Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 322 Lannar is pregnant!
"The location has been found; you can set off now."

Without looking up, Corliss wiped his muddy hands clean with his clothes.

I don't know what tricks Imon used to explore the geology of both sides of the strait and accurately select a suitable location for building the city.

The latest decision is that the new city-state "Valhal" will be built on the Arm of Dorne and the Horn of Broken Arm, protecting the Fire Peak Strait to the east and west.

Yes, it is one name for two regions.

"No need to rush to send them away, I've discovered something useful."

Eamon remained indifferent. Without Aunt Rhodes's care, the old sea serpent seemed to focus all his energy on his work, his sharp eyes unable to tolerate anyone being idle.

Crouching down and looking down, a yellowish-brown rat head with a pair of large, square ears popped out of the ground.

"Chi chi chi chi!"

The little ground squirrel had a tuft of dirt on its head, and its two small, white-pawed paws were outstretched, supporting a lump of coal.

It discovered a coal mine underground at the first fire peak.

"Well done, yolk."

Eamon stretched out his hand and let the new mouse crawl back into his palm.

The dwarf ground squirrel and the golden-nosed rat are different species.

The golden-nosed rat is more like a little hamster, a fluffy white ball of fur with its mouth always stuffed full of delicious food.

The little ground squirrel resembles a big-eared mouse, with large, square ears, a cute little head, and a pair of porcelain-white incisors sticking out of its mouth.

Its fur from head to tail is egg-yolk yellow, and its belly is milky white. When it lies curled up in your hand, it looks just like an egg yolk that hasn't been peeled off completely.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!!"

Just as the little groundhog settled in Eamon's palm, a white mouse, sensing a threat, scurried out of the pocket, extended a tiny paw, and screamed with deep accusation.

I was here first!

"Jiji~~"

The little groundhog wiggled its round bottom and lay comfortably in its owner's palm, completely ignoring the wounded mouse's bleeding.

The golden-nosed rat, seeing this, was filled with rage and spat out half a fork from its mouth.

Let's fight to the death, Little Mouse Three.

Boom!
With a flick on the forehead, Aemon forced the First Rat War to a halt.

"What's all the noise about, you two cowards?"

Immon was speechless for a moment, then put the two mice into his left and right pockets respectively.

"Your Highness, are you sure you want to relocate a group of residents from Mil?"

The gray worm walked to his side, hesitant for once, and seemed to want to say something but then stopped.

“That’s right.” Amon nodded.

"Um... could it be..."

The gray worm looked left and right, feeling awkward, as if worms were crawling all over its body.

The lands of Dorne's Arm are rather desolate, situated between two continents, and frequently swept by monsoon winds.

Before the city-state was established, it was a bit...inconsiderate to relocate a group of residents here rashly.

Imon shook his head and smiled, satisfied. "Don't worry, I've discovered a coal mine under the Fire Peak. I'll relocate a group of proletarians to mine it. This job will continue until the city-state is built, and the salary will be very high."

Ground squirrels are skilled at digging, especially as prospectors used to find minerals.

It unearthed a coal mine beneath the fire peak, proving that there was indeed a treasure trove of wealth below.

It's good that Grey Worm can offer advice; he truly cares about the people.

"That's good."

Gray Worm's eyes lit up, then he scratched his head and grinned sheepishly: "Mining is a good job too, enough to support a family."

It is worth mentioning that the coal mine is very valuable, and the honeycomb briquettes made from it sell for a high price.

However, due to the off-season ending at 116AC and the subsequent warm summer, the sales volume of honeycomb briquettes decreased.

Nowadays, it is usually used as fuel in the fireplaces of Northerners and some minor nobles.

The nobles of the South did not use honeycomb briquettes; they used better wood that had a faint fragrance when burned.

"Protect the first fire peak, and never disturb the dragon inside."

Amon patted Grey Worm on the shoulder, stating his clear bottom line.

