Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 304 Infiltrating Yangji City

"The dragon egg is broken."

Aemon stood still, while Vormisor and Silverwing each lay on one side, the four heads watching the dragon egg hatch in the middle.

The reason it has four heads is because...

Helena knelt before Silverwing, staring intently with wide eyes.

With a series of cracking sounds, a small yellow dragon head emerged from its shell and took a deep breath.

"Gah!!!"

As soon as the yellow baby dragon hatched, it let out a tender roar and spewed out a mouthful of bright yellow dragon flame.

It can breathe fire as soon as it hatches.

Immon was taken aback and exclaimed, "This little guy is amazing!"

When little Bellerion "Blackfire" hatched, it wasn't said that he immediately started breathing fire.

The yellow baby dragon, full of energy, broke free from the eggshell, its scales wet as it crawled around.

When the wind blows, the scales become hard and shiny, and if you walk unsteadily, you will fall to the ground with a crisp thud.

He looks like he's in great shape and can take a lot of damage.

"Roar!!"

Vomitor lowered its dragon head, its bronze-colored vertical pupils curiously examining the yellow baby dragon, its nostrils twitching as it sniffed the scent.

The young yellow dragon was not afraid and roared at the larger old dragon.

"Quite bold," Imon couldn't help but chuckle.

Silverwing lowered its massive body, its wings draping over the yellow dragon, protecting it beneath its pale silver wing membrane.

This isn't her first time being the Mother of Dragons; she's very experienced.

“Syracus and Yangyan didn’t receive this treatment when they were kids.”

Imon marveled.

Syracuse hatched from Rennyra's cradle, while Kagerou was hatched from Ryuzan.

Based on the habits of dragons, there is no precedent for a true dragon mother raising her young.

I really learned a lot today.

"Vomisol and Silverwing are different dragons."

Helena was nearly hit by a yellow baby dragon rolling around on Dragonwing Bala's back, but she remained calm, with a hint of joy in her eyes.

She really enjoys studying these things.

As Eamon was thinking of a name for the yellow dragon hatchling, she heard her say, "Let Dreamfire and Vormisor stay together more often; Dreamfire might produce more and better dragon eggs."

"Squeak!!!"

Before the owner could object, a mouse, who wished to remain anonymous, started squealing.

I support free love, but I oppose matchmaking.

Boom!
"Forget it." Imon flicked him on the head, and the pocket fell silent.

Having spent many years with dragons, he no longer sees them as a uniform race.

Dragons are special.

Just like different people, they have different personalities and habits.

Vomisol and Silverwing were a couple and had many offspring.

Meng Huo is an elegant lady, more suited to raising children independently.

“Oh.” Helena’s eyes dimmed.

Imon smiled, pulled her up from the ground, and went down the mountain without disturbing the family of three.

The other two dragon eggs will not be taken for the time being, since no one dares to climb the mountain to steal them anyway.

Silverwing has been laying eggs for the past few days, which is an unexpected bonus.

According to Emon's observations, whether or not dragons lay eggs is related to their habits, age, and environment.

Habits are the personality and habits of a dragon.

Meng Huo is gentle in nature and has been imprisoned in the dragon's lair for many years, leading a relatively stable life.

It loves to lay eggs.

Melias, on the other hand, is lazy by nature, but cunning and fierce in battle, like a female warrior who refuses to have a weak period of laying eggs.

In terms of age, the frequency of egg laying by Dreamfire and Silverwing is decreasing year by year.

In recent years, Syracuse has become a rising star in egg production.

Dreamfire stopped laying eggs, and Silverwing had only one nest.

Environmental issues are rather mysterious.

When dragons were few in number and had favorable living conditions, they were more likely to lay eggs.

For example, Vaghar.

After Miracis's fall, Dreamfire was conceived at an extremely rapid pace, and even the following year, a nest of dragon eggs simultaneously hatched Vormisor and Silverwing.

When there are many dragons and the living conditions are crowded, the dragons will lie down.

