Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 334 The Allure of the Targaryens

"Hain, are you going to King's Landing?"

Imon guessed what the two were thinking and confronted Torero directly with his question.

Torero flicked his cloak, knelt solemnly on one knee, and bowed his head, saying, "I am at your service, Your Highness."

Imon nodded slightly, glancing at Lisandro beside him.

Lisandro took a half step back and bowed: "I am carrying out the mission entrusted to me by Prince Damon, and I will now set off to return to Corhol. I leave everything to Lord Torero."

The person has been sent out; it's time to make the cut.

Imon said, "The kingdom thanks you, Lord Lisandro."

Li Sangzhuo dared not take credit for himself, and led his few dozen men on the journey back.

"Do you wish to remain in King's Landing to serve?"

After everyone left, Imon helped Torero up and asked him a question again.

Torero was flattered and quickly said, "If it is convenient, I would like to bring my wife and daughter to King's Landing to ease my longing."

"Alright, I will find you a house to live in."

Having received a satisfactory reply, Imon smiled.

Torero, seeing the potential in this rare commodity, proactively pledged allegiance to the Targaryen family and naturally received generous treatment.

Bringing family members along and leaving them in Ries are two different things in terms of the treatment they receive.

For example, right now, as long as Torero displays his talent and makes some contributions, Aemon will surely find him a fiefdom in the royal domain so that he can settle down on the continent of Westeros.

It is said that a thousand gold buys horse bones.

The Hein family has set a good example, and in the future, it will attract more Valyrians and Valyrian minor nobles to come here.

To create a small noble community centered around the Targaryen royal family, with the First Men, Andals, and Rhoynar people banding together for mutual support.

They are not expected to be of great use, but at least they can give the royal family more options in appointing and dismissing officials, rather than being arbitrarily controlled by the native nobles of Westeros.

"You stay here and set up a camp in the ruins until we return."

The first thing Imon did was to find something for his newly allied "White Bears," Harlow and Torero, to do.

"Yes, Prince."

The two men accepted the order and led their respective subordinates to roll up their sleeves and get to work.

Yimon relaxed and took out the books about the Yi lands that Langwu had given him on their first meeting to read.

Reading can broaden one's horizons.

For example, Götöh, where he is now, was once one of the most important cities for the Loyna people and was known as the "Garden on the Water".

After the dragon kings of ancient Valyria launched their war of invasion, this beautiful city, which combined nature and flowing water, was reduced to ruins and its population was wiped out.

For example, over the centuries, there have been people who have coveted this land and wanted to rebuild Götaho.

However, three problems remain unresolved to this day.

First, the Dragon Kings were ruthless. Götöl was a true ruin, and to think of rebuilding a city on ruins was nothing short of wishful thinking.

Second, there is a shortage of population. The bloodline of the Loyna people is dwindling. Relocating people from distant places is a thankless and arduous task, and no one would be foolish enough to do it.

Third, G. Doho confronts the Dothraki threat head-on. The big shots look down on him, but for a nobody, this strategy is suicidal.

"The location is nice, but unfortunately it's not worth wasting resources on."

Imon shook his head, looking at the mud-blocked streams and the stone pillars and broken bridges lying across the banks and in the middle of the water, feeling utterly helpless.

Götöh is in an excellent geographical position, situated to the east of the Velvet Hills, bordered by Norfos to the north, Kohol to the east, and downstream to the south by a host of Valantis's affiliated cities.

Meimei enjoyed the benefits of being located in the heart of the region, with roads leading in all directions.

If the Targaryens were to grow another generation, they might be able to build a new city next to Goldoho, to open up trade routes to the eastern part of Essos.

……

Sir Ethan has been taking great care these days, constantly switching between horseback riding and carriage riding, paying close attention to the health of Consul Moore of Cohol.

For the people of Moor, middle age is actually the prime of their lives.

Unfortunately, he was small and thin, and looked lifeless when sitting in the carriage, which made Sir Ethan worry every day.

They were afraid he would die on the way, and they wouldn't be able to explain it when he got back.

"Sir Ethan, where are we?"

Mohr lifted the carriage curtain and asked in a friendly manner.

Ethan dared not delay, and rode his warhorse closer to the carriage window, saying, "We passed Norfolk yesterday and are currently in the hills west of Norfolk. It will take about a week to cross the mountain trails."

The roads in Norfolk are difficult to travel, consisting of canyons and steep sections, but fortunately, they are wide open and free from dangers such as bandits blocking the way.

"I really hope to see King Viserys soon, I can't wait."

Mohr chuckled softly, his long silver hair and beard trembling, making him look just like a mischievous little old man.

Sir Ethan forced a smile and quickly rode away.

During his few days of visit to Kohol, he quietly uncovered many secrets.

Despite his approachable old man appearance, Mor is actually a year younger than His Majesty Viserys; he just looks older.

His rebellion began when he met with the hooded priest alone, and took advantage of the priest's unpreparedness to grab the chessboard and blow his head off.

For this reason, Moor was jokingly called "King of the Chessboard" by the Kohor people.

Sir Ethan couldn't understand why the hooded priest would play chess during such a serious conversation with the governor, and then be killed from behind by someone grabbing the chessboard.

But that's what people are saying, so he'll just take it as true.

"Heh, what a fine jazzman."

As Moore watched Sir Ethan's retreating figure, a glint of light flashed in his purple eyes, and he prepared to lower the curtain.

boom--

Suddenly, a hurricane swept across the sky, tearing apart the clouds and obscuring the sunlight. Moor was startled and peered up at the sky.

next moment.

