Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 226 Bronze Disc - Dragon Valley
"It's the Hammer of Flames!"

Imon's gaze sharpened, and he made his judgment.

The most likely source of such supernatural and mysterious things is the lineage of the Children of the Forest, hidden beyond the Great Wall.

I don't know if the so-called Three-Eyed Raven still exists.

If they do, I don't know if they can withstand the dragon's flames.

The Flame Hammer contains powerful fire magic; when fully charged, it can move tectonic plates.

This characteristic is very similar to the Sea Hammer of the Forest Children, except for the different magical elements.

Who knows, it might be some child of the forest, drawn by the scent to come and cause trouble.

"Roar--"

With a long howl, Vomisol circled above the solitary mountain, looking down at the majestic mountain.

Aemon closed his eyes, trying to sense the approximate location of the babbling.

Suddenly, the whispers in my ear disappeared.

Even the perceived location becomes ambiguous.

"Want to run?"

Imon opened his eyes and gave a cold laugh.

You've made the valley your home.

Come when you want and leave when you want.

At that moment, a feeling of sudden enlightenment arose in my heart.

A brilliant idea popped into Eamon's head, but first he needed to find the right time.

After patting the dragon's back, Vormisor turned its head slightly and landed at the entrance to the dragon's nest on Lonely Mountain.

A pair of large, brown wings folded together, and it glided straight into the dragon's nest.

Imon jumped off the dragon's back with a "bang," ignoring the dragon droppings all over the ground, and headed towards the bronze sacred tree.

Unbeknownst to them, the bronze sacred tree had grown to six feet two inches, and its three bronze branches resembled the framework of an umbrella, setting off three different bronze creations.

Ring ring ring——

On the first bronze branch, three bronze bells reappeared, making a crisp sound when gently shaken.

ka ka ka-

On the second bronze tree branch, the bronze bird's beak opened and closed, holding a fist-sized clump of black soil.

buzzing-

On the third bronze tree branch, the bronze disc, which had never shown any power before, trembled slightly, and a faint red glow emanated from the center point where the patterns on the disc converged.

"Is it ripe?"

Imon was taken aback.

However, after only one day, the Bronze Tree had changed dramatically.

This thing grows by consuming bronze faith; the more faith it has, the faster it grows.

Tens of thousands of people were relocated from Hegu Town, bringing the total population to over 200,000.

The beliefs are quite diverse, including the Seven Gods, the Bronze Age, dragons, and niche beliefs in Myr...

"Is it time for the accumulated strength to finally unleash its power?"

With a puzzled look in his eyes, Imon reached out and slowly touched the trunk of the Bronze Sacred Tree.

It couldn't be that the dragon fight had stirred up the faith of the residents of River Valley Town.

Although the town of River Valley is known for the saying "Born of Bronze and Fire".

hum-

The moment my fingertips touched the cold tree trunk, fragments of memories that weren't there before appeared in my mind.

In the pitch-black dragon's lair, a silver-gray dragon curled up deep within the nest, its eyes closed as it slept soundly.

A small, thin figure sneaked to the entrance of the dragon's nest, looking around furtively.

Seeing that no one was around, they stealthily made their way into the dragon's lair.

The scene changes.

The thin figure stood before the bronze sacred tree, jumping up and down in anger as if it had seen its natural enemy.

However, they were completely helpless against the bronze sacred tree.

Its movements made a slight noise, waking the sleeping silver-gray dragon.

The dragon suddenly opened its vertical pupils, and a chilling killing intent spread out.

The small, thin figure was startled and ran out as fast as it could.

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"Ok?"

As soon as Eamon came to his senses, he felt a sharp pain.

Upon closer inspection, a small blood spot was found on the fingertip, which the bronze divine wood rapidly absorbed.

Soon after, a subtle connection appeared between Imon and the Bronze Tree.

This feeling is like riding a Vomisol for the first time.

The connection is weak, but the fact remains.

And to turn both sides into one.

Recognize the Lord!

Aemon's first thought was that spiritual treasures would automatically recognize their owners.

In this era, the bronze sacred tree should not have survived.

