Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 350 Having a guide is convenient

"it is good!"

Bartoto shouted with great enthusiasm, "Once we capture Sysem alive, we'll kick his ass hard and then storm Norfos."

This is hardly the demeanor of Admiral Norfoss.

Imon was speechless for a moment, but secretly glad that he had met such a "clever person".

Bartoto was an admiral in Norfoss and a seasoned veteran of field training, possessing an intimate knowledge of the geography of Norfoss down to the smallest detail.

With his guidance, they were able to bypass Norfoss's surveillance and take the path into the Norfoss Hills.

He only brought three hundred Slark cavalrymen this time, which were suitable for long-distance marches and rapid advances, to pursue the Sylsim tribe's Karasa in the hilly terrain.

The remaining five hundred or so Slark cavalry were stationed on Nasa Star and placed under the command of Dandoke.

Nasa Star was the stronghold he chose. There were still 1,700 captured Norfos soldiers doing hard labor in the city ruins, and they needed manpower to look after them.

He has Vomisol on his side, and more than three hundred Slark cavalrymen were brought along to capture prisoners.

As for how Bartoto was adjusted to this state...?
After enjoying his fishing, Immon summoned the captured Bartoto.

At first, this general Norfolk, who resembled a dwarf, was very stubborn and had a foul mouth.

But under Danduo Ke's iron fist...

After being persuaded by Imon, he suddenly realized his mistake and decided to join the anti-bearded monk movement.

It's not that he's a traitor or a spineless coward.

Bartoto was born into an ancient noble family in Norfoss, and some of his uncles had served as governors. He himself was the youngest general with real power in Norfoss's history.

They are quite capable.

This can be seen from the fact that he was able to grow a beard even under the strict constraints of the bearded monks.

The main reason Aemon was able to persuade him to surrender was because of his thick gray beard.

In Norfolk, no one except monks is allowed to grow a beard.

But Bartoto was particularly fond of his thick beard, and after becoming a general, he secluded himself in the Norfolk Hills for training, secretly growing his beard.

Therefore, he gave up the opportunity to be elected governor.

Oh, right.

Bartoto is 23 years old this year and is regarded as a middle-aged man who has experienced many hardships, simply because he looks much older.

After Immanuel agreed to attack Norfolk, kill all the bearded monks and the council of governors, and abolish the outdated rules imposed by the monks that men were not allowed to grow beards and women had to shave their heads.

Bartoto paused for three seconds, then resolutely chose to join.

Don't be surprised that he would betray his city-state, traditions, and beliefs for such a reason.

Norfolk was a free trade city-state.

What are the key points of a free trade city-state?
Of course, it's the word "freedom" at the beginning.

Surely no one would mistake it for "trade"?

The Free Trade City-States were originally colonies of the ancient Valyrian Dragon King. After the cataclysm, they overthrew the brutal rule of the Free Fortress Empire and restored a slightly more normal life of slavery.

The word "freedom" is the political correctness of free trade city-states.

Even if "trade" is the core of a free trade city-state, the word "freedom" must be spelled out first.

Therefore, the nobles and commoners of Norfolk never lacked knowledge about the outside world.

While other city-states, regions, and continents have traditions of men growing beards and women growing hair in favor of beauty, the traditions of Norfolk seem particularly harsh.

Not to mention the three giant bells that controlled the time when nobles and commoners got up, ate, slept, and even went to bed.

In such a high-pressure environment, how could one not have a rebellious mentality?

For example, Bartoto likes to grow a beard.

Outsiders can stay, even merchants and mercenaries passing through Norfolk can stay, but the locals can't.

Bartoto didn't like it.

He loved his recently grown, thick gray beard, loved his cousin who had been sacrificed to a temple, and loved his living mother who was always sighing over her wig...

Of course, these were not the main reasons why he chose to rebel.

Nobody's a fool; why would anyone risk their life for these things?

Most importantly, he was convinced that neither he, the Dothraki, nor Norfolk could defeat the Targaryen Dragonflight.

Once that thing takes flight, ground troops are instantly annihilated.

He was on the side of strength...justice.

Slay the despicable monks, kill the corrupt governors, and follow the righteous Dragon King to liberate the oppressed Norfos.

Long live!!
"Okay, whatever you say."

Imon dismissively coaxed him away.

Perhaps the cold winds of the Norfolk Hills had dulled his brain; he wasn't very bright, a bit stubborn and inflexible.

"Yes, we swear to follow the Prince to the death!"

Bartoto mounted the mountain pony that had been returned to him after his surrender and happily returned to the group.

"A weak slug."

Harold approached without anyone noticing, his face cold as he hurled insults.

How could anyone be more obsequious than him? He deserves to die.

Imon rolled his eyes and went to find Vomisor, which was parked in the hills.

I used to think that the chivalry in Westeros was so-so, a bit of a hypocritical moral standard.

After meeting the people of Essos, he realized how wonderful chivalry truly was.

A group of guys with no common ideas, spirit, or traditions, who produce things in a completely barbaric way, that's truly bizarre.

Harold is, and Bartoto even more so.

The former likes to bully the weak, while the latter is rigid, stubborn, and idiotic.

However, the former was highly skilled in martial arts and had traveled extensively, so he was quite knowledgeable.

The latter was not intelligent, but he was well-versed in military training. He was defeated and captured because he underestimated the enemy and lacked practical experience.

Both men were accomplices in this operation.

After a long time.

Norfoss Avenue, halfway to G. Doherty.

A khalasar, with elite troops stationed at the front and back, and the elderly, women, children, and slaves in the middle, stretched out in a long line during the migration.

