Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 300 Miracle! The First Fire Peak!

In an instant, Bloodstone Island split in two, like a crushed biscuit folded up, with seawater pouring in from all directions.

"Roar!"

Vomisol roared past, its enormous brown wings briefly obscuring the sun.

However, no shadow loomed over it.

Rumbling--

The cliff where the Fiery Hammer landed erupted with a terrifying burst of flames, like an underground volcano erupting.

Flames shot into the sky, followed by billowing smoke.

"No! Help!"

Several Dornish soldiers felt a sudden tremor beneath their feet, and the rocks shattered, creating deep, bottomless cracks in the ground, from which they fell without warning.

boom! boom! boom!
The next instant, crimson magma erupted, boiling inside the cave tunnels filled with Dornish soldiers.

"Do not……"

Many people stopped abruptly before they could even utter a shout.

The mountains shook and the sea surged.

"what happened!?"

Standing on the deck of the large ship, Jacaron Greyjoy, the "Iron Islands King," removed his blindfold and witnessed a large island capsize, looking as shocked as a novice on his first voyage.

"Your Majesty, run away!"

The iron-clad soldiers below were terrified and took off their armor, jumping into the sea.

Gululu...

At some unknown time, lava spread to the seabed, boiling the azure seawater.

The iron filings that had just fallen into the water were immediately scalded like dumplings being boiled.

Jacqueline was stunned.

It's neither Bloodstone Island nor Lava Island.

He stiffly turned his head, staring blankly at the boundless sea.

The drifting white clouds cleared, and the sun's rays were dazzling.

The seawater was dark and gloomy, as if endless waves were surging, forming the rolling tide unique to the pre-storm period.

There's no escaping it.

Jacques muttered to himself, took off his tattered eye mask, and licked the salt that had formed on his leather sleeve.

Even if Iron Seed dies, he'll still have a mouthful of salt in his mouth.

boom--! !

Bloodstone Island shattered completely, and all the mountains, shrubs, and buildings on the island were reduced to ashes and then swallowed by the sea.

In the unknown depths of the ocean, continental plates rise slightly.

Outside, a wave hundreds of meters high swept in.

Jacqueline closed her eyes.

Accompanied by the iron-headed creature's shrill screams, the golden sea monster banner vanished, replaced by even more turbulent waves.

And this scene was just the beginning.

……

“Hiss—”

Vormisor soared low in the sky, spewing dragonfire to attack ships that were turning around.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Silverwing, Gray Shadow, Sheep Thief, and Dreamfire, four giant dragons, paired off and circled the center of the raging waves, excitedly spewing out dragon flames of various colors.

Imon was slightly out of breath, but his eyes were full of joy.

Bloodstone Island has been shattered, replaced by a massive, cracked volcano.

The mountain peak rose slowly, and the earth's veins emerging from the water stirred up monstrous waves.

Not to mention the Dornish hiding on Bloodstone Isle.

Even the hundreds of ships that arrived near the island were all caught in the fierce storm.

A large wave crashed in, and the boat capsized.

Crack!

Suddenly, a thunderclap struck in broad daylight.

Imon felt a slight coolness on the back of his hand. When he looked up, he saw that a sunny rain had started to fall.

The patter...

The rain grew heavier, gradually creating a mist.

The once restless sea suddenly became calm, giving it an eerie and unsettling feel.

Amon shuddered and quickly said, "Let's go!"

Vomisol flapped its wings and quickly moved away from the location where the mountain peak rose.

Without being given a command, the other four dragons flew away in fright.

The earth trembled, and the sea surged.

Under the immense power of nature, all life must flee.

boom--

A shattered island collided with a mountain peak, and the tectonic plates were compressed and instantly bonded together, becoming a single entity.

The same scene occurred throughout the entire Stone Steps Archipelago.

Countless islands, large and small, collided with each other to form new landmasses.

……

Broken arm angle.

Koolen stared wide-eyed as he watched the massive fleet he had hired at great expense be swallowed by the waves.

"Your Highness..."

Count Toran's legs went weak, and he trembled, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The Dornish soldiers below were in even worse shape, most of them already collapsed to the ground.

Not because of fear, but because...

Wow!
The seawater surged violently, and the large warships equipped with scorpion crossbows bobbed and lurched, at risk of capsizing at any moment.

Without the adults giving any orders, the first mate seized the rudder and turned the ship around.

We must escape! Otherwise, we'll die!

Rumbling--

A fiery peak rose from the ground, its summit spewing forth scorching lava, and a pungent fog shrouded the sky.

"How could this be?"

Koollen seemed to have lost his soul, muttering unconsciously.

He anticipated wind and rain at sea, having weathered dangerous storms in his youth.

This scene was far beyond his comprehension.

Could it be that the hidden dangers left by the "Hammer of the Sea" used by the Children of the Forest have finally erupted today?
But why today of all days?

Wow!

A large wave crashed in, the icy seawater slapping against his face.

Koollen felt a sharp pain and regained his senses.

Now is not the time to think about these things; the most important thing is to escape.

However, the next moment he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

Koollen's eyes were bloodshot.

A fragment of an island was seen drifting towards him with the current.

"Turn the rudder! Quickly!"

Koollen lost his composure and almost lost his voice from shouting.

The large ship turned on the spot and was pushed south by the waves to the summer sea, sailing along the edge of the Dorne desert.

When Coollen turned back, the island debris crashed into the protrusion at the broken arm's apex.

Beneath the waves, a colossal beast seemed to be hiding, separating the seawater from both sides and slowly rising to the surface.

