Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 346 The Sea Serpent in High Spirits

Ok.

Immon finally gave in, unwilling to let go of a yellow goat cub whose value was even greater than that of the blue hen, and thus could not be put to full use.

Since the fall of Ancient Valyria, very little magic remains in this world.

Especially spiritual beings that possess a certain degree of spirituality and can produce crops, meat, eggs, and milk—that would be a mass extinction.

For example, the giant river turtle worshipped by the Rhoyna people.

Once upon a time, it was worshipped by the people of Loyna and frequently appeared on the Loon River.

After the war between the Loyna and the Freehold Empire, they disappeared from people's sight for a time.

Those giant river turtles that were rumored to be active on the planet Nasa and using the ruins of Nymeria's palace as sunbathing platforms were just ordinary river turtles.

The real giant river turtle was just caught and brought ashore by Emon.

"It's good that it can produce milk!"

Imon was secretly delighted, thinking, "The milk-producing yellow sheep are perfect for milking the unborn child of Xiaolu and Lanaer."

Moreover, dairy goats that produce milk usually produce a large amount of milk, around 7 to 8 catties per day.

A child can drink up to half a kilogram a day at most.

Xiao Jie, the twins, and Gaimon can all get a bottle of fresh milk.

If there's any left, we can share some with Little Aegon and Viserion.

Little Yigeng was frail and sickly, and his physical condition was nothing like that of his father and brothers.

Vieira is currently healthy, but is too young, being less than a year old.

Drinking a little fresh milk can help with development and reduce the risk of premature death.

In this era, even the infant mortality rate of princes and princesses is unusually high.

As the older brother, Imon would do everything he could to protect him.

"Turtle~~"

At some point, Helena squatted down next to the giant turtle in the river, her small hand stroking the turtle's bald, green head.

Seemingly not satisfied, it reached out and scratched the giant tortoise's chin again.

This startled Eamon, who quickly pulled the unfortunate child away.

What if you accidentally get your hand bitten off?
"Woooooo~~"

The giant turtle in the river seemed to sense Imon's thoughts, its beady eyes shining with a gentle light, and it poked its head out to nudge the little girl's white legs under her skirt.

It is a kind and good turtle.

Immon was awestruck, and for a moment he seemed to see a white deer.

This is an auspicious sign!

"Let's let it go."

Helena, with a soft heart, lay on the hard shell of the giant turtle in the river, feeling the coolness of the stream washing over her face.

The giant tortoise, the size of a millstone, is three meters long and two meters wide, resembling the Chinese pond tortoise.

Let alone a delicate little girl, even an adult could carry her.

"Let go?"

Imon asked in a question, half-squatting in front of the giant river turtle, "Turtle, how about we move to a new home?"

Let's go to Westeros.

He could create an area in the Blackwater River or Long Lake specifically for the giant river turtles to inhabit.

The seven kingdoms need such intelligent beings.

Pfft!
As soon as she finished speaking, the giant turtle in the river gently tossed Helena aside, turned around, and darted into the stream.

"Forehead…?"

Immon was taken aback; he had never seen anyone run so swiftly.

Who said a tortoise's speed is slow?

"Never mind, the giant river turtle is the guardian of the Lorne River, let it live peacefully here."

Imon sighed softly, trying to comfort the disappointed Helena.

Anyway, Nasa Star is all his, and with the smog of Heartbreak Territory blocking it, the giant river turtle will only appear in the upper reaches of the Lorne River.

And Na Sa Star is the best habitat.

The king has a giant dragon, and the valley has a white deer.

Nasa Star has a giant river turtle that happens to guard this newly conquered city.

"Cousin, are we going to see the commander of Norfoss?"

Lannino spoke at the opportune moment, interrupting the joy and farewell of fishing.

"Okay, let's go take a look."

Aemon ruffled Helena's hair and led her away from the stream, casually saying, "I wonder how Lord Corliss is doing?"

Naval operations are several times faster than land-based ones.