"Yes!" Gray Worm's face turned solemn.

Aemon smiled and walked away, but a hint of contemplation lingered beneath his smile.

Finding a coal mine is a good thing.

A really... really good thing.

As far as he knew, by the end of 128 AC at the latest, Westeros would face a winter that would last for six years.

Rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea...

For ordinary people, firewood is always the top priority in their daily lives.

With winter approaching, ample coal reserves can save many lives.

"But there's actually a coal mine beneath Huofeng?"

Imon was quite surprised.

Could it be that there are mineral deposits under all the volcanoes in this world?
Beneath the fourteen fire peaks of ancient Valyria, millions of slaves toiled day and night in the mines.

At the foot of Longshan Mountain, there is a Longjing mine.

At the foot of Gushan Mountain, there is a man-made copper mine.

Today, a coal mine has been discovered beneath the first volcanic peak.

"Volcanoes are truly treasure troves!"

Imon felt a surge of excitement, thinking of the bronze sacred tree in the Lonely Mountain Dragon's Nest. He estimated that the power accumulated by the Sun Disc wouldn't last much longer.

Before winter arrives, we need to carve out as many as two volcanoes as possible.

……

noon.

“Imon, I may not be able to go to Kohol with you.”

After finishing lunch, Lanaer looked complicated and somewhat ashamed.

Imon was taken aback by these words and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

With the Sea Serpent as Hand of the King, Lannino joining the Dragon Knights, and the Valerian uniting the Targaryens and Setiga, everything was on track.

What other trouble could there be?

"Mom, are you feeling unwell?"

Benedict ran over and hugged Lannar's leg, her little face full of worry.

Renia did the same, hugging her mother's other side tightly with both hands.

Lanaer looked pleased and patted her twin daughters' heads.

This even alarmed Renilla, who put down her half-eaten cake and stared blankly at Lannar.

Seeing this, Lanaer placed her hand on her lower abdomen, her expression obscured by her lowered head, and sighed, saying, "I'm pregnant." "..."

The air was silent for two seconds.

Imon tilted his head, catching a glimpse of Lannar's hidden smirk from this angle, and asked incredulously, "You...have a baby?"

According to Ari Rivers's dying prophecy, Lannar would suffer an accident because of her second son.

And Renilla...

"I'm a little too excited, let me calm down."

Amon smiled and couldn't help but scratch his long, silver-gold hair.

its not right!
Renny borrowed a boy from Lannar and gave birth to Lusris, so Lannar shouldn't be able to conceive again.

But now, the prophecy has gone astray.

"Great news!!"

In an instant, Eamon understood, and his smile became even more genuine, his eyes shining.

So-called prophecies are, frankly speaking, just one thread of fate and cannot represent the whole picture.

Ranila's second pregnancy has defied these prophecies.

So, Lana'er became pregnant again and gave birth to a child safely, marking a new beginning.

“I need to get back to Riverdale as soon as possible. Janssf and Lady Rhea are there, and I can rest and recover peacefully.”

Lana smiled warmly, kissed her two daughters one after the other, and then said, "Let them come with you to Kohol, but don't let them play too wildly."

Imon grinned from ear to ear, of course he would do whatever Lannar said.

But in his mind he was thinking that with so many baby dragons hatching in the family, Xiao Lu couldn't train them all by himself, so at least there was another child to share the burden.

Well, great!

The list of people to travel to Kohor was quickly finalized.

Aside from Aemon and Rhaenyra, they each brought Gon and the twins, as well as Gaimon and Aegon Jr.

Gaimon was not an illegitimate child, at least not legally. He was born with the surname "Shiwen" and it was necessary for him to see what his grandfather looked like and broaden his horizons.

Young Aegon is Damon's son, his heir in his heart, and he'll bring him along for a reunion.

Lannar returned with Darren.

Aegon and Lannino stayed behind to help the sea serpent deter the vultures on both sides of the fjord.

