Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 298 The Temptation of the Binding Spell~
The Mil Navy was the first to arrive.

When Aemon flew to Tyrosy on his dragon, the sea serpents were already mobilizing the Valerian fleet.

"Imon, when will the war begin?"

Imond ran out of Driftwood, excited about the impending battle.

He arrived first, riding a dragon and carrying a sea serpent.

Otherwise, if they rely on the sea serpents to travel by ship, they can only arrive a month later with the Seagull Town navy.

"Don't rush, let me discuss it."

Amon patted him on the shoulder, giving the young man his approval.

Inside Driftwood City.

Kolis's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the defense map of the Stone Steps Islands, calculating every move.

How to retake the Stone Steps Islands at minimal cost.

"Don't look at it."

Aemon strode in, tore down the useless defensive map, and said, "We'll only save the hostages; we'll ignore everything else."

"What are you talking about that's crazy?"

Just as Corliss was about to explode in anger, he was stunned by the other party's words and thought to himself, "Could it be that he hates Dorn too much and has lost his mind?"

The Stone Steps Islands were a vital passage for trade across the strait.

Imon affirmed: "With our combined forces of ten thousand naval men, we have more than enough to rescue the thousands of hostages held up by Vance's army."

“Tell me your plan,” Corliss decided to listen.

Aemon concealed the [Flame Hammer] and said only, "I had a dream that a dormant volcano beneath the Stone Steps Archipelago came back to life."

"Are you out of your mind?" Corliss's expression turned serious.

The Targaryens' ability to dreamwalk was no secret to the Valerian family, who had been allies for generations.

Coincidentally, Lannar mentioned that Aemon possessed the ability to dreamwalk.

Imon shrugged, beckoned Helena to pour him a glass of sweet fruit wine, and laughed, "I guarantee that not a single Vance soldier will escape."

“Okay, I trust you.” Corliss said seriously, quickly planning a rescue mission and dispatching the fleet to set sail under cover of night.

in the hall,
Helena was left like a little maid, being bossed around by her cousin.

He was pouring wine one minute and relaying messages the next.

……

the next day.

Ironbeard set sail and plundered Ismon Island, the nearest island.

The Ismond family of Greenstone Castle was outmatched and besieged inside the castle, so they sent a raven to Storm's End for help.

"Attack! Take everything in this green shit castle!"

A Greyjoy Ironhide laughed wildly, directing the Ironhides around him to recklessly climb the city walls.

He is the cousin of Jacaron Clayjoy, the "King of the Iron Islands".

They accepted money from the Vance family and conspired to take revenge on the Iron Throne.

Suddenly, a shadow swept across the dense jungle.

Greyjoy paused for a moment, then sniffed hard.

Years of maritime raiding had long since destroyed his sense of smell with the stench of the sea.

But the pungent smell of mutton in the air was very familiar to him.

Women are not allowed on board. If the voyage goes on for too long, they will keep one or two handsome goats in the cabin...

He looked up in surprise, his vision filled with a brownish-mud color.

next second.

"Dragon Flame, sheep thief!"

The boy's voice suddenly rang out, echoing across half of Greenstone Castle from his elevated position.

boom--

The brown dragon flames, resembling splatters of mud, crashed down, striking the disorganized Ironborn with pinpoint accuracy.

The iron-type creatures were charging haphazardly when dragon flames crashed down upon them.

"what!!"

"Fire! Fire!"

The brown dragon flame has excellent adhesion; if a clump gets on your body, it will immediately burn through your armor and scorch your skin.

The cries of the iron soldiers echoed across the land, and some even fell from the city walls engulfed in flames.

"dragon!!"

Clayjoy was terrified and yelled, "Retreat! Find cover and retreat!"

"Hiss!"

The sheep thief looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall, thin man covered in salt hiding behind a rock, swooping down and extending his sharp claws.

"No no no!"