It was only because of Imon's existence that it sprouted anew.

Perhaps it's because they've been in contact with dragons for so long that they've even come to understand the concept of coexistence with a bronze tree.

Three bronze bells fell off one after another, their clear sounds echoing as they landed on the ground.

The bronze bird opened its beak wide, as if inviting someone to take away the black mud inside.

Imon did as he was told, picking up the bronze bell and digging away the black soil.

Finally, he looked up at the top of the bronze sacred tree, at the bronze disc that towered above him.

Without touching it, Imon sensed an extremely profound fire magic power accumulated inside the bronze disc.

Like a real sun, it hides intense heat beneath its warm exterior.

After a moment's thought, Aemon took out the Flame Hammer.

Bang!

Repeating what he had done the day before, the flaming hammer gently struck the bronze disc.

All of a sudden.

The faint red glow at the center of the bronze disc found an outlet, rushing into the thirsty, fiery hammer.

The two were like turtles looking at mung beans, instantly locking eyes.

Eight thousand!

Aemon gaped in shock, nearly dropping the hammer.

Eight thousand points of fire magic.

The bronze disc accumulated a full eight thousand points of restless fire magic power in one go.

Converted to magic essence, it's almost enough to cover the edge of a golden legendary item.

hum-

The hammer of fire trembled slightly, as if it had just eaten and let out a burp.

"It's usable now?"

Imon was invigorated.

The requirement to use the Flame Hammer is 10,000 points of fire magic.

With 8,000 points of fire magic power plus the scattered fire magic power he had accumulated each day, he could barely manage to use it once.

Its power may have decreased, but it should still not be underestimated.

"It's you I want!"

Imon's eyes lit up; he was absolutely smitten.

From the fragments of the bronze sacred tree, he saw the petty thief on Lonely Mountain.

A green squirrel-man.

She was short and agile, with chestnut curly hair, pale green skin, and a dress woven from rattan and animal hides.

Exactly the same as the Child of the Forest in my memory.

"You can't escape, I'm going to beat you up."

Aemon gripped the unusual hammer, returned to the dragon's lair entrance, and climbed back onto the dragon's back.

"Roar--"

The charred wound on Vomisol's neck stopped bleeding, and carrying its excited rider, it leaped off the edge of the dragon's lair.

A man and a dragon circled around the lonely mountain, searching for suspicious corners.

Imon pointed to a bush and gave the command: "Dragonfire!"

Children of the Forest are good at hiding and usually hide in forests, bushes and other places.

“Hiss—”

Vormisor unleashed a burst of dragonfire, reducing a large swath of bushes to ashes.

Nothing escaped.

Undeterred, Aemon flew to the west side of Lonely Mountain, facing the Vale of Arryn.

Unlike the east side of Gushan, which has copper veins and the river valley city, the west side of Dongshan is sparsely populated and covered with pine trees and low shrubs.

"Dragon Flame!"

Without hesitation, they burned every place they could hide.

As Vomisol gradually regained its strength, it circled the lonely mountain, spewing dragon flames as if it were about to set the mountain on fire.

In fact, it is true.

If he didn't set all the trees on fire, Imon feared the petty thieves would escape in the chaos.

And these trees are not a loss.

He intends to use the Flame Hammer on Lonely Mountain, hoping to pry open up the possibility of a volcano by shifting the continental plates.

The trees on the mountain will inevitably suffer this calamity sooner or later.

the other side.

Viserys and the others were already speculating wildly when they saw Aemon suddenly rambling incoherently and then riding a dragon towards Lonely Mountain.

When he saw Vomisor setting fires everywhere, he panicked even more.

"Is my cousin upset?"

Lannino rubbed his stomach, his face full of worry.

Even when his younger cousin refused to let him help him up and even punched him in the stomach, he still repaid evil with kindness.

"No, this is nothing."

Renis immediately retorted.

If Damon were killed, Aemon might be a little depressed for a while.

At most, they're angry because they didn't kill it, so they're taking it out on the trees on the mountain.

"I have to go find him."

