Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 216: Yimon: "I have a cub!?"

What a warm greeting.

Unfortunately, no one can understand this situation.

"Gulu~"

A bearded master swallowed hard and waved quietly to the slave soldiers.

The dragon was powerful, but he wanted to test how powerful it was.

Just try it.

The slave soldier raised his spear tremblingly, his stiff body betraying every action.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Aemon was slightly stunned and couldn't help but feel amused.

The enemy not only refused to surrender, but also launched an attack on us?
Womisol's bronze-bright vertical pupils narrowed slightly, his mouth opened to reveal his jagged fangs, and pungent white smoke with a sulfur smell spewed out of his nostrils.

"We surrender!"

Some people couldn't bear the oppressive feeling of the voice and shouted and knelt down to the dragon.

As soon as my knees touched the ground, the last line of psychological defense collapsed.

"Haha, this is more like it."

Aemon patted the dragon's back, signaling Wormithor to wait.

Womisol closed his dragon's mouth and distanced himself from the great lords in the audience.

It's so huge.

The highest wall of the Colosseum did not even reach its thick neck, but was just level with its broad back.

If you lower your head a little, you will end up standing in the audience seats.

The scorching air stream spurted out of the mouth and nose, accurately and accurately sprinkled on the great masters.

That's hotter than steam.

"We surrender, we surrender."

People knelt one after another, including the great lords who once regarded the dragon as an imaginary enemy.

They kneel the fastest and with the most standard posture.

Yimon smiled. He didn't expect these guys to be so spineless.

A bunch of termites raised in a wealthy household.

"Great Dragon King, please forgive us."

A female leader knelt on the ground, deliberately bending her waist and lifting her hips to highlight her voluptuous figure.

Not only do people around me not feel ashamed of this, but they even wish they were girls.

Being stabbed is better than being hit by dragon flames.

"Of course, I forgive you."

Imon was very generous and didn't bother with these guys.

"Thank you, thank you very much, great Dragon King."

The great masters were overjoyed and began to flatter the emperor in order to survive.

"but!"

Aemon changed the subject and the smile faded from his face.

The great masters all shuddered and had a bad premonition.

Yimon said expressionlessly, "I don't like the word great. It sounds too cheap to you."

The slave owners of Astapor were clearly doing the most cruel thing, training the Unsullied, but they claimed to be good masters to the outside world.

The slave owners of Meereen were even more shameless.

A bunch of despicable slave traders, letting others call them great masters.

It means great master.

Hearing this, the great masters were completely disappointed.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something."

Yimon seemed to realize something, leaned forward a little, and smiled teasingly: "I don't eat beef!"

The words fell.

Before the great masters could understand what it meant, an indelible shadow loomed over their heads.

Wormithor leaned forward again, his dragon kiss slightly open.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemon ordered calmly.

boom--

Billowing dragon flames as bright as copper foil poured out, hitting the audience seats with great impact.

The great masters' eyes were bulging with anger, and they had no time to shout or beg for mercy.

The dragon flame, like molten copper, instantly turned into carbonized clay dolls, which turned into ashes in the aftermath of the explosion.

When the Dothraki saw this, they immediately roared with excitement.

The sound of Oh-la-la is particularly harsh.

Aemon turned around and saw that the gates to the great arena were locked, blocking the Dothraki from rushing out and opening the gates.

Without paying too much attention, he raised his head towards Omkha who was covered in blood.

"Roar--"

With a low roar, Womisol turned his huge body slightly, and his thick and long dragon tail burst out like a battering ram.

The solid wooden door had no power to resist and was smashed into pieces of wood all over the ground.

"rush out!"

Omkao's eyes lit up and they saw their war horses were outside.

At the same time, there was a loud bang at the gate of Meereen.

With a loud bang, it was like a volcano erupting.

Aemon seemed to realize something, looked up at the sky, and caught a glimpse of a huge dark green old dragon.

Vhagar has moved.

"Let's go."

Aemon's lips curled up slightly and he patted the dragon's back.

Womisol shook his dragon head, bent his hind legs slightly and squatted, then flapped his wings and flew into the air.

In a flash, it soared into the sky.

……

The Great Pyramid.

After the Dothraki broke through the city gate, the rest of the city was in chaos, with the sounds of fighting and looting.

Only the towering Great Pyramid remains somewhat calm.

Until a giant bronze dragon fell from the sky.

"dragon!!"

The slave soldiers on guard shouted in fear, picked up their spears and ran around, but could not find a chance to fight back.

Aemon's expression was calm, and he didn't even need to open his mouth.

Womisoel was so angry that he immediately used dragon flame to wash the ground.

In an instant, the shouting stopped.

Similar situations occurred in the East and West districts of Meereen.

Vhagar and Syrax circled in the sky, dominating the air supremacy that no one could shake, and spewed dragon flames from high above.

No matter how many slave soldiers resisted, it would be in vain.

It turned into a pool of ashes in an instant.

"Hiss!"

Just as Aemon was about to enter the Great Pyramid to search for dragon eggs, he saw Syrax flying over from afar.

