Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 240 The Power of the Sunfire
The next day.

Mil Bay, a port.

Under Aemon's intense gaze, Aegon stood dejectedly on the beach.

Just before departure, he would either adjust his loose armor or scratch his messy hair.

Reluctance was written all over their faces.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will take good care of Prince Aegon."

Captain Cohen Cobree of the Rune Iron Guard arranged the warships and took on the trouble himself.

The Rune Iron Guards are comparable to the Royal Guards, and were originally the personal guards of the Prince.

Unfortunately, Aemon's strength was too high, so the Runeguards took on important positions one after another.

Cohen was away from the valley for a long time, and also served as the commander of the Mil Navy.

"Just keep an eye on him and don't let him slack off and run away."

Imon waved.

"give it to me."

Cohen said, head held high and chest puffed out.

Imon nodded slightly, but his gaze towards the other person held a hint of scrutiny.

The Cobree family are Andals, and their physical characteristics include blond hair and blue eyes.

Over several generations of mixed-race individuals, black hair has become more common than blonde hair.

"No matter if they're black or yellow-haired, stay away from my daughter."

Imon muttered to himself.

At this time, Cohen had no idea that he would spend the rest of his life struggling in Mill and would never be able to return to his hometown in the Valley.

"My armor is still uncomfortable!"

Suddenly, Aegon shouted in a fit of rage.

Aemon turned his head and saw him tearing at his armor with all his might, his gloomy face showing signs of madness.

Aegon is enraged!!
Snapped!
A loud slap landed on Aegon's face, the crisp sound silencing the entire room.

Aegon staggered from the blow, stunned, and covered his face.

"Are you comfortable?"

Imon's eyes were bright and piercing.

"OK."

Aegon's eyes became clear.

Images of being punished by my cousin when I was a child flashed through my mind. I obediently put on my armor and dared not misbehave.

"Indeed, a man who knows the times is a hero."

Amon grinned.

His smile was so bright that Aegon lowered his head, unable to look directly at him.

"Aegon, we've come to see you off."

Imond and Helena arrived together.

"His Majesty."

Gray Worm had a serious expression and personally led the guards.

Aemon glanced over and spotted Gaimon mixed in with the group.

The little guy hid behind the Immaculate One, his big, earnest eyes filled with curiosity as he observed the new things.

"What are you doing here?"

Upon seeing his younger siblings, Aegon's face fell, and he reverted to his usual self.

"Uh……"

Imondo Deutsch blocked it.

Helena remained silent, maintaining her conscious sleepwalking state.

The atmosphere among the three siblings was incredibly awkward.

"Your armor looks great."

After holding it in for a while, Imond finally managed to utter those words.

"That is."

Egon, showing off his vanity, ran his hand over the openwork pattern on his silver armor and said smugly, "When you're as powerful as me, you'll be worthy of the same armor."

"hehe."

Imond began to regret coming.

But to be fair, Aegon looks quite imposing in his armor.

With silver armor and a green cape, he exudes confidence wherever he goes.

"Just wait and see how I burn those lowly Dornish people and my name will be known throughout the Seven Kingdoms."

Aegon couldn't help but start bragging.

"Then let's see if you kill more Dornish on the battlefield, or if we defeat more remnants of the Three Women Kingdom."

Imond was unconvinced and began to compare.

Aegon's eyes darted around, and he put his arm around his little brother's shoulder to speak privately: "Don't feel bad if I burn the Dornish."

"Are you crazy?"

Imond was stunned.

"Don't forget, the royal family also has a marriage arranged for Prince Coollen's daughter."

Aegon, with a teasing smile, shifted his gaze to his younger brother: "My marriage is basically settled, so who will marry the future princess of Dorne?"

Imond was forced to turn his head and saw Helena standing quietly.

The meaning is simple.

Aegon will follow tradition and marry Helena, while he will be betrothed to the daughter of Prince Coollen.

Crunch!

Imond's eyes darkened, and his fists, hanging at his sides, hardened.

Being powerless to help the older sister you like is also a form of being a necromancer.

"Hehe, just kidding."