Lannar couldn't wait any longer and mounted Vaghar to set off. Imon wouldn't set fire to the mountain without a reason.

Something must have happened.

"Roar——"

Waghal ran a few steps, then flapped his wings and took flight.

When the man and the dragon flew to Lonely Mountain, they happened to catch another pair of men and dragons who had just completed their mission.

"Imon, are you alright?"

Lana was very worried and wished she could also use a dragon jump as a warning.

"I'm fine, Lana."

Just as Imon was about to hammer the mountain, fearing she wouldn't believe him, he said in a serious tone, "You ride Vaghar back to Long Lake, and also tell the others not to ride dragons near, as there will be natural disasters like earthquakes later."

Finally, he emphasized, "It's very serious, you must not go near it."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Lannar, possessing the rationality of a mature woman, immediately rode Vaghar away.

After she left.

Aemon took a deep breath, looked down at the Lonely Mountain engulfed in flames, and hurled the Fiery Hammer in his hand.

decisive!

The flaming hammer spun in mid-air and crashed straight down on the lonely mountain from a height of a thousand meters.

boom--

A flash of red light disappeared in an instant, and the hammer struck the lonely mountain, unleashing a deafening roar.

It was as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had struck, unleashing countless earth-shattering thunderbolts.

Squeak, squeak, squeak...

Starting from the foot of Gushan Mountain, the earth shattered inch by inch, and the cracks spread rapidly in all directions.

What followed was a violent earthquake that shook the mountains.

Cracks appeared in the ground, engulfing rocks and burning bushes.

It happened in just a few breaths.

The earth undulated, the cracks grew larger, and a faint red light emerged.

"coming!"

Upon seeing this, Imon quickly ordered, "Go! Vomisor!"

Rumbling--

As soon as he finished speaking, streams of scorching red magma surged from the crevice, suddenly shooting up more than ten meters high.

Vomisol received the command, raised its head and climbed upwards, disappearing behind the clouds.

The continental plates are shifting.

The success or failure of the transformation of Gushan hinges on this one move.

Amon glanced back, no longer bothering with the petty thief who had hidden himself.

In such a short time, they certainly wouldn't be able to escape the area of ​​Gushan.

A sudden change has occurred on Lonely Mountain; let's see where it hides.

Don't let yourself get swallowed up by the lava.

The changes on Gushan are becoming increasingly drastic.

Magma continuously gushed from the fissures in the ground, scattered like blood vessels, spewing out bright red blood.

boom! !

Suddenly, the lonely mountain split open.

The physical crack splits open, breaking apart from the middle of the mountain to form a deep canyon.

Rocks were scattered everywhere, and vegetation was withered and destroyed.

The canyon runs north-south, with the Mingyue Mountain range to the north on one side and the river valley road leading to Ailin Valley on the other.

Due to crustal movement, the ground undulates wildly.

It was as if an ancient behemoth was about to break through the earth.

Under these influences, the fractured ground drilled out deeper layers of the mountain, raising the altitude of the isolated mountain higher and higher, gradually exceeding three thousand feet.

Imon saw this and secretly rejoiced.

The Fiery Hammer wasn't thrown randomly; it was smashed towards the west side of Lonely Mountain.

The canyon that divides Gushan Mountain in two is also formed by a part of the mountain splitting off from the west.

The mountain to the east of Gushan rises, causing mine shafts to collapse and rocks to fall.

Fortunately, no more serious disasters occurred, and even the lava was blocked by the mountain.

Apart from some flimsy wooden buildings collapsing in the town of Vale, the rest of the town and Vale itself remained unscathed.

The change ended quickly.

The solitary mountain is divided in two, with a canyon opening up in the middle.

The fissures in the earth gradually closed, forming hills of varying heights. The spreading magma cooled and turned into a layer of volcanic ash, covering the earth.

A few trees survived, remaining in remote and obscure places.

Aemon spotted the location of the dragon's lair.

The entrance to the Dragon's Nest is intact.

Apart from the increased altitude, the mountainside is now the same as the summit; nothing has changed.

But Eamon knew that the real change was happening in the shadows.

A volcanic vein has appeared beneath Gushan Mountain.

