Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 318 The Mushroom Tree and the Baby Dragon Are Kidnapped
"So, you are the pioneers, and there will be migrating giants after you?"

Aemon frowned as he looked at the giant father and son standing upright in the courtyard.

The two giants were named "Strong Mag" and the smaller one was called Little Mag. Their full names were in ancient language spoken by the giants, and were very obscure and difficult to understand.

Imon translated it once, and it should be "Mag Maz Tundo Dor Wig". Mag is the name, and the string that follows represents lineage, birthplace, ancestral name, and surname.

However, this is inaccurate because he had very few ways to learn classical Chinese.

“Homeland…we…”

Big Mag had an ugly, savage face, and he clenched his fist as he spoke, as if he were filled with anger.

"Ok?"

Immon was surprised. "Are you getting angry with me?"
boom! boom! boom!
Just then, the giant chestnut strode forward joyfully toward the wary giant Mag.

“Margot…it’s good to see you again.”

The giant chestnut could speak some common language, and its towering body wrapped around the much shorter Mag, who was more than five feet shorter than it, its hard rune armor almost squashing him flat.

Big Mag looked shocked, though he couldn't understand why his hair-covered, expressionless face showed such shock.

When the two giants met, their communication went smoothly.

Aemon also learned about the origin of "Strong Mag" and why he crossed the Wall.

The social systems of the giants and the children of the forest were similar, and they lived in peace with each other without one oppressing the other. After all, Westeros in the past had abundant resources and no natural enemies.

But giants are different from the children of the forest who reproduce on their own; they need men and women to pair up to pass on their bloodline.

Once blood ties are established, it's inevitable that a hierarchy will emerge.

"Strong Mag" is a descendant of the Giant King, meaning that there was once a giant who was the tallest and strongest and defeated all the other giants. His descendants are stronger than ordinary giants.

This rare bloodline is now very thin even outside the Great Wall, with only "Strong Mag" and his son Little Mag remaining.

Giants are a race, and to survive in the cold, remote frontier, they need to stick together for warmth.

Strong Mag, who has royal blood, is one of the candidates for leader and fights against another powerful giant.

But it seems that savages were behind the giant's scheme, killing the wife of "Strong Mag," a strong female giant.

Giants do not have a marriage system; children are raised by their mothers, and there is no deep-seated hatred between them.

But the other party still wanted to kill little Mag, which completely crossed the line for "strong Mag".

The final result was that the leaders of both sides led their respective teams in a fierce battle in the wild.

Clearly, "Strong Mag" lost. Not only were his followers killed or wounded, but even his beloved mammoth was killed and roasted.

Disheartened, "Strong Mag" wanted to leave his tribe and join a savage tribe beyond the Great Wall.

I happened to overhear the Children of the Forest saying that some of them were active within the Wall, and that a young giant who had been ostracized by the giant race had gained the approval of the human king and settled in the warm south.

Big Mag slapped his forehead and, with his son, crossed the Great Wall, following the trail of the Son of the Forest all the way to the Reach.

Thanks to this decision, the Children of the Forest concealed their whereabouts along the way, preventing them from being discovered by other nobles and commoners.

"You're the king of giants, so you must be very powerful?"

Imon was quite interested; he remembered that there would be a giant named "Wangwang" in the future, but he didn't know much else.

Big Mag shook his head awkwardly, his voice rough and deep: "Giants...without a king, I am...strong!!"

"..."

Aemon sighed in exasperation. Communicating with giants was too difficult; he'd better try talking to the Children of the Forest.

He sent men to keep an eye on the giant father and son, and then approached Leaf and the three Forest Children she had hidden away.

"Your Highness, thank you for taking me in."

The three children of the forest are named Flower, Spore, and Mela. They are all petite women with voices ranging from gentle older sister to mature, sophisticated older sister.

Aemon nodded as a greeting, and then asked how to arrange things for the giant father and son.

Ye Zi's mind was far more mature than her appearance suggested; she had already come up with a plan.

The giant father and son, along with the three flower sisters, were all pioneers of the giants and the children of the forest.

If he agrees to take them in, both parties will work for him in exchange for living on this land.

But two giants and three children of the forest are far too few.

"You can take them in for now. If possible, more giants and children of the forest will migrate back to the south later."

Ye Zi stomped her feet back and forth, seemingly very excited about it.

Aemon understood.

The seemingly harmless squirrel-like Ye Zi is actually a despicable HR professional.

And he, Lord Aemon of the Targaryens, was undoubtedly a wicked capitalist.

However, the giants and the children of the forest did not have the mindset of working people; instead, they felt that returning to the south was a good change.

In fact, it is true.

Aemon's eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "Westero is human territory. Giants and children of the forest have exiled themselves and should no longer think of conquering their homeland."

"We can't defeat the dragon..."

The leaves drooped their heads, looking incredibly sad.

You guys actually have this idea!?
Aemon became wary and said, "For now, don't send the giants and the Children of the Forest across the Wall. Let them familiarize themselves with the environment and do the jobs I've assigned them, otherwise...!"

boom--

Behind the Gardener's Tower, a muffled, earthquake-like thud came from behind, revealing a bronze dragon head as large as a house.