Helena... Considering it's not advisable to send too many people, and it's not suitable for a girl to stay in Dorne's Arm, she will return to King's Landing with Daeron.

"No!"

Darren immediately protested.

“Shut up.” Imon’s tone was forceful and authoritarian.

Darren was teary-eyed and was comforted by Jaehaerys and Benedict.

Aegon's face fell as he pondered how to escape back to King's Landing; there were no brothels in the Arm of Dorne for him to indulge in.

Helena lowered her head and muttered softly, "Red dragons and black dragons, red dragons and black goats, real dragons and fake dragons are indistinguishable."

The sound was too soft for anyone to notice.

Aemon's eyes were subtle as he glanced at Helena, then moved his gaze over Jaeheris and Gaimon.

The little girl's prediction was very targeted and accurate.

Are you talking about the potential risks of having illegitimate children?

……

half a month later.

Kohl was built along the Günne River, a tributary of the Lønne River, and is situated on the edge of the vast Kohl Forest.

The artisans here are world-renowned. Their blacksmiths possess a technique for infusing color into metal, and some even have the skill to recast Valyrian steel.

Kohor also produces beautifully woven cotton, and the Kohor forests are rich in high-quality camouflage, as well as fur, silver, tin, and amber.

"Father, I want a baby lemur."

As her father told her about Kohol, Beneira's eyes sparkled, and she asked for a Kohol-specific "Little Valyrian".

Although this name was likely a derogatory term used by Kohol to refer to the colonists.

"If you have the chance, use your pocket money to buy one."

Amon is very considerate and spends other people's money to do things for them.

"Oh~~" Benedict's eyes went dark.

At this moment, Imon's charioteer, Vomisor, with a little Be and Gaimon bound to his front and back respectively, was soaring through the clouds above the Kohor Forest.

"Hiss!"

Syracuse followed closely behind, with Rhaenyra, dressed in a black dragon harness, looking radiant, and with Rhaenyra and Aegon tied up in front of her.

Imon saw this and deliberately let her have her way, so Vomisol glided sideways and was overtaken by the smaller Syracuse.

"Hiss!"

Behind the two giant dragons, a swaying, dark green baby dragon hangs precariously.

"Father, Mother... wait for me!"

Jaheris lay on Sunny's back, clutching a thorny, leaf-like branch in one hand, his voice trembling with worry.

"Gah!!"

The bright red vertical pupils widened, and it struggled to flap its pair of bright red dragon wings, carrying its rider as it flew unsteadily, skimming the treetops of the Kohor Forest.

It is a special species hatched from the eggs of the Sea Dragon, and its growth rate far exceeds that of other dragons of the same generation.

Even so, its size was only six or seven meters, and its wingspan was no more than ten meters, making it only as magnificent as a fine warhorse.

The journey, carrying the driver from the controversial lands to Kohol, was fraught with stops and starts, and the constant threat of two giant dragons left them utterly exhausted.

"Keep it up, Sunny!"

Jaeheris was on the verge of tears, unable to rely on his heartless parents, and hugged his little dragon tightly.

Never fall into the dragon's lair, it could be fatal.

"Ooh ooh ooh~~~~"

Suddenly, a strange cry with an odd accent came from below, like the shouts of savages during a hunt.

Afterwards, the sound of chaotic hoofbeats echoed through the Kohol Forest.

"Are they Dothraki?"

Imon looked down at the sound and saw a group of Dothraki dressed in animal skins and wielding scimitars chasing after a caravan of merchants.

This Dothraki group was very organized; they first fired arrows, then intimidated the enemy, and once surrounded, they were difficult to defeat.

However, they didn't kill anyone; instead, they stole the goods.

Then, they rode into the depths of the Kohol Forest.

"It's weird."

Aemon frowned slightly, patted Vormisor's back, and followed the Dothraki along the forest path, heading ahead of time to their destination.

(End of this chapter)