The Sea Serpent is the commander-in-chief, responsible for confronting Valantis head-on to prevent the Tiger and Elephant factions from sending large numbers of troops to aid Kohor.

I reckon a fight has broken out now.

……

The sea in summer.

Across the sea, you can see the long bridge and port of Valantis. Under the scorching heat, the air swirls slightly, and the visibility is not very clear.

Corliss stood on the deck of the Sea Serpent, lowered his monocular telescope, and looked solemn.

"Valantis is getting impatient."

As soon as he finished speaking, two dragon-shaped shadows flashed across the azure sea, followed by a melodious roar.

"Hiss!"

The golden sunlight stirred up the thin clouds and mist, and with its slender body, it swooped down steadily, flying over the fleet of two merchant ships.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aegon's eyes were filled with excitement, and he couldn't wait to give the order.

Yang Yan flapped his pale pink dragon wings, hovered above the fleet, and spewed out a mouthful of golden dragon flame.

boom--

A large ship's sails caught fire, causing the mast to carbonize and break, crashing onto the deck and nearly capsizing the ship.

The merchants and guards on the ship were terrified, dodging the scorching flames of the dragon's fire, and kept shouting for mercy to the golden dragon in the sky.

"Dragon Flame!"

A second, slightly immature male voice rang out, accompanied by a strange, dragon-like roar.

boom--

The sheep thief glided past, his ugly appearance conspicuous, and the blood-stained dragon's mouth added to his ferocity as he spewed out brown dragon flames that looked like mud.

Not only were the people on the large ship who begged for mercy burned to death, but the adjacent large ship was also set ablaze and sank rapidly with its decks ablaze everywhere.

"Imond, you've stolen my credit again!"

Aegon was furious and immediately changed his expression.

"idiot."

Imond muttered something under his breath, then tugged on the saddle ropes, propelling the sheep thief away.

Before long, the two brothers rode their dragons and landed on an island.

Corliss, already docked, strode towards the two sullen brothers, dressed in a magnificent black robe with gold trim and a seahorse embroidered on the chest. "Heh, not bad."

Corliss smiled, as if he hadn't seen the brothers' bitter and resentful expressions.

Honestly, things are better than he expected.

In the past, when he was in battle, only his eldest son, Lannino, obeyed his orders; his wife, Renilla, and eldest daughter, Lannar, did not go to the battlefield.

At most, during the conquest of the Stone Steps Islands, there was one more Damon riding the "Bloodworm" Corakshyu.

But Damon, with his unruly nature, had no idea what it meant to follow orders.

He burned the Stone Steps Islands day and night, utterly ignoring the advice of his ally.

It would be a blessing if we didn't upset him.

With two dragon riders assisting and obediently following orders, this is truly a profitable battle.

When shall we attack Valantis?

Imond is relatively opinionated and ambitious about Valanthi.

Corliss bluntly replied, "It's too early, kid."

The purpose of the battle was to tie down Valantis' forces and relieve pressure on the main battlefield of Imon.

For the past two weeks, he has been leading his fleet to loiter around Valantis, openly displaying military force.

Valantis attempted to send a fleet to drive them away, but it was easily burned to ashes by the two dragons.

After that, Valantis fell silent.

Corliss showed no mercy, strictly forbidding any merchant ships from entering Valantis for trade, with violators facing expulsion or, in severe cases, execution on the spot.

The two large ships just now ignored my advice and insisted on testing his boundaries.

A worthy death!

"Do absolutely nothing?"

Imond frowned, not in response to the sea serpent, but because of how the sea serpent addressed him.

"Boy!"

A seemingly intimate term of address that actually implies contempt.

Did they think he was just a child, so they didn't take him seriously and treated him as an equal?
Kolis didn't notice the "kid's" emotional change, and perhaps few others could have discerned Imond's subtle thoughts, as he said with a smile:

"No, I'm waiting for news from Aemon. Once the fighting starts on his side, I'll launch frequent attacks and turn Valantis upside down."