"Hiss!"

A giant, pale silver dragon flew by, its majestic body obscuring the view from a great distance. The tiny humans on the ground could only look up and catch a fleeting glimpse of the dragon flapping its wings and soaring through the air.

"dragon!!"

Moore's breath hitched, and he immediately clenched his fist in excitement.

High in the sky, the sea smoke soared over the end of the convoy. Just as everyone was filled with a mix of emotions, including trepidation, disappointment, and admiration, it let out a roar, turned around, and spread its wings to hover over the hills.

"I want to get off."

Moor shouted immediately, ignoring that the driver hadn't tightened the reins yet, and jumped out of the carriage.

They kept looking up, just to catch a glimpse of the dragon's majestic form.

As Haiyan roared and flew, he suddenly spewed out a mouthful of orange-yellow dragon flame mixed with silver threads, startling the people and horses below, who nearly caused a stampede.

"A dragon! A real dragon!"

Moore's pupils dilated as he stared blankly at the dragon, deeply attracted by its light silver scales, imagining it to be a harmless cloud.

This was the first time in his life that he, who claimed to be a descendant of the Orion family, had seen a dragon.

Damon is stationed on the edge of the Kohol Forest, and has never shown any signs of dragons.

Aemon traveled to Kohor with his wife and children, but did not appear on a dragon; instead, he disguised himself and entered the city.

Aegon and his siblings did reveal their whereabouts by riding dragons, but they were only seen by shepherds outside the city and not by the noble merchants of Corholl.

"Land, sea smoke!"

Just as a clear male voice suddenly rang out and the pale silver dragon in the sky slowly descended, another shadow approached from afar, covering the hills and mountains.

"what……!"

Moore's eyes widened, and he was speechless.

boom--

A colossal bronze dragon, its body covered in ancient bronze scales and its massive brown wings flapping, slowly appeared.

Big! So big!
Moor craned his neck, but even as he was about to fall, he could only see the majestic head and half of the bronze dragon's chest.

It wasn't until the bronze dragon flew over the canyon that we could see its full form.

That was a giant, adult dragon, approximately 120 meters long!
Even in the pre-apocalyptic era of Ancient Valyria, a dragon of this age and size would have been a formidable force.

A dragon this massive is powerful enough to slaughter an entire city.

boom!
Haiyan landed first, her broad wings kicking up a cloud of dust, making it difficult for anyone to approach.

Moor coughed from the choking, waving his hand to brush away the dust, trying to get a closer look at the dragon.

The next second, an even louder noise came, and earth and rocks rolled down the hill on the side of the convoy, with a huge object standing on it, blocking out the sunlight.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol planted its feet on the mountain, folded its wings, gripped the rocks with its forelimbs and claws, and let out a thunderous roar that shook the daytime.

Aemon sat upright on the black steel saddle atop the dragon's back, his long silver-gold hair cascading over his shoulders, his violet eyes calm and undisturbed, as he glanced sideways with his straight back.

“Gurgle~~~~”

Moore stared in disbelief, wanting to say something but his throat was dry, so he swallowed hard to moisten it.

"Dragons! And the real Dragon King!"

He screamed inwardly, staring at the bronze dragon and the silver-haired youth on its back, so excited he almost fainted from a stroke.

"Your Highness, Sir, what brings you here?"

After his initial panic, Sir Ethan was overjoyed and dismounted to pay his respects.

Immon remained silent, but subtly gave Lannino a wink.

Lannino took a deep breath, deliberately turning his benevolent expression cold, and shouted at the silver-haired middle-aged man who was frozen in place: "How dare you! Who are you to not bow before the Regent Prince?!"

After saying that, he turned to give Imon a reassuring, simple smile.

Amon felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, realizing that it was better to bring along Helena, that truly idiot, than an idiot like himself.

You were given a show of force to test his temperament and character.

I didn't tell you to be so over-the-top with your acting.

"Prince Imon!"

Immediately, excited shouts came from below, and Mor, disregarding all decorum, ran towards the hill where Vomisol was, waving his arms and shouting, "I am Mor Aignon La!"

He looked like a fanatical fan meeting their idol.

Imon paused for a moment, then thought for a second, patted the bronze scales on the dragon's back, and Vormisor glanced at him with his vertical pupils, flapped his wings and leaped down.

A 120-meter-long adult dragon leaps down, and the gust of wind that hits the ground is enough to overturn any adult.

Moore was only about 70% an adult, so it was no surprise that he fell.

As he scrambled to his feet, he looked up and saw a giant bronze dragon blocking the mountain path. One hind leg was treading on the hill, while the other hind leg was slightly arched for support. Its two wings were spread out, one above the other, pressing against the rock walls on either side of the mountain path.

Moor froze abruptly, his face directly facing the majestic dragon head of Vomisol. He felt a hot breeze blowing from one of its nostrils, which ruffled his hair.

"Quiet, Vomisol!"

Imon frowned slightly, wondering if he had gone too far and might scare the person too much.

Vomisol shook its head, a hint of disdain flashing in its copper-colored vertical pupils. It slowly raised its dragon head, releasing a beam of sunlight that shone into the dust.

however,
"Prince Imon!!"

Mohr scrambled to his feet, his face flushed, and cried out, “Your Highness, don’t do it! I’m your cousin!”

(End of this chapter)