Koolen dared not look any longer and fled at full speed from the turbulent sea.

boom!
Unfortunately, the seawater swept up a red-shelled crab, which hit him squarely on the head.

Koollen's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Click click click…

The red-shelled crab was huge, blowing bubbles as it walked sideways with its pincers clamped between its legs.

……

The King's Landing.

The king's palace.

Viserys sat alone, swirling a half-empty glass of wine in his hand.

He was still weighing the pros and cons of forming a dragon knight legion.

I had heard of the great name of the Binding Spell from my grandfather, Jaeheris I.

He said that a small group of dragon kings in ancient Valyria controlled dragons using "binding spells" and "dragon horns".

In the hands of his nephew Imon, there seemed to be a replica horn that had come from the Setiga family.

"A young man who keeps his true abilities hidden."

Viserys shook his head and smiled wryly.

I thought my nephew had hidden his knowledge well enough, but I never expected him to have such a inherited knowledge as the Binding Spell.

Given the chance to obtain a binding spell, would any true dragon bloodline give it up?

Viserys took a sip of his drink, placed the goblet on the small table, and was about to speak: "Sir Harold..."

Just then, the small table shook slightly.

Viserys was taken aback by what he saw.

The small table wobbled only slightly, with barely perceptible vibrations.

If you don't pay attention, you won't notice it at all.

Snapped!
The wine glass, placed on the edge of the table, inevitably fell and shattered.

Viserys's expression changed, and he blurted out, "Earthquake."

……

Time flies and three days have passed.

Aemon, with his entourage, landed on the stone steps... on the new Arm of Dorne.

"Seven levels of hell!"

Imond flipped off the dragon's back, his feet landing on the hard loess plateau, and stared blankly up at a towering peak.

They are at the heart of Dorne's Arm.

A towering, solitary peak stands tall, its steep surface covered with algae and shells soaked in seawater, and its summit is a smoking crater.

"Hiss!"

The giant dragon, with its silver wings flapping, soared around the fiery peak, seemingly very excited.

The gray shadow slipped to the foot of the fire peak, lowered its head, picked up a huge clam shell, crunched it open, and swallowed the clam meat inside.

Corliss's expression froze, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Gods!"

What has he been through these past few days?

An unprecedented tsunami, comparable to an apocalyptic catastrophe.

The islands of the Stone Steps Archipelago have been reunited, restoring the Arm of Dorne from before the Age of Heroes.

"Your Highness, Your Excellency, we have found the landing point."

A Valerian sailor came running hurriedly.

Corliss covered his face with his sleeve, adjusted his facial expression, and then resumed his authoritative questioning.

Dorne's Arm has been restored.

But it wasn't as perfectly intact as he had imagined.

Unlike the once straight Dorne Arms, the current Dorne Arms have a slight curve.

It stretches from the disputed lands of Essos in the east to the broken-armed corner of Dorne in the west.

However, it is not fully connected.

Imon bent down, picked up a blue seashell that looked hundreds of years old, wiped it, and put it in his pocket.

I'll take it back as a gift for Beckham.

He ignored the sea serpent and the sailor's exchange.

He had already taken the dragon to survey the area after the fire peak was formed.

Fifteen kilometers west of the Fire Peak, the Arm of Dorne comes to an abrupt end, with a vast blue strait in front of it.

After about two hundred meters of width, the broken arm angle re-converged and became even longer.

The two "broken arms" are separated by a stretch of seawater, forming a strait that resembles a long river.

Imon was very pleased with this.

He anticipated that the new Arm of Dorne would have a missing piece, serving as the sea route between the Fjord and the Summer Sea.

The result was surprisingly good.

The new strait is very narrow, but wide enough for large ships to pass through unimpeded.

A bridge built between the two sides would connect Westeros and Essos.

His troops, left behind in the disputed lands, could cross the bridge and enter the Dornish desert, heading straight for Sunspear, the capital of Dorne.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol suddenly growled and flew restlessly into the air.

Imon looked up.

Silverwing landed halfway up Fire Peak and disappeared into a smoking cave.

"Gah!"

A gray shadow landed on the ground, its massive body, over twenty meters tall, looming over Imon, standing behind him and peering out.

It felt more comfortable here than in its birthplace or its nest.

The air is warm, making breathing easier.

It made the dragon want to breathe fire.

“Aemon, this place is truly a gift from heaven to the Targaryens. How about we call it the Fourteen Fire Peaks?”

Imond ran wildly, shamelessly naming the fire peak.

He likes it here.

It is not only a strategic location, but also a volcanic landscape on which the family depends for survival.

Absolutely gorgeous!
"In your dreams."

Imon chuckled, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight, and looked at the precipitous fire peak and the bronze dragon. He said softly, "The Fourteen Fire Peaks are a thing of the past. This one will be called the First Fire Peak."

"..."

Imond stumbled, thinking to himself, what difference does it make?

the other side.

Helena, holding onto Dreamfire's dragon wings, stared blankly and said, "So, so beautiful."

The little girl was still in a daze.

Imon ignored why Silverwing was going into the smoking cave, and tiptoed to the foot of the mountain, taking out a withered vine from his pocket.

"Squeak!"

The golden-nosed rat poked its head out, its pink little paws pointing intently at the tall fire beacon.

"understood."

Amon understood something and chose a shady spot to plant a section of withered vine in the silt that smelled of the sea.

The vines that this bronze bird spews belong to this place.

(End of this chapter)