Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 252 Breaking Legs, Kicking Groin

"Hiss..."

Yangyan lay on his back, the saddle on the dragon's back falling away, pressing the startled Aegon under the gap.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up at Imon.

At that moment, Aegon seemed to see a savior and cried out pitifully, "Aemon, save me, save me!"

His body was suspended in mid-air, his back hitting the ground, his brain was throbbing with blood and felt like it was about to explode, and his whole body was covered in bruises.

It's almost comparable to torture.

Hearing his cries for help, Imon had already seen Yang Yan covered in wounds, slumped in the ruins, panting.

His expression immediately turned even colder.

It was all because of this fool that he almost destroyed the dragon's lair and severed the Targaryen's foundation.

"Your Highness the Prince."

The elderly dragon tamer approached with the help of others.

Imon ignored him and casually snatched a bamboo staff about the thickness of a bowl from a young dragon tamer, snapping it in half to make a handy bamboo stick.

"Uh?"

Aegon was instantly startled, and even his dizzy, bloodshot head cleared up.

"No, don't come any closer!"

Aegon was terrified, his arm throbbing with pain as he desperately tried to pull the chain around his waist, but he couldn't break it no matter what he did.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Imon walked in front of him and spoke coldly.

Aegon's lips turned pale, and he stammered, "I didn't mean to."

"No difference."

Imon remained expressionless and raised his hand to swing the bamboo stick.

"No no no!"

Aegon screamed in terror as the oil-covered bamboo stick completely filled his vision.

Bang!
One blow from the stick knocked his head to the side, leaving him dangling precariously in mid-air.

Aegon fainted on the spot, his loose silver-gold hair stained red with blood that had spilled from his skull.

Tick!
Imon's expression was indifferent, and drops of blood dripped from the bamboo stick in his hand.

He slapped Aegon's head, which was in the way, and untied the iron chains binding his waist, letting his body slide limply down.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan caught his breath and struggled to protect his rider.

Vomisol glanced at him with his bright, vertical pupils, but had not yet made any move.

"Hiss!~"

A young black and red dragon flew over, its scarlet wings flapping as it hovered in mid-air, spewing dragonfire toward the head of the golden dragon.

The dragon flames were as black as night, bursting forth like a pillar of fire, and striking the golden scales with an explosive effect.

Yang Yan's head lolled to the side from the blast, and all the strength she had managed to gather vanished.

"Hiss!~"

The baby dragon, about the size of an orange cat, screeched and flew back to hover above Imon's head, with a rather triumphant air.

The young dragon "Blackfire" lives up to its name.

Aemon glanced at it, then grabbed Aegon by the leg and dragged him out of the ruins like a dead dog.

Dragons are not slaves, much less tools for their tamers.

Those who understand this are the true Targaryens.

Even if you have already tamed one dragon, you will naturally gain their trust and favor when you approach other dragons.

If you can't understand this point...

In ancient Valyria, regardless of whether a dragon was tamed as a young or an old one, one could not even dream of riding it into battle.

They only deserve to sit at the same table as children.

"Imon, how's it going inside?"

Upon seeing his nephew emerge, Viserys immediately inquired about him.

Lannar, Renilla, and Helena rushed over, trying to calm the restless and frightened young dragons while worrying about their own.

"It's okay for now."

Aemon threw Aegon to the ground, dragged over a young dragon tamer, and gave the order rudely in High Valyrian:
"Release Vaghar, Syracuse, and Dreamfire. Keep the young dragon in a cage, and I will send it back to Dragonstone afterward."

One of the pillars in the dragon's lair was broken, large sections of the wall were shattered, and sunlight could seep through the cracks.

It has become a dilapidated building.

The dragons can no longer live there and need to be temporarily relocated.

The young dragon tamer trembled and instinctively looked at the king beside him.

"Do as Aemon says."

"Veseris said in a deep voice."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Highness."

The young dragon tamer had his collar loosened and scrambled off to deliver the message.

