Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 351 Go talk to Lannar

“Hiss—”

With a muffled roar, Vomisol chased after the fleeing insects, spewing dragon fire and turning the hilly terrain into a scorched wasteland resembling a volcanic landscape.

After half an hour.

The Sylsim tribe suffered heavy casualties in Karasa; some fled, some died, and those who survived on Norfos Avenue were mostly women, children, the elderly, and slaves.

Aemon rode Vormisor to a high hill, where the bronze dragon folded its wings and roared down from above.

"Get to work and tie them all up."

Bartoto entered on a mountain pony, shouting at the Dothraki cavalry behind him.

"idiot!"

Harlow glared at him fiercely, then led his men past tens of thousands of women, children, the elderly, and slaves, and dragged out the leaders, both high and low.

The people of the Karasa tribe of the Sysem tribe have all been captured, and those who escaped are almost all adult men.

Those guys numbered in the tens of thousands, and in a panic, they fled to the Norfolk Hills or the Golden Fields.

But that doesn't matter.

A large number of laborers could be selected from the tens of thousands of prisoners to fill the gaps in the reconstruction of Na Sa Star.

These are all merits, and I should advise His Highness the Prince on this matter.

……

Seven days later, Na Saxing.

When Emon returned on his dragons, he had just over three hundred men when he set out, and the number had increased a hundredfold when he returned.

Thirty thousand people!
"Wow~~!"

Helena lay on one of the few remaining intact white walls on Nasa Star, marveling at the Dothraki tribes who had migrated from the north across the Na'n River in long lines.

"How were you while I was away?"

When Imon met Torero, he asked him something.

"Very good. I have ordered another area to be cleaned and repaired, just waiting for your triumphant return."

Torero, being of noble birth and well-versed in human relationships, added, "Her Highness misses you very much."

Immon was stunned, speechless, and told Bartoto to hand it over to him.

At the beginning of the year, Helena's refusal to marry caused quite a stir, and many people were secretly discussing whether the king's youngest daughter already had someone she liked.

After all, according to the tradition of the Targaryen family, the eldest prince Aegon and the second prince Aemond would be the first choice.

But both of them got engaged after this incident.

Therefore, suspicion fell on Aemon.

To be fair, Aemon's reputation is a mixed bag.

Those who admire him wish they could follow him for life.

Those who disliked him seized upon Andal traditions, attacking him for marrying four wives and having a mistress (Johanna) and a child out of wedlock.

The distinction between the two regions is so clear that even Damon would have to give them a wide berth.

But Yemon really didn't flirt with his little cousin!

He's not a bad person; he eats everything that's delicious.

Do you know how valuable it is to have four wives?

If it weren't for Aemon's strong physique, and instead it were his uncle Viserys, or even the top-tier Damon, he would have to drink goji berry-infused wine every day.

Watching His Highness the Prince's retreating figure, Harold deliberately bumped into Torero's shoulder and swaggered after him.

Bartoto chuckled and began exchanging information with Torero, who was rubbing his shoulders.

"There were 13,000 Dothraki women aged 12 to 40, 1,150 infants and children under 12, 9,430 able-bodied men, and more than 6,000 male and female slaves."

The able-bodied men among them were Dothraki men who could ride horses and fight. Because the khalasar was crowded, they were unable to escape and became prisoners.

Imon gave instructions that Dandoke and Haro would each select three thousand men to join their own army.

As for whether there will be a rebellion, there is absolutely no need to worry.

Their wives and sisters were all on Nasa Star, and with the dragon's power to deter them, no one dared to stand out.

Moreover, the Dothraki adhere to the law of survival of the fittest.

If they couldn't win and were captured, it was common for them to surrender to another Karasa.

Not to mention that Imon was renowned and highly worshipped by the Dothraki.

The remaining three thousand or so able-bodied men and six thousand or so slaves were combined and joined the ranks of those cleaning up and repairing Na Saxing.

Slavery was abolished, and people were restored to their free status.

The premise is that they are willing to stay even after Nasa Star is rebuilt.

"No elderly or infirm?"

Torero asked the question casually while taking notes.

"uh-huh."

Bartoto smiled strangely, and not only did he stand on tiptoe, but he also deliberately lowered the other person's height and patted the other person's shoulder.

Torero paused, instantly realizing he had made a foolish mistake.

What do we need from prisoners of war—the old and the weak?

"Hey hey hey."

Bartoto grinned mischievously and strode after His Highness the Prince.

The Dothraki had no tradition of caring for the elderly, and Sysemkao was a cruel and selfish man who was very harsh on his people.

When these Dothraki were captured, there were not many elderly, weak, or children among them.

Immanuel gave some food and horses to the old, weak, and older women who did not want to leave and wanted to return to the Great Grass Sea, and then let them go.

He is a selfish and self-serving dragon king, not a saintly figure who saves lives.

The fact that they weren't all slaughtered is only because these people knelt and revered him.

"How's the cheese feeding going?"

Aemon returned to the Warriors' Palace, intending to take a refreshing bath in the cool stream, when he saw Helena sneaking in.

"very good."

The little girl ran very fast, her face flushed red, and she wiped the fine sweat from her brow with the back of her hand.

Half-believing, half-doubting, Imon took out a juice popsicle from his spatial ring and tossed it aside.

"Eat."

Helena didn't stand on ceremony; her eyes sparkled as she picked up the frosty popsicle and took a bite.

It's no wonder that the ancient Valyrian Dragon King, who lives on the continent of Essos, would choose Ries, an overseas paradise, as his vacation destination.