Seeing that his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, Aegon decided to stop teasing him, let go of his hand and laughed, "No need to see me off, I'm going to ride Sunfire and wreak havoc everywhere."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the open space in the port.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan's vertical pupils were bright, and its slender body lay low on the ground. Upon seeing its rider, it neighed happily.

Aegon walked up to the dragon, his eyes full of doting affection as he smiled.

"Hiss..."

Yang Yan slowly lowered its dragon head, and in a spoiled manner, used its dragon snout to bump against the rider's chest.

Aegon took a step back, then turned and embraced the dragon's kiss, stroking it gently.

"What a beautiful dragon."

Gaimon slipped out from the crowd, his eyes sparkling with praise.

"That might be the most beautiful dragon in the world."

Imon agreed wholeheartedly, his tone tinged with regret.

Kagerou!
Together with Vaghar, he killed the Red Queen "Melias", and in a half-crippled state, he single-handedly killed the wild dragon Gray Shadow. In a series of decisive battles, he killed the sub-adult giant dragon Moon Dance.

In the end, they even ate Renilla.

His record is quite impressive even when considered within the entire Targaryen family.

The Blood Dragon Dance season has ended, and everyone is settling accounts.

Kagerou won the MVP award.

What? You're saying that Vaghar killed Arax and the Red Queen, and then traded one for one with Kolachu?
A dog who wins by lying down!!

"Aegon paired with Sunfire..."

I'll leave it at that; Aemon's words are harsh.

If it weren't for the better option of Vomisol, he would definitely have chosen Yangyan without hesitation.

Whether a character is strong or not depends on the current version; it will eventually grow stronger over time.

But whether you're handsome or not is a lifelong matter.

Vomisor's genes still have some of that.

Not only is it unique in itself, but after defeating powerful dragons one after another, it has a kingly suppressive power over other dragons.

Along with their two direct descendants, Syracuse and Kagerou are also extraordinary.

Yellow jade is the color of seals, and gold symbolizes crowns; both are symbols of power.

"Fly, Blaze!"

Aegon climbed onto the dragon's back and roared.

Yang Yan kicked off with both feet, flapping her gorgeous pale pink wings and soaring into the air.

Wow…

Ten warships cut through the sea and headed out of Mil Bay.

Immon remained silent, gazing upwards into the distance.

A dragon and a thousand naval personnel are enough to roam freely in the strait blockade zone.

The sea serpents have already been mobilized, launching a massive counter-encirclement operation in the lower half of the strait.

Aegon's encounter with even a small group of pirates on this trip is considered a stroke of luck; it's purely for gilding his reputation and gaining credit.

"Ugh."

Imon looked up and sighed softly, his hands clasped behind his back.

He has truly gone to great lengths for this family.

Gaimon didn't understand; he just kept gazing at the golden dragon as it gradually disappeared into the distance.

At such a young age, his eyes were filled with worship and longing for dragons.

However, Gaimon frowned slightly.

His mother said that he couldn't have a dragon yet.

Is it when I reach my aunt's age?

Gaimon turned his head and scrutinized the gloomy-looking Imond repeatedly.

My uncle doesn't have a dragon either.

But his aunt was only one year older than him.

Does that mean you have to be 12 years old to receive a dragon?

The little one doesn't know that there are dragon eggs in the cradles of his brothers and sisters.

"Helena, you can set off now."

Amon pressed down on Gaimon's little head, reminding Helena and the others to set off.

"Yes."

Imond is full of energy.

He needs to complete the mission quickly and return to Westeros as soon as possible to continue his dragon-taming feat.

That wretched Aegon, he'd better not come back.

Let him be captured by the Dornish and become their son-in-law!

……

Time flies, and several days have passed.

Aegon rode Sunfire to patrol the waters around the Stone Steps Islands.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the distance, constantly moving closer and growing larger. "Wait a minute, Yang Yan!"

Egon stretched his neck, excitedly trying to see clearly.

He had been flying for days without seeing a single Dornish, and he was getting incredibly bored.

"It absolutely must be a Dorn person."

