Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 241 Aemon Scolds the Old Man

Controversial land.

Rumbling--

Thousands of tall warhorses galloped, the valley knights on horseback clad in heavy armor, and several dragon-embroidered eagle banners fluttered at the front of the procession.

Imond, wearing a heavy tin can, struggled to keep up, pulling on the reins.

The second son's elite troops were all dispatched, their momentum reaching its peak.

What they were chasing were hundreds of scattered and fleeing Tyrosian mercenaries.

The chaotic mob of horses galloping about stood in stark contrast to the Second Sons' regiment, which surged like an iron torrent behind them.

If the Second Sons hadn't deliberately driven them away to exhaust their strength, the battle would have been over in round after round of attacks.

"Quick, run faster!"

Imond's gaze darted back and forth behind his visor, his legs, which were throbbing and aching from gripping his horse's belly, continued to struggle to keep up and not fall behind.

He is very anxious.

We're almost there.

He eliminated these three female remnants of the Kuomintang, making a name for himself and earning everyone's respect.

But the warhorse, which was running slower and slower, and his body, which was panting wildly and nearing its limit, made him realize once again his own powerlessness.

Suddenly, the Tyrosian mercenaries ahead reined in their horses and stopped.

"Stop!"

Rune Guard Rob raised his right hand, ordering the Second Sons to disperse and surround the enemy.

"What happened in front?"

Imond was covered in sweat and managed to squeeze it out with great difficulty.

"Look."

Robert lifted his mask, his expression grave.

An army of small cavalry and large infantry blocked the escape route of the Tyrossi mercenaries, and together with the Second Sons, they attacked from both sides.

Imond craned his neck to look out and saw a blue seahorse flag.

"They are from the Valerian family."

What's the big deal? The Targaryens and Valerian are staunch allies.

"Please take a closer look at where we are."

Robert frowned.

Imond paused for a moment, then looked around at his surroundings.

It was neither the vast farmland of Milland nor the ancient Valyrian road that led directly to Lake-town.

Instead, the original plains of the disputed land have been replaced by barren land overgrown with weeds.

"Who is the commander of the troops ahead?!"

A tall figure with silver hair and silver armor emerged from the Valerian army. His face, after removing his helmet, looked remarkably like the sea serpent Corliss.

"He's the sea serpent's brother."

Imond recognized him at a glance.

At this moment, Robert rode forward, his voice booming: "Lord Wei Mengde, we are ordered by Prince Imon to wipe out these remnants of the Three Women Kingdom."

"Red Robert Rivers?"

Wei Mengde narrowed his eyes, revealing an undisguised contempt.

Even bastards who hold important positions are still viewed with prejudice by the nobles of Westeros.

Weimond, who came from the Valerian family, was even more so.

"Lord Wei Mengde, we will eliminate the remnants of the Three Women Kingdom. Please do not stop us."

Robert revealed his purpose.

With his keen observation, he noticed that Wei Mengde's left arm was hanging from his chest under his silver armor.

Based on previous intelligence, the enemy was indeed seriously injured in the attack by pirates from the Three Women Kingdom.

We all have a common enemy, so nothing unexpected should happen.

"Red Robb, you're trampling on the Valerian family's territory!"

Wei Mengde's expression suddenly changed, and he roared, "I will deal with the remnants of the Three Women Kingdom. Are you trying to start a war by trespassing into the territory of Tyrosi?!"

Swish swish!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Second Sons' Regiment drew their weapons in unison and stared coldly at the Valerian army.

On this disputed land, no one dares to challenge the Second Sons Group.

Both Wei Mengde and the two thousand troops behind him.

With a wave of his hand, Wei Mengde ordered the army behind him to take up positions, with shield bearers advancing to form ranks and spearmen weaving in to create barricades.

In an instant, tensions rose between the two sides.

"calm!"

Robert raised his hand, suppressing the restless second sons' group.

Wei Mengde's provocation was clearly driven by a sense of impunity.

He could lead his army to crush this Valerian army, but that would cause trouble for His Highness the Prince behind him.

do not forget.

The Sea Serpent is the true head of the Valerian family and Lady Lannar's father.

Rob's eyes flickered, and he stepped in again to try to mediate.

"Dismiss now, Red Robert!"

Arrogant and forceful, Weimond declared, "Aemon Targaryen has already occupied a large portion of the disputed territory. From this day forward, this land belongs to the Valerian, and no outsider is permitted to set foot here."

"Did you know that this place is only a few dozen miles away from Changhu Town?"

Robert sneered.

Laketown is situated in the heart of the disputed lands, while Tyrosse lies on an island thousands of miles away.

If this can be considered territorial expansion, then a boundary marker is no better than a stray dog ​​peeing on the roadside.

“A few years ago, Aemon Targaryen could establish a town dozens of miles away, and today Valerian agrees that he can.”

Wei Mengde didn't care at all.

Upon hearing this, Robert's expression shifted dramatically, barely suppressing the urge to rush forward and kill the other man with a single shot.