It's so hot!
Not only is the temperature high, but the humidity is also high, giving people a stuffy, damp, and sticky feeling.

The brother and sister, having grown up on the relatively cold continent of Westeros, were finding it rather difficult to adjust to this climate. "Mmm, delicious."

Helena looks delicate and refined, but she eats popsicles incredibly fast, crunching away like a little squirrel.

Look how hungry the child is.

When Eamon saw this, he tossed her two more fruit juice popsicles of different flavors.

He has plenty of these things. Every time he goes on a long trip, he stores suitable food and drink supplies in his spatial ring and never deprives himself of them.

Far away on the Summer Sea, Aegon, his eyes vacant, lay on Sunfire's back. The two huddled under the large leaves of a palm tree, repeating over and over, "I want ice, ice..."

Meanwhile, in the Warriors' Palace, Lannino, who returned riding a sea of ​​smoke, took Helena's place.

"Cousin, you were absolutely right."

Lannino's face was flushed, whether from the heat or excitement, it was hard to tell.

He killed so many Dothraki and rescued Ser Robb and the Second Sons; he really showed off his power.

To this end, he also hooked up with two second-generation knights with unique tastes.

That physique, those muscles, it's really...

The more he thought about it, the more distorted it became. Lannino quickly shook his head, trying to shake off the swirling thoughts in his mind.

"Eek~~"

Nevertheless, Eamon, who had just taken off his shirt, suddenly felt a toothache and gave up the idea of ​​taking a shower right then and there.

You despicable Nan Tong, don't even think about seeing my body.

"Cousin, that's not what I meant."

Seeing the other person's disgusted look, Lannino hurriedly explained, but shamefully found himself secretly pleased.

Imon's face darkened completely, and he waved his hand: "Go back and explain to Lannar."

"..."

Lannino slumped his head and said helplessly, "Sir Robert heard about your plan and asked me to tell you that the Karasa tribe of Sysem has been scattered, which is the perfect time for us to press our advantage."

Rob has already led the Second Sons to hunt down the scattered small groups of Dothraki who have escaped.

Immon nodded, having no objection to the proposal.

That's what he was going to do anyway.

The large khalasar of 100,000 people has only captured 30,000; we can't just let them go so easily.

These strong and robust Dothraki people are urgently needed on the road to rebuilding Nasastar.

"By the way, the Valley Knights have also crossed the Velvet Hills, sending two thousand men to garrison Godoho, and six thousand men are heading this way."

Lannino looked somewhat worried, and after speaking, he got up to take his leave.

Imon remained silent for a moment.

Needless to say, he guessed Lannino's unspoken worries.

Food supplies are insufficient.

During their march, the Second Sons and the Valley Knights only carried enough food and supplies for three to six months.

He brought back over 30,000 Slarks this time, along with 1,700 Norfos spearmen previously captured (returned to Commander Bartoto), and over 800 Slark cavalry borrowed by Damon.

"Looks like we'll have no choice but to rob it."

Aemon sighed softly.

He seems like a good person at first glance, but in reality, he's starting to have bad intentions.

Where is this?

The golden plains of Essos, the most fertile land in the world, with the warmest climate.

The Golden Plains are not governed by any free trade city-states, and this land is inhabited by the earliest inhabitants.

Loyna people.

These resilient people with black hair and yellow skin lived along the Lorne River basin. After losing all the world-renowned city-states, the bloodlines of the princesses and princes of the traditional rulers were also on the verge of extinction.

Farming and fishing were conducted freely and unstructured, without any centralized urban order.

Kohol, Norfos, and Valantis all considered conquering them and seizing their lands.

But all ended in failure.

The Roynar are too "Dorn," truly indomitable.

What about the dragon kings of ancient Valyria?
They will fight to the death anyway.

I've never fought him, but I'm not convinced either.

"The villages of the Loyna people are scattered across golden fields. How much grain must they have accumulated over the years?"

Amon's wicked scheme.

Of course, he would not send people to plunder, much less personally collect grain.

That's going too far.

But now, besides his outside force, there are also countless Dothraki people scattered into large and small groups on the golden plains.

How did the Dothraki fill their stomachs if they didn't engage in productive labor?
Robbery, robbery, and more robbery!

After the Dothraki finished looting, Prince Aemon defeated the invaders and returned the grain to the Rhoynar who had been plundered.

This isn't despicable, is it?

Yes, definitely not.

Aemon smiled, took off his clothes which were stained with the stench of dragons, and jumped into the cool, clear stream.

Only by solving the food problem and stabilizing Nasastar's rule can we better defeat Kohol and Norfos and reap the rewards of victory.

……

half a month later.

A village located in the middle reaches of the Lorne River.

"Pick up your weapons and kill these raiders!"

Jaqen, a Rhoynar man whose ancestors had the blood of princes, watched in fury as the Dothraki rode through fences, killing men, raping women, and stealing food. He picked up a pitchfork.

He is young and brave.

While a Dothraki was pinning down a neighboring woman, he raised a pitchfork and plunged it into her back. The rare iron pitchfork head easily pierced the flesh, and blood gushed out after he twisted it.

One Dothraki died, and a second attacked.

Jia Kun killed the hideous invader again, panting heavily and almost unable to stand.

Turning around, one sees more than fifty male villagers, armed with various farm tools and a few old weapons, desperately resisting the Dothraki warhorses and scimitars.

A dozen or so Dothraki can easily raid a village.

Despite their valiant resistance, the situation could not be reversed.

(End of this chapter)