Aegon prayed silently in his heart.

Because of the Dornish marriage alliance, he considered the Dornish as his hypothetical enemy and wanted to win and then go back to show off.

As the two sides drew closer, Aegon, looking down from his vantage point, could finally see who was approaching.

Five or six ships of various kinds were mixed together, and pirates in tattered clothes stood on the deck.

The sails on the mast billowed, and a golden squid bared its teeth and claws.

"Is it iron?"

Egon said unhappily.

A group of poor, savage, and foul pirates living in the Iron Islands.

Judging from the flags being flown, it appears to be a Greyjoy family ship.

The Greyjoy family, known as the "Sea Monsters," is a renowned family on the continent of Westeros.

He controls the Iron Islands and holds a position equivalent to a duke in the first realm.

Lannister Harbor in the Westerlands, Oldtown in the Reach, and Greentree Island are all constantly harassed and disturbed by the Ironborn ruled by House Greyjoy.

Since there are no Dornish, Greyjoy is not an option.

With this thought in mind, Aegon pulled on the saddle ropes and shouted excitedly, "Charge, Sunfire!"

Yang Yan, standing between his legs, was stunned for a moment after speaking fluent Common Language.

"Hiss!"

Three seconds later, Yang Yan reacted and flapped its wings to launch a dive.

"Victory is certain, hahaha."

Aegon just kept shouting, and Kagerou did everything automatically.

Meanwhile, the Ironborn fleet sailed slowly, unaware of the impending danger.

"Watch your direction, don't run into those Valerian bastards."

On the deck, a lithe, black-haired youth glared with his one eye and shouted fiercely.

On his salt-soaked open waistcoat was printed a golden squid emblem, symbolizing the Greyjoy family.

"Yes, Lord Ram."

The other iron types all lowered their heads and looked down, afraid of accidentally offending the other party.

Ram Greyjoy, the second son of Jacaron Greyjoy, the Lord of the Iron Islands, inherited his father's cruel and eccentric personality. At the age of 12, he went to sea with his father to earn iron money.

That is, burning, killing, and looting.

"Shut up, I don't want to listen to your women's babbling."

Ram held a bottle in one hand and a curved knife in the other, but neither could suppress the restlessness and chaos in his heart.

A man as outstanding as Greyjoy had five children with his father, Jakkalon.

The third brother died at sea, and the fourth brother was accidentally killed by Jackalon while drunk.

His dear older brother died in this operation, killed by the bastards of the Valerian family.

Lord Ram is now the rightful heir to the Iron Islands.

Of course, first we need to find my father, who was beaten to a pulp, and make sure he's alive or dead at the hands of the Valerian.

"I need to get back safely."

Ram was filled with obsession, a flash of greed crossing his eyes: "Before that, let's earn some iron money."

Excellent iron products will not leave empty-handed.

The bigger the storm, the more you earn.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the horizon, standing out starkly against the azure sky.

Ram looked up in surprise.

"dragon!!"

Before his one eye could see clearly, the lookout let out a horrified scream.

In an instant, chaos erupted on the ship.

"Hiss!"

With a loud bang, Yang Yan's well-proportioned body swooped down, like an invincible golden arrow.

Seeing this, the Iron Seeds were terrified.

They had already witnessed the dragon's terror during their first raid on merchant ships in the Tyrosian Sea.

It was a giant, pale silver dragon with wings that blotted out the sun and sharp claws and teeth, and it could spew out flames that were orange and silvery.

The captain of the ship next door, who was Lord Jekalon's eldest son, was burned to ashes in a single encounter.

At that moment, the difference between the sea monster and the dragon became immediately apparent.

"Don't run, shake your heads and clear your heads."

Seeing that things were going badly, Ram quickly grabbed the sail ropes and started cursing.

With nowhere to retreat, the Ironborn had no choice but to fight back, picking up their longbows and crossbows.

On this vast ocean, there's nowhere to run.

"Aim at the enemy!"

Ram ran to the deck, pushed aside the crossbowman who was struggling to operate the crossbow, and took control of the scorpion crossbow.

