Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 349 Base Swap Tactics
The dragon's flames scorched a path of fire, burning away all obstacles in its way.

"No no no!"

"Damn it, retreat..."

The Dothraki managed to stop their charge in time, but they didn't have time to retreat and dodge. The unfortunate ones who were touched or grazed by the dragon's flames screamed in terror, which eventually turned into painful howls.

"what is that?"

Semkao's expression was blank; he had forgotten the charge and the looting, his mind a complete void.

"dragon!!"

On the hilly path, Robert roared excitedly, no longer worried.

He knew that the prince would send reinforcements.

Within the vast royal system, apart from Prince Eamon himself, there was no dragon tamer better than Sir Lannino.

"Quickly, don't just stand by and watch!"

Seeing the opportunity, Luo Bo ordered the warhorse carcasses to be moved aside and spurred his horse to charge out first.

The knights of the Second Sons, their blood still burning from the first battle, were followed by the frustration of fleeing in the second battle. Now, the situation has reversed, and their anger and indomitable spirit have transformed into boundless power.

"Come on!!"

More than two thousand cavalrymen roared in unison, like a steel torrent rushing out of the narrow and cramped hilly path.

Compared to the shock of the Slarks and the vengeful desire of the Second Sons, Lannino laughed heartily, feeling that only fighting with dragons could evoke the greatest thrill deep within his heart.

It's much more exciting than making pancakes.

"Hiss!"

Haiyan seemed born for battle, his body both robust and agile. With a few leaps and turns in mid-air, he spewed dragon flames and swept away the dense Dothraki cavalry.

Upon seeing a real dragon, the Dothraki were utterly terrified.

Ignoring Káo or Khō's orders, they turned their horses around and ran away.

In an instant, a bizarre scene unfolded on the plain: half of the people fled backward, while those in the middle were caught in a chaotic mess, and the other half desperately tried to escape the area burned by the dragon's flames.

"Stop! Don't run away!"

Susemkao's face was ashen, and he roared and shouted, but he couldn't call back a single one of his men.

More than 30,000 Slarks used every means and effort they had to desperately try to escape.

However, the terrain, which is a semi-plain and semi-hilly landscape extending from the Velvet Hills, is too open.

Lannino rode on the sea smoke, while the Dothraki army below could neither escape nor fly over the dragon, and had nowhere to hide, like fish on a chopping board.

"Dragon Flame!"

With each command from the High Valyrians to control their dragons, thick black smoke could be seen rising from the other side of Velvet Hills.

After half of the Slarks had scattered and fled, and the other half had either died or been wounded, they finally turned their horses around to make it easier to escape.

Rumble!
The earth trembled as Rob led his Second Sons in a charge, chasing after the vanguard and the rear of the Dothraki army.

"Hurry up, don't block the way!"

Sysemkao had already blindfolded his warhorse, and with a swing of his scimitar, he cut down the rider who couldn't control the horse, and hurriedly fled.

I can't fight anymore.

Upon first encountering the dragon, the army instantly disintegrated.

If he doesn't run now, he'll die here.

"Don't let them get away."

Rob, with his sharp eyes, spotted Sysemkao in the crowd and shouted, "Chase the one with the red and blue stripes tattooed on his upper body!"

With such a long braid tied with bells at the back of his head, he must be an important person.

The second sons charged forward with renewed vigor, each one full of energy.

"asshole!"

Susemkao's face darkened, and he raised his hand to spit twice, wiping the red and blue stripes off his upper body.

He then whipped the warhorse violently.

"Ok?"

Rob's eyes lit up, and he shouted again, "Chase the one with the long braid and all the bells!"

"Damn bastard!"

Sylsim Khao's face contorted in pain as he tried to cruelly cut off his braid, but the braid represented the honor and life of a Dothraki warrior, and cutting it off would mean he could no longer be a Khao.

With gritted teeth, he turned sideways and, in a difficult maneuver, grabbed the corpse of a Karasa warrior.

She ripped off his fur coat and draped it over her own head.

"Chase that..."

The familiar voice came from behind him again, and Sysem shuddered, feeling a strange mix of shame, anger, and fear.

But he had already run ahead of the army, blocking the pursuers' line of sight.

Robert shouted that simply to scare him.

boom--

Haiyan landed with a burst of dragonfire, spraying it onto the Blood Alliance Guard of Sysemkao. The force of the burst of dragonfire nearly knocked him over as well.

But his horsemanship was superb, and he managed to rein in his warhorse, preventing him from falling and continuing his desperate escape.

Rob chased for a long time, but his warhorse, exhausted from the battle and the escape, could not catch up with the fat and strong horses on the Great Grass Sea.

"That guy is probably Kao from this Karasa team."

Rob stared intently, gripping the reins of his warhorse tightly, silently encouraging himself: "When I meet the prince, I'll cut off your head sooner or later."

"Are you alright, Sir Robert?"

Lannino chased for a long time before landing on his sea smoke and meeting the commander of the Second Sons.

"Thank you for your help, Sir Lannino."

Robert thanked him sincerely, then shook his head: "I'm fine. May I ask how things are going with the Prince?"

"Cousin..."

Lannino thought for a moment, then smiled confidently and said, "He's very good. I was sent by him. Sir, please rest assured."

……

Na Sa Star, Warrior Palace.