It looks a bit like a human.

……

The next day.

When Emon arrived outside Sunspear City on his dragon, only Vomisol and Dreamfire were present when he landed.

Silverwing is tending to the young dragon, while Gray Shadow is building a nest, preparing to become the first wild dragon to migrate to the First Fire Peak.

"His Majesty!!"

Rob, accompanied by Cohen and Black Beetle, the acting commander of the Unsullied, entered the military tent.

Corliss sat inside the tent and nodded to Imon.

“Hmm.” Aemon nodded in response, then turned to see Aemon, who was bowing his head in silence.

"Keep your head up!"

The voice was stern, and Imond's hands, which were hanging at his sides, trembled. He slowly raised his head in fear.

Aemon walked up to him, placed his hands on Aemon's thin shoulders, and carefully looked him up and down.

"I..." Imond felt flustered under their gaze and instinctively tried to defend himself.

"Isn't this fine? I wasn't injured at all."

Aemon interrupted, patting Aemon on the shoulder encouragingly.

The size difference between the two was too great; Imond was almost knocked down, but he wasn't angry and just stared at his opponent in astonishment.

"It's not a big mistake to be impulsive on your first time on the battlefield, just remember to correct it next time."

Amon's lips curled up in a smile. "Burning down the lemon grove, at least you captured the old and young of the Dane family. Consider it redemption."

"Thank you... I'm sorry." Imond tried to apologize, but was glared at by Imond.

He actually wanted to burn down the entire Dane family estate in Lemon Grove.

He was afraid of getting beaten up at the crucial moment, so he restrained himself.

As expected, he escaped a severe beating.

"My little brother has finally made some progress."

Aemon put his arm around Aemon's shoulder, smiled, and twirled around praising him.

Imond blushed, too embarrassed to say anything.

Corliss glanced at it, and his previously serious expression softened considerably.

In his view, it was not Imond who made progress, but Imond who encouraged his brother.

"Sit down. You are allowed to listen in."

Aemon released Aemon and sat down casually at the sand table.

“Okay.” Imond sat down obediently and pulled out a chair for Helena: “Sister.”

Aemon smiled slightly.

Aegon and Aymond are two completely different personalities.

Aegon is lazy, a lazy donkey.

They had to be beaten, and their bodies were constantly held in front of them, subjected to constant scolding.

Imond was eager to prove himself, but he was also narrow-minded.

To put it bluntly, pride can make people prone to getting stuck on trivial matters.

In this case, we need to be more tolerant and praising, point out the right path, and encourage him to forge ahead without hesitation.

Once you start scolding someone, it will cause mental exhaustion, and they may even become timid and hold others back.

“Coollen is under house arrest, and Earl Dan is in charge of the city's defenses. I have already sealed off the Green Blood River, and Sunspear City can be breached at any time.”

Corliss's proud statement.

The sudden War of Dorne ended quickly.

Without using a single soldier from the River Bend or Stormlands, the outcome was a thousand times smoother than expected.

Valerian's conquest of the Greenblood River and his control of the Dorne River basin will surely ensure that his name is remembered by posterity.

Aemon had contacted King's Landing and said solemnly, "The royal marriage alliance with Martell remains unchanged. Conquering by force is not as good as surrendering to Coolon. We must keep him alive."

Dorne was not entirely a treacherous and despicable menace.

It is impossible to kill all the living people in Dorne in order to conquer it.

The legal basis for the marriage alliance and Coollen's voluntary submission is therefore of paramount importance.

“The Earl of Darn’s family is in our hands. One of his daughters is in King’s Landing. We can first send a letter to persuade him to surrender, and then use force to coerce him.”

Robert thought for a moment and then said solemnly.

Aemon and Corliss exchanged a glance and both nodded: "Feasible." Then, Aemon added: "Send the Earl of Donald's army to set out, with Aegon riding a dragon to assist, to capture the City of Kings and the City of Sky, and control the entrance and exit of the Prince's Pass."

