Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 301 Loot – The Valyrian Steel Sword “Red Rain”

"Look, it's sprouting!"

At the foot of the First Fire Peak, Helena half-squatted on the ground, poking at the withered vines that were gradually turning green.

"Have it?"

Collis had nothing to do.

"Ah."

In the span of a day and a night, the withered vines, rooted in the mud, sprouted a cluster of new shoots at their tips.

It's a vibrant green, with oval leaves that are pointed and upturned.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow slipped out quietly, lowered its head and sniffed the withered vine intensely, its dragon-like mouth secreting thick saliva.

It was hungry.

"Shut up, Gray Shadow!!"

Just as the pale gray dragon was about to ravage the seedlings, Imon shouted, stopping the disaster.

"Gah!?"

The gray shadow froze, its dragon head tilted to one side, unsure whether to close its wide-open jaws.

Imon reached out and closed it for it, pushing the smooth, delicate, light gray-white scales to the other side of the fire to pick up drool to eat.

After planting the withered vine, he had a faint dream that night.

In my dream, the first fiery peak was covered with yellow and green vines, forming a curtain that covered the dragons' lair.

The once black fire peak is now adorned with greenery, transforming it into a mountain where fire and vines coexist.

The vines were surprisingly unafraid of fire.

The young dragons crawled out of the nest and ate the burnt meat on the vines, which made them more satiated and allowed them to grow faster.

The dragon occasionally takes a bite; it is a rare vegetarian.

Smelling the unique scent emanating from the vines, they slept soundly in their nests deep within the fire peaks.

"This is a rare spiritual plant that is beneficial to dragons."

Imon pointed at the pitiful gray figure with one finger, and explained the importance of the vines.

"Wow~"

Helena and Imond were shocked.

It was truly eye-opening to hear my cousin mention three key terms simultaneously: beneficial to dragons, rare, and spiritual plant.

Imond was quick-witted: "Can it be transplanted to Dragonstone?"

"no!"

The answer is no, because rare spiritual plants are very picky about their growing environment.

There is only one mother plant, so it cannot be divided and transplanted.

Dragon Stone Island is very nice, and Dragon Mountain on the island is beautiful.

However, the first fire peak carved out by the [Flame Hammer] was clearly more magnificent and beautiful.

The temperature provided for the growth of "dragon silk root" is more suitable.

That's right.

Imon named the withered, lifeless vine "Dragon Silk Root".

The original plan was to call it "Dragon Eating Grass" or "Dragon Saliva Vine," implying that dragons can eat, making dragons drool with envy.

Gray Shadow: Hiss!

In order to protect the reputation of a certain dragon, Imon decided to choose a simple name.

Similarly, "golden retriever".

Looking up at the First Fire Peak, Corliss remarked, "With this Fire Peak, the Targaryens can raise even more dragons."

"Yes, it will." Imon smiled.

Dragonstone Island could easily support more than a dozen dragons.

Lonely Mountain and Dragon Valley are slightly inferior to Dragonstone, but they can still support ten dragons.

The First Fire Peak is so magnificent that it could probably support twenty or even thirty dragons.

One day, the Targaryen family will have fifty dragons, enough to rival the top dragon kings of Valyria.

Like the Belleris family, huh?
Besides envy, a hint of sadness flashed in Corliss's eyes.

The Targaryens are growing stronger.

In recent years, the number of hatchlings has been too many to count on one hand.

And Valerian...

Corliss sighed inwardly, a pang of pain shooting through his heart as he recalled his wife who had run away from home.

How could he not love Rhaenys?

That spring, a girl riding the fastest dragon in all of Westeros came to him.

No unnecessary nonsense.

She asked Corliss if he would be willing to marry a princess.

Corliss immediately knelt down, bent a rivet from the deck with his bare hands, and used it as an engagement ring on the young woman's ring finger.

Many years later, after Lannar and Lannino came into being.