"How did you come?"

he asked.

Rhaenyra untied the chain around her waist, jumped off the dragon's back, and took a breath. "The Dothraki are very strong. They have Laena and Vhagar to help them. They don't need my help."

In this era, Vhagar is synonymous with invincibility.

A huge body of 140 meters, with a ferocious and irritable temper.

It is simply an invincible war machine.

Imon had nothing to say and took her into the Great Pyramid.

Meereen is just a place that doesn't need three dragon riders to attack it all at once.

Once you enter the Great Pyramid, you will get a glimpse of the extravagance of the great lords.

Although the outside is made of stone, the inside is decorated with gold and splendor.

The candlesticks on the wall are all gold.

This shows how luxurious it is.

"Where are we going?"

Rhaenyra was serious.

The dragon tamer cannot compare to the old dragon left by the previous king, so it has to be useful to find things.

"do not know."

Eamon was straightforward.

Rhaenyra paused and asked in surprise, "How come that's like a headless fly?"

At this moment, a sneaky slave ran out from the corner.

"Here comes the guide."

Aemon grinned, rushed forward and grabbed the slave who was about to escape.

The slaves were so frightened that they began to think of resisting.

Imon glared and punched twice.

The slave's eyes suddenly became clear, and he fell to his knees, letting go of the pile of gold and silver utensils in his arms.

It turned out that he stole the money and ran away.

Aemon asked about the chambers of Barbarod, the most powerful lord in Meereen and owner of the great pyramid.

When the slave heard that it was a question to his master, he told him everything he knew.

"He also has a secret room where a Green Saint is enshrined. The newly acquired treasures are also given to the Green Saint for safekeeping."

After saying this, the slave kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Aemon looked back at Rhaenyra and motioned for her to turn around.

After he obeyed, he broke the slave's neck with a snap.

"Okay, I know the location."

Aemon goes in search of the Chamber of Secrets and the Green Maiden.

Before leaving, he considerately placed the body in a corner.

Meereen, Yunkai, and Astapor all originated from the ancient Ghis Empire of the Ghis people, and believed in the legendary harpies.

Where there is faith, there are naturally clergy.

Meereen is the most clearly divided, with a high priest and a group of saints in different veils.

She is said to be a saint, but in fact she is engaged in the most despicable flesh trade.

The Green Saint is considered to be the more noble among them. She does not have to serve civilians and slaves like the Red Saint, and generally has a certain social status.

The two came to Barbarod's bedroom and successfully found the secret room hidden behind the wall.
After some groping, Aemon pressed a stone brick and the door of the secret room rumbled open.

What caught my eye was a beautiful girl in a green gauze dress standing in the dim and cramped space.

She has fair skin, long black hair, and a fresh and refined temperament.

You can tell at first glance that she is a top-notch beauty.

Aemon only glanced at it, then quickly looked around the secret room, his eyes fixed on the ebony table in front of the Green Saint.

There are a bunch of glass bottle-like experimental props on the table, containing colorful potions.

It's a bit like the pseudo-magical style of the Academy.

However, what Imon was most concerned about were two other things.

A solid wooden box filled with soft hay and containing three oval dragon eggs.

Green, red and cream with green stripes.

There were three dragon eggs in total, their scaly shells covered with a layer of stone skin, and they had obviously lost the ability to hatch.

The key lies in the last thing.

A low-legged stove that resembles a dragon's lair incubator, with a green dragon egg placed on the red charcoal.

The dragon eggs are brightly colored, like moss after rain.

The scaly shell is clearly visible, without any trace of grayish petrification, and exudes a faint breath of life.

Aemon was slightly startled and smelled the breath of life.

Very faint, like a candle in the wind.

If no one takes care of it, it will lose its activity within ten years.

But he is very stubborn and has held on until now.

"A special kind of dragon from old Valyria?"

A surprising idea occurred to Aemon.

At the height of ancient Valeria, there were a thousand dragons existing simultaneously.

Dragons vary in the color of their scales, the color and power of their flames, and even their personalities.

It is impossible for a thousand dragons to all be carved from the same mold.

Just like Daemon's Korakshu, the glutton who devours dragon eggs and baby dragons, they are all very special cases.

……Um
Wormisol and Silver Wing seem to count as well.

After all, apart from these two, there is no precedent of dragons forming a pair.

"Jili Gulu~~"

Just as he was surprised, the Green Saint's expression darkened. She took out a piece of broken bone and an iron chain as thick as a wrist, muttering something.

"What is she doing?"

Rhaenyra felt inexplicably nervous.

Aemon narrowed his eyes and smelled two familiar scents.

The palm-sized piece of bone had the scent of the harpy.

It is said that his war horn was made from the horn of the harpy, and the two have a very similar aura.

On the iron chain as thick as a wrist, there was a trace of surging lightning magic.

The harpy statues in Meereen come to mind.

It has the appearance of a human head, an eagle body, thunder in the hands, and chains tied around the legs.

“Is there really such a thing?”

Aemon was troubled.

He also thought that what Count Bartimos Celtigar said was not true, or at least half true and half false.

