Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 320 The Dragon's Size Increased Dramatically!

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"Hey, I'm so glad you finally came."

Diana, dressed in a black leather dress and holding a stack of documents, greeted Elaine, who was looking around, with a smile.

Elaine was bewildered. Prince Aemon told her that she needed to do something in Myr, and if she did, she would be allowed to return to Dorne.

But once she arrived at the destination, she realized that things were not so simple.

boom!
Diana tucked the documents into Elaine's arms, a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. She exclaimed joyfully, "From today onward, I am Steward Mill, and you are my secretary."

Yay! I got promoted!
Diana rubbed her sore shoulders and gave her new secretary detailed instructions on her daily work and precautions while in Cui Du.

Elaine froze, passively following instructions.

"That's it. Just try to get used to the work here. It won't be too busy."

As Diana finished speaking, she walked away, leaving Elaine with a tall, slender figure with long, curly black hair, showing no sign of lingering affection.

"You're not...very busy?"

Elaine glanced at the several pounds of documents in her arms, her face turning pale.

It's like she's fallen into a fire pit.

……

"Charge! Head straight for that giant volcano!!"

A pirate ship flying the banner of the Dornish nobility stormed into the waters of the Arm of Dorne, and under the command of its leader, it howled and wailed as it set its sights on the First Fire Peak, which was covered in a layer of green.

Rumors circulate that a group of dragons, small ones at that, roam the Fire Peak.

Killing or capturing one can earn you more gold in a free trade city-state than you could ever spend in a lifetime.

"Uuuuuuu——!!"

Many foolish thieves shared the same plan, and ships belonging to the remnants of the Three Kingdoms, as well as slave-hunting ships from free trade cities and Slave Bay, churned on the azure sea.

They pull off one heist, and nobody will find them.

Swish swish!
On the flat land, three thousand Immaculates formed a wall of black steel, and under the command of the Grey Worm commander recalled from Harrenhal, they formed a battle formation and held their ground.

Having the advantage of being able to wait in comfort and wait for the enemy to tire themselves out gives them a slight edge.

"Charge!!"

A loud shout rang out from the pirate ship in Dorne, and the pirates drew their bows and arrows, raining down arrows the next second.

Ding ding dong dong…

A thousand Immaculate Ones raised their round shields, two above and two below, forming an impenetrable shield wall to block the arrows hurled down from above.

This was merely the pirates' first attempt.

As a hail of arrows halted the movement of the three thousand Unsullied, a dozen pirate ships rushed ashore at top speed. Sailors with scimitars landed, while archers continued to suppress the enemy with firepower.

"Assemble the catapults, quick!!"

Several pirate ships were equipped with catapults and scorpion crossbows. Slaves filled logs soaked in oil and steel spears with them, which were then aimed at the three thousand Unsullied who were holding the line.

Even the most powerful Unsullied cannot withstand the onslaught of catapults and scorpion crossbows, given the physical capabilities of humans.

"Spread out! Left and right flanks, center force, charge!"

Despite the danger, Gray Worm remained calm and shouted a command to the soldiers to sound the retreat, issuing orders to adjust their tactics.

Immediately, the thousand Unsullied in the front row, each holding a shield, rose and charged forward. Five hundred Unsullied emerged from each side to form an encirclement. Grey Worm personally led the last thousand Unsullied forward steadily, serving as the central rearguard.

The pirates were far outnumbered by the Unsullied and had originally planned to plunder and flee in the chaos, but they were instead held back by the valiant fighting of the Unsullied.

Catapults and scorpion crossbows crashed into the vanguard, killing several Unsullied at once, but the logs and steel spears had extremely long reload times, making frequent attacks impossible.

The landing point was only three hundred paces from the line of the Unsullied, and in an instant, they were overtaken.

The Unsullied on the left and right flanks were even more ferocious. The pirates charged uphill from the bottom, and their stamina was depleted more quickly. They were easily defeated by the militarized Unsullied, who stood like a forest of spears, piercing them mercilessly.

