Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 269 Dragon Clan Conference Power
"Roar!!"

Giant Chestnut launched into action with a battle cry, swinging his chariot-sized meteor hammer in a wide arc.

There was a "boom".

Mondl's face twitched as several riders within a few meters of him, along with their horses, were smashed into a bloody pulp.

Before he could recover from his shock...

The clanging of iron chains echoed in my ears as the blood-soaked meteor hammer was slowly dragged back, its spikes still adorned with a few tattered pieces of cloth.

The sound was so jarring, and the red was so glaring.

Mondstadt's heart pounded, and he couldn't help but shout, "It's a giant! Run!"

The words he shouted most often since the troops were deployed.

It means "run fast" or "retreat".

It was frustrating, but I just felt really frustrated.

At a single command, hundreds of light cavalrymen skillfully followed the Earl as he fled.

"Don't...escape!"

The giant chestnut strides forward, each step covering five or six meters.

The light cavalry in the rear had no chance of escaping and became mincemeat under the meteor hammers.

Rumble!
Earl Donald led his troops in pursuit, closing in on the fleeing light cavalry from the flank.

Upon seeing the ferocious giant clad in rune armor and Garwin's squad in the distance, he immediately ordered his men to draw their bows and arrows.

"No! We're on the same side, we're on the same side..."

Garwin raised his hands to indicate that he was a friendly force.

As the saying goes, a child without a mother has a long story to tell.

Let's get straight to the point.

Garwin, on the orders of his sister Allison, returned to the Reach to look after his two nephews.

He was stopped by His Highness the Prince when he passed through Harrenhal on his way. After being rewarded with wine and a horse, he was appointed as the commander of the Giant Chestnut.

I have only one request: fuck up the old town of Haitar.

Garwin initially refused.

Fortunately, His Highness the Prince is most skilled at persuading people with reason.

He said, "Either you bring your giants to help Highgarden destroy Hightower, or I'll ride Vormisor to help Highgarden burn down Oldtown."

A choice between two options.

Garwin wiped the sweat from his brow and chose to command the giants in battle.

There's no other reason, I just've never seen a giant before, and I like them!
"Who sent you!?"

Earl Donald demanded.

"The Regent sent me."

Garwin decisively invoked His Highness the Prince's highest title.

Earl Donald remained silent.

People from the royal family...

No, there is a difference between a regent and a king.

The powerful nobles of the Seven Kingdoms all knew that Aemon Targaryen, the Prince of the Vale and Regent, held a high position and, citing the Vale's inability to be left ungoverned for even a day, spent most of his time away from King's Landing as regent.

The ravens they sent to King's Landing were accompanied by replies written by the King's Hand at the King's behest.

In the hazy distance... before Princess Renella ascended the throne...

The regent and the king are two separate entities.

The person sent by the regent = not the person sent by the king = one of their own?
After weighing the pros and cons, Earl Donald waved for his men to lay down their bows and arrows and give chase to Mond Hightoir.

boom! boom! boom!
Giant Chestnut descended like a god, wielding a giant shield in his left hand and a meteor hammer in his right, charging into the unaccelerated light cavalry as if they were nothing.

We don't know how many people were killed, but we can clearly see how many huge craters covered in meat paste were created.

"Thank goodness, the Regent still has face."

Garwin breathed a sigh of relief, secretly feeling lucky.

It seems I made the right choice.

Assisting Highgarden in attacking Oldtown could save his bloodline if he succeeded, or his cousin Mond Hightower would understand if he failed.

Assisting Old Town in attacking High Court has uncertain consequences if successful, but failure would be tantamount to a family rebellion, resulting in the deaths of everyone involved.

All I can do is apologize to my cousin.

"rush!"

Garwin drew his sword and led a dozen or so attendants in a charge against the Haitar army.

……

Mandeb River East Basin.

Along the banks of the rushing river, wildflowers and low-lying fruit trees grow in abundance, turning the river hollow into a vibrant green.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Two giant dragons clashed in the sky, roaring and splashing dragon flames.

boom--

The golden dragon was outmaneuvered, its neck snapped by the mud dragon, its scales shattering and its blood splattering as it was whipped around.

In the end, it was thrown onto the riverbank.

“Kagerou!!”

Aegon let out a wail, then burst into tears.

As Yang Yan plummeted from the sky, she turned her body from a backward-leaning position to a prone position at the last second, crashing heavily into the flower bushes, splashing up a rain of muddy and dragon blood-stained petals.

"Hiss~~"

Yang Yan let out a mournful cry, its long neck slumped limply to the ground, its pale pink wings moving on both sides, plowing furrows into the soil.

Apart from his silver hair and blackened face, Aegon was completely unharmed.

At this moment, feeling both heartache and lingering fear, she threw herself onto Yangyan's dragon kiss and wept.

The sheep thief, panting heavily, hovered slowly in mid-air.

"Aegon, you piece of trash!"

