Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 352 Sweeping Across the Golden Plains
"It's over!"

Seeing his neighbors brought down by the scimitar, Jia Kun was overcome with grief, and his knees buckled, almost causing him to kneel.

A person's energy and spirit are extremely important.

Having lost their spirit of resistance, they could not even stand steadily and were willing to bow their heads and accept slaughter.

Rumble!
Suddenly, the ground outside the village trembled slightly, and a cloud of dust rose into the distance.

Hearing the commotion, Jia Kun turned his head and saw a heavily armored cavalry unit charging towards him.

My heart sank, and I became increasingly pessimistic.

The scene was exactly the same when the Dothraki came before.

"Flank them, don't let a single one escape!"

The leading cavalryman was tall and imposing. He commanded half of his cavalry to attack first, riding across the collapsed fence and surrounding the Dothraki who were entangled by the villagers.

"Damn it, they're 'Dragon Slayer's' lackeys, get out of here!"

The Dothraki were terrified. They abandoned the woman they had abducted and fled with only a few bags of grain.

The Valley Knights would never give them a chance.

The cavalry commander took the lead, brandishing his half-sword, and caught up with the Dothraki leader, beheading him with a single strike.

Shortly afterward, all the Dothraki were killed.

"who are you?"

Jia Kun gripped the pitchfork tightly, questioning him warily.

On the shield carried by the cavalry commander was a badge depicting "a red castle on a white background".

That appears to be the insignia of a noble family in Westeros.

"Houghton Redford, from the Redford family of the Red Fortress in the Valley, is the current commander of the Knights of the Valley."

Horton took off his helmet, revealing an ordinary but resolute face.

"Red Benz...?"

Jia Kun looked blank; he had never even heard of it.

Horton seemed a bit awkward, managing a forced, friendly smile: "You're safe now."

The same scene unfolded in many villages along the Lorne River.

The conclusion was that the fleeing Dothraki had entered the village, and the Knights of the Valley were sent to provide assistance in their extermination.

The Valley Knights were responsible for taking the villagers away from the villages that suffered heavy losses, with even their houses burned down, and relocating them to Na Sa Star for a temporary stay.

The village where Jia Kun lived was then burned to the ground.

After the surviving villagers discussed the matter, they used the angry shouts from the farmland or wheelbarrows to load up with food and their injured neighbors, and left with Horton's troops who were returning to Na Sa Star to request supplies.

After three days, they arrived at Na Sa Star.

"Isn't this place just ruins now?"

Jia Kun was dumbfounded.

Looking at the restored white marble battlements and wooden city gates, I have been amazed countless times in the past three days.

But I still couldn't help being... shocked.

The villagers who were traveling with them were overjoyed and followed Horton's troops through the city gate.

Initially, they decided to leave because the village was destroyed and the Dothraki were wandering the golden plains with nowhere safe to go.

However, they were equally apprehensive when facing the unfamiliar Valley Knights.

If their food is stolen along the way, or even if they are killed to silence them, they will have nowhere to turn for help.

Fortunately, nothing bad happened.

"drive!"

Just then, shouts came from behind, and a cavalry unit crossed the bridge over the shallows of the Na'en River and ran to the city gate.

Jia Kun glanced at it and instantly became alert.

This cavalry force consisted not only of Valley Knights clad in plate armor, but also half of them were Dosraks.

The strangest thing was that there were several conspicuous people riding horses following behind the procession.

He had black hair and yellow skin, wore ordinary coarse linen clothes, and haphazardly donned leather armor or helmets. He carried various weapons, including longswords, scimitars, and bows and arrows.

They didn't look like soldiers; they looked more like local Loyna villagers.

This is true.

"Horton, I have more people than the ones you brought back."

Addison Tollett of Ashenvale laughed heartily, patting the full plate armor forged and bestowed upon him by Prince Aemon in his youth, looking utterly smug.

Horton remained expressionless and ignored them, instead saying to Jaqen and the others, "Don't be afraid. His Highness the Prince has gathered many Dothraki people, and they are not with those who plundered you."