At this point, Viserys called over the elderly dragon tamer in charge of the dragon's lair, who was also the elder dragon tamer.

"What are you all doing? Dozens of people can't keep an eye on two teenagers, letting them run wild!"

Viserys roared, he was absolutely furious.

The elderly dragon tamer lowered his head, too ashamed to answer.

They were caught off guard when Prince Aemond sneaked into the dragon pit and released the sheep thief. Then, Prince Aegon took advantage of the chaos to release Sunfire.

By the time the patrol team arrived, it was too late to stop them.

"Get out of here. It seems I really need to think carefully about how to deal with the Dragon Tamers!"

Viserys shoved the old dragon tamer away, never wanting to see him again.

They could never keep an eye on the dragon's lair, and all sorts of problems arose.

What use is he?!
The elderly dragon tamer silently withdrew, a trace of sorrow in his heart.

The Dragon Keepers, also known as the "Dragon Guards," were a profession established during the mid-reign of King Jeheris.

When the centenarian king was still alive, no accidents ever happened at the dragon's lair.

At best, it was some "brave young Targaryen" who, when no one was looking, smacked "Black Death" Balerion on the nose with a stick.

Now that the son of that "brave young Targaryen" has become king on the Iron Throne, problems are beginning to appear in the Dragon's Lair.

So... whose fault is it exactly?

"I think the biggest problem is those two idiots!"

With a cold expression, Eamon dragged the unconscious Egan out of the dragon's lair.

As I stepped out of the bronze gate, sunlight shone on my face.

Viserys followed behind, his expression a mixture of anger and heartache, wanting to say something but unable to get it out of his throat.

"If you make a mistake, you should be punished, don't you agree, Uncle?"

Imon, carrying a bamboo stick, asked directly.

Viserys already knew what his nephew was up to.

He really wanted to say that he would take the person back and punish him personally, but how could he bring himself to say such a thing?

Viserys gritted his teeth and turned his head away, refusing to look.

"very good!"

Aemon nodded.

He threw Aegon to the ground, one leg stretched out and dangling on the steps.

"His Majesty……"

Sir Harold, who had arrived with them, widened his eyes, wanting to speak up and dissuade them.

Bang! Click!

Imon swung his staff violently, and the bamboo staff, as thick as a bowl, shattered on the spot, sending bamboo fragments flying like firecrackers.

"what!!"

Aegon sat bolt upright in an instant, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

Then, with a thud, he fell backward and lost consciousness again. "Aegon!"

Renilla covered her mouth.

Aegon was pale, drenched in sweat, and his right leg was twisted unnaturally.

Seriously, his legs were broken.

Viserys' heart skipped a beat when he heard his eldest son's scream, but he suppressed his heartache and did not turn around.

Too bad!
The same thought crossed everyone's mind: Prince Aemon had gone too far.

Imond, standing in the crowd, turned deathly pale and trembled violently.

Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention, he quietly retreated and shielded everyone in front of him.

"Imond, it's your turn."

Just then, a voice like that of a vengeful ghost called out to him.

"Gulu~~"

Imond immediately froze, swallowing hard.

Imon pushed through the crowd and walked up behind him.

"I...I didn't mean to..."

Imond didn't dare turn around at all, staring at the reflection of the sun, unable to even finish a sentence.

The moment the sheep thief lost control, he realized he had made a mistake.

The dragon's lair nearly collapsed, and the dragons were almost killed.

Even Aegon, who was enraged and lost his mind, had his leg broken. It's unimaginable what the consequences will be for him, the mastermind behind this deliberate act.

“Not everyone is as stupid as Aegon. I know what you’ve done.”

Aemon pressed down on his shoulder and turned him to face him.

As they spoke, she caught a glimpse of her uncle's reluctant gaze and the complicated expressions on the faces of those around her.

Imon's gaze was introspective, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

"I was wrong, I accept the punishment."

Imond was slightly better than Aegon; knowing he couldn't escape today, he stammered as he admitted his mistake.

"You really think so?"

