Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 251 Dragon's Lair Riot
"uh-huh?"

Imon turned around, looking slightly displeased.

You old fool, what business do you have with me?

"I think we can talk about this privately."

Otto spoke calmly.

Aemon frowned slightly, then squeezed Renilla's hand to reassure her.

Renilla glanced at Otto and made room for them.

After the others had left down the corridor, only Imon and Otto remained at the entrance to the hall.

Aemon raised an eyebrow, signaling him to speak.

Otto, with a serious expression, said, "Prince Aemon, Aegon and the others are young and ignorant. We will pave the way for them in the future. I hope you will not interfere."

"We! Who's talking to you about 'we'?"

Aemon laughed out loud.

Otto said in a serious tone, "Viserys and Alisson are the children's parents, the people who most want their children to succeed."

"Oh, is it so?"

Aemon's smile widened, and he asked, "Is that all?"

"Of course more than that."

Otto smiled slightly and said, "Brothers like Aegon and Aymond have a very good relationship and are considerate of each other when it comes to marriage. There won't be any conflict as you might expect."

"You really think so?"

"Imon said in astonishment."

“Aegon and his friends are the best of kids.”

Otto was full of confidence.

Meanwhile, in the Dragon's Lair Hall.

The two children he was talking about were facing each other with grim expressions, each clenching their fists.

"Please calm down, Your Highnesses."

The dragon tamers were extremely nervous and stood between the two brothers to dissuade them.

"Go away!"

Aegon shoved aside the female dragon tamer blocking his way and charged forward angrily.

“You’re a coward, Aegon.”

Imond, not to be outdone, shouted insults.

……

Sometimes, I really doubt your judgment.

"Imon said calmly."

Otto straightened his chest and said confidently, "My knowledge and experience in governing are renowned in seven countries, so I do have some insight."

"Suit yourself. Is there anything else?"

"Imon asked."

That's all for now.

Otto, feeling he had been very polite, nodded his thanks: "As I said before, please do not disturb Aegon and the others. The King and Queen will be extremely grateful."

"no problem."

Amon readily agreed, his smile somewhat eerie.

He really didn't expect that Otto, a sycophant, would use his status as Alisson's father to win over court officials and exacerbate the conflict between the Black and Green factions.

After getting a taste of success from manipulating Allison's life, he even attempted to manipulate the lives of Green Party children.

Such a treacherous person.

Before Aemon could even cause him any trouble, he gave him a warning first.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

The conversation went so smoothly that Otto couldn't help but feel a little arrogant.

"Not in a hurry."

Aemon stepped aside to block his path and suddenly asked, "Lord Otto, how old are you this year?"

Otto: "I am three years older than His Majesty."

Viserys is 44 years old this year, which means he is 47 years old.

"very good!"

Imon nodded in satisfaction.

"Nothing else, I'll go now..."

Otto abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

A large hand suddenly appeared in his line of sight, pressing down on his face and slamming him to the hard floor.

boom!
Otto's upright posture leaned completely backward, remaining straight through the air, before his head hit the ground with a thud.

"How can you be fine? You're in big trouble."

Imon's voice is warm and gentle.

Otto felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his mind went blank.

Immediately afterwards, a large hand grabbed his collar and pulled his upper body up.

"Imon!"

Renilla, who had been watching this closely, exclaimed in surprise.

In the distance, Otto was lifted into the air, his old face contorted in pain as he received a sharp slap.

clap clap clap!
"Old man, who gave you the guts?"

clap clap clap!
"You dare warn me? You're not worthy!"

clap clap clap!
"Ask your brother Hobert Hightower if he dares to breathe loudly in front of me."

As Imon spoke, he grew colder and colder, but his hands moved with surprising speed.

Otto saw stars from the slap and his ears were ringing. He instinctively reached out to defend himself, but like a drowning person, all he could do was kick his legs.

boom!
Viserys turned around hastily and saw Otto being thrown back into the conference hall like a tattered sack.