Greyjoy screamed in agony, then leaped into the air in the next instant.

Click!

The sheep thief tossed aside his prey, opened his dragon-like mouth, and took a crisp, juicy bite.

"Hahaha……"

Imond was engrossed in it, plundering the land with dragonfire again and again, chasing the Ironborn like pigs.

……

Bloodstone Island.

Count Vance received news of the attack on Ironborn and the siege of Grey Gallows Island.

"Damn it, how did they get here so fast!"

Count Vance was both shocked and furious, not wanting to face the dragon so soon.

Even though he outwardly looked down on conquerors and dragons, he was secretly terrified.

"Sir, what should we do?"

A knight from Vance City inquired.

Snapped!
Earl Vance slapped him across the face and roared, "Call me Your Majesty!"

Everyone was silent.

After a while, a series of orders were issued.

Instead of defending Bloodstone Island, they dressed the hostages in Dorne's yellow clothes and pushed them outside to serve as artillery fire.

However, the method was too clumsy.

The rocky beach on the back of Bloodstone Island.

One by one, the small boats of Mil moored, and the sailors jumped into the sea to go ashore and crawled into the pre-dug cave tunnels along the planned route.

boom! boom! boom!
Three giant dragons circled in the sky above the island.

“Hiss—”

Vormisor's roar was like thunder, and his wide brown dragon wings blotted out the sun and clouds, spewing out torrents of dragonfire that burned the Dornish warships that had no time to hide.

"Hiss!"

"..."

Silver wings and gray shadows swirled and intertwined, suppressing the island with firepower and destroying arrow towers and fortresses one after another.

One silver-gray and one light gray-white intertwine, resembling two dyed clouds.

"Run away!"

The Dorn soldiers guarding the hostages, seeing the raging dragon flames, disobeyed orders and retreated back into their caves.

They were met by the Mir sailors who had been lying in ambush.

"Kill them all!"

Captain Cohen Cobree of the Runeguard led the charge, relying on the indestructibility of his rune armor to kick aside one man and rush into the crowd. The Myr sailors were agile, wielding daggers and scimitars in combat.

After a short while, there was no more movement in the cave.

With no guards, the thousands of hostages, led by the Mil sailors, orderly evacuated to the rocky beach and escaped by boat.

They were all slaves from Slave Bay.

After Astapor and Meereen were liberated, three thousand strong men followed Aemon from Slaver's Bay and settled on the Stepstone Islands to cultivate the land.

Over the years, through marriage, childbirth, and the recruitment of merchants, the number of people has grown to over four thousand.

These people were extremely loyal and were Aemon's most valued asset.

The dragon swarm's bombardment continued into the night.

When the night is deep and quiet.

Count Vance thought the dragon was tired, so he withdrew it for reorganization.

The other end.

Gray girder island.

Under the combined attack of the sea serpents and Helena, the Valerian sailors stormed the island and slaughtered the Dornish soldiers and Tyrothy mercenaries hiding in the caves.

“Nail their bodies to the beach and let the tides and crabs eat them.”

Corliss had a grim expression, and his silver-gray armor was stained with blood.

The wailing still echoed across the island.

Hundreds of Dornish soldiers were captured and nailed alive to the beach, where they were repeatedly submerged by the rising and falling waves, experiencing suffocating despair.

The Tyros mercenaries fared even worse.

Their predecessors were pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom, a group most hated by the Valerian family.

All captured mercenaries had their hands and feet cut off.

They dragged him to the beach until he bled to death.

The screams were so piercing and beautiful.

"Heh, a bunch of damned scum." Corliss listened to the screams, a smile appearing on his cold face.

"..."

Helena hid under the dragon's wings of Dreamfire, her gradually becoming more shapely body trembling slightly.

She often visits the Stone Steps Islands.

But now the island is covered with ashes and broken corpses.

The beach was stained red with blood, and the seawater was also stained a pale red.

