Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 267 Dragons Join the Battle
boom!
Mondl's vision went black, and he and his horse fell backward, instantly losing consciousness.

"Kill all of Haitar's lackeys!"

The High Court cavalry grew increasingly fierce in battle, beginning to outflank and encircle the enemy, turning the war into a meat grinder.

"Your Grace, please be careful."

Count Thaddeus took command of the cavalry, working in conjunction with Count Donald Talley of the Talley family.

Without a word, Garland, under the protection of his personal guards, searched the battlefield for important figures of the Hightar family.

Mond Hightower thought that attacking Highgarden was a good plan.

However, in the eyes of Garland and the two counts who were well-versed in military affairs, this was the best breakthrough point.

Sit back and wait for the rabbit.

Two heavily armored cavalry units, each less than two thousand men, ambushed Haitar's army on the banks of the Mead River, where the roads were muddy and escape would be difficult.

As expected, it was destroyed in one battle.

This established his authority as Duke of Highgarden.

"No no no!"

"I surrender……"

Haitar's army was in dire straits, with most of the officers barely able to protect themselves and their soldiers in even worse condition.

From the sky, one could see a massive, heavily armored cavalry force, like a steel torrent, charging through the Haitar army, whose infantry were primarily clad in chainmail.

Horse hooves trampled over the ground, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Screams and wails filled the air.

"Capture Mond Hightoar alive, knight him, and reward him with ten thousand gold dragons!"

Garland raised his arms and shouted.

In an instant, the army seemed to have been injected with stimulants.

Highgarden Tyrell, a synonym for wealth.

Without sufficient financial backing, not just anyone can train heavy cavalry.

The sun rises to its highest point in the sky.

Haitar's army was completely trapped in a desperate situation, and an atmosphere of death and despair permeated the air.

boom--

Suddenly, a golden flash streaked across the sky, dazzling like a second sun.

"Dragon Flame, Sunfire!"

The boy's excited shouts suddenly rang out.

A golden young dragon swooped down, its long neck slightly bent, its sharp snout gathering a scorching breath.

"what is that?"

A soldier stopped fighting and stared blankly at the golden dragon.

"dragon!!"

A glint appeared in the eyes of the wounded soldier he had swept to the ground.

Excited shouts echoed in every corner of the battlefield, simultaneously stirring the nerves of those around them.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan spread his wings and glided over the battlefield, spewing out a mouthful of golden dragon flame.

Below them was a troop of heavily armored cavalry charging forward.

Boom!

The dragon's flames crashed down, instantly turning the armor of both men and horses red-hot, causing the soldiers inside to scream in agony.

Even worse, the dragon's flames penetrated the helmet, instantly scorching the head.

"It's Prince Aegon!"

Lord Rockton, who was trying to break out, was overjoyed and immediately led his personal guards in a counter-attack.

With his roar, the vassals of the Hightoar family rekindled their hopes.

They all turned around and went to rescue the lord who had long been abandoned.

"Hiss!"

Yang Yan soared into the sky, flapping its large, pale pink wings and emitting a joyful hiss.

"Wuhu, well done!"

Aegon, clad in black steel armor, cheered as he rode on the dragon's back, waving his fists.

He didn't take the war seriously, only seeing himself as a savior.

The dragon charges!

With the addition of a giant dragon, the tide of battle turned instantly.

A flicker of panic crossed Garland's eyes as he pulled on the reins to control his frightened warhorse.

The worst outcome occurred.

The Hightoar family persuaded a prince.

"Your Grace, protect the Duke and get out of here!"

Count Thaddeus, clear-headed, rode over from a great distance.

Haitar's army numbered five thousand.

Even if there are five thousand pigs, they can't kill them all in a short time.

A giant dragon, dominating the skies, was able to cripple two thousand heavily armored cavalrymen of Highgarden in a short time.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

Earl Donald's eyes widened, and he made the same choice.

Without multiple lives, who would dare to go toe-to-toe with a dragon?

"Dragon Flame!!"

Egon was full of energy.

The blazing flames transformed into a bomber, attacking indiscriminately with dragon fire, igniting the battlefield into a raging inferno.

Even so, the High Court still suffered the most damage.

"damn it!"

Garland gritted his teeth, feeling utterly unwilling to accept defeat.

At this moment.

Amidst the chaos ahead, a knight was helped back to his warhorse, swaying as if he had just woken up.

"Mond Hightoar!"

Garland's eyes widened as he recognized the man as Mond.

Hearing Count Thaddeus's shouts in the distance, and looking around at the empty battlefield.

"drive!"

Garland shouted, deciding to capture the leader first.

This is the only chance to win.

the other side.

Mondl was helped onto the horse, his mind still foggy.

In a daze, he saw a snow-white warhorse galloping towards him, with a dashing knight in silver armor embroidered with gold riding on it.

The lance in the knight's hand was so sharp and conspicuous that it seemed ready to pierce his head at any moment.