Jia Kun and the others believed this.

Because the Dothraki who raided their villages, as well as the Dothraki they encountered along the way, were all wiped out by the other side.

They are definitely not the same group.

"To eradicate evil completely" was the order given by Aemon.

He needed to win over the homeless Loyna people, so naturally he couldn't let them become suspicious of Na'Sastar's Dothraki cavalry.

The practice of harboring bandits to enhance one's own power is not uncommon at any time or in any place.

Killing them all would avoid this trouble.

Moreover, a group of inhuman Dothraki bandits who wantonly plunder, rape, and slaughter are not worth recruiting or utilizing.

……

The upper reaches of the Qin En River.

A town of Rhoynar people is located here, with the Norfols Hills to the north and the Kohol Forest to the east.

At this moment, a group of several thousand Dothraki launched a surprise attack, breached the city gates, and entered the city to plunder indiscriminately.

"do not want!"

"Put out the fire quickly..."

Susem al-Qao ​​had a ferocious face. He beheaded a garrison soldier with his scimitar and ordered his men to kill, loot, and burn everything.

After being defeated by a dragon king riding a dragon, the elite tribe he led was scattered.

According to scouts, many scattered warriors were killed by the "Dragon Slayer's" subordinates, and even the Karasa, which was on its migration route, was wiped out, leaving only a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people to run back to the Great Grass Sea.

"Ah! Damn it!"

Susemkao's temper flared up. He dismounted, grabbed a fleeing woman, and pinned her to the ground without even looking at her age or appearance.

"Awooo..."

Just then, a strange roar, unique to the Dothraki, rang out and grew louder and louder.

Frustrated, Sysemkao suddenly turned around: "If they're not stealing, who's causing trouble?!"

"Something terrible has happened!" A scout rode up on horseback, his face anxious: "Kao, it's..."

call out!
Before he could finish speaking, a sharp arrow pierced the back of his head, the iron arrowhead protruding from his eye socket.

Blood mixed with brain matter splattered onto Sysemkao's face.

Before he could even get angry, Sysemkao wiped away the blood and saw a Dothraki cavalry force of several thousand men charge into the city and begin slaughtering his own soldiers.

The most outrageous thing was that he found those guys wielding scimitars strangely familiar.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that TMD was a member of the tribe who followed Karasa.

"Sysem is over here!"

A former minor commander recognized Sysem Kao in the crowd at a glance, excitedly grabbed his scimitar, spurred his horse, and led his men to charge over.

"You're all insane! I'm your Kao!"

Susemkao, his anger rising, stood still and continued to berate as usual.

The young commander and his men did not slow down at all, raising their scimitars high, their faces showing only excitement at killing and gaining merit.

"asshole!!"

Startled, Semkao realized he was outnumbered and climbed onto his horse to flee.

More than ten days of wandering turned him into a frightened bird.

"Chase him, don't let him get away!"

"White Bear" Harlow leads his team, and upon hearing of the riots, they seek out the fleeing Semkao, immediately staging a chase where neither can escape.

The army consisted of three hundred men and three thousand prisoners assigned to him by Prince Aemon, specifically tasked with suppressing the Dothraki who roamed the Golden Plains.

Norfoss's strategy of using one barbarian to control another was used against him by Imon.

Sem al-Qaeda was inherently cruel and unpopular.

The captured Dothraki worshipped Aemon, and since their wives and sisters were settled on Na'Sa, they naturally wouldn't remember the former Khal's kindness.

Upon seeing the other person, all I wanted to do was cut off their head and claim credit.

While the living Khal is certainly admirable, the dead Khal is even more heartwarming.

boom--

The clouds on the horizon churned wildly, and a bronze dragon tore through the clouds, flapping its enormous brown wings as it swooped down over the town.

"I actually ran into them?"

Imon's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Sysemkao running out of town and fleeing for his life.

This guy is really shameless; he even painted the red and blue stripes on his upper body again.

