao took the people out so early in the morning. Did you give the order?"

"of course."

Aemon was in a good mood, and he stretched out his arms. He was waiting for Omkao to take action.

Fighting.

It is not for robbery like a bandit, nor is it for satisfying the bestial nature of greed and murder.

Wars are fought for wealth and land, culture and people's hearts.

If you want to win, it's very simple.

The three of them rode on dragons and flew over Meereen, breathing dragon flames.

Meereen still doesn't know that the Dragon King has arrived in Slaver's Bay and is completely defenseless.

After the dragon's rage, it was like the Dothraki breaking into and looting the city.

The city was destroyed and reduced to ruins.

But what's the use?

What Aemon wanted was the nest of dragon eggs in the Sea of ​​Smoke, and what he wanted was to liberate the Slave Bay and build a small rear area in a semi-ruled state.

So, you can't force it.

Be gentle.

Kill only the Great Lords and slave traders of Meereen, leaving behind the obedient commoners and oppressed slaves.

The title of Breaker of Shackles is given.

The people of Meereen would have known him as a guiding light, as the people of Astapor and New Ghis had known him.

His Royal Highness's kindness is not over yet!!
"What on earth did you arrange for Omkao to do?"

Rhaenyra stared with clear eyes, full of curiosity.

"Open the gate for me."

Eamon told the truth.

"Ok?"

Renira tilted her head.

"Wait."

Aemon is smiling and must not be in a hurry.

……

the other side.

Omkaal led the khalasar to the foot of the towering reddish-brown walls of Meereen.

Under the terrified eyes of the slave soldiers, he rode in circles on his black warhorse.

A full display of Dothraki diplomacy.

After half a day's work.

The city gate slowly opened, and a group of gorgeously dressed men and women walked out.

Most of them are Gith with black hair and dark skin, but there are also a few Valyrians with silver hair and purple eyes.

Meereen is the largest city in Slaver's Bay, with a complex mix of bloodlines.

Omkao stood tall on his horse, looking down at the group of guys.

Only the great lords who ruled over the city could dress like this in Meereen.

"Respected Kaa, I am sorry to have kept you waiting."

A relatively young male master bowed in greeting as a representative.

He is of Gis descent.

His black hair was tied into a braid, his facial features were unusually handsome, he wore a bright yellow robe, and his neck, wrists and fingers were adorned with luxurious gold ornaments.

"We have prepared a banquet for you, and will give you generous gifts afterwards."

Barbaro de Ryans straightened up and said with a generous smile.

Spend money to eliminate disasters.

This is a decision made after consultation among a group of great leaders, and it has been the custom for a long time.

"Enter the city!"

Omkao had a blank expression on his face and flicked his whip indifferently.

The black horse under his crotch neighed and ran towards the open gate of Meereen.

The Dothraki were barbaric and attacked cities and looted everywhere, causing one tragedy after another.

But there are no winners in war.

Not only were the defenders terrified, but every defense came at a heavy price.

Even the attacking Dothraki suffered countless casualties each time.

Once the number of Khalasars is drastically reduced, they will become fat pieces of meat in the eyes of other khals.

Therefore, there would be no benefit in capturing the city.

But human wisdom is infinite, and we can always come up with win-win solutions.

So in the long course of history, the Dothraki developed another strange custom when attacking cities.

As long as the city is targeted, including but not limited to free trade city-states, etc.

Willing to pay a large fortune, the Dothraki will retreat contentedly after they have the supplies.

However, the Dothraki openly did not recognize this kind of transaction of paying compensation to stop the war.

In Dothraki tradition, trade is disdained.

That is the act of the weak.

In his view, equals should only give gifts to each other.

That's why when the Dothraki came to attack the city, the great lords said they would prepare a large gift.

Cover up the humiliating fact of reparations.

Omkao rode his horse into the city, and dozens of Blood Guards and Howling Warriors rushed out from the Khalasar behind him, following Kao in a line.

The great leaders are no longer surprised by this.

The Dothraki have always been rude and disrespectful, and they always show off their powerful military force.

Fortunately, I know how to follow the rules.

After agreeing to accept the "gift", they will not cause trouble when entering the city.

"Let's go too."

Barbarod secretly breathed a sigh of relief and called the other great lords back to the city.

We also have to entertain these ancestors.

……

Inside the Great Pyramid, the luxuriously decorated hall is filled with tables, chairs and benches.

Omkao sat on the ground, and in front of him was a low table filled with the delicacies that the Dothraki loved to eat.

Raw beef, freshly-pulled horse hearts, whole grilled cobras...

These are all tough jobs that most people can't enjoy.

"I didn't know what your taste was, so I asked the cook to make some of each."

Barbarod held his head high and was quite proud of the scale of the banquet.

Omkao grabbed a piece of sliced ​​raw beef and saw that there was not even a trace of blood on it. He looked at it with disdain and put it back on the plate.

Barbarod was stunned.

He had the chef cut it carefully, freeze it with ice to keep it fresh, and eat it with the chili sauce on the table.

“You really don’t know how to enjoy yourself.”

He shook his head secretly.

Omkao didn't care at all. His eyes were like a pool of dead water, recalling the scene he saw when he entered the city.

A dozen Tyroshis with colorful hair had their throats cut and were crucified.

They were placed on both sides of the road at the city gate.

The blood had all dried up, and the place was filled with flies and insects in the hot summer.

There was something missing in Lord Dragon King's prediction.

The Great Lords of Meereen broke the rules, killing the Tyroshi mercenaries who sought refuge and taking the treasures without spending a penny.

"Lord Kao, on your way here, did you see a group of treacherous Tyroshi mercenaries?"

Barbarod suddenly asked.

Omkao raised his head and glanced at him coldly, then uttered a short word.

The literal translation is to kill.

In the mouth of the slave old translator, it became: "They sought the protection of the khal, slowed down the journey of the khalasar, and were killed and sacrificed to the horse god."

"That's great."

Barbarod laughed.

He was also worried that the remaining Tyroshi mercenaries would cause trouble and leak the news.

Death is good, death is clean.

In front of the old translator, he stood up and said excitedly: "Tell Kao to wait a moment, I will prepare a generous gift for him."

After saying that, he hurriedly left.

The old translator relayed the message to Omkao, who frowned slightly and watched Barbarod leave.

There were more than a few people present.

Several great lords accompanied him and were accustomed to Barbarod's flamboyant personality.

When you find something good, you have to show it off.

Soon, Barbarod came running back.

"Look, what have I prepared for you?"

Two slave servants carried a wooden box and placed it in front of Omkao.

Omkao was very calm and did not move at all.

The blood guard beside him was very considerate. He wiped the greasy corners of his mouth, stood up, tightened his belt, and started to open the wooden box.

Squeak!

The box opened, revealing its true contents.

Omkao took one look and was immediately stunned.

"This is!?"

At the bottom of the box filled with hay, there were three oval dragon eggs placed against each other.

Omkao could no longer sit still, so he stood up and knelt down again, lying on the box to observe carefully.

There are three dragon eggs in total.

The shell is covered with scales, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Green, black and one yellow.

Even though the stone skin has turned gray, its original bright color can still be seen.

(End of this chapter)