Imond remained expressionless, looking down at the scene below.

Even without a trace of expression, the joy in one's heart cannot be hidden.

He'd wanted to teach Aegon a lesson for a long time.

Today my wish has finally come true.

No longer looking at the loser duo of man and dragon below, Imond took a deep breath and gazed into the distance with a cheerful mood.

Suddenly, along the river, I came across a castle that was entirely white.

The castle is large and its shape is somewhat similar to Highgarden.

All of them are surrounded by circular walls, protecting the beautiful castle.

However, the castle has only two walls and is somewhat "Riverland style," built on the banks of the Mandeb River, with one gate connecting to the river.

Instead of Highgarden being built on a hillside, the castle was surrounded by wildflowers and roses.

"Where is that?"

Imond leaned forward, squinting as he tried to see further.

Atop the castle tower, a flag that appears to read "Three Castles" flutters.

"Dustonbury of the Baker family!"

As Imond recalled "Understanding the Heraldry of the Seven Kingdoms," a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

The Peck family was involved in the war and were allies of the old town of Hightar.

He was worried about establishing a foothold in the river bend and struggling with the difficulties of expanding his territory.

Isn't this a ready-made dream castle right before our eyes?
"Sheep thief, let's go!"

Imond set off in haste.

Even a favorable wind can't compare to the speed and convenience of a smooth journey.

Since they are the enemy, don't blame me for wielding the iron fist of justice.

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief roared in a strange voice, licked the blood off the dragon's snout with his tongue, and flapped his brown wings with protruding wing bones to accelerate.

It smelled the sweet aroma of a little lamb.

……

at the same time.

Harrenhal, Flowstone Courtyard.

"Your Highness, everything is ready."

Sir Simon, hands tucked into his sleeves, gave a simple and honest report.

The entire Strang family withdrew from Harrenhal and welcomed a thousand Unsullied to take over the castle's defenses.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Imon nodded slightly, gesturing for the fat old man to come behind him.

Sir Simon obediently stepped back and nodded to Grey Worm and Diana in the same row.

Both were elderly men who had served His Highness the Prince, and they nodded in response with kindness.

Ahead, Imon flipped his hand and took out two cards.

A red-based [Flame Purification] item worth 3200 points of magic essence.

An incubator with a sky-blue background and a value of 800 points of magic essence.

Put away the blue card, leaving behind [Flame Purification].

Today, we will eradicate all the misfortune and curses of Harrenhal.

"Go."

Imon nodded his chin toward his left.

Helena looked puzzled and stepped forward with Jaeharis and the twins.

Two giant dragons crawl in front of the Burning King Pagoda.

Between Vormisor and Vaghar, an altar was set up, upon which lay Mirasis's skull. Helena and the three little ones, each pulling at a corner of the red cloth covering the skull, simultaneously ripped it off, revealing the enormous, jet-black skull.

"what?"

The three children are registered in River Valley Town, and they have all seen the Miracis skull enshrined at the entrance of River Valley City, in the so-called "ancestral temple".

Helena isn't a local; I've never met her.

Imon nodded to Lannar on his right, took a step alone, and slammed [Flame Purification] onto the cobblestone ground.

Boo!
The red card shattered, turning into a cluster of red light that burrowed into the soil beneath their feet.

hum-

An inexplicable sensation spread throughout the mind and body of everyone present, and invisible red waves rippled outwards, covering every corner of Harrenhal.

Lannar and the Black Bug, having never experienced anything like it, focused on understanding the situation out of trust in Aemon.

It was like a warm breeze blowing in, dispelling the fatigue of the body.

Sir Simon belatedly realized what was happening, finding it quite amazing, stealing glances at his new colleague, and closing his eyes to vaguely understand what was going on.

The wind is their sense.

After closing his eyes, a fiery red sea of ​​flowers appeared in his mind, repeatedly washing over all directions.

Click! ...

Several sections of Harrenhal's towering walls, which had been intact, suddenly developed cracks and then collapsed with a deafening roar.

Tower of the Burning King, Tower of the Widows, Tower of Weeping, Tower of the Vengeful Ghosts, Tower of Terror.

The five slightly twisted towers showed varying degrees of peeling on their surfaces, and the areas where the dragon flames of "Black Death" Bellerion had burned and melted began to crumble into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, it went from a dilapidated building to a bare shell.

Changes come and go, and they happen very quickly.

When Eamon opened his eyes, the world seemed to have been transformed.

The soil beneath our feet was still dark, but it lacked the lifeless, chilly atmosphere of the past.

The five towers remain dilapidated, but the charred black stains on their exteriors have disappeared, revealing the original gray-white base color of the stone.

Upon closer inspection, one or two pieces of bone had fallen out from the crack in the tower.

I don't know if it's an animal or...

In the corner of the courtyard with flowing water, tender green grass sprouts from the perpetually dark, muddy ground.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

"I gonna go see."

Sir Simon volunteered.