"Oh no, stop him!"

Mond was horrified and grabbed the guard next to him, shoving him forward.

The count's life is his life.

Galland remained silent, leaning forward to keep his lance parallel to his body, and squeezing his legs tightly around the horse's belly to increase speed.

He had repeated this action tens of thousands of times, and he knew it by heart.

Just get a little closer, and then a little closer.

With lances charging on horseback, they could break through the defenses with unstoppable force and take Mond Hightower's life.

At this moment, the chaos of the battlefield seemed to be silenced.

Garland was completely absorbed, his eyes fixed only on Mond Hightower, whose expression had drastically changed.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

almost.

The lance's attack range is five meters; it was just a hair's breadth away from achieving victory.

"Stop him, quick!"

Mondl was terrified and grabbed the reins, wanting to turn and run away.

next second.

boom--

A golden dragon flame descended from the sky, streaking across the intersection of the two sides and bombarding the army crushed on the riverbank.

Garland's hair stood on end, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

"Hiss!"

A sharp screech was heard, and then everything was enveloped in gold, while half of my body felt the intense heat of purgatory.

In an instant, the snow-white warhorse tumbled away.

The figure on horseback was thrown from the stirrups and fell into the muddy, bloody mess.

"Hahaha, charge!"

Aegon laughed heartily.

To the High Court army, this scene was no different from the sky falling.

"Rescue the Duke!"

Count Thaddeus screamed and was the first to spur his horse forward.

After a chorus of neighing and horse neighing, the mud-covered Highgarden Rose was lifted onto the horse's back.

"Cover His Highness the Duke's retreat!"

Count Donald remained calm under pressure, forming a battle formation to block the counterattack of the Hightar army and buying time for his side.

The same scene appeared before the eyes of the Haita'er army, but the situation was completely different.

"Hahaha!"

Mond patted his unharmed body and laughed wildly with joy.

The aftershocks of the dragon's flames knocked over his personal guards, but did not harm him in the slightest.

Garland Tyrell, the Seven are on my side.

"Come on!"

Mond suddenly became courageous, leading the charge regardless of the danger.

His luck seemed inexhaustible.

Yang Yan's dragon flames always managed to evade him, while enemy arrows grazed his side and struck his personal guards. Count Hightoar, who disappeared in the first half, rampaged through the second half.

evening.

Chaos reigned on the banks of the Mead River.

The soldiers of the Hightoar family cleaned up the battlefield and collected the bodies of their comrades.

"My nephew, this victory is all thanks to you!"

Mondl had a big smile on his face.

Aegon climbed off the dragon's back, propped himself up on Yangyan's neck with one hand, and said in a pretentious manner, "My lord, this victory belongs to Yangyan."

"Hiss!"

With a hiss, Yang Yan affectionately nuzzled its charioteer.

This touched the simple-minded dragon deeply.

Aegon stood tall and proud, pushing aside the dragon head that was obscuring his body from the sunlight, displaying his perfect heroic posture to everyone.

"I will knight you."

Mondl had nothing to offer, so he drew his clan sword, "Alertness," from his waist.

Aegon's spirits lifted, and he slid forward on his knees, straightening his back.

If Eamon was knighted at age 12, he was no less so at 14.

Mondstadt's smile vanished, and with a serious expression, he placed the clan sword "Vigilance" on Aegon's shoulder.

After a swearing-in ceremony, he was officially knighted.

clap clap clap!
A burst of enthusiastic applause suddenly erupted on the battlefield.

"Long live Prince Aegon!"

"conqueror……"

It's unclear who was the first to shout it, but praise poured in, surrounding Aegon in glory.

Aegon was initially taken aback, but then a surge of pride at being recognized welled up inside him, and he stood up and raised his hands.

He will not keep this honor to himself!
"Well done, let's rest for one night and march on High Court tomorrow."

Mond couldn't hide his joy and reached out to pat his nephew on the shoulder.

If word gets out about what happened today, it will definitely become a legendary tale.

……

High Court.

This once most beautiful castle is now shrouded in a deep gloom.

Garland was seriously injured.

He was hit head-on by the dragon flames, resulting in extensive burns all over his body.

Furthermore, the shockwave caused people to fall off their warhorses' stirrups.

Both legs were broken, and the bones in his ankles pierced his skin.

According to the doctor's diagnosis, even if he survives by chance, he will have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

From an elegant Highgarden rose, she was reduced to a severely disabled woman with burns all over her body.

The lord's bedroom.

"Ho ho..."

Garland fell into a coma, his face wrapped tightly in bandages, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible, and he groaned unconsciously in pain.

"Woooooo~~"

Lady Xirui has been staying by the bedside, crying from the beginning.

Imond stood in the corner, stunned and silent.

Garland was considered his friend.

The first person in the river bend to extend a benevolent gesture to him was also his only friend.

"Now how to do?"

Earl Donald's voice was hoarse, carrying an indescribable heaviness.

