Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 354 Conquering Norfos (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
“Hiss—”

With a long howl, Vomisol flapped its wings and leaped down the hill, gliding as it caught up with the fleeing rout.

"A dragon! It's a dragon!!"

The tall governor glanced back and his face immediately contorted.

The slave soldiers were even worse off than him; they knelt down on the spot, begging for the dragon's forgiveness and praying for the gods' protection.

"Dragon Flame!"

Aemon's expression was indifferent, showing no extra compassion.

Vormisor unleashed a burst of dragonfire, instantly incinerating the routed army below.

boom--

The tall governor was only focused on shouting and yelling. His warhorse could not escape the dragon flames and turned into a charred corpse. As the warhorse ran, it fell and smashed, and man and horse became a pile of mud.

Vomisol flew away slowly, joining the already one-sided war.

With two bursts of dragon flame, the battlefield was divided into several parts, and the slave soldiers completely lost their will to resist, allowing the enemy to slaughter them mercilessly.

"Kill him."

Aemon glanced at it and thought to himself, "Kill them all, then break through the mechanically functioning Norfoss."

The battle lasted for a day and a night.

Unfortunately, things did not turn out as Imon had hoped.

Halfway through the killing, Bartoto jumped out and stopped the army from continuing to kill the slave soldiers.

The reason is simple.

"They're just slaves. What's the use of killing them? Who will work for us after that?"

Bartoto spoke with certainty and assured that he would control the slave soldiers and make them the vanguard in the attack on Norfos.

When the request was delivered to Eamon, the dwarf warrior with a gray beard looked earnest, his blue eyes blinking disgustingly.

Imon told him to get lost.

In this way, the expeditionary army grew to more than 40,000 men.

What followed was that the provisions and supplies originally intended for 60,000 people were enough to feed and sustain the current 80,000-strong army for a month.

Even if Norfolk cannot be captured in one attack, it can be stationed outside the city, without being in a hurry for a quick victory or defeat.

"not enough."

Immon pondered for a moment.

Damon has likely cleared obstacles in the area between Dagger Lake and Heartbreaklands in the middle reaches of the Lorne River and is preparing to head north to Corhol or south to Valantis.

There are no battle reports from the Sea Serpent yet, but given the intense fighting between him and Norfos, Valentis must be aware of it.

The 60,000 slaves that Norfolk mobilized this time were clearly the result of draining all available soldiers.

Unless the governors of Norfoss are fools, they wouldn't consider defeating him with 60,000 slave soldiers in the open terrain of the Golden Plains, or capturing the cities of Gödoho and Nasastar.

The most likely explanation is that Kohol and Valantis have informed them that the new Three Cities Alliance, formed by the three parties, plans to unite their forces and make some big move.

It's either Damon or the Sea Serpent; these two sides will be the main battleground.

Valantis was too far away, and the battlefield was at sea.

Most likely, the problem lies with Damon.

Valantis would send a large army upstream to ambush Damon's forces, preventing them from advancing south and incidentally helping Kohol reclaim lost territory.

"We still need to finish this quickly."

After clearing his mind, Imon took out paper and pen to write a letter to the sea serpent, and then the army set off.

……

News of the army's annihilation spread like wildfire back to Norfolk.

"It's over!"

A governor, his face ashen, exclaimed in terror, "All 60,000 troops are gone! Norfos is doomed!"

The two wars emptied the city's military strength.

Even if they squeezed in a little more, they still couldn't squeeze out many slave soldiers to fight.

There are some mercenaries in the city, but their numbers are small and their character cannot be guaranteed.

There's a very high chance they took the money and then ran away.

"Shut up, think about how to survive!"

The red-haired governor, filled with shock and rage, slammed his fist on the table.

That's as if nobody knew Norfoss was going to be finished.

"Where is Kohol?"

The only female governor present, an old woman whose beauty had faded, roared with a ferocious expression, "We are fighting for Kohor, and now we are in dire straits ourselves, while Kohor has disappeared."

Yes!

The governors frowned, all extremely dissatisfied with Kohol's turtle-like behavior.

Although the free trade city-states rise and fall together, Norfos, as an ally, suffered heavy losses, and Kohor's actions were tantamount to betraying his ally.