If it weren't for the desire to avoid disrupting the harmonious relationship between the royal family and the Valerian family, they would never have tolerated Wiemond, a second son of the family, pointing fingers at them.

Imond watched the whole thing from the sidelines, anxiously looking around.

Wei Mengde deserves to die for preventing him from making a name for himself.

At that moment, Robert looked at him, as if he were thinking about something.

He wasn't sure if the Sea Serpents were behind Wimund, so it would be best to have someone of suitable status represent the royal family.

Imond was taken aback upon seeing this, but immediately guessed what the other party was thinking.

He was somewhat unsure whether he could represent the royal family and his cousin Aemon.

Rob glanced at it once and looked away, then gave a look to the flag bearers on either side.

Prince Imond is still a child; there's no need to expect a child to participate in a war.

He'll launch the attack directly; let the Sea Serpent and His Highness discuss the rest.

"Wait a minute."

Imond quickly spoke up, spurring his horse forward.

"Your Highness?"

Rob looked puzzled.

"Let me give it a try."

Imond took a deep breath and decided he couldn't back down.

He was a Targaryen, and his father was the king on the Iron Throne.

His brothers and sisters all have dragons, which makes him appear weak in comparison.

If he slunk back this time, he would despise himself.

"Oh, Prince Imond?"

Wei Mengde tilted his head, somewhat surprised.

"it's me!"

Imond was uneasy, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "I don't care what orders you received or whether the Valerian want to expand into new territories."

"Now, your army retreats and hands over the remnants of the Three Women Kingdom!"

He shouted loudly, as if to bolster his courage.

Robert remained expressionless, but nodded inwardly.

The objective is clear: to wipe out the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom.

The rest of the trivial matters were beyond the reach of this group of people outside the power structure.

Upon hearing this, Wei Mengde's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "What if I don't back down?"

"Then think it through. How many waves of attacks can you and your army withstand from the Second Son Regiment?"

As Imond got more and more into his speech, he started to get sarcastic and asked, "One round, or two rounds?"

That was awesome!
No wonder my father always scolded my cousin for recklessly expanding the army, but my cousin still did it with great enthusiasm.

Even without a dragon, it still stands tall.

Swish!
Wei Mengde instantly drew his sword, roaring, "Threatening me? Do you think the storms I've weathered are child's play?!"

Imond shuddered, then a wave of humiliation washed over him. He quickly drew his short sword and roared, "I'm not one to be trifled with either!"

For a moment, the situation reached a stalemate.

Wei Mengde remained expressionless, but in reality, he was finding it difficult to dismount.

I thought I could just scare a bastard and be done with it. Imond was just a kid, and he would be even worse in the face of war.

He didn't expect the other party to be so tough, which backed him into a corner.

Quietly glancing at the two thousand scattered troops behind him, his mood grew even heavier.

You definitely can't win by fighting.

On the other side, Imond clenched his teeth tightly, not letting the fear cause his body to tremble in front of others.

At least in front of others, he was brave.

"prince."

Rob placed a hand on Imond's shoulder, offering silent encouragement.

Valerian had gone too far and was determined to launch an attack.

“Sir…” Imond forced a smile.

boom--

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the plain, and blue wings cast a large shadow.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

"Hiss!!"

A magnificent, light blue dragon roared deafeningly as it swooped down towards them.

"Dragon...Dragon Flame!"

The girl's trembling voice was clear to the ear, yet it sounded like the whispers of death in his ear.

Dreamfire flapped its dragon wings, gliding over the remnants of the Three Women's Kingdom, and opened its dragon mouth to spew out scorching dragon flames.

The dragon flames, a blend of orange and blue, spread out in an inverted triangle, cascading across the battlefield like a waterfall and creating ripples of water.

"what!!"

"Help……"

The Tyros mercenaries were terrified. They frantically whipped their horses, but to no avail, and watched helplessly as the dragon flames descended.

Boom! !

The dragon's flames swept past, and screams, enveloped in thick smoke, soared into the sky.

"Dragon Rider!"

The strong wind lashed at Wei Mengde's face, plunging him into a state of disbelief and shock.

When did the royal family gain another dragon tamer, and even manage to subdue such a powerful dragon?

"Land, Dreamfire!"

The voice from the dragon's back rang out again.

The Dreamfire circled once amidst the billowing smoke of the flames before gracefully landing in the center of the two armies.

With just one wave of dragonfire, the Tyros mercenaries suffered heavy casualties and were thrown into chaos.

boom!
Helena carefully jumped off the dragon's back and appeared before everyone.

"elder sister!"

Imond exclaimed with delight.

Helena's face was pale, her green dress and black cloak were slightly disheveled, and her legs, clad in deerskin boots, felt a little weak.

The first time she rode a dragon into battle, the agonizing screams around her were deafening, making her heart pound.

"Sister, why are you here!"

Imond dismounted, his face beaming with smiles.

It wasn't just the dragon that arrived, but also because of Helena's support.