Unexpectedly, I encountered the wreckage of the Harpy.

the other side.

The Green Saint's tone quickened, and she kept chanting while holding two items. A wave of magic suddenly appeared around her.

Eamon knew what the other party was doing.

When the pyromancer cast the spell of illumination, this kind of fluctuation appeared for a brief moment.

This is to mobilize the thin magic in the air.

For a moment, Aemon sensed a hint of threat.

The Green Saint's face turned pale, but there was a hint of joy on her face.

It looks like the spell will be successful.

call out!
The next second, a Valyrian steel dagger was thrown out and pierced through the Green Saint's throat.

"Ho ho..."

The Green Saint was forced to stop muttering and slowly lowered her head, her eyes full of disbelief.

Obviously, she was about to cast the forbidden spell that the high priest had spoken before his death.

At that time, we can kill the enemies who are invading Meereen.

Even hatching giant dragons and mastering powers close to those of gods.

Pfft!
The Green Saint died unwillingly, and her graceful figure fell heavily to the ground.

"Did you kill her?"

Rhaenyra's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

She felt that the Green Saint had a mysterious power that was intimidating.

"if not?"

Aemon glanced at her with disdain and said speechlessly, "Wait for her to succeed in casting the spell and kill us."

There is a pre-swing when casting spells, and the front waist is so long.

If he doesn't take advantage of the opportunity, it would be a bit disrespectful to himself.

"I thought……"

Rhaenyra stammered and could not explain what she meant.

At this time, Aemon went forward in the morning, bent down and pulled out the dragon tooth dagger.

The throwing level is still so great!
Riding dragons is his hobby, and long-range combat is His Royal Highness’s talent.

He didn't care at all about the Green Saint who died with her eyes open.

This world, or rather the wizards of this era, are restricted by thin magic power.

Those with poor strength are too ugly to look at.

If he wanted to, a great light spell enhanced by the illumination spell could directly blind people.

But that thing is not as useful as the dragon's flame.

Both sides are not fighting in the same dimension.

"They are all good things!"

Aemon picked up the broken bones and chains as he went.

A bone is a triangular piece of bone, such as the shoulder blade or hip bone.

The bone fragments were broken into irregular pieces, and looked like they were suddenly broken and picked up and collected by someone.

The iron chain was similar, with a chain as thick as a bowl now less than half a meter long.

One edge shows obvious signs of melting and then solidification.

Aemon speculated that it was probably a poor harpy that was bullied by a giant dragon.

"Discover the remains of a creature that contains special magic power, and gain +3 magic essence."

"Discover items containing special magic and obtain a portion of restless lightning magic."

Suddenly, a prompt sound from the panel came to my ears.

Aemon paused, and a weak electric current surged through the iron chain, making his whole body numb.

This subtle feeling is fleeting and far less radical than when you first touch the war horn.

“It’s changed a bit.”

Aemon clenched his fists secretly, and the fatigue from riding the dragon disappeared.

It seems like my physical fitness has improved a little bit.

The bone fragments provide a meager 3 points of essence, and the iron chains provide a long-lost lightning magic.

But it's not much, probably less than one-fifth of what the War Horn provides.

Open the card panel.

He glanced at the three turned-over green cards and looked at the golden hourglass below:

[Magic Essence Quantity: 159]

Last time, there were 16 points of essence left. In half a month, I accumulated 110 points of essence, and the bone fragments provided 3 points.

The extra 20 points of essence are the share of lightning magic power.

"The people of Meereen are poor."

Eamon got the advantage and still acts like a good boy.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes at him and went to get the three petrified dragon eggs in the box first.

Aemon went to get the hot green dragon egg from the stove.

As soon as I got it, the panel prompt sound rang again.

"Discover an item containing magic power, gain +3 magic essence."

Finally, after much hardship, all the dragon eggs that flowed out of the sea of ​​smoke were collected.

"Can this dragon egg still be hatched?"

Rhaenyra came closer, her clear purple eyes full of hope.

Aemon was not afraid of the heat at all. He held up the dragon egg, looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Who can say for sure?"

The dragon egg that was hard to come by.

Or a lost dragon egg from the days of old Valyria.

He would hatch it even if he had to sell everything he had.

We must see what power a dragon with ancient Valeria's magic gene has.

"That's great..."

Just as Rhaenyra was about to touch it, her face suddenly changed and she covered her mouth with her hand.

"what happened?"

Imon was stunned.

"No."

Rhaenyra shook her head vigorously, as if it was inconvenient for her to speak.

Aemon suddenly became anxious, put down the dragon egg and went to support her.

Don’t tell me it’s the backup plan left by the Green Saint.

"vomit!!"

Rhaenyra couldn't hold it in any longer, tears welled up in her eyes and she retched hard.

I don't feel dizzy and my stomach doesn't feel uncomfortable.

But I just felt a little nauseous suddenly.

Eamon: ...

He stopped supporting her and looked at Rainier with a strange look.

His eyes moved down to the other person's flat belly.

Such a strong sense of déjà vu.

We just found the dragon egg, could it be there?
(End of this chapter)