His words were full of confidence.

In his eyes, the former Valantis was indeed an unshakeable behemoth.

but,

Corliss Valerian is now the prime minister of the Seven Kingdoms and the hereditary governor of Tyros. His Valerian fleet roams the seas and is no longer invincible.

Even Valantis was just an evenly matched opponent.

With the support of the Iron Throne and the deployment of two dragon-riding princes to the war, the war potential leaps to a whole new level.

Valantis is nothing special.

Upon hearing this, Imond's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head, remaining silent.

He knew what he wanted.

He repeatedly achieved military exploits, expanded the territory, and gained special treatment from his father and mother.

He will find a chance to get revenge for the sea serpent's disrespect later.

"I said, can't you find some ice to chill the wine? I'm so hot I'm practically toasting bread, and a piece of steak would be so juicy."

Aegon put his arm around his younger brother and made a request to Corliss to make amends.

Seven levels of hell!
God knows why the Summer Sea is so hot; even the hottest long summer in Westeros pales in comparison.

The Valyrian Peninsula was located in a tropical climate with a summery sea back then. How could those dragon kings endure it?

Corliss's smile faded, and he wasn't really interested in responding. He replied dismissively, "There's no room for ice on the ship. You could try placing the bottles in the water tank at the bottom of the cabin."

The water in the reservoir is very cold, which can have a chilling effect.

But the effect was only so-so.

Unsatisfied, Aegon persisted: "Your prince wishes to drink some ice wine, Lord Corliss."

Can I have some ice? Is that okay?

Corliss's eye twitched slightly as he regretted his earlier thought. Taking care of a pampered prince was even more of a headache than dealing with Damon.

You look like an ice cube to me!

……

Norfoss.

clang!
A giant bell called "Nara" was struck, emitting three proud and majestic chimes that resounded throughout the two city-states of Norfos.

Novos was a city-state ruled purely by religious faith, with religious control far exceeding that of Kohol.

The entire city was built on a giant mountain and was divided into upper and lower parts.

The upper town is surrounded by a stone wall, located on a cliff, inside which is a temple fortress, the religious center of the bearded monks.

The nobles also lived inside the stone walls.

The lower town was built along the river, protected by wooden walls and moats, and the riverbanks were filled with docks, brothels and taverns.

The upper and lower city are connected by a huge stone staircase called the "Staircase of Sinners," which is three hundred feet long and is the staircase that the people of the lower city dream of.

However, those were all just fantasies in a dream.

Norfolk has a highly rigid class system, and everything in the city is constrained by religious beliefs.

There are three giant bells in the city, and when they ring, the whole city can hear them.

The bells told residents when to get up, sleep, work, rest, fight, pray, and even when they were allowed to go to bed.

The three giant bells each have their own name.

Numu: The deep rumble shook one's bones.

Nara: A proud and majestic voice.

Neil: Like a crisp laugh.

The three chimes just now were the chimes of the "Nara," summoning nobles of ancient lineage to the governor's mansion for a meeting.

Of course, the members of the Governor's Council were also selected through monks.

Governor's Palace.

A three-story stone building, simple and unadorned in appearance, with hidden firing ports under the narrow windows, resembles a military fortress.

It fits perfectly with the cold and ruthless social atmosphere of Norfolk.

"Bartoto's army has lost contact, and Na'Sa is rumored to have been captured by Damon Targaryen, so it's probably doomed."

A burly nobleman, who was as big as a bear but had no beard, spoke.

The governor's meeting consisted of ten people.

At the edge of a meeting where ten people sat around a table, a monk with a thick beard sat cross-legged, with two bald slave soldiers tattooed with long axes standing behind him.

They are a sacred guard who have undergone a religious ceremony to "marry" their battle axes.

The religious retinue directly under the temple.

“I suggested hiring the Dothraki. Daemon recruited a Dothraki cavalry, so why can’t we?”

Some people suggested using barbarians to control barbarians.

(End of this chapter)