It stretches as far as the eye can see, and it also stretches as far as the eye can see.

They were at least a dozen miles apart.

Snapped!
A slave pushing a cart moved a little slower, his back being whipped by a thick, hard whip, while Dothraki curses rang out.

"Hurry up, you crawler!"

The slave was struck so hard he staggered, his face turning deathly pale, but he dared not resist in the slightest, and forcibly pulled and shoved the carriage forward.

The Dothraki had no compassion and did not treat slaves as human beings at all.

More accurately, it means not treating any weak person as a human being.

These working insects are worth at most one or two pieces of valuables, not even worth a horse. "Sangir, we haven't received any news from Khao for three days."

A tall bandit rode a warhorse and approached a Blood Alliance Guard at the front of the column.

The two have different functions.

Ko is a minor Khal under Khal's command, and has a unique "Karasa" called Ko, but he is simply called Ko.

The Blood Guards are Khal's personal guards, who are sworn brothers with him and refer to each other as "blood of my blood".

It roughly means brothers who share the same blood.

Aside from Khalil's wife "Khalil" and his warhorse, the Blood Guards can share anything Khalil owns.

"What do you mean, Seda?"

Blood Oath Guard Zangil glanced back.

Sedak sneered and said in a nonchalant tone, "You know what I mean. Kao wouldn't just ignore the fact that he lost contact with us. And these past few days we've received quite a few deserters who followed Kao on his campaign."

"You know better than I what they said."

Upon hearing this, Sangil frowned deeply and then spurred his horse away from the other party.

"Hey bah!"

Sedakko watched the other person's retreating figure and spat in disdain.

They all knew that Kao was in danger.

The deserters said that the vanguard encountered a dragon and was burned to a crisp, even Khal was forced to flee in disarray.

How can a defeated Khal hold people's respect?
Not to mention, they might not even be alive.

“Once I kill that greedy fool Sysem, I will wipe out his Blood Guard as well.”

Seddako's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Heaven, look at the sky!"

Suddenly, shouts and cries erupted from the slaves pushing the cart, and some even fled in terror.

"Damn it, don't move!"

Sedako's face darkened, and he instinctively brandished his riding whip.

But soon, he caught a glimpse of the sky out of the corner of his eye, and the whip he had raised halfway froze, his fierce face instantly going blank.

boom--

A colossal dragon, its body covered in bronze scales and as large as a mountain, slowly emerged. Its enormous brown wings flapped, tearing through the thin mountain mist of the Norfoss Hills, gradually revealing its majestic and imposing form.

"What's this!?"

Sedako was dumbfounded, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

"dragon!!"

At the end of Karasa, there were deserters who had seen the dragon before. When they saw the bronze dragon, which was even larger and more rugged in appearance, they were terrified.

In an instant, rumors about dragons flooded the minds of everyone in the Karasa.

"what……!!"

Women and children screamed, slaves scurried in terror to hide wherever they could, and even male warriors were thrown about.

It’s no wonder they do that.

Even if you've never heard of the terror of dragons, just seeing a colossal creature that's over a hundred meters long, with a body comparable to a mountain and wings that blot out the sun would leave you completely terrified.

"Dragon Flame!"

A cold voice rang out, like a thunderclap.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol's bronze-colored vertical pupils flashed with fury as its massive body charged down, its ferocious dragon snout, as large as a house, splitting open in a cruel arc.

next moment.

The dragon flames, like molten copper, surged forth, as intensely as a volcanic eruption.

"No no no!"

"Help……"

An apocalyptic scene unfolded as copper-colored dragon flames poured into the crowd, instantly engulfing and burning dozens or even hundreds of people.

The dragon flames were viscous and exploded upon landing, generating immense impact and scattering in all directions.

Sizzle...

Many unlucky souls who were a little far from where the dragon flames landed didn't have time to dodge and were splashed by the flames. Even a small amount of the flames was hot enough to burn a hole in a person.

“Run away!!”

Seddako was terrified and whipped his horse in an attempt to escape.

"Don't go, keep going, or the khalasar will fall apart."

Zangir looked anxious and rode off to block him.

"Go away!"

Serdako would never agree to that; he wished he could sprout wings and fly away, whipping this troublesome fellow away with his horsewhip.

"you……"

Before Sangir could finish speaking, a bloody welt appeared on his face from a slap, and he collapsed to the ground in agony.

By the time I came to my senses, the person had already run far away.

boom! boom!
Vormisor roared as it soared above the hills, recklessly spewing dragonfire.

Wherever it passed, the dragon's flames erupted like magma, leaving behind charred human and horse skeletons scattered everywhere.

"Don't let them escape."

Aemon patted the dragon's back, then steered Vormisor sideways into flight, chasing the Dothraki who had fled into the narrow hillside.

Sedak was covered in cold sweat and frantically whipped his horse as he fled.

Suddenly, a scorching hot shadow loomed overhead.

"what?"

Sedako looked up hastily and saw a ball of bright copper light, his expression blank.

boom--

Everything within a dozen meters of him vanished instantly.

When the Dothraki who were fleeing together saw that "Khor" was dead, they were terrified and fled even more desperately.

Unfortunately, Norfolk Avenue is only so wide, and rushing to escape will only cause a traffic jam.

"Ok?"

Amon was slightly puzzled, thinking to himself, "It seems like I killed a little bug."

I guess he's the second or third most important figure in this Karasari team.

But who cares?

Imon's expression turned cold: "Keep chasing, Vomisor!"

(End of this chapter)