Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 222 No one can stand aside.
The next day.

The weather was sunny and the breeze was just right.

Imon lay on the ground, his brow furrowing slightly before he slowly opened his eyes.

A few white clouds drift across the azure sky.

"Hmm, why am I sleeping outside?"

Imon rubbed his head, his thoughts somewhat confused.

Wasn't he at the Dragon's Nest on Lonely Mountain last night?

"Roar--"

Not far away, at the entrance to the dragon's nest, two enormous dragon heads protrude.

Vomisol has a majestic appearance, with its nostrils twitching slightly as it uses its sense of smell to determine if its rider is unwell.

Silverwing tilted its dragon head, a hint of doubt flashing in its vertical pupils.

Last night they only heard a muffled thud before the silver-haired boy flew outside the dragon's nest.

It's good to be young, just fall asleep.

Their sleep quality is much better than that of these nearly 100-year-old dragons.

"I remembered."

When Aemon saw the Flame Hammer beside him, he was momentarily stunned, and memories flooded back.

The hammer collided with the bronze disc, unleashing a dazzling halo of bronze and fiery red light.

And then... no more.

Eamon has a big heart and can still laugh: "I slept through the night, my sleep quality was pretty good."

If you're not dead, then you're fine.

His Highness the Prince is very robust and resilient.

"Roar--"

Vormisor moved closer to the rider, its dragon snout, bearing a noticeable crack, slightly parted to reveal a set of jagged fangs.

A word of advice!

A small bronze bell fell, and the scarlet tongue curled back.

"Thank you."

Eamon smiled and reached out to rub its hard jaws.

It feels rough like rock, and warmth seeps out from under the scales.

Vomisol shook its dragon head, its throat bobbing as it let out a rough growl.

It's as if it's responding to the driver's behavior of petting the dragon.

Having satisfied the old dragon, Imon shook off the sticky dragon saliva covering the bronze bell, put away his hammer, and headed down the mountain.

We've only gone halfway.

Suddenly, Imon frowned and looked around.

He sensed that he was being watched.

With his right hand touching the "Lady of Emptiness" belt at his waist, Imon became secretly alert, searching for any suspicious targets.

But apart from the bare rocks, the lonely mountain is covered with only rampant weeds and shrubs.

There wasn't even a decent big tree, so there was no way to hide anyone.

"No, there must be someone there."

Just as Amon was about to waver, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Just now, he clearly felt a spying gaze.

Like a petty thief, secretly observing his every move.

"Where is it hidden?"

Amon's eyes sharpened as he surveyed the dense bushes and massive rocks.

His first thought was of shapeshifters.

In River Valley Town, there are people from the Gaoshan clan who have reformed and changed their appearance, and they can control mountain hounds to search and hunt.

He needed to make sure there were no suspicious animals around, such as eagles, wolves, deer, or ravens.

However, the result was not.

"flew away?"

Aemon was baffled; how could something escape his five senses?

The feeling of being spied on comes quickly and goes quickly.

But he was absolutely certain he wasn't wrong.

"What happened that made Lonely Mountain so unsettled?"

Imon frowned slightly and continued down the mountain.

His lonely mountain had no endless treasures left by the dwarves.

The only bronze sacred tree, guarded by silver wings within the dragon's nest.

The risks of infiltrating a dragon's lair are no less than those of stealing the treasure of a talking, greedy dragon.

“The miners at the foot of the mountain also need to be inspected every day.”

Amon made a decision in secret.

Perhaps it's because of the Bronze Sacred Tree and the Flame Hammer that Lonely Mountain has become somewhat unclean.

We can't catch them now, but we'll find a way later.

We will make sure he never returns.

……

The King's Landing.

Red Castle, Parliament Hall.

Viserys looked at the mute ministers with a gloomy expression.

"Can anyone give me some advice on how to stop this pointless infighting?"

He was extremely anxious and urged his ministers to come up with a solution.

"..."

The hall was eerily quiet.

Viserys grew angry and looked around at the guys who had messed up at the crucial moment.

"Your Majesty, the course of events is suspicious; I fear it may be beyond our control."

Prime Minister Leonor looked helpless.

Otto placed his hands on the table, then broke the silence, saying, "It's all Damon's own fault; we should have foreseen this."

"Stop with the nonsense, I need a solution!"

Viserys slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

They're practically fighting to the death over there; this meeting isn't for listening to your nonsense.

If no one else knows the situation, how can they possibly have a solution?

The sea serpent remained silent, gently stroking its chin with its hand.

The incident happened so suddenly that no one had time to prepare.

To be honest, he was a little anxious too.

After all, one is a prospective son-in-law, and the other is a business partner with shared interests.

He couldn't judge who would win or lose, let alone support either side.

