Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 326 The Kohol Rebellion

Kohor, the temple of monks.

In the dimly lit hall, the two sat facing each other, their faces barely visible by candlelight.

"Our caravans have been repeatedly robbed by the Dothraki under Damon Targaryen. Norfos and Valanthis are furious and are urging us to compensate for the goods."

Mohr-Aignan-La was a gaunt old man with a serious face, sitting cross-legged with his hands on his knees, his silver hair tied up with a headband.

He was the governor of Kohol and one of the city-state's largest merchants.

Despite his immense wealth, he wore an unassuming linen coat, a cashmere rope around his waist, and straw sandals on his feet.

At first glance, it perfectly fits the image of Kohol, a devout believer in black goats.

Before him stood a burly but very old priest, his back slightly hunched, dressed in a bright red robe and with his head wrapped in a red cloth, deep in thought with great wisdom:

"Damon Targaryen was once a dragon rider, with the blood of true dragons flowing in his veins. Offending him will bring disaster to Corhol."

“But if we drag this out, Norfos and Valantis will grow hostile toward us.”

Mo'er looked worried and sighed.

Unlike other free trade city-states, Kohor worships the "Black Goat," and the city-state's decision-making power rests with the hooded priests in the temple.

Therefore, even though Mole was very wealthy, he still went to the temple to find answers.

"Double the compensation to Norfos and Valantis, ensuring they do not lose their reputation, and order the Unsullied to patrol day and night to guard against any malicious intruders."

The hooded priest spoke solemnly and methodically: “I saw three dragons fly into the forest of Corhol. We cannot act rashly. We should wait quietly for the dragon kings to leave before sending someone to reach an agreement with Damon Targaryen.”

First, avoid their sharp edge; then, suffer financial loss to avert disaster.

This method has always been suitable for dealing with formidable enemies like the Dothraki.

"Yes, I understand."

Mohr nodded in respect, stood up, and walked behind the bearded monk.

The veiled priest, with his eyes closed, his profile illuminated by the bright red candlelight, exuded a solemn yet eerie aura.

boom!
Suddenly, a candlestick smashed on the back of the hooded priest's head, and the sharp spikes from the removed candle pierced the man's fragile cervical spine.

"Well……!!"

The hooded priest opened his eyes in disbelief, slowly turning his head with difficulty, only to see a face that was cold yet slightly ferocious.

Without saying a word, Moore pulled out the candlestick and smashed it down three times, shattering the other man's head.

"Huhuhu~~~"

As the hooded sacrificial corpse lay in a pool of blood, Mor took a few deep breaths, gently set down the candlestick, and lit the candles.

On the wall behind the two, a statue of a black goat watched this scene, its vertical pupils cold and indifferent, as if observing a circus act.

Moore turned his head, spat at the black goat statue, and cursed, "Damn false god, always letting believers cheat and swindle under the guise of faith!"

After saying that, he strode out the door, where the Immaculate Ones were waiting to greet him.

The monks inside the temple kept their heads down, and even if they had anticipated something, they dared only remain silent.

Everything seemed to have been planned in advance.

……

The next day.

In the town of Sleeping Volcano, Aemon received a message from a Dothraki scout sent by Daemon.

The governor of Cohort, Mor Aignon-la, reorganized the city's defenses with three thousand Unsullied and two thousand slave soldiers, and purged the merchants and artisans within the city-state.

Before Imon could even be surprised by the coup, another letter arrived from the scouts.

The letter was sent by this elderly governor, who expressed his hope to reach a friendly agreement with the Targaryen Dragon Aspects and form a geopolitical alliance between the West and the East.

Within a few days, he will send an envoy with gifts to visit Damon in the town.

His words were humble, yet gentle yet firm; instead of groveling for peace, he proposed establishing diplomatic relations.

At the same time, the letter also raised some objectively existing problems.

For example, the Targaryen family ruled Westeros, controlled the lower half of the Fjord, and possessed the three free trading cities of the Three Kingdoms.

Such a behemoth should really be developing slowly and gradually eroding the surrounding forces.

For example, Valantis, the eldest cousin of the Kingdom of Three Daughters.

Compared to Kohor, which is tens of thousands of miles away, Valantis is clearly a better place to conquer, with both land and sea routes for attack.

The Tiger and Elephant generals of Valantis were well aware of this, and before Dorne submitted to the Iron Throne, they devoted their utmost resources to training an army, harboring deep animosity towards the Targaryen family.

Kohol is not as strong as Valantis, but the road ahead is long and arduous, and with Norfos as an ally, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

They advised Damon to make peace with Corhol, allowing Damon to guard against Volantis, while Corhol could remain in a corner of the world and even help Damon appease Norfos.

"This Moore is no ordinary person!"

Aemon smiled slightly, feeling a greater sense of importance towards this person.

His words were so well-written that there was absolutely no flaw in them.

The analysis of the Targaryen family's predicament, Damon's personal strength, and the various free city-states serves as a logical impetus.

Damon's initial interest in Corhol stemmed from Dorne's collusion with Volantis, his alliance with the Sea Serpents, and his decision to suppress Volantis before advancing eastward into Corhol.