Beneath the two peaks of Gushan Mountain, on the east and west sides, lie layers of scorching hot magma.

However, Gushan does not have a volcanic crater like Longshan.

It's more like a dormant volcano.

This is good, as it prevents an eruption and avoids damage to the river valley town below the mountain.

Aemon rode Vormisor around the area and retrieved the Flame Hammer, which was embedded in the mountain.

Both mountain peaks were dark and bare, their surfaces devoid of any life.

But in the canyon, volcanic ash and low shrubs combine to showcase the ingenuity of nature.

"That is?"

As Imon flew to the north side of the canyon, his eyes lit up.

To the far north is the Mingyue Mountain Range, where a mountain peak collapsed and shattered, forming a swift waterfall where the original halfway point of the mountain was.

The waterfall's flow creates a lake, which then flows southwards towards the lower-lying area.

It gradually took the form of a stream.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol sensed the changes in Lonely Mountain, making it more habitable, and let out a roar.

Imon was almost deafened by his voice.

"You guy."

With a laugh and a curse, it ordered itself to be sent back to the dragon's lair.

A faint connection was made with the Bronze Sacred Tree.

The petty thief had nowhere to go, so he hid in the dragon's lair.

Imon is going to catch the thief.

Vormisor sent its rider back to its lair, flapped its wings and soared into the sky, opening its dragon snout to spew out a mouthful of dragon flame.

The dragon flames, like molten copper, billowed out, emitting a golden glow that seemed to spread rumors.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

In an instant, Silverwing and Gray Image received the signal and flew over from Long Lake at high speed.

"Roar——"

"Hiss..."

Even the dragons Vaghar, Melias, and Sea Smoke were affected by the changes in Lonely Mountain, and they all broke away from their riders and flew into the sky.

Six giant dragons coil around the two peaks of the solitary mountain, forming two tracks, one inside and one outside.

Vomisol and Vaghar are locked in a silent rivalry within the inner ring, neither willing to yield.

Sea Smoke and Gray Shadow retreated on their own, neighing repeatedly on the outer ring road.

Silverwing and Melias were eager to try, but their gentle and lazy natures led them to be ruthlessly driven away by the two old dragons, each over a hundred meters long, after only a few attempts.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol lunged at Vaghar, its powerful claws seizing the opponent's claws. It leaned back, flapping its brown wings forcefully, and launched an attack.

"Roar——"

Vaghar, with his foul temper, immediately opened his dragon's mouth to launch a counterattack.

The two giant dragons were tightly bound together, constantly biting and spewing dragonfire.

The other dragons stood around, like spectators watching the spectacle.

The night was shattered by the roars of the dragons.

Lakeside of Changhu.

Seeing this, Lana felt anxious and secretly clenched her fists.

"don’t worry."

Renis held her daughter's hand and said calmly, "This is just dragons competing for position; there are usually no casualties."

"Is that right?"

Lana was in a state of utter confusion.

"Listen to your mother, she's right."

Viserys, panting heavily, said wearily, "The Targaryens have too few dragons, and their habitat is only one dragon mountain, so they have never seen such a spectacle before."

In the family history passed down orally by my grandfather, the dragon families of ancient Valyria often experienced this kind of thing.

Dragons have different talents and personalities.

Some dragons are born powerful and will occupy more territory, gaining greater influence within their race.

This nature naturally invites battles from other dragons.

This can be considered a healthy form of competition.

He never expected that he would witness the competition from dragons in his generation.

It was still the oldest and largest Vaghar, and the second largest and most irritable Vomisor.

But what shocked Viserys even more was why Lonely Mountain suddenly trembled, spewing out so many flames and thick smoke.

They are too far away to know that the isolated mountain has been transformed into a volcano.

But I vaguely sensed that Lonely Mountain was unusual.

Gululu...

Suddenly, a splash appeared on the surface of Changhu Lake, and the already weakened bubbles began to boil again.

Damon, who was slumped on the ground, twitched his earlobe slightly, as if sensing something, and stiffly turned his head.

puff--

(End of this chapter)