A moment later, he returned to report: "Your Highness, there are cracks in many parts of the city wall, and things have collapsed from inside..."

He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"I'm listening."

Aemon looked at the tower, somewhat prepared.

“There were some bones and unidentified corpses.”

Sir Simon spoke in a low voice.

The ruthless Harren spent nearly 40 years exploiting the people of the Riverlands to build his castle.

Countless people died and countless tears were shed during that time.

Some of the laborers died and were buried in the walls with mortar, becoming one with the entire "black-hearted" castle.

This is truly against the natural order.

"Collect the remains and bury them together."

Aemon patted him on the shoulder.

His views on the Curse of Harrenhal were numerous and varied.

The castle was not obtained by good means, that's one point.

The Hall family, known as the "Black-Hearted Herren," frequently intermarried with the Andals, violating the Iron Bell's original belief in the drowning god.

This is the second.

Later, the family crest was further enhanced with a longship representing the Iron Islands, a pine tree representing Bear Island, grapes representing Green Pavilion Island, and a raven representing Raventree City.

The original intention was to use iron chains to unite these conquered lands together.

But there are beliefs in the drowning god, the ancient people, and the seven gods.

He has all three faiths of Westeros.

Whether the Seven Gods are up to the task, Aemon doesn't know.

But the ancestors must have believed it; there's some explanation for the drowning god.

During the reign of "Blackheart Heron", the Hall family was cursed by the world as a bloodline "forsaken by the gods".

As it turns out, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Heartless Herren" did not die unjustly.

Harrenhal was also a battleground where large-scale bloodshed frequently occurred.

Over time, it's normal for the feng shui to become bad.

Imon came here to change its feng shui.

With the arrival of the Prince, the Hejian region is now at peace.

With the arrival of His Highness the Prince, Harrenhal became peaceful.

With the arrival of the Prince, the people lived in peace and prosperity.

“Aemon, your letter.”

Lana walked over, swaying her slender waist.

Imon was lost in his reverie when a faint sense of melancholy washed over him, as if he had been interrupted.

"Be serious."

Lana was speechless. She put two fingers together and pinched a tiny bit of soft flesh on his waist.

Even with his rock-solid strength, Imon grimaced slightly.

It hurts a little.

Family wrapping, family wrapping...

"Cough cough..."

Without changing his expression, Imon gripped the small, warm hand that was gripping his waist tightly and began to read the letter intently.

A letter from King's Landing.

Judging from the handwriting, it is a letter written by his uncle, Viserys.

Judging from the tone of his words, he was extremely angry and exasperated.

They questioned him, asking why he hadn't been seen all night.

Tell him to hurry back and participate in the Imperial Council meeting.

At the end, he instructed that his eldest grandson, Jaeheris, be taken back with him.

"Tsk, getting impatient."

Amon grinned.

The other person really has no idea how busy he is every day.

From the moment he first revealed his intention to acquire Harrenhal, he dispatched Grey Worm to lead a thousand Unsullied across the fjords to prepare for taking up residence in Harrenhal.

Secretary Diana served as the financial advisor.

The ship from Seagull Town landed five days ago, unloaded the first batch of lime and bricks, and arrived at the Prince's Palace today.

Jenny was too clever; he arranged for her and Jessica to hitch a ride back to the valley.

To avoid seeing him "performing rituals" and having to ask him all sorts of questions.

Although I didn't get to experience the area-of-effect spa of [Flame Purification], I had plenty of topaz, so the effect wasn't a big deal.

"The king has ordered us to return."

Lannar knew that the River Bend was in chaos, and her holiday was declared bankrupt.

"Go back, do you think I'll make my uncle beg me?"

"Imon said with a smile."

That silly boy Aemond has probably already turned on Aegon.

If the Luo Wan and Tali families aren't fools, they will definitely seize the opportunity to pursue and attack the old town.

When it's time to harvest the peaches, you have to go back even if you don't say anything.

"Helena, come with me."

He gestured to cover Miracis's skull with the red cloth, and Aemon called over the dazed Helena.

"Oh."

Helena nodded vigorously.

I don't know if it's because I'm in a good mood, but everything seems pleasing to the eye.

Helena's naturally innocent oval face, with freckles on her cheeks, exudes a playful charm.

……

The next day.

Scene of the Imperial Conference.

"Quickly, think of a solution for me!"

Viserys was in a hurry; he was so anxious he almost slammed his fist on the table.

All the ministers looked at Imon in unison, but Imon remained calm and composed.

Why are you looking at me? I didn't pour you any drinks.

Have a drink when you're free.

"Imon, do you have any good ideas?"

Viserys swallowed his pride, patiently forced a smile.

You brought this on yourself, so you have to grit your teeth and bear it.

Aemon didn't put on airs and said directly, "Aegon's matter is both a Targaryen family affair and a kingdom's national affair. I request that the Dragon Council be convened."

(End of this chapter)