"Baa baa~~"

Helena, cradling a fluffy yellow lamb in her arms, walked along the edge of the palace's flowerbeds, her eyes fixed on the wary Dothraki guards on either side. Behind her, the burly "Single Doke," masked, silently accompanied and protected her.

"all gone."

Helena muttered to herself, squatted down, and put the baby yellow sheep down.

Cousin Aemon led the seemingly clumsy "White Bear" and a troop of Dothraki cavalry on a long journey, while his cousin Lannino rode Sea Smoke on his own mission.

She and Meng Huo were left behind to protect the weakly defended Na Sa Star.

The burly, charcoal-clad man behind them was also left behind to lead two squads of Dothraki cavalry to maintain order on Nasa Star.

After all, there were still more than 1,700 captured Norfos soldiers in the city, and one dragon alone could not kill or keep them all under control.

"Baa baa~~"

The calf bleated, lowered its little head, and bumped hard against Helena's leg.

Unfortunately, the sheep was too small, and the impact was neither too severe nor too mild.

"You are hungry?"

Helena paused for a moment, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of dark green hay scraps, placing them near the antelope's mouth.

The baby yellow sheep ate heartily.

The hay and the yellow sheep calves both came from my cousin Emon, who entrusted them to her care before I left.

Although she didn't know where the other party had stolen the yellow-furred lamb from, they also gave her a sack of what looked like expensive hay.

But Helena still took great care of her.

Soon, the antelope calf finished eating the fodder and, satisfied, prepared to leave.

As Aemon had said beforehand, a handful of hay a day would be enough to feed the lambs to their hearts' content.

But Helena clearly disagreed.

"Sweetie, eat a little more."

He then took out a handful of hay from his bulging pocket and handed it to the little yellow sheep.

"Baa baa~~"

The antelope calf shook its head and reluctantly backed away.

"Eat, eat bigger bites!"

Helena, with a serious expression, grabbed the antelope by the scruff of its neck and roughly stuffed the fodder into its mouth.

No lamb can be full by eating just a handful of hay a day.

If you want to grow up quickly and eat meat, you have to eat a lot and eat big bites.

“Mee-mee!!”

The warriors' palace echoed with the pitiful cries of lambs.

Pfft!
The stream at the edge of the palace arched out a series of ripples, and a shadow appeared on the clear water, as if a pair of kind green bean eyes were quietly observing the direction from which the sound came.

……

three days later.

Norfoss, Norfoss Avenue.

This is a major road connecting Gödoho and Kohol, and an essential route for every merchant.

The road is located in the Norfos Hills, with two main roads running east and west in a triangle. The upper apex of the triangle is Norfos, which serves as a transit point.

In addition to its world-renowned tapestries, it boasts an inexhaustible supply of excellent timber.

This single avenue was the main route through which Norfoss acquired his wealth.

At this moment, Imon stood by the babbling brook between the two hills, observing the situation on the one-way road to the west.

Why are you here?
He's pursuing someone.

They were hired by Norfos, but before they could complete their migration, they trekked through the Susem tribe's Karasa in the Norfos Hills.

Sysem was one of the most powerful khals in the Great Grass Sea.

His rule over Karasa comprised over 100,000 people, including elite male warriors, as well as women, children, the elderly, and slaves.

Through contact with Imon and Laocao, "White Bear" Haro, and Dandoke, the complex process of the Dothraki migration was learned.

Since Sysemkao has accepted Norfos's offer of employment, he will surely send out his entire force.

The weak and the old, left behind in the dog-eat-dog world of the grasslands, are nothing more than easy prey for other khalasas.

The fact that the Syrian guerrilla leader, Karasa, was able to appear in Ghul-Doho three days ago proves that it was a split operation.

An elite force of over 10,000 men went first, followed by a larger number of soldiers, the elderly, women, children, and slaves who slowly migrated.

Given the ruggedness of Norfolk Avenue and the bloated size of the 100,000-person khalasar, one can imagine how slow the movement was.

Imon speculated that the CARAS was almost certainly still stuck on Norfos Avenue.

By pursuing them at this precise moment, the Dothraki, situated in the Norfolk Hills, had no chance of escape.

hehe~~
Semkao wanted to seize Gödoho and cut off his supply lines.

Then he'll kill all his khalasars first, cutting off their lifeline.

A very pure base-trading tactic.

The difference is that Lannino and Haiyan were able to repel the vanguard of the Sysem tribe, while the Sysem tribe's Karasa could not withstand his and Vomisor's attacks at all.

"Your Highness, we're not far from Norfos. Are you really not going to launch a surprise attack?"

A deep, urgent voice rang out, and light footsteps approached.

Amon raised an eyebrow.

Without turning around, one could tell from the voice that the person was not "White Bear" Harlow, but a former Norfos commander who had been captured and surrendered.

"Your Highness, as long as your dragon displays its might, we will surely be able to conquer Norfos."

Bartoto, fully armored, was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down, giving off a dwarf-like vibe.

Imon scooped up a little water and brought it to his lips, savoring its cleanliness and sweetness, and said calmly, "Don't worry, it will happen sooner or later."

"When?"

Bartoto is a very serious person, and his questioning seems quite rude.

Aemon didn't blame him, knowing full well that this was just his bad temper, and gave a precise answer:

"The Semkao problem has been solved."

(End of this chapter)