"Your Majesty, we need another force to help with this matter."

The old man, Lin Man, offered his advice, his face full of seriousness.

Viserys didn't react for a moment and asked in confusion, "What power?"

“You possess a power that is unparalleled since the beginning of ancient Valyria.”

Lin Man lowered her voice: "A giant dragon!"

"Dragon?"

Viserys was stunned by what he heard.

Lin Man said solemnly, "Only a dragon can defeat a dragon."

These words sent a chill down Viserys' spine.

Viserys said sternly, "Do you know that they led Valyria to its destruction?"

Dragons are not a force that can be used lightly.

Valyria's lessons are painful enough.

"Without using this power, we can't stop the fight between the two dragon riders with just a raven and a letter."

Lin Man said loyally.

"Two dragons are already about to kill each other, and they might even die in each other's mouths. You want me to add more casualties?"

Viserys said from the bottom of his heart, "They are prone to restlessness and indulgence, and if not handled properly, it can turn into an even more tragic sacrifice."

"Once a dragon has approved of someone, it will no longer listen to the commands of others."

Lin Man said, "You are a dragon, and once possessed the most powerful dragon in the world. You should know that dragons are not emotionless animals."

To master the dragon and make good use of it.

The dragon's power is boundless.

Viserlis fell silent immediately, becoming speechless.

Is he really a dragon rider?

Only before Balerion the Black Death was he granted permission to fly a circle over King's Landing.

They didn't even have the ability to drive Bellerion back to Dragonstone and bury him in Dragonstone.

There was one thing he never mentioned to anyone.

He fears dragons!

They fear the immense power of the dragons, and even more so, they fear that their family members will use the dragons as weapons, repeating the tragedy of ancient Valyria.

But at the same time, he also craved the power of the dragon.

If possible, he would have all his children tame a dragon.

Regardless of whether they are prepared to become dragon riders, they should first grasp this power that comes from their bloodline.

"I agree with Lord Linman's proposal."

The sea serpent suddenly spoke up, offering its opinion: "No one can remain unchanged after seeing a dragon."

"To deal with Aemon and Daemon, we must use the same forces."

Viserys was taken aback and asked in astonishment, "You think so too?"

"As your subject, it is my duty to offer you advice and strategies."

The sea serpent said calmly.

Viserys fell even more silent after hearing this.

Who should he send?
Rennyra is definitely not an option; our strongest and most consistent player, Emon, is one of the culprits.

The family has no more dragon riders.

Seeing this, Otto glanced at the composed sea serpent, opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent. Now, all seven kingdoms knew that the three most powerful forces in the kingdom were the royal family, the Vale, and the Valerian family.

Compared to these behemoths, the old town of Haithar and the Green Party are waning.

His grandchildren must learn to be humble and subservient until they grow up.

"I go!"

Suddenly, Viserys slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"What do you mean?"

The sea serpent frowned.

Everyone was equally surprised and uncertain.

Viserys twirled the jade ring on his thumb to ease his anxiety, and said with a grim face, "I'll go to the valley and see if they're going to kill each other in front of me."

The fact that the royal family doesn't have enough dragon riders doesn't mean they have to beg for food.

His weakness and compromise could not extinguish the burning passion in his blood.

The Targaryens also have true dragons.

"Your Majesty, you are of inestimable value."

Leonor was the first to object.

Otto feigned concern and objected, saying, "I'll go instead. I'm sure Prince Aemon will listen to my advice."

"Needless to say, I understand the danger of two dragon riders openly challenging each other to a duel."

Viserys waved his hand, his belief unwavering.

No one but him could stop that scoundrel father and son.

Upon seeing this, the sea serpent's expression changed slightly, as if it had a dreamlike quality, like it had just eaten a mushroom.

This was the first time he had seen Viserys like this.

Even at the 101st Grand Council, the other side was all smiles and looked like a coward with no dignity.

It doesn't seem like it has the blood of a true dragon.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the hall door, and someone walked straight in.

"Renis?"

The sea serpent turned its head and saw its wife, who was wearing soft armor.

Viserys looked up, surprised, and said, "Cousin?"

“I heard from outside that you were going to the valley to stop this tragedy.”

With a look of relief in her eyes, Renis said as she put on her gloves, "I'll take you there; the dragon will fly faster."

"Really?"

Viserys couldn't believe it.

Saying she'd give him a ride was clearly just an excuse to help.

Renis smiled and said proudly, "My family members are true to their word, and the same goes for women."

Whether this family member was married before or after marriage is unknown.

"Okay, let's go now."

Viserys couldn't wait and chose to believe the other party.

There was no time for him to hesitate; everything had to be done as quickly as possible.