They stand out in the crowd.

"Dragon Flame!"

Then what are we waiting for? Let's just take action!

“Hiss—”

With a roar, Vomisol flapped its wings and lowered its head, spewing out billowing dragon flames that resembled molten copper.

A chorus of screams and wails filled the air as a large number of Dothraki cavalrymen who had fled with Sysemkao perished.

The dragon's flames remained undiminished, forming viscous pillars of fire resembling volcanic eruptions that continuously pounded the ground as the bronze dragon glided through the air.

"No no no!"

Sysem Kao frantically whipped his warhorse, only to see the bronze-blazing dragon flames closing in step by step, soon to be right behind him.

"Kao! Kao..."

The Blood Alliance Guards beside him looked terrified and, in this critical moment, sought Káo's advice.

"Get away!"

Susemkao's eyes widened in terror; he was completely terrified. Instead of paying attention to the Blood Oath Guards, he brandished his whip and sent the troublesome ones flying.

One of the blood oath guards was nearby and was unlucky enough to be knocked off his horse.

boom--

Before he could roll over and get up, a pillar of dragon flames engulfed him, instantly burning him into a carbonized mess.

Susemkao was terrified and desperately tried to escape, but he couldn't get out of the dragon's flames' pursuit.

As it drew closer, the intense heat scorched his hair and eyebrows, and caused blisters to form on his skin.

"No, I am Kao!"

Susemkao let out a final scream as the bronze-colored dragon flames engulfed him and his horse, then casually turned and burned them.

Imon glanced down at it, completely unconcerned.

"Roar……!"

A flicker of interest flashed in Vomisol's bronze-black vertical pupils. He was quite satisfied with the scorched earth created by the dragon flames. He flapped his wings, creating a gale that scattered the incomplete, carbonized corpses.

The melee ended shortly afterward.

Most of the town was burned down, but fortunately, Imon arrived with his men in time, and the number of casualties among the residents was not large.

"I am Aemon, born of Bronze and Fire of the Targaryens, Prince of the Vale, Prince of Myr, Lord of the Arm of Dorne, Protector of the Realms of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains..."

Aemon dismounted from the dragon's back and stood before the tens of thousands of gathered residents, proclaiming loudly: "Norfoss is tyrannical, hiring the Dothraki to plunder the Golden Fields. Now, Semkao has been executed, and you are saved!"

"Are you the 'Dragon Slayer'?"

"The shackles broken, the people of Mill and Slave Bay liberated..."

"..."

Tens of thousands of residents chattered amongst themselves, having long heard of the renowned "Dragon Slayer" of the Great Grass Sea. And since most of them were Royna people, they naturally had a favorable impression of the "Shacklebreaker."

Most importantly, the other party did indeed save them by riding a dragon.

"Gentlemen, I will wipe out the Dothraki bandits of the Golden Plains and restore peace to the planet Na'Sa."

Amon was already adept at winning people's hearts, and he raised his arms and shouted:
"Your town has been destroyed, and there are still bandits outside who have not been captured. I have settled in the old capital of the Warrior Queen Namelia. If anyone is in trouble, they can go there to ask me for help!"

While ostensibly seeking help, it clearly had a strong connotation of soliciting favors.

But the residents of Rhoyna, who had just been plundered, were filled with unease and only wanted to seek the protection of a kind and strong person.

And the "Dragon Slayer" and the "Shacklebreaker" stood right before them.

Especially upon hearing the name of Nasa, the old capital of the warrior queen Namelia, the residents of the city, who often reminisced about the prosperous days of the Loyna people, were instantly captivated.

Na Saxing!

Nasa Star, rebuilt by the "Dragon Slayer" Amon, is it not the very dwelling bestowed upon it by Mother Lorne?
In an instant, many residents had the idea of ​​migrating, cheering and shouting as they looked at the renowned Imon and Vomisor.

"Dragon slayer!"

“Aemon Targaryen…”

(End of this chapter)