A tall figure with silver hair and dressed in black walked into the hall, picked up a solid wood chair used for meetings, and held it high.

"Quick, stop him!"

Viserys was stunned and completely confused.

The Imperial Guards around him reacted quickly, rushing out the instant they turned their heads, like two silver shadows.

Before Otto could catch his breath, his rapidly swollen eyes opened a crack, and he saw a solid wood chair growing larger and larger.

Bang! !

The solid wood struck flesh through the clothes, producing a dull, solid sound.

Amon's eyes were so cold they seemed to drip ice, as if he were looking at a dead dog on the side of the road.

The solid wood chair was repeatedly lifted and smashed against Otto, who was hunched over like a shrimp.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Two Imperial Guards rushed in.

Bang! Crash!

The solid wood chair swung around, leaving afterimages, and struck Otto's kneeling waist and thighs in succession. The final powerful recoil shattered the chair into flying wood chips.

The sound of solid wood cracking is crisp, mixed with another kind of crisp cracking sound.

Otto felt his thigh go numb for a moment, then his body was struck with a force like a bull wrestling, and a feeling of weightlessness washed over him.

Before the Kingsguard could restrain Imon, the latter kicked the fallen Otto in the chest.

Otto, disheveled, flew backward like a kite with a broken string, only coming to a stop after crashing into a series of chairs next to the conference table.

"Your Highness, stop immediately!"

"Do not impulse."

Sir Harold's face was solemn as he held tightly to the upper body of His Highness the Prince.

Another Imperial Guard slid to his knees and grabbed the prince's legs.

Seeing this, Imon stopped in time.

"Imon, what are you doing!"

Viserys, belatedly realizing what was happening, rushed over in a panic.

Before the others could even see what was happening, Justice Minister Otto collapsed to the ground, convulsing and bleeding profusely.

"let go!"

Aemon shuddered, brushed aside the Kingsguard who was embracing him, and said calmly, "This is the Red Keep, there's no need to treat me like this."

"Scholar, quickly call him Scholar!"

Viserys shouted repeatedly and rushed over to check on Otto's condition.

He was unconscious, spitting blood, and his body was pinned down by a fallen chair.

Viserys's face changed drastically. He stood up, grabbed his nephew by the collar, and roared angrily, "Damn it, look what you've done!"

That was a high-ranking official, and also Queen Allison's father.

He was beaten so badly in court that his life was in danger.

With unusual composure, Imon tilted his head back to avoid the spittle and said, "Your Majesty, don't tell me you can't see what kind of trick Otto is up to?"

Viserys was stunned.

Otto was well aware of what he was thinking.

He used his children to gain more power.

But whether it's Aegon and Helena, or Aymond marrying Princess Dorne.

The purpose of all these conspiracies and schemes is to first strengthen the Green Party, or in other words, to strengthen the monarchy.

That's why Viserys tolerated it.

"Renera is your heir. Is there anything about her that makes you uneasy?"

Aemon's question was incredibly sharp.

Viserys was stunned and speechless when asked the question.

Aemon's eyes were sharp as a falcon's, and he spoke in Higher Valyrian: "I am neither Daemon nor the sea serpent; they tolerate a clown, and I refuse."

Regardless of any tacit understanding between the other party and Otto, he was unwilling to become part of the game between the monarch and his subject.

His gentle and easygoing nature is simply his attitude towards life.

The valley and its many territories were not won through mere words and whispers; they were fought with swords at their waists and dragons beneath their feet, with real swords and spears.

"you……"

Viserys' Adam's apple bobbed up and down, unable to utter a complete sentence.

“Father, it was Otto who was rude first.” Renilla rushed over, pried her father’s hands off, and spread her arms like a mother hen protecting her chicks to shield Imon.

Seeing the nervous Renera, Eamon's lips curled into a slight smile.

"You, you guys."

Viserys was furious.

The ministers remained silent, not daring to interfere in the king's domestic affairs.

stomping on...

Just then, hurried footsteps came from around the corner of the corridor.