The crabs feasted, gnawing on the flesh of the Dornish soldiers.

The screams of the Tyros mercenaries sounded more like the screams of vengeful ghosts.

At first glance, it looks more like a series of sticks colliding.

Upon seeing this, Corliss said in a deep voice, "The nature of war is cruel; we are simply avoiding that suffering from ourselves."

After saying that, regardless of whether Helena understood or not, he began to plunder the island's supplies.

Gold and silver treasures, provisions and supplies, ships and fresh water...

Take everything that's useful.

He had made a prior agreement with Immon.

Before dawn, regardless of the reason, the fleet must withdraw.

He led his army to capture Grey Gallows Island, primarily for revenge.

"Let's go!"

Having avenged his great grudge, Corliss quickly led his army in retreat.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

News of the battle on the Stone Steps Islands spread, shaking both King's Landing and Sunspear City.

The King's Landing.

Viserys convened a royal council.

"Your Majesty, Prince Imon has rescued all the hostages, along with a large amount of supplies."

Prime Minister Leonor reported in detail: "Currently, the Mil and Valerian fleets have switched from offense to defense, effectively trapping the Vance forces on Bloodstone Island."

Viserys was inwardly pleased, but he didn't show it on his face. He took out the letter left by Aemon from his pocket: "Take a look at this proposal."

"Form a Dragon Knight Legion?"

Grand Secretary Orville read the contents aloud.

Viserys nodded and said, "My cousin Rhaenys has agreed to serve as Honorary Master, and Aemon as Vice Master. The preliminary list of members includes Ser Lannino, Aegon, Aemon, and Helena."

“Helena?” Renilla asked in surprise.

Viserys remained expressionless, ignoring his daughter's questions, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me your opinions."

"This……"

The ministers looked at each other, most of them frowning.

The Dragon Council has granted them voting rights and has already wielded considerable power.

Just like this time.

With the combined power of the Regent, the Lord of the Stone Steps Islands, and the Dragon Council, Imon almost bypassed the Imperial Council to launch a counterattack.

It makes them seem like they're just freeloaders.

Leonor hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously, "Your Majesty, you are the patriarch of the Targaryens and have the power of veto in the Dragon Council."

"Alright, Lord Leonor."

Viserys waved his hand to interrupt, not wanting to hear the rest of the nonsense.

After reading the letter, he was still wavering in his heart.

I want to, but I don't dare.

Therefore, he only wanted to hear affirmative answers from his ministers.

"I don't agree."

The first person to object appeared.

Viserys turned his head and saw Otto sitting at the far right.

After nearly a month of recuperation, Otto was out of danger.

Although he was still bandaged and his hands and feet were in casts, he was at least able to attend the Imperial Council meeting.

"Reason?" Viserys clenched his fists, looking extremely conflicted.

Otto propped one leg up on the chair, his body stiff as he leaned back. Only his mouth was still somewhat nimble: "Prince Imon's power has become too great. Too much of a good thing is bad, and it has instead created discord among people."

One word from him struck a chord with Viserys.

Leonor sighed. "That's what I meant too."

"Really?" Viserys asked in surprise. Why didn't you say so earlier?

Leonor said helplessly, "Throughout history, Westeros has never had a legion of dragon knights. I'm afraid the nobles will be terrified."

Viserys, worried about and dissatisfied with the nobles, decided to reveal a key point:
"That kid said that once the Dragon Knight Legion is established, he will train Aegon and the others to become true Dragon Knights."

Imon has quite a few good things.

Even if he loses a little, it's enough for him to enjoy himself.

His good grandson Jaeheris secretly tipped him off last night that Aemon possessed the binding spells of the ancient dragon kings.

Really want.

Renilla glanced at her father, noticing his inner turmoil and weighing of options, and silently stroked her lower abdomen.

The father valued family ties too much and spoiled each of his children.

I will definitely agree.

(End of this chapter)