Vomisol's vertical pupils were half-open, half-closed, as he casually glanced at the leaves, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

Ye Zi was terrified and trembled with fear.

The other three children of the forest fared no better. Upon seeing an adult dragon for the first time, they were immediately frightened into crouching down, covering their heads and pretending to be little mushrooms.

"All right."

Without turning his head, Aemon waved casually. Vomisol, sensing his presence, snorted loudly, turned its dragon head away, and lay down again, feigning sleep.

Thus, Aemon successfully recruited two giants and three children of the forest.

With the giant chestnut and leaf in charge, the two Maggs remained in White Garden City, serving as guards alongside the giant chestnut, and cultivating the land with iron hoes in their spare time.

The three children of the forest went to Harrenhal first, and once the granary was built, they officially began work.

The new era of communication between humans and giants, children of the forest, has concluded with a friendly agreement.

“Gugugugu~~~~”

Jahelis held the newly hatched blue chick in his hand, with corn kernels in his palm, which the chick pecked at one by one.

Aemon glanced at them, his attention drawn to Aegon and his siblings, and instructed them, "Aemon, your Durstonbury is the closest to White Garden. You stay here to guard the new giants and encourage the farmers to plant in the summer."

"why?"

Imond was taken aback, and reluctantly objected.

He wanted to go with Eamon and his sister, and also visit his friend, Duke Garland, and Lady Siree, who had just given birth to a boy, at Highgarden.

"invalid objection."

Imon said coldly, "You have no respect for me."

Imond lowered his head in anger.

Afterwards, Imon ordered his men to pack their belongings and prepare to continue south.

The purpose of this trip has been largely achieved, but we must finish what we started; the children haven't seen the beautiful Highlands yet.

At that moment, Ser Steve of the Kingsguard rushed in with an urgent letter from King's Landing.

"what happened?"

Renilla asked, puzzled.

Aemon opened the letter, and after reading only half of it, his expression changed instantly.

The dragon tamers of Dragonstone report to King's Landing that the young dragon Stormcloud has gone missing from Dragonstone and request additional manpower to search for it...

"damn it!"

Enraged, Aemon shouted, "The Fire Eater escaped, so how come a young dragon was killed?!"

The plan to head south to Highgarden was abandoned, and they turned back to King's Landing.

Upon seeing this, Renilla immediately notified the convoy, and the group set off immediately.

Jaheris stopped laughing and looked worried.

Stormcloud is Uncle Aegon's dragon. It was sent back to Dragonstone because it couldn't adapt to the dragon's lair environment, and it's now a sub-adult at two meters long.

After leaving White Garden City, Ye Zi hid behind a fruit tree and secretly waved to Yimon: "Here...here."

Imon frowned slightly, deciding to check what was going on.

"This is a gift from the spores to thank you for taking me in."

Ye Zi lowered her head and rummaged through her green satchel to find a red and white fungus about the size of an apricot, which looked like a brightly colored but poisonous large round mushroom.

"What is the use?"

Amon is very direct.

The leaf raised its head proudly and said, "Don't underestimate it; it was once the treasure upon which the children of the forest depended for survival."

As she spoke, she became dejected again: "It's a pity that it can't grow in the cold borderlands. Now, I'm afraid only this one seed is left, preserved intact by the spores."

This bright red mushroom with white spots is actually the seed of a tree that can grow into a sturdy mushroom tree the size of a willow.

This tree can be cut down and eaten, or kept and used to build houses. Every time it rains, new seeds will fall and sprout into new small mushroom trees.

But the growth conditions of mushroom trees are very demanding and also quite interesting.

New mushroom saplings can only grow after the old mushroom trees are cut down.

Logically, this need for reproduction should have driven the mushroom tree to extinction, but Ye Zi said that the mushroom tree is a fungus and would continue to exist if it were not cut down.

It withers intermittently over several decades or centuries.

Each mushroom tree will shed three to five seeds during its lifetime, which can be preserved by placing them in a warm and dry environment.

Damp, cold, or hot environments are not suitable; the sprouts will germinate, freeze, dry out, and eventually die.

"Can this thing be grown in King's Landing?"

Imon squeezed the bouncy mushroom-shaped tree, guessing it was another kind of magical spiritual plant.

"Discovered an item containing magic, gain +1 Magic Essence".

A notification sound from the control panel rang in my ears at just the right time.

Immanuel suddenly realized, and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

It is a spiritual plant, and its quality is similar to that of Ula grass.

Leaf advised, "King's Landing has too many people, and mushroom trees will cause trouble. It would be better to plant them on Lonely Mountain or Dragonstone, where there are many dragons and few people."

Spiritual plants are also a form of magic, and they thrive even better when planted near volcanoes.

Dragons don't eat mushrooms, which protects mushroom trees from harm.

"Okay, I'll find a chance to plant it."

Emon tossed the mushroom tree seed and said, "Thank Spore for me. If the mushroom tree grows, I'll appoint her as the Mushroom Steward to take care of it."

Ye Zi was pleasantly surprised and nodded repeatedly.

Without further ado, Aemon climbed onto Vormisor's back, leaving the slow-moving carriage behind, and returned to King's Landing ahead of everyone else.

Dragons are very important!!
No dragon can afford to fail.

(End of this chapter)