Renilla once asked him whether he married her for her family background or for the dragon she rode.

Corliss: "The most noble thing is family background, the most alluring thing is the dragon, but the bold girl is the first one to catch my eye."

Aemon shook his head, indicating his disbelief.

Corliss chuckled.

Aemon did not mock him.

Corliss, the sea serpent capable of nine voyages, was the greatest of his time.

If a comparison must be made, only Damon, who experienced the "Battle of Godeye Lake," can be compared.

Sea Serpent was still young then, while Damon was no longer young.

No, no, no.

Surely no one really thinks that Sea Serpent Corliss, who can be ranked among the "Three Masterminds of Blood Dragon Dance," would be an ambitious schemer who plans every step of the way.

K.

But Eamon believed that since Aunt Rhaenys chose him and married him, he was no ordinary man.

A ruthless and ambitious leader is more suitable.

…Damon…

Having experienced the loss of everything, he is a tragic hero in his twilight years.

The sea serpent chose scheming, while Damon chose loyalty.

Different.

"Cough cough..."

Corliss coughed lightly, putting his hand to his mouth to attract attention, and hesitated before saying, "Renise..."

"what!"

"Shut up, you idiot!!"

Imond's shout interrupted someone's thoughts as he questioned his wife.

Imon was startled and quickly turned his head to look.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow stood at the foot of the fire peak, spreading its pair of light white, transparent wings. Its dragon head stretched its slender, supple neck toward the sky, and something crunched in its dragon mouth.

"Shut up!"

Imond was covered in mud, and he was so anxious and angry that he kept jumping up and down.

Imon was puzzled.

How could you two possibly start fighting?

"what happened?"

Aemon stopped Aemon, who was about to fight Grey Shadow, and asked Helena, who was picking up seashells nearby.

"The gray shadow ate the junk he picked up."

Helena was wearing a black dragon-riding suit with trousers, so she lifted her skirt and filled it with shellfish.

The specially made black dress was stained with salty seawater; it was clear the mother deserved a beating.

"That's not junk!"

Imond shouted angrily.

Aemon slapped his forehead, desperately grabbing one of the gray shadow's dragon wings: "Spit it out, give it to him!"

The voice was spoken in High Valyrian, demonstrating skillful use of binding spells.

"Gah!"

The Grey Shadow leader was extremely unwilling, but had no choice but to obey Aemon's orders, so he lowered his head and spat out the rubbish that had been stuffed into his mouth.

A flurry of fish, shrimp, and shellfish filled the air.

Aemon couldn't see anything valuable inside.

The gray figure raised its head, its sapphire-like vertical pupils filled with resentment.

They just like to eat fish and shrimp, and the silver-haired kid even tries to steal it.

"Don't believe it, it's just a thief."

Imond pointed out that Grey Shadow had a criminal record, and disregarding the fish and shrimp covered in dragon saliva and their foul odor, he began searching through them with his bare hands.

Swish!
A long, thin, and curved sword, entirely bright red, was drawn out.

"Huh?" Imon was taken aback; there really was something there.

"See, I wasn't wrong."

Imond held up his curved sword, his expression quite a sight.

The longsword was bent for some unknown reason and got stuck in a clam shell the size of a millstone, so it went unnoticed.

"show me."

Imon took the curved sword.

"Discover an item imbued with magic and gain +10 Magic Essence."

A notification sound rang in my ears.

It's made of Valyrian steel.

Aemon was astonished and began to examine the Valyrian steel longsword closely.

“I recognize this sword.”

Collis walked over slowly.

Aemon asked with interest: "Spoils of war?"

Since we recognize it, it must be spoils left behind by the Dorne fleet.

"The blade is slender like a one-handed sword, and its appearance is mainly that of a long sword. Most importantly, its color is bright red like blood."

