Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 266 Battle of the Mead River

The matter has come to an end.

The investigation uncovered a crucial piece of information during the acquisition of Harrenhal, which incidentally resolved a minor potential problem.

But Imon was not happy at all.

"Don't overthink things and let others affect your mood."

Lana took his hand and gently comforted him.

"A witch born evil, she never speaks the truth."

"Imon said angrily."

If Renilla cannot give birth, Lanael will have a difficult delivery.

So he's the one who's unlucky, right?

"I think what she said makes sense."

Lannar was very open-minded and laughed, "If I were to die during childbirth, I believe you wouldn't let me follow in Queen Emma's footsteps."

"Look what you said."

Imon was both angry and heartbroken: "Am I some kind of heartless person?"

"It's hard to say."

Lana deliberately provoked him, shaking her head with a feigned sigh.

She succeeded.

"Go back to sleep," Eamon said dejectedly.

I've made up my mind to take preventative measures in the future.

It doesn't matter how many children there are, there's only one Lana.

His Highness the Prince indulged in a little superstition again.

"King of the Valley, we have a request."

Two children of the forest emerged from behind the weirwood tree, looking as if they had something difficult to say.

"Since it's an unreasonable request, don't say it."

Imon refused on the spot.

"..."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the antler helmets worn by the two children of the forest were tilted to one side.

"Don't be childish."

Lana patted him on the shoulder.

Aemon: "Speak."

The two Forest Children were overjoyed and said, "The area outside the Great Wall is not suitable for Forest Children to live in. We want to stay here and guard this castle for you."

"Planning to usurp someone else's place?"

Imon had a cold expression.

"no."

Acorn, one of the children of the forest, said, "It's just me and the stump; no other children of the forest will come."

This was the result of prior discussions between them and their clan.

When you find a suitable place to live, prioritize your own survival.

To preserve a separate bloodline for the Children of the Forest.

"You and him?"

Aemon's eyes widened slightly as he pointed at the two Forest Children, both clearly male.

Are squirrel people really that open-minded?
You may have misunderstood.

Acorn shook its head: "Our race has no gender. In places with weirwood trees, there is a chance of self-reproduction."

"excellent!"

Immon was amazed.

He granted the request of the two children of the forest.

The reason is simple.

He was intentionally protecting these magical creatures.

Dragons are the most powerful magical creatures on their own, while the children of the forest and giants are magical creatures in groups.

The magical tide is about to recede.

The more "magic" is retained, the more stable the window of opportunity after the tide recedes.

More importantly.

The children of the forest and the giants are simple-minded by nature, unlike humans who are inherently flawed.

Treat others with kindness, and receive kindness in return.

"Thank you, King of the Valley."

The acorn bowed in thanks.

"Just call me Prince."

“Yes, King of the Valley.”

"..."

...

into the night.

The blacksmith's shop in Harrenhal.

Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by a series of orderly hammering sounds, the furnace rose with scorching flames.

"Come on, try them on."

Imon, shirtless, wiped away sweat as he revealed the finished product he had forged.

A heavy suit of armor, entirely emerald green, standing 24 feet 9 inches (760 cm) tall, providing full-body protection.

A five-meter-long rectangular shield made of the same material, with three red dragon emblems engraved on its surface and neat runes inscribed around it.

Finally, there was a meteor hammer, predominantly emerald green with crimson cracks at one end, its shape ferocious and terrifying.

"Armor and weapons."

The giant chestnut obediently squatted on the ground, scratching its head and grinning sheepishly: "For... chestnuts."

"Yes, put it on."

Amon was calling out to the big, dumb guy.

"Thank you, brother."

Giant Chestnut stammered his thanks and eagerly picked up the oversized meteor hammer.

Imon shook his head helplessly.

hard to imagine.

Such a huge giant is not even eighteen years old.

Considering how easy he was to coax and fool, I reluctantly accepted him as a subordinate.

After a while.

Under Aemon's guidance, the giant Chestnut slowly put on his armor and picked up his great shield and broom.

The big guy really liked the meteor hammer.

He said that his people would try every means to find weapons, but the best they could find was the heartwood of an ironwood tree.

Not only are they difficult to obtain, but their hardness is also insufficient to withstand the brute force of giants.

On the contrary, he showed little interest in the armor to which Aemon had devoted the most effort.

Saying things like "real giants don't wear armor" is idiotic.

"Look, you're all dressed."

The giant chestnut stood up, rising from the ground like a small bronze mountain.

"Tsk, tsk."

Imon's brow relaxed; he looked completely satisfied.

The armor is runic armor incorporating bronze bells and engraved with sturdy runes.

After the Sun Disc of the Bronze Divine Tree produces a burst of power, the output is mainly reflected in the bronze bells.

It produces three coins a year, averaging one coin every four months.

Five years later, a total of fifteen were produced.

The giant's runic armor used three bronze bells, and the five-meter-tall bronze shield used two bronze bells.

The giant chestnut's favorite meteor hammer was made with a bronze bell and two pieces of fire crystal ore the size of walnuts. "Perfect."

Aemon circled his giant brother, boasting with immense satisfaction.

Blacksmithing was his hobby.

I know my own skill level.

Despite its large size, this runic armor is flawless in every detail, ensuring that no one can find any weaknesses.

With the horn-shaped helmet on, only a pair of eyes were visible beneath the visor.