"Run!"

"Yes, the bearded monks have divine protection, but we don't."

"I support this proposal..."

Everyone started talking at once, and they all got up and left their seats, intending to go home and pack their bags.

boom--

As soon as I stepped outside, a deafening roar, as if tearing through the wind, echoed through the sky.

"what's the situation?"

The governors looked up in confusion, and then witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A terrifying dragon, its body covered in bronze scales and exuding an ancient aura, appeared, easily breaking through the gray haze and mist on the Norfos Hill, revealing its massive, mountain-like, hard body.

“Hiss—”

Vomisol raised his head and roared, the thunderous sound reverberating throughout the city of Norfos, creating an invisible wave of sound.

clang!clang!clang!
The three giant bells hanging on the city wall hummed and rang out in a rapid and chaotic manner.

The residents heard the bell, but couldn't tell what the instruction was; it was just a random, aimless ringing of the bell.

It certainly wasn't the bearded monk who struck the bell; they weren't that fast.

Rumbling--

Aemon rode Vormisor around the unassuming temple, his massive dragon body gliding past the row of bell towers, the hurricanes whipped by his wings nearly overturning the three giant bells.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

A governor, quick-witted and agile, took off running.

The other governors, upon seeing this, also snapped out of their shock and fear and fled home under the protection of their guards.

Their property is still in the mansion; if they don't take the money, what hope is there for them to live?

"Dragonfire, Vormisor!"

After surveying Novus, Imon rode his dragon back to the lower city at the foot of the mountain and gave the order to burn the wooden walls.

Attacking a city-state that has been depleted of its military strength and lacks intelligence requires absolutely no effort.

Mount the dragon and lead your army to charge forward.

They advanced with unstoppable momentum, barely encountering scouts or fortified strongholds, and directly attacked the main city of Norfos.

"Come on!!"

Bartoto, riding his mountain pony, was the first to enter the lower city, brandishing his warhammer at the terrified slave guards.

With two loud bangs, several people were killed.

In an instant, the slaves guarding the city trembled with fear, dropped their spears, and fled the city.

The Dothraki are terrifying.

But the dragons I saw with my own eyes were countless times more terrifying than any army.

Who can stop it?

"Attack! Don't let the nobles escape!" "White Bear" Harlow charged forward, killing the fleeing city guard slaves, and ran wildly toward the Stairs of Sinners.

It is common knowledge that nobles of high lineage reside in the upper city.

The mud-covered folks living in the relatively warm, less windy, but muddy lower town had no reason to plunder.

Horton led his troops into the city, surveyed the chaotic lower city, and rationally said, "Take over the city's defenses, appease the civilians in the lower city, and focus on the nobles and monks in the upper city. Do not harass the civilians."

The benevolence of chivalry.

"Leave this to me. You go to the upper city and follow the Prince's orders."

Robert was used to this kind of work and took over smoothly.

The second sons' group took control of the lower city, and Horton dismounted and led his men to rush up the upper city.

Harlow, who hesitated to dismount, was greatly dissatisfied, but restrained himself due to the other party's status, and led the Dothraki to charge forward.

The sinner's staircase is long and steep.

But for the nobles of the upper city at this time, they wished it were longer and steeper, to delay the enemy's attack.

boom!
Horton burst through the first closed door of the governor's mansion, killed the slave guards who rushed at him, and began looting the granaries and treasuries.

So does everyone else.

That's how sieges work: once you get into the city and take out the defending soldiers, all that's left is to loot to your heart's content.

Norfoss's upper and lower towns are clearly separated.

The lower city still had some garrison forces, while the upper city relied entirely on the private retinues of the nobles.

Although they were stronger, they were outnumbered.

boom--

Vormisor landed slowly, folded its huge dragon wings, and planted its shoulders on the ground.

In front of the dragon's head is a temple in the style of a wooden building.

At this moment, the temple doors were tightly shut, and not a single candle could be seen through the wooden windows.

"They're hiding like cowards now."

Amon chuckled and was about to push open the door.

"Your Highness, wait for me."