Kolis, a man of wide experience, said solemnly, "The Iron Islands fleet includes the Zhuogu family, and this is the Zhuogu family's clan sword, 'Red Rain.'" The Zhuogu family of Old Wake Island is one of the noble families of the Iron Islands.

The family's ancestor, "The Cunning" Hilmar Drum, won the Valyrian steel sword from a fully armed knight with his wit and a wooden stick.

It has been hundreds of years since then.

"I'm so sorry, from now on it will be a Targaryen."

Imon played with the "Red Rain," deliberately teasing the impatient Imon.

Loot! Loot!
Whoever finds it owns it.

If it weren't for fear of Aemon's authority, Aemon would have almost grabbed it by force.

"Lucky kid, you're all yours."

Imon laughed heartily and tossed the "Red Rain" to him.

Imond's eyes lit up as he frantically caught the "Red Rain" sword, which was about to break in half.

Valyrian steel sword!
The Targaryen family possessed only four Targaryens, three of which were in the hands of Aemon and his son.

The mithril sword "Kingdom of Light" in Renilla's hands, and the fire spirit sword "Dragon Knight" treasured by Lannar.

He doesn't take them seriously.

The boy doesn't know his stuff; he only knows that Valyrian steel swords smell good.

It really smells good!
Aemon smiled as he watched Imond chuckle foolishly while holding the "Red Rain," feeling a little envious of his good luck.

"Lament" is the family sword of the Royce family.

Strictly speaking, they do not belong to the Targaryen family.

He finally managed to exploit the greed of the Kobree family in Heart City and win the Kobree family's clan sword, "Lady of Emptiness," through a trial by combat.

Imond did nothing but snatch a weapon from the dragon's mouth.

Is a character.

"Hey hey hey."

Imondby was overjoyed to have a wife and couldn't help but ask, "My Red Rain is bent. Can the blacksmith in Kohol fix it?"

Immon and Corliss exchanged a glance.

The latter smiled and said, "The blacksmiths of Kohol do indeed possess the secret art of reforging Valyrian steel swords."

In addition, there is a well-established technique for dyeing Valyrian steel.

The bright red color on the surface of "Red Rain" is a manifestation of this technology.

“Great, I’ll go to Kohol later.”

Imond couldn't wait to ride the dragon away immediately.

Imon shook his head and chuckled.

However, he took a liking to Kohol.

Among the nine free trade city-states, there are the Three Women's Kingdom, known as the "Daughters of Valyria," and Volantis, known as the "Little Valyria."

However, the only one who openly possessed the skills from the ancient Valyrian period was the little-known Kohol.

Kohol is also the only city-state where a dragon king once summoned an army in an attempt to recreate the Freehold Empire.

"Damon has been missing for so long, and there hasn't been a single word about him?"

Imon muttered to himself.

The Black Rose has many informants, but there's been no news of any fighting in Kohol.

On the contrary, trade between Ries and Kohol continued to increase, and all kinds of business were booming.

Damon, are you even capable of this?!
……

Yangji City.

The Battle of the Sinking Ships has ended, and the unconscious Coollen has been carried back to the Spear Tower by his vassals.

Apart from the busy sounds of the scholars, the entire castle was deathly silent.

Oh, right.

The sudden tsunami that struck the Stepstone Islands wiped out the entire Vanse army and the Dorne combined fleet. This battle is known as the "Battle of Divine Punishment".

It is also known as the "Battle of the Sunken Ships".

Of the nearly two hundred ships, only three escaped.

One large ship was personally overseen by Coolen, and the other two belonged to the Dan family of Lemon Grove and the mercenaries of Tyrosi.

Thankfully they ran fast, otherwise none of the three ships would have survived.

"Woooooo~~"

Alexandra, her face streaked with tears, leaned against her father's bedside, heartbroken.

There was also a chubby little boy next to him, with a blank expression and a pouting little mouth.

"Scholar, when will he wake up?"

Mrs. Martell, cradling a baby girl, gazed with concern at a young scholar.