Chaos!

The pirates were scattered by the Unsullied in a single encounter, turning into a disorganized mess, moving haphazardly on the Arm of Dorne.

Some jumped into the sea to escape, some fled to the foot of the first fire peak, and some retreated back to the ship...

Grey Worm ordered that the fleeing pirates not be stopped, and that the advantage of victory should be maintained.

A large number of pirates fled back to their ships, ignoring their leader's curses, and desperately tried to escape.

However, it's too late.

boom--

A deafening roar echoed through the sky, tearing apart the thin clouds with a colossal object. A shadow, like a dark cloud, loomed overhead, filling the air with the metallic scent of death.

Someone raised their head, their body stiffening in terror.

“Hiss—”

A majestic dragon, its body covered in bronze scales and its wingspan brown, resembling a bronze mountain, appeared. With its head lowered, its vertical pupils were menacing, and it suddenly plunged into the sky.

"dragon!!"

A piercing scream filled with despair echoed throughout the vicinity of Dorne's Arm in an instant.

boom--! !

Ignoring the insects, Vomisol swooped down from its high position, opening its ferocious dragon snout to spew out dragon flames.

The dragon's flames shone like copper foil, rolling like erupting magma.

A bright copper line of fire was drawn in mid-air and poured onto a ship, causing it to explode and emit black smoke. The sparks that flew out were incredibly destructive.

"Leave no one alive, Dragon Flame!!"

With his silver hair flying, Imon glanced disdainfully at the panicked pirates as he glided alongside Vomisol.

Vormisor has a fiery temper, and once he unleashes his dragonfire, it seems endless, relentlessly burning the ships below.

The first lesson in dragon-riding naval warfare;
First burn the boats, then burn the people.

Thanks to Imon's intensive training, within two and a half minutes, Vomisor set all the ships on fire and began killing the pirates who jumped overboard to survive.

Its dragon flames, existing between a gaseous and a liquid state, resembled molten copper, pouring out continuously as if scorching mountains and boiling seas. The pirates who jumped into the sea were not burned or drowned, but were cooked by the scalding hot water, letting out a mournful howl before they died.

"Charge, Kagerou!"

Aegon arrived late riding Sunfire, and was extremely excited to see the devastation after the naval battle. He ordered his men to beat the drowning dog to a pulp.

"What are the casualties? Are similar incidents common?"

Aemon ignored the fool, piloted Vormisor to land, and found Grey Worm to question him.

Grey Worm straightened his spiked helmet and said meticulously, "There were three pirate attacks, large and small, which injured sixteen warriors, killed three, and killed four hundred and twenty-seven enemies."

An unreasonable battle loss ratio.

Aemon had just arrived on his dragon when he saw the Arm of Dorne being plundered; those pirates had run into the dragon's jaws.

After careful questioning, it was discovered that the root cause was the end of the Dorne War, the withdrawal of the Myr and Tyrothy navies, and the belated arrival of the Gulltown navies patrolling inside Dorne's Arm, while the Valerian fleet patrolled outside Dorne's Arm.

The hasty change in the sea patrol lines has left gaps in the Summer Sea and the Dorne Sea, where small groups of pirates would occasionally intrude and cause trouble.

This is the largest event in terms of personnel, involving more than a dozen ships and an estimated two thousand people.

Relying on catapults and scorpion crossbows that appeared out of nowhere, they planned to launch a strong attack on the Unsullied Legion, which they could only hear but not see.

"A bunch of clowns."

Emon breathed a sigh of relief and arranged for Grey Worm to meet Renilla and the others before setting off on foot towards the First Fire Peak.

Before long, Rhaenyra and Lannar arrived on their dragons, accompanied by Gon, Gaimon, Daren, Aegon Jr., and the twins.

Carried by the sea smoke of Lannino, Corliss also kept up with the speed of his two granddaughters.