A disheveled young dragon tamer ran over and said anxiously in High Valyrian, "Dragon's Lair! The two princes are fighting!"

Viserys didn't take it seriously.

So what if they start fighting? They're not going to kill anyone.

Then, the young dragon tamer's trembling voice was heard: "The Sunfire and the sheep thief have been released, and the dragon's lair is out of control."

The common language translation of "solar fire" is "yangyan" (阳炎).

bass!
Imon's expression changed drastically, and he pushed aside the wary Royal Guards beside him and ran out.

Dragon battles are no child's play.

The dragon's lair is nothing more than a stone building with a thick, circular dome.

If the dome collapses, both dragons that are fighting will be crushed to death.

Womisol and his companions lived in a dragon pit beneath the dragon's lair, and the passage leading directly to the main hall was blocked, essentially burying them alive.

"Oh no! Follow them quickly!"

Viserys paused for a moment, then jumped up in even greater excitement than before.

The dragon's lair must not be lost.

……

Inside the dragon's lair.

"Prince Aegon, please stop immediately."

The elderly dragon tamer, looking miserable, stood around the giant dragon Yangyan, holding a bamboo cane.

"Hiss!"

With its wings supporting it on the ground, Yang Yan crawled quickly, creating a gust of wind as it rushed out.

Aegon's face was flushed with anger, and all he could think about was disciplining his idiotic brother.

"Dragon Flame, sheep thief!"

Aemond had not yet climbed onto the dragon's back, but beneath his cold face lay an even greater murderous intent than Aegon.

"Hiss!"

A cunning glint flashed in the ugly mud dragon's vertical pupils as it deliberately waited for the golden dragon to approach before spewing out brown dragon flames that resembled specks of mud.

When hatred meets, eyes blaze with fury.

Yang Yan hated the ugly monster that stole its treasure and hurt it. It raised its head to block the rider on its back, and its pale pink wings rose and fell, forcing Long Yan into the fighting range.

Sizzle!
The fine, brown dragon flames burned a few small holes in the gorgeous pale pink wing membranes, suddenly raising the temperature of the dragon's lair.

"Attack, Yang Yan!"

Aegon briefly lost sight of himself, but once he regained it, he focused solely on attacking.

With a roar, Yang Yan's golden body crawled and ran like a fire-breathing earthworm, spewing out golden dragon flames as it ran.

boom--

The two giant dragons collided and began tearing at each other in a frenzy.

"what!!"

Aegon's body was turned upside down, and he instinctively screamed in agony.

Yangyan seized the initiative, grabbing the sheep thief by the throat, its forelimbs clawing at the dragon's neck, and the entire dragon coiled around it.

The sheep thief acted decisively, using his three-times-sized body to stand on his feet and slamming the golden dragon heavily to the ground, tearing at its golden scales with his wings and claws.

In an instant, roars echoed from within the dragon's lair.

The mixture of gold and brown mud unconsciously crashed into the walls of the dragon's lair, crushing all the fire pit steps, accompanied by a series of ferocious pillars of fire surging wildly.

"Quickly, protect Prince Imond and get him out of here!"

The old dragon tamer seemed to have his head explode, and pushed the stunned Imond to a young dragon tamer.

He didn't dare to delay for a second and rushed into the nearest dragon pit.

Seeing this, the other dragon tamers understood.

Find the dragon pit where the dragons are imprisoned, unlock the dragons' chains, and release them all.

Rumbling--

The bronze gate to the dragon's lair slowly opened, letting in sunlight and dispelling the dim shadows.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Young dragons flew out of the dragon pit, some rushing towards the blue sky outside the dragon's lair, while others circled around the two giant dragons.

The sharp hissing was incessant, like a raging dragon rampage.

"Sheep thief! Stealing..."

Imond knew fear, but found that no amount of shouting would help.

The sheep thief was cunning and cowardly.

But that doesn't mean it lacks the ferocity a wild dragon should possess.

Facing a creature less than three times their size, they launched a frenzied attack.