The young scholar changed the dressing on the bed, examined the wound on the back of Koren's head, and said silently, "It won't be long."

"Will there be any long-term effects?"

Mrs. Martell sensed that something was off about the other person's expression.

The young scholar fell completely silent.

He suddenly noticed that Prince Coollen's head wound was quite serious, with signs of intracranial hematoma.

After his treatment, he will definitely wake up.

But it's uncertain whether I'll be able to move around freely like before after I wake up.

When Mrs. Martell received this result, she felt as if the sky was falling.

"A crab!?"

Her voice trembled as she clung to the sorrowful Earl Toran.

Count Toran was filled with shame: "The waves were too big at the time, and no one noticed that a crab could hurt someone."

It was dusk.

"Cough cough..."

Koolen opened his eyes groggily, and someone immediately fed him water.

He took a small sip and felt a sense of relief in his throat and lungs.

Here's a little-known fact.

He had secretly studied at the Academy and obtained a total of six links.

Their knowledge surpasses that of 99.99% of the people on Westeros.

However, he suddenly realized that he had no feeling in his lower body.

"how come?"

Koolen stared wide-eyed, unable to feel his legs no matter how hard he tried.

He lifted the blanket and reached down to pinch his crotch.

"Hiss!~~"

Koolen gasped.

If you know pain, you're still a man.

The young scholar watched from the side, his eyes filled with both relief and regret.

……

quite a while.

Coolen found out what was going on.

He was hit by a red crab from the deep sea and became paralyzed on one side!
Coollen was in unbearable pain and became cynical.

But soon, attention turned to the Stone Steps Islands.

When it was heard that the Stone Steps had transformed into the Arm of Dorne, a towering fiery peak stood majestically atop it.

Koolen was dumbfounded.

Even more seriously, the Myr and Valerian fleets are on their way from Tyrossi.

The two landing points, Broken Arm Cape and Green Blood River, have lost their water resistance.

It's unimaginable that there's a fleet coming from King's Landing, Tidehead Island, and Seagull Town on the fjord.

Dorn is finished!

"Your Highness, the cities of Divine Grace, Starfall, and Blamont still retain their strength, so we still have the resources for war."

Count Toran offered his best words of comfort.

Coolen didn't listen to a word he said.

Having lost its naval power, the Valerian fleet led by the Sea Serpent entered the Greenblood River without hindrance, then took control of the Vanse River, dividing Dorne into east and west.

If the Prince's Pass and the Bulu Road send troops at the same time.

The Ellenwood family suffered heavy losses, and their patriarch, Earl Oliver, was held hostage in King's Landing.

With only one in ten remaining, their strength was utterly insufficient to withstand the storm's massive army.

Although the Fowler family is powerful, Count Fowler is a fool and will inevitably be unable to stop the Reach army.

This is a war in which there is no hope.

It's not victory, it's hope.

In the Wars of the Conquerors, even when facing three dragons, Dorne did not seek victory, but only preservation.

But now...

Koolen glanced at his immobile legs, a shadow of malice flashing in his eyes.

Given his current physical condition, he doesn't even have the ability to abandon Yangji City and lead his vassals into the desert to resist.

The defeat in the Battle of the Sunken Ships also deeply shook his rule.

“Your Highness, the lemon grove can also gather three hundred soldiers and five hundred farmers.”

Count Dann remained a proponent of war.

"No, we can't win."

Disheartened, Coollen asked, "How is the mission to King's Landing going?"

"Prince!"

Count Dan was in a great hurry.

Count Toran replied, "Judging by the time, the delegation should be arriving soon."

Coollen nodded: "You all return to your respective castles and do not send out troops on your own."

"Prince!"

Count Dan was completely dumbfounded.

"Go down."

With a cold look in his eyes, Coollen forced back the unwilling vassals and said, "Summon Alexandra; I have something to say to her."

"..."

(End of this chapter)