He didn't like riding dragons; he preferred traveling by boat on the sea.

Rhaenys' departure caused a shift in his mindset, and he became less focused on personal glory.

"It's a storm cloud, it's really here!!"

Little Yigen's face lit up with joy, his melancholy vanished, as he spotted a young purple dragon coiled halfway up the First Fire Peak.

"Hiss!"

Soon, a red baby dragon, even larger than Baoyun, sprang out from an inconspicuous cave and pounced on him to begin a fight.

"It's Ono Ryu... Urax."

Imon raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, gazing at the two baby dragons, one large and one small.

Dragon traffickers... kidnapped baby dragons.

"Hiss!"

Urax was short-tempered and had no intention of taking responsibility after abducting someone. He spewed out a mouthful of crimson dragon flame, startling the storm cloud into dodging. In an instant, he flapped his deep red dragon wings and flew away.

Imon raised an eyebrow, then suddenly realized something was amiss.

Compared to the cave on the first fire peak, the storm cloud was definitely more than two meters long.

Then he saw Urax, who had flown far away, land at the foot of the First Fire Peak. It had a pair of deep red wings with a large wingspan. It buried its head and used the horn on its forehead to rub the soil and dig out a section of yellowish-green vine.

Ignoring the blood streaming down his forehead, Urax raised his head and devoured most of the vine, licked his scarlet dragon mouth, and tossed a small piece of vine to Stormcloud.

Bang Chi Bang Chi...

Baoyun's eyes gleamed as it quickly finished off half of the vine, then gleefully shook its slender body covered in purple scales.

"Dragon Silk Root!"

Aemon immediately recognized that the vines had grown from the withered vines spat out by the bronze bird, and pondered to himself, "Mature dragon silk roots can help the growth of young dragons?"

"Storm cloud! Storm cloud, come quick!"

Accompanied by his nephews and nieces, Little Egon cupped his hands to his mouth and called out to his little dragon.

"Hiss!?"

The storm cloud suddenly looked up, glanced around for a moment, and finally spotted its little master.

The silver-gray dragon wings spread open, and it nimbly flew closer.

Pfft!
Without proper control, the young dragon's massive body crashed into Aegon, and the two little guys rolled into a ball, the sound of which was quite solid.

"Sigh~~"

Immon gasped and quickly checked on his little brother.

"I'm… fine."

Little Aegon was pinned under the wings of the storm cloud, struggling to push aside the three-meter-wide dragon wings. His clean black clothes were covered in mud, and his smooth, silver-gold short hair was a mess.

"Cluck cluck cluck~~~~"

The little blue chick in Jahelis's arms tilted its head, startled by the enormous storm cloud, and kept squawking.

"Renera, wipe his face."

Aemon pulled his little brother out, made sure he wasn't seriously injured, handed him to Renilla, and turned back to check on the abnormality of the storm cloud.

Detailed data on the dragon tamers of Dragonstone: Storm Cloud should have been over two meters long, barely qualifying as a sub-adult.

The distinction between juvenile and sub-adult stages is very vague, and they are usually identified based on size and habits.

Storm Cloud has developed the ability to hunt alone. It has built a nest on the east coast where Grey Shadow once lived and usually feeds on large fish in the sea.

And at this moment, the storm clouds... were enormous.

Imon roughly estimated that it was over five meters long and had a wingspan of up to seven meters, much larger than a warhorse, clearly a genuine sub-adult.

"Hiss!"

With a roar, Baoyun spread its dragon wings, brushed off the dirt and mud from its body, and habitually stretched its waist, displaying its slender and well-proportioned body.

"The effects of dragon silk root are really that good?"

Emon was surprised and dug out a section of newly sprouted dragon silk root to compare with the yellow-green vines that had climbed halfway up the first fire peak.

Not only are the effects good, but the growth rate is also amazing.

(End of this chapter)