He felt cared for.

"It's over, let's go back."

Helena pursed her lips, clearly unwilling to stay there any longer.

"it is good!"

Imond saw her pale face and immediately became worried.

On the other side, Wei Mengde had already sheathed his sword and led his army in a swift retreat.

A Targaryen prince may not be much of a threat, but a dragon rider is not to be underestimated.

Run!
……

Tyrossi.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol roared like thunder as he lay prostrate in the courtyard of Driftwood City, lazily closing his eyes and feigning sleep.

At this moment, in the main hall of Floating Wood City, a father-in-law and son-in-law sat facing each other.

"Aegon burned Greyjoy to death, which is a small achievement."

Imon smiled.

"Of the old sea monster's five sons, only the youngest one survived with him. Thanks to the protection of the Seven Gods, they were not all wiped out."

Corliss sat imposingly on his floating throne, showing no mercy to the invading Ironborn.

Amon abruptly changed the subject, asking sharply, "Waywardly, did Wei Mengde decide to expand his territory on the outskirts of Long Lake, or did he act on his own initiative?"

A simple and direct question.

Having received the news, he flew to Tyrese and brought the sea serpents, who had just disembarked, to his door.

Corliss's eyes gleamed: "Your territory is already large enough; I'm just imitating you."

"So that's what you mean."

Aemon stood up and stared intently as he ascended the steps to the floating throne.

Old man, you married your daughter and now you're making things difficult for me.

Corliss frowned, then said frankly, "Telosi already had ownership of the disputed territory, and I didn't interfere with you when you opened up the Mil Territory."

"You fart!"

Aemon spoke without hesitation.

Pointing at the sea serpent's nose, he said rudely, "When I was establishing the territory of Mil, you were busy suppressing internal strife."

I'm expanding my territory; it's a disputed land, in dire need of rebuilding, where no one is vying for it or fighting over it.

Now that the three free trade city-states are on track, it's time to establish a system for allocating the disputed territory.

What kind of sea serpent would erect a boundary marker right outside Changhu Town?

You're more convenient than a dog marking its territory by peeing.

"Kid, watch your words."

Corliss's face darkened as he was scolded.

He turned his back on her after marrying her daughter; he's truly shameless.

"If you want me to speak nicely, then don't do anything shameful."

"Imon said with disdain."

If it weren't for Lannar's sake, he wouldn't have bothered coming to Terosi.

You, Sea Serpent, possess a free trade city-state and have become the Minister of the Sea.

Lannard married him, and Lannino married Baratheon of Storm's End.

Having gotten used to things going smoothly, they've started to take advantage of others.

"Heh, what do you want?"

Kolis gave a forced, insincere smile.

"Tell Wei Mengde to retreat to the coast of Tyros. I can't interfere with your normal expansion of territory, but if you continue to act recklessly in such a despicable way..."

Aemon paused, then warned, "I will not come to Tyrosi a second time."

Don't blame Vomisol for his merciless dragonfire when the time comes.

His Highness the Prince would also say:
"I thought they were a group of ants."

"I couldn't see the flag clearly."

"Speak to my dragon."

We are all trying our best to live...

After a while.

Aemon left Driftwood and rode Vormisor back to Myr.

Kolis stood atop the tower, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty as he watched the man and the dragon disappear into the distance.

boom!
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and slammed his fist on the mud fence.

Since the Battle of Changhu, this kid has become increasingly difficult to mess with.

"Father."

Lannino's tentative call came from behind.

"what's up?"

Corliss brushed the dust off his palm, turned around, and calmly asked.

Seeing this, Lannino was relieved and laughed, "The shipping lanes have been completely blocked. The Dornish ships have all retreated, leaving only a few small fry."

"Well, I see."

Corliss responded indifferently.

The matter has already been decided at the Imperial Council meeting.

The resurgence of the remnants of the Three Women Kingdom is a deliberate test by someone.

After all, the Iron Throne has grown stronger and stronger, and has already threatened the surrounding powers.

No one wants to see the Dragon King family rise again and regain the glory of ancient Valyria.

"The trade market of Nadorn?"

Lannino wasn't sure.

Corliss shook his head: "Everything as usual."

Of all the powers that fear the Iron Throne, Dorne may not be the strongest, but it is certainly the one that feels the most threatened.

Because conquering Dorne was the politically correct course for House Targaryen.

The ultimate fate of the Iron Throne and Dorne was already sealed.

It was nothing more than the Targaryen family first training a group of dragon riders and then taking the initiative to conquer Dorne.

Prince Coollen couldn't resist taking the initiative and trying to save the day.

Judging from the current situation, Prince Coollen is still wary and dares not take action openly.

However, that day is probably not far off.

……

It was almost dark when Aemon returned to Myr.

Aegon had won the battle and had long since returned to boast to his younger siblings.

Without further ado, Aemon told them to pack their bags and return to Westeros the next day.

Go to the valley for a vacation!

"Great!!"

Imond cheered.

(End of this chapter)