"Notify Duke Boros of Storm's End to send men to aid Black Harbor and advance into the heart of Dorne along the Bone Road."

“No problem.” Corliss perked up and pulled out a pen and paper from his pocket.

The Ellenwood family suffered heavy losses, and Ellenwood City was left with only the old and weak, and its defenses were ineffective.

With the combined might of the Stormlands army, it would be difficult for the Dornish nobles along the way to effectively block them, control the Bone Road, and rendezvous with them.

Imon sat there calmly, not caring that others deserved more credit.

The army from the River Bend must come, because Prince's Pass is the main road.

Whether the Stormlands army comes or not is up to them, but for such a magnificent feat as conquering Dorne, it is absolutely necessary to call them out.

The relationships among nobles were not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions.

"Your Highness, who will ride the dragon to provide suppressive fire?"

Robert cautiously inquired whether the prince was commanding the army.

Imon waved his hand and said, "Imond and Helena, work together."

He has something even more important to do.

……

Yangji City.

When Count Dan learned that the lemon grove had been burned down and his family had been captured, he was furious.

Standing in the attic of the Spear Tower, one can clearly see the river of green blood strewn with corpses, and the lemon grove still burning fiercely.

Anger and fear filled his heart.

Count Dan panicked and secretly dug out the secret passages between Sunspear City and Shadow City, intending to escape with a small number of troops.

If we can escape, we'll kidnap Coolen and his daughter, and raise our voices in protest.

There is certain that the Dornish nobles would be willing to join them in resisting the invasion of the Iron Throne army.

"That's a fool. He can't escape. His time is up."

Coleen lay calmly on the bed, giving a warning to his daughter and son.

Since being stripped of power, his family has been confined to the former prince's palace, but fortunately they have not been mistreated.

"I wish he were alive. I want to throw him into the snake pit with my own hands."

Despite her young age, Alexandra's large eyes were filled with shame and the spark of revenge.

The fool the father and daughter were referring to was, of course, Count Dann.

Coleon grinned and rubbed his daughter's head: "Like me."

I turned my head and looked at my 4-year-old son again.

"Hey hey hey."

Quinn Martell has thick eyebrows and small eyes, but he is also quite stocky, and his smile is a bit silly.

Coollen's face darkened. As expected, his son was only good for using; for big things, he needed his daughter.

"Father, let's run away."

Alexandra's small face was resolute as she held Coollen's hand: "We have soldiers secretly protecting us. We can escape through secret passages, gather our vassals, and hide in the desert. Even the Targaryen dragons can't do anything to us."

"If I run away, who will support your marriage? If you run away, who will marry the Targaryen prince?"

Coolen wasn't afraid; instead, he asked his daughter.

Alexandra's face turned pale, and she pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Like most Dornish, she hated and even despised the Iron Throne.

They believed that even Aegon the Conqueror failed to subdue the Dornish, instead losing a queen and a dragon.

They are no less capable than their predecessors.

Furthermore, she had privately inquired with her friends and guards about His Majesty on the Iron Throne and his children.

The answer I received was...

Princess Renilla, who inherited the throne, was renowned and beloved by the nobles of the seven kingdoms.

The other princes and princesses were either infamous or unknown.

The prince she married was not the infamous eldest prince Aegon, but the obscure second prince.

She wanted to marry a capable husband, even if he was a bad person.

Because she was confident she could keep her husband in check.

But she didn't want to marry a good-for-nothing man; that would bring her shame.

"My dear daughter, it's not your place to choose who you want now."

After a moment of silence, Coolen chose to speak the truth, which was hurtful.

"Mmm." Alexandra seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

Coollen gazed at his daughter and said earnestly, "Don't be discouraged. When you marry the Targaryen prince and conceive a child with true dragon blood, a dragon will be added to the Martell family sigil."

The reason he went to such lengths to arrange this marriage was precisely for this.

If he truly wanted to surrender to the Iron Throne, he wouldn't have instilled hatred towards the Iron Throne in his daughter from a young age.