Despite the Targaryen family's current size, they will still suffer if they underestimate Volantis, which occupies a key geographical position.

The strategic significance of Valantis continues to rise.

When the Sea Serpents and Aemon first allied, they joined forces to conquer Dorne and then attacked Volantis. This was to gain control of the Fjords and, consequently, secure the shipping lanes of the Summer Sea.

If it weren't for the unexpected event at the Arm of Dorne, which led to a leap in control over the Fjord and eliminated the need to defend against Volantis, Aemon would probably be discussing with the Sea Serpents how to defeat Volantis right now.

This demonstrates that Kohol's leadership possessed remarkable strategic vision.

"Did he launch a rebellion and seize power from the bearded monk?"

Renilla leaned on his shoulder, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Imon nodded slightly.

He dared to seize power and succeeded successfully; his strategy and courage were also commendable.

Regardless of their overall quality, they are at least much better than those nobles in Westeros who treat themselves like pigs.

In terms of achievements, only Prince Coollen of Dorne and Duke Bomond of Storm's End are stronger than the other among the Seven Kingdoms.

Others like Jason and Graves have to thank themselves for being born into a good family, catching the golden age of their great-grandfather and uncle's rule.

Would Damon give up on Kohol so easily?

Renilla frowned, remaining skeptical.

A qualified heir apparent must be sensitive to diplomacy and war. While Corhol could not stop Damon and the Targaryens, he could still make his family pay a price.

Furthermore, the aftermath of the war will attract the machinations of forces such as Dorne, Volantis, and Braavos.

She believed that waging war for personal conquest was very irrational.

"Ha, who cares?"

Imon didn't care, shaking his head and chuckling: "But we can meet this Mor. The dragon kings of ancient Valyria are not only good at war. Negotiation and exchange of interests are also necessary means. If we can bring Kohor into our vassal state, that would be the best."

"Just like Tyros?"

Renilla blinked, thinking of the city-states ruled by the Valerian.

Compared to ports like Oldtown and Seagull Town, which were under the jurisdiction of nobles, Telosi was a true free trading city-state with the potential to become a nation.

The territory ruled by the Iron Throne is already large enough; the priority is to strengthen central authority, not to mindlessly expand territory.

However, the more vassal states that are nominally attached to the Iron Throne, the better.

……

A few days later.

“Your Highness, given your esteemed status, it would be best to wait for the envoy to arrive before proceeding to Kohor.”

When Imon decided to sneak into Kohol undetected, his hired local guide, Harold Grag, sternly dissuaded him.

Harlow, nicknamed "White Bear," is seven feet 1 inches tall (over 2.1 meters), with a physique as strong as a bear. He has a black braid tied with bells at the back of his head and once killed a white bear presented by the governor of Valentis with his bare hands.

I was also a blood-sworn guard of Khal al-Khal, a man of 50,000. After Khal al-Khal's death, I took over a tribe of khal al-Khal and wandered around, eventually becoming employed by Daemon.

"Do you think there's any danger?"

"Imon asked."

Harlow shook his head, his fleshy face expressionless, and said, "Kohol is chaotic. You have dragons, but there's no need to take the risk."

"Then everything is fine."

Imon didn't care; he was interested in finding the blacksmith in Kohor and observing the local customs and culture.

He summoned several Dothraki riders and dyed his long, silver-gold hair blackish-purple with natural plant dyes, then braided it like the Dothraki.

Although he wasn't afraid of being harmed by Kohol's people, there was no need to be too high-profile when he was out and about.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Aemon looked in the mirror at himself after dressing up. He was tall and wore a fur coat and trousers, with a long black and purple braid. If it weren't for his fair skin, he would have looked quite like a fierce Dothraki roaring warrior.

"If you were born on the Great Grass Sea, you would surely become the greatest of all Khao."

Harlow looked on with envy; he had long heard of the "Shacklebreaker."

Lao Khao, who once obeyed Aemon's orders, has risen to become one of the most powerful Khao in the Great Grass Sea thanks to the spoils and gifts Aemon gave him.

His former khalasar was severely damaged in an attack by Laocao's 100,000-strong khalasar, and was later scattered by another group of khalasars during the migration.

Aemon's name spread far and wide through Laocao's mouth, making the savage Dothraki aware of the greatness and power of the Targaryen Dragon Aspect.

"I think so."

Aemon was anything but modest, agreeing that the other party was absolutely right, and perhaps even a little underpraise.

If he were a Dothraki, he would surely unify the Great Grass Sea and sweep across the continent of Essos with millions of Dothraki cavalry.

Let's give those feudal free-trading city-states a little shock with the scourge of God.

"Born at the wrong time, but it's also fine."

After admiring himself for a while, Aemon caught sight of a colossal bronze mountain sprawling in the forest and still felt that the Targaryen version was more powerful.

……

"Don't run around."

Imon, his skin painted yellow, led his horse down the main street of Kohor, teaching a lesson to a few little Dothraki children dressed in black hair and yellow skin.

When they entered the city gates, even the Unsullied, who only knew how to follow orders, did not notice them.

"Look, there's a dragon statue here."

(End of this chapter)