The two of them set off for the outside in front of the Imperial Ministers.

As Rhaenys turned around, she placed her hand on the back of her husband's chair and leaned down to whisper, "I just saw Lannar; she got to the Dragon's Lair ahead of me."

The sea serpent slowly closed its eyes.

“We women will go, we’ll leave Lannino to you.”

Renis gave her final instructions, then got up to leave.

The sea serpent grabbed her arm.

Renis frowned, about to offer some advice.

“Take Lannino with you, that kid has three dragons.”

Unexpectedly, after the sea serpent opened its eyes, it only said this one sentence.

Renis's heart fluttered, and her eyes softened.

"A good sailor cannot be made on a calm sea."

The sea serpent smiled slightly: "I'm just getting old, but I haven't lost my ambition."

"No, you're still young. I've been through it."

Renis suddenly started driving.

"be careful."

The sea snake held his wife's hand and kissed the back of it, acting as if he were a young man.

Renis rolled her eyes at him, composed herself, and set off.

Ministers of the Imperial Court: ...

They no longer try to hide it from others.

"Let's go."

Viserys urged.

It's interesting to say.

Apart from him and the sea serpent, all the others present—Leonor, Otto, Grand Scholar Melos, Linman, and the youngest Tyran—were either widowed or unmarried.

A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man.

He couldn't empathize with a group of old bachelors.

As the two dragons flew out of King's Landing, the colors of dark green and scarlet intertwined, making the sky look as if it had been painted with vivid ink.

The Queen's bedroom at the Red Fort.

Allison watched with a worried expression as the two giant dragons flew away until they completely disappeared from sight.

News of the duel between Aemon and Daemon had already reached the castles of most of the nobles in the Seven Kingdoms.

Damon is a ruthless and evil man.

While Vormisor is powerful, its riders are lacking in age and experience.

She was deeply worried about Eamon's safety and couldn't help but scratch her fingers, which were covered in new and old wounds.

"It's fine."

Renilla's voice came from behind.

Although it was meant as persuasion, there was also underlying concern in his words.

Allison slowly turned around.

Renilla stared blankly in the direction where the dragon had disappeared, her expression complicated.

She held the lively and active little Darren in her arms, occasionally twisting her body to move her.

When she gently pats the little one's back, her face becomes a little more lively.

"Take a break, give it to me."

Allison took the baby.

Renilla did not refuse, and gently stroked her gradually growing belly with her free hand.

She wanted to go, but the occasional fetal movements in her belly told her she couldn't.

"What happened to them?"

In a corner of the palace, Imond asked in confusion.

"fool!"

Aegon poked his forehead and said, "Uncle Damon wants to divorce his wife and marry a young and beautiful woman, but his cousin Aegon disagrees, and the two of them got into a fight."

Did my cousin win?

Imond pressed for more details.

"Still stupid!"

Aegon, thinking himself clever, said smugly, "Can you beat your father?"

Imond remained silent.

He had always considered his cousin Emon as his role model.

Deep down, I have mixed feelings about this tall, handsome, and mysterious cousin.

I don't like him, but I admire him.

He didn't like that his older sister, Renilla, was engaged to him.

According to her maternal grandfather and mother, Renilla was a bad person, and her fiancé was also a bad person.

On the other hand, my cousin occupied the valley.

In his mind, all seven kingdoms were the territory of the Iron Throne.

My cousin has carved out a territory; he is stealing the family's wealth.

The father is the king, and everything in the kingdom should belong to them.

My cousin's father is Uncle Damon, so they are not really related.

At the same time, he couldn't suppress his admiration.

My cousin was a highly decorated soldier who always rode a dragon to victory.

Like my great-grandfather in my father's stories, he was a powerful and fearless dragon knight.

Moreover, he was able to expand his territory, occupying Mil and the Steppes Islands.

I've heard that he even has followers in Slaver's Bay.

Imond overheard the servants' private discussions at the Red Keep.

Everyone said that after his cousin died, he would have his own page in the family history, becoming a great man who would be remembered for all time, like a conqueror.

"Don't listen to his nonsense."

Helena put down the bottles and jars, interrupting her brother's rambling thoughts.

"Where did I lie?"

Igor was unconvinced.

Imond leaned closer to his sister and asked, "Sister, do you know something?"

Helena suddenly froze, fear flashing in her eyes, and abruptly lowered her head.

"elder sister?"

Imond quickly checked the situation.

Helena covered her head and muttered, "Blood, fresh blood spilled onto the lake, turning the water red and boiling..."

Imond asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Beware of the scarlet liquid seeping from the cracks in the ground."

Helena's purple eyes cleared, and she spoke rapidly, as if trying to remind him of something quickly.

(End of this chapter)