Yangyan may appear to be weak, but in reality, she bites the opponent's neck and seizes absolute control.

Aegon was initially happy, but his smile quickly faded.

Yang Yan was wounded repeatedly, his body was uncontrollably suppressed and torn apart, and Aegon on the dragon's back was also in danger.

The most dangerous time was when Sunfire's back slammed into the ground, nearly crushing Aegon on the saddle into a bloody pulp.

Fortunately, the dragon saddles were cleverly installed, placed at the junction of the dragon's neck and spine, with an inward-curving arc ensuring a safe space for the saddles.

"No no no!"

Yangyan was once again pounced on and ravaged, and Aegon's eyes widened like saucers as he let out a terrified scream.

"Dragons are not slaves."

The elderly dragon tamer huddled helplessly in a corner, his heart filled with pain.

It was because some people lost their sense of awe that the scene of dragons fighting each other came to be.

"What are you doing!?"

Aemon appeared at the entrance to the dragon's lair.

"The sheep thief and Yang Yan are out of control."

Imond was deathly pale and kept repeating himself, trembling.

boom--

The dragon's lair restricted the dragon's aerial combat, and the sheep thief, tumbling and crawling, crashed into a pillar of the main hall.

Smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere.

The massive pillars, which would take two people to encircle, collapsed with a deafening roar, causing the Dragon's Lair Hall to shake violently and its circular dome to teeter on the brink of collapse.

The elderly dragon tamer fell to the ground, nearly being hit by a boulder.

When I looked up, the smoke and dust obscured my vision.

"Roar……"

Suddenly, a deep, drum-like roar came from the dragon pit behind them, accompanied by the loud thud of a giant object hitting the ground.

Amidst the dust, a blurry outline emerged from the dragon pit.

Vomisol's bronze-colored vertical pupils were indifferent. Its massive, mountain-like bronze body gradually came into view, and its sharp forelimb claws tore through the dust and easily shattered the solid black stone slabs.

The two giant dragons locked in combat were nothing more than ants before a towering tree.

Viserys and his companions rushed over and witnessed the appearance of the bronze dragon.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol stretched his neck and let out a thunderous roar.

An invisible sense of oppression emanated from the room, instantly engulfing the entire area.

The young dragons, which were flying haphazardly, shuddered and fled in panic, some nearly falling from mid-air.

The two giant dragons in the center of the hall paused their biting motions slightly, instinctively wanting to submit.

"Dragon, Dragon King."

The elderly dragon tamer lay on the ground, his pupils dilated in shock.

Through the blurred vision, a figure with silver hair and purple eyes burst in.

With a frosty expression, Imon used the technique of the binding spell and roared, "Stop the fighting!!"

"Gah!"

The sheep thief's heart skipped a beat. Driven by the survival instinct of the wild dragon, he withdrew his attack and crawled on the ground.

Yang Yan was relentless, his dragon blood flowing through his vertical pupils as he clung to the other's throat.

In just a few minutes, the jet-black fangs sank deep into the flesh beneath the brownish-brown scales, making a crunching sound as they bit.

Upon seeing this, Imon decisively ordered, "Attack!"

next second.

A thick, long bronze dragon tail swept across the dust, striking Yang Yan with lightning speed, causing him to immediately release his grip and tumble repeatedly.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief, provoked, spread his wings, intending to take advantage of the chaos.

boom--

The moment it turned around, Vomisol's ferocious dragon snout attacked, its head snapping to bite its throat.

The sheep thief suddenly felt dizzy.

Vomitor raised his head high, grabbed the sheep thief who was almost twice his size by the throat, and dragged him, causing the dragon's head to shake and fall heavily to the ground.

He then moved in close and easily subdued him.

Its movements were as swift as an eagle hunting a sparrow.

"Roar……"

Vomisol was menacing, his bronze-black vertical pupils glancing at the approaching driver, ready to bite the sheep thief's neck at any moment.

Imon stepped over the gravel and walked to the center of the hall.

(End of this chapter)