It can be said that they are armed to the teeth.

With the addition of the bronze shield, it effectively blocks high damage from scorpion crossbows, fire, and other attacks, ensuring that no one can harm the giant under the armor in the slightest.

"Hehe, I like it."

Giant chestnuts can't express themselves; they just keep grinning foolishly.

The shy head of Sagami scratched at the hard helmet.

Seeing this, Imon became even more satisfied.

The materials are mainly copper ingots and bronze bells, making it lighter than iron, and the full suit of armor will not be a burden.

"very good."

Imon nodded repeatedly and said, "Tomorrow, I will send someone to take you to war."

Pause several times while uttering a sentence, so that the other person can understand it.

"it is good!"

The giant chestnut roared, without even asking who it was going to attack.

"energetic!"

Imon was delighted.

After giving a few instructions, I arranged for the other person to go to sleep.

Renilla sent him a message.

King's Landing remains neutral and is unwilling to intervene in the internal strife within the Reach.

This suited Amon perfectly.

Larry also gave him a heads-up.

Aegon intended to help House Hightower.

To prevent Highgarden from suffering a major loss, they sent giant chestnuts over to give House Hightower and the Reach nobles a little shock.

"Hytar, hold on."

A smile played on Imon's lips.

……

Mead River Basin.

Mond Hightower rode a white horse and led an army of five thousand on a long journey.

Several different flags were raised in the cavalry column.

The Burning Tower of the Hightower family, the three castles of the Baker family, the Golden Cross of the Rockton family...

There are many similar flags.

Apart from Earl Ulwin Baker, who was swayed by profit and decided to join in overthrowing Highgarden, the rest of the banners came from the many vassals of the old town of Hightar.

To be fair, the Hightar family is no small force.

The number and quality of vassals were second only to those of ducal families who governed a single territory.

"Lord Mondstadt, isn't it too hasty of us not to bring siege equipment?"

Earl Urwin rode up behind, his brow furrowed in displeasure.

"We are launching a surprise attack; carrying too much baggage will only increase the probability of failure."

Mond has his own ideas.

Upon hearing this, Ulwin calmly replied, "I hope you won't regret it."

He was a cunning middle-aged man with black hair and eyes, a lean build, and a fierce aura.

His fiefdom is Starshuttle in the Dorne frontier, and he also governs Durstonbury and White Garden.

Starshort was the ancestral home of the Peck family, while Durstonbury was a reward given to the Peck family after the Mandalay family, the former governors of the Mandalay River, failed in their rebellion.

As a result, the Mandalay family wandered to the North and settled there.

The origins of White Garden City are unknown, but based on the consistent traditions of the Peck family, it is estimated that it was taken over from a family that has died out.

With three castle fiefdoms belonging to one family, their power should not be underestimated.

"Tell the soldiers to move quickly and not give Tyrell time to react."

Mondl roared.

Earl Ulwin observed quietly, then suddenly regretted accepting the invitation.

The hot-blooded young man thought he could avenge his father.

They're treating war far too lightly.

However, the majority of the 5,000-strong army consisted of soldiers from Haitar and his vassals.

There is no way out.

It's approaching noon.

Haitar's army has reached the end of the Mead River basin and is about to enter the main tributary of the Mandeb River.

Mondl looked up at the sky with a somber expression.

He wanted to launch a surprise attack on Highgarden before nightfall and capture Garland Tyrell alive.

Rumble!
Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, as if a thousand troops and ten thousand horses were galloping.

Mond suddenly turned around.

On both sides of the mead river, the grassy slopes formed towering hills, and from behind one of the slopes, a menacing cavalry force charged out.

"Crush Haitar!!"

Garland Tyrell, carrying a large banner, roared and led his army in a charge.

Flags fluttered, and the golden roses on the flags stretched out their vines, revealing sharp thorns.

"Oh no, it's cavalry!"

Count Urwin was greatly alarmed.

Haitar's army consisted of only one thousand archers, one thousand cavalry, and three thousand infantry, which was no match for the heavy cavalry charge.

My mind raced, frantically searching for a solution.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from behind.

At this moment, Mond also broke out in a cold sweat.

On the way there, a second heavily armored cavalry force appeared.

"I will be the vanguard!!"

A burly middle-aged man with a resolute face roared, pointing forward at a gleaming Valyrian steel greatsword.

A banner reading "Bow Hunter" was waved among the cavalry.

"Get out!"

Earl Urwin made a snap decision and ordered his vassals and soldiers to desert in the face of battle.

"Ulwin, how dare you!"

Mond was both anxious and furious, but he couldn't do anything about it.

At this moment, Garan's heavily armored cavalry had already charged in front of them.

A fierce tiger lies ahead, and a vicious wolf lurks behind.

Mondl was unwilling to give up. He drew his clan sword "Alert" from his waist and shouted, "Don't panic, hold your formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he led his troops to meet them.

However, less than half of his soldiers followed him.

The remaining majority of soldiers fled in panic toward the east, where they had not yet been stopped by the two enemy forces.

boom--

Garan's heavily armored cavalry charged head-on, instantly knocking the Haitar army to their knees and tearing a gash in their ranks like a sharp blade.

The second heavy cavalry unit behind them was a moment later and crashed into the rear of Haitar's army.

Two cavalry units, one in front and one behind, completely tore apart the enemy's formation.

(End of this chapter)