What should have been a decisive battle ended up crippling the most important person, the Duke.

This is not only a disgrace, but also a complete collapse of the situation.

"Scholar, when will Lord Garan wake up?"

"The Earl of Thaddeus said cautiously."

An old scholar and two young scholars shook their heads, indicating that they would see what the gods would do.

"Should we ask the royal family for help?"

"The Earl Donald asked."

Count Thaddeus shook his head: "I've read the king's letter; he clearly doesn't want to get involved."

Moreover, the Duke's tragic state was caused by the King's eldest son.

From beginning to end, Hightower wanted to use the royal family's name as a shield.

As it turns out, they succeeded.

“We still have tens of thousands of troops, which can continue to ambush along the way of Haitar’s advance.”

Earl Donald was a master strategist and intended to use his superior military strength to delay the inevitable.

Lord Thaddeus continued to shake his head: "Prince Aegon has a dragon, and an ambush on the ground is as conspicuous as a pumpkin on a trellis."

Earl Donald's face darkened instantly, and he said angrily, "This won't do, that won't do! How are we going to explain this to our allies outside if Lord Garland is like this?!"

High Court didn't just summon those two families; it mobilized half of the river bend.

The three families combined to form a heavy cavalry force, which was faster than the infantry armies of other nobles in the Reach.

"Silence! Don't disturb the Duke's rest!"

"The Earl of Thaddeus rebuked me," he said.

Upon hearing this, Earl Donald turned away angrily.

The two were related by marriage; Count Thaddeus's younger sister married Count Donald, making them brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

Highgarden was the fiefdom of the Lords, the House of Lowan ruled the north, and the House of Tarly, on the frontier of Dorne, had the most abundant martial prowess.

The three families have many marriage alliances and are strategic allies who advance and retreat together.

Thaddeus sighed, first trying to comfort the weeping Lady Sirius, then said, "Let's go outside and talk, so as not to delay the Duke's recovery."

Lady Xirui wept, her face streaked with tears, and wiped her reddened eyes with a handkerchief as she went out.

I have to cry.

The old Lord Tyrell had only one heir, Garland.

She was a second wife and has not had any children to this day.

If something happens to Garland, Highgarden will have to be inherited by a branch of House Tyrell, and they might not be able to stop House Hightoar's army.

Her position as a former duchess is precarious.

……

The next day.

Harrenhal, in the courtyard.

Aemon sat in the cobblestone training ground, envisioning the transformation of Harrenhal.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Sir Simon came looking for us.

"What did Lord Leonor say?"

Imon smiled expectantly.

Sir Simon dared not delay and told the truth: "Leonor has agreed, and the Strong family will move as quickly as possible."

To be fair, anyone living in Harrenhal, which is rumored to be cursed, would feel apprehensive.

Coupled with the fact that Harrenhal has been in disrepair for many years, the living conditions are actually very worrying.

With the curse and Ari Rivers as an excuse, it was only natural to relinquish the heavy responsibility of guarding Harrenhal without worrying about the king holding a grudge.

A win-win situation.

"very good."

Imon generously promised to fund the Strong family's castle construction and invited, "Harrenhal needs to be rebuilt and cannot be left unsupervised. Sir Simon, do you think you are up to the task?"

"I?"

Sir Simon was surprised.

"Yes, it's you."

Imon smiled and nodded.

If anyone is most familiar with Harrenhal, it would naturally be Sir Simon, who has lived there for over sixty years.

Moreover, this kind old man also has a loyal heart.

In the original world, Damon employed a base-swapping tactic, luring Aemond to occupy Harrenhal while he and the Black Dragon Riders conquered King's Landing.

Sir Simon and his descendants were abandoned, becoming targets of Imond's wrath.

After his legs and arms were severed, his body was cut into countless pieces.

"Uh~"

Aemon was speechless. Why were the brothers Aegon and Aemonde acting like superheroes, always picking on the old man?

Sir Simon, with mixed feelings, bowed deeply with gratitude: "Thank you for your trust, Your Highness."

He was born and raised in Harrenhal.

Even if Harrenhal has a thousand flaws, it is still his home.

Being able to bring benefits to the family and stay here for the rest of my life.

I have no regrets in life.

After giving a brief explanation, Sir Simon, as if rejuvenated, strode away.

"What an adorable fat old man."

Imon shook his head and chuckled.

Then, bring up the card panel.

A white mist enveloped the area, and three cards, seemingly both real and unreal, floated in the air.

1. [Flame Purification]: "Area-of-effect item that removes all negative effects."

The card features a ring of flames against a warm red background.

2. [Incubator]: "Disposable prop".

The card is predominantly blue and features an incubator.

3. [Lucky Bag]: "Hanging on a tree brings good luck."

The card is light green, with a small sachet-like pouch on it, hanging on a tree branch.

The three magic cards are priced at 3200, 800, and 88 respectively...

(End of this chapter)