With one eye fixed on the golden dragon, the foul-smelling hand gripping the trigger was sweating profusely.

Ironworks certainly didn't have such high-end equipment; it was all sponsored by kind-hearted people.

The first time Ram used it, he faced a giant dragon, and even he, who had experienced cruelty, was terrified.

"Dragon Flame, Sunfire!"

Aegon gripped the dragon saddle handles tightly and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The enemy saw that I refused to surrender and instead launched a counterattack, showing them no respect whatsoever.

"Hiss!"

The scorching sun responded to every sound.

"Damn monster, die!"

Ram's expression hardened, and he aimed at the golden dragon and pulled the trigger.

Click!

The steel spear shot out, and the recoil caused Ram to stagger backward, only managing to watch as the steel spear crashed through the air with overwhelming force.

At that speed, even a dragon couldn't dodge it, right?
Ram widened his one eye, secretly anticipating what was to come.

however,
"Hiss!"

Yang Yan plunged headfirst into the sky, his slender body displaying exceptional flexibility as he easily changed direction to evade the steel spear.

Immediately, the dragon's body descended above the fleet, and a pair of pale pink wing membranes enveloped the Ironborn's heads.

boom--

Golden dragon flames roared forth, unleashing a merciless slaughter.

"Ah, no!"

Ram was facing the dragon flames. He couldn't even run away with his hands and feet. He screamed as he was swallowed up by the golden flames.

With a flap of its wings, Yang Yan charged toward the area where the iron seeds were clustered and spewed fire.

All the arrows that were thrown back were either dodged or burned by the dragon's flames.

Even if a blind cat stumbles upon a dead mouse, it still can't break through the defense of the golden scales.

High ground against low ground, magic against melee weapons.

In no time, the blazing sun circled the several dilapidated warships, burning most of the people on board to ashes.

"Well done, Kagerou."

Aegon laughed heartily.

They were really something, defeating the infamous Greyjoy in one round.

No, it's because he's too skilled.

"Hiss!"

Exhausted from spewing dragon flames, Yangyan flapped its wings and turned to leave.

"Hey, it's not finished burning yet."

Aegon was in a great hurry; how could he give up halfway?

Yang Yan glanced back at the driver, who was muttering something unintelligible, but it was probably praising it.

In a good mood, he turned around and burned the dilapidated warship to the ground.

Those iron-clad soldiers who managed to jump into the sea by chance suffered the consequences.

They were either crushed to death by burning ship planks or thrown into the scalding seawater and boiled alive.

"Gah!"

Yang Yan was satisfied and drove away with his driver.

"I'll slaughter a sheep for you when we get back."

Seeing this, Egon was overjoyed.

Despite not being able to communicate in the same language, the human and the dragon cleverly achieved a tacit understanding.

……

Mill.

Cui Du, Council Hall.

Johanna sat slightly to the side, quietly reading a book.

A black, striped lynx lay at its feet, its front paws resting on its body, lazily licking its fur.

As noon approached, Johanna's eyes started to sting, so she put down her books and patted the big cat's belly barefoot.

The coal ball obediently rolled over, making a gurgling sound in its throat.

Not far away, Helena's attention shifted from the bottles and jars to Johanna, who was happily petting the cat.

She wasn't envious at all.

She has a big, fat, soft red rabbit, which is a better companion than the Shadow Lynx.

That was the pet that Eamon lent her.

After having her nieces Benedict and Renia, she even wrote to her mother asking her for them.

Helena raised her chin.

They didn't give it to me!

Her favorite childhood treasure was taken by Eamon, who hasn't even said he'd return it to her.

She won't return the rabbit she got through her own skill.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

There was a knock on the door, and Diana and Grey Worm came in together.

"what's up?"

Johanna asked.

Helena blinked, watching silently.

"News from Changhu Town."

Diana and Grey Worm exchanged a glance.

The latter straightened his chest and solemnly said, "Prince Amond encountered a Tyrosian mercenary group. The Second Sons' Regiment defeated them and led their troops to pursue them out of the territory of Mil."

(End of this chapter)