"Ah."

"You will marry a prince of equal status and fulfill your dream of flying on dragons."

"Ah."

"If you get married, Dorne will enjoy decades of peace."

"Ah."

Alexandra hung her head, only responding to each word her father spoke.

Coollen smiled helplessly, "Six of the seven kingdoms have already submitted. It's already quite remarkable that Dorne has managed to hold on until now, striving for the title of prince and the kingdom."

“Then we should persevere,” Alexandra said quietly.

"The Rhoynar rebelled against the ancient Valyrian Dragon King, and were burned to death by three hundred dragons. Only women, children and the elderly were left to leave their homes and, under Nymeria's leadership, sailed across the sea in thousands of ships."

Coollen's expression turned serious as he said, "The Dornish are not the Rhoynar, and I do not want my race to be wiped out."

"The king of the Iron Throne is not a tyrant or a mediocre ruler; appropriate submission is not humiliating."

"When Nymeria arrived in Dorne, didn't she also marry Morse Martell in exchange for the land where her people could live?"

“That’s different!” Alexandra exclaimed excitedly. Nymeria was the idol of most of Dorne’s daughters.

"What's the difference."

Coollen countered, "Morse married Nymeria, and the Dornish intermarried with the Rhoynar, thus improving the Dornish's originally short and weak bloodline."

"Those old Dornish kings who looked down on Morse and Nymeria were all defeated by them, which is why House Martell has so many powerful vassals today."

For example, the Ellenwood, Fowler, and Manwood families, etc.

Alexandra was speechless and lowered her head in frustration: "But you've been sidelined, and the second prince of the Targaryens may not be willing to honor the marriage agreement."

"It's alright." Coolen patted his daughter's head with relief.

He loves this about his daughter; she's as strong-willed as a boy.

Even at this point, they didn't say they were afraid of being bullied or having no status after marrying into the family; instead, they lamented that the engagement was unilaterally broken off.

Then I turned my head and looked at my son.

"Father, you're right."

Quill held up a small wooden sword, chuckling foolishly in agreement.

Coollen sighed inwardly and told his daughter, "Don't be afraid. Earl Dane replied to me that Viserys I is still willing to form a marriage alliance."

The tone shifted, and he said solemnly, "And don't be afraid. There are still many Dornish nobles who have not submitted. The Iron Throne won't dare to do anything to us and will treat us well."

While wiping out House Martell would certainly bring revenge, it would also push Dorne to the opposite side of the Iron Throne.

No one but the cruel Megar would do that.

The period of the Conquerors' Wars.

Aegon the Conqueror only wiped out the hated House Hoare and the Gardeners, whose bloodline was spread throughout the Reach.

The Durandon family is excluded.

Oris Baratheon married the only daughter of "The Last Storm" Algira Durandon, inheriting everything from the Durandon family.

This is called integration, not annihilation.

"Now that you mention it, I'm starting to look forward to it."

Alexandra giggles.

What are we looking forward to? We're looking forward to the fall of Yangji City.

Koolen's eyes were vacant as he muttered, "The Dragon Slayer is coming on his dragon. Sunspear City can't hold him off. Earl Dann will die, and we'll be 'rescued'."

The nobles of Dorne will then seize the opportunity to rebel.

……

"Bullshit! After the city falls, will I save him or capture him?"

Under the cover of night, the Immaculate launched a massive attack, with Dreamfire swirling and bombarding the sky.

Holding the sniffing golden-nosed rat in his hand, Aemon sneaked into Sunspear City amidst the chaos, warning Rob and the others beside him:
“Take Coolon and his family away. Tomorrow, drag Coolon in a wheelchair to launch a counterattack on Sunspear City.”

“I’ll show Dorn what it means to be called the Prince of Dorn.”

"Yes!"

Robert, Cohen, Imond, and Wemond stood on the wall of the secret passage, nodding in agreement.

Aemon chuckled: "We're here to set things right, not to conquer by force."

"Set off!!!"

(End of this chapter)