"Imon asked."

"Ah."

Imond closed his eyes.

Imon smiled slightly: "Well done, you didn't embarrass yourself."

After saying that, he kicked out.

Bang!
Imond's eyes widened in horror as he clutched his groin and collapsed to the ground in agony, hunching over like a shrimp.

Even with its mouth wide open, it couldn't make a sound.

The most intense pain is the kind that is more powerful than words.

With a cold expression, Imon raised his foot and kicked that face twice more.

Imond felt a buzzing in his head, and time seemed to spin around him; he had no idea what was happening.

I do not know how long it has been.

When she came to her senses, she was already being held in a soft, fragrant embrace.

"Imond, wake up."

A familiar voice reached my ears, and the air was filled with the scents of rust and cream.

When Imond opened his eyes again, he saw his elder sister Renny's worried face.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep."

Renilla gently swayed her arm around Imond, using her slender body to shield him from the sunlight and someone's cold gaze.

The dragon's lair gate is still the entrance to the dragon's lair.

Imond's heart trembled slightly, and he shrank back into his elder sister's arms in fear.

Blood flowed from both nostrils, down to her mouth, and soaked a piece of lace on the front of Renella's black dress.

Shivering, like a homeless puppy.

Aemon stared at Renilla, gesturing for her to step aside.

"Imon, let's stop here."

Renilla hugged Imond tightly and spoke with dissatisfaction.

If you hit him again, he will be killed.

Imon shifted his gaze, scanning the people around him one by one.

When his gaze fell upon them, not a single person, from the Grand Minister Tyran and the Royal Guards down to every single dragon tamer, dared to look him in the eye.

They either make eye contact for a second and then turn away, or they don't even dare to raise their heads.

“Prince Aemon, I think the two princes already know they were wrong.”

Anyone can hide, but Prime Minister Leonor cannot, and he nervously stepped forward to offer his advice.

Imon ignored him and turned to look at his silent uncle.

Viserys's face was terribly grim, his hands clenched into fists beneath his leather gloves, and his chest heaved more and more violently.

He seems quite angry.

Aemon withdrew his gaze, tossed aside the brick he had picked up, and said calmly, "Call him Scholar."

After saying that, she brushed past her uncle's shoulder and left.

"His Majesty?"

Sir Harold, who had been standing behind the King, spoke with concern.

"Call him a Bachelor!"

Viserys stiffened his neck and roared.

Tailan dashed out to call the scholar.

After a flurry of activity, the dragon tamers prepared two makeshift stretchers.

"be careful."

Renilla helped the terrified Imond up, placed him on a stretcher, and carried him away.

Imond was half asleep, half awake, his whole body feeling as if he had been washed.

Renilla watched the stretcher disappear into the distance, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Forget it."

Lannar walked over and gently took her arm.

She saw everything that Eamon and Renilla were doing, even though no one else noticed.

The struggle for the crown prince has always been like this.

Using some underhanded tactics to win people's hearts and minds and maintain stability is a last resort.

Renilla was slightly lost in thought, processing everything.

On the other side, Viserys sent his two good-for-nothing sons away and, with the help of two or three Kingsguard, mounted his horse.

There wasn't enough time, so naturally I couldn't sit in the Wheel Palace.

On the way back, Viserys' face was as black as the bottom of a pot, constantly recalling the mistakes of his two foolish sons.

I feel sorry for him, but no wonder my nephew was so ruthless.

If Aegon and Aymond had acted during the reign of their grandfather Jaehaerys, their actions would not have resulted in just a severe beating.

Given his grandfather's strict nature, he placed immense importance on the dragon.

They will definitely be stripped of their dragon-riding qualifications and will never be able to set foot in a dragon's lair or even come into contact with any dragon in their lifetime.

"There are problems in my court."

Viserys pondered deeply and sighed deeply.

With the dragon's lair incident, the nephew's beating of Otto seemed insignificant.

and many more!

Beat up Otto, Otto...

(End of this chapter)