Bartoto ran over quickly, his short, stocky body panting heavily, and pushed open the temple door first.

"I'll do it for you, so the monks won't resort to underhanded tricks."

His face was indignant, and he had a lot of complaints about the monks.

Squeak!

The old gate was wide open, the bolt groaning shrilly, and the inside was pitch black.

Aemon had excellent eyesight and could clearly see a group of monks of varying ages, all with thick beards, sitting cross-legged inside the temple, dressed in untanned animal skins.

At first glance, it seems like a group of landlord-class monks from a certain highland region before it was opened to the public.

Fierce, savage, and treacherous.

The leader, an old, lean, bearded monk, knelt before a stone statue with an unfamiliar animal head and human body, his hands clasped together.

“That is the deity worshipped in the temple.”

Seeing this, Bartoto's impatience subsided, and he tiptoed and whispered to them.

It's interesting to say.

In Kohor, a city-state governed by religion, the hooded priests explicitly told their followers that the deity they worshipped was the "Black Goat."

Norfoss, however, is different. The temple is a secret order, and everything is based on the rules of the bearded monk.

Apart from them and senior believers, ordinary nobles and commoners did not even know the names of the gods they worshipped.

In this model, Norfos's faith is very limited, unlike the Seven Gods, the Old Gods, the Black Goat, the Night Lion, and other gods who have a wide range of followers.

“You will be punished for offending the gods.”

After the bearded monk finished reciting the scriptures, he knelt down, turned around, and stared at the two people at the door with his cloudy old eyes.

"Did your god tell you that you would die today?"

With composure, Imon slowly drew "Lady of Emptiness" from his waist.

This time there's no need to remember, just like a woman who has drunk her fill of blood.

"Death is simply surrendering to the embrace of the gods."

The bearded monk shook his head, his face stiff: "Norfoss worships this god. The temple and the monks are the sacred places and messengers connecting the god. If you kill us, you will surely suffer the consequences."

It sounded very mysterious, but the implication was simply that they were to be kept there to appease the nobles and commoners of Norfolk.

This is clearly a surrenderist statement.

"It's not necessary."

As he spoke, Imon walked up to the bearded monk, as if a victor were accepting the kneeling of a vanquished.

"you……"

The bearded monk looked up, as if he wanted to say something.

puff!
With a swing of his sword, Aemon sent the bald, bearded head flying into the air. The headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood spurting from its neck.

Bartoto was taken aback, his finger trembling slightly as he pointed at the corpse.

They just killed him without warning.

Is the prince really that decisive?
"What are you still looking at? Why not kill them and keep them for the festival?"

Amon glanced back, his expression one of utter disgust.

He claimed to have a deep-seated hatred for the monks, yet he didn't even dare to lay a hand on them.

He only exchanged a few words with the bearded monk because they were about ten meters apart and it was just casual conversation.

Do you really think he likes to chat?

"Avenge the High Priest!"

"Killed the heretic..."

In the next instant, the monks swarmed up, drawing daggers and spikes and lunging at Imon.

Imon scoffed, and with a few swift strokes, he killed most of the strong and sturdy savage monks.

"I'm here to help."

Bartoto was stunned for a long time, then picked up his warhammer and charged, smashing it around in a fit of rage. One blow to the chest was instantly crushed.

Why not the head?
Because it's not big enough, it can only hit your chest at most.

Soon, all the monks in the temple were killed, leaving behind corpses and bloodstains everywhere.

"Is this the god you worship? He looks strange?"

With his hands resting on the hilt of his sword, Aemon casually surveyed the statue of the beast-headed, human-bodied deity without even breaking a sweat.

The gods of this world are not formless or shapeless; they all clearly show their forms to believers.

For example, the seven gods with one god and seven bodies, the old god's weirwood, the goat of the black goat, and the lion of the night lion.

It's not human-shaped, it's either a plant or an animal.

This is the first time I've ever seen a creature with an animal head and a human body.

"It never protected us."

Bartoto glanced at it, then forcibly looked away, abandoning his former faith.

He resolved from then on to worship only the warhammer in his hand and the dragon, for these were the only things that could protect his family and the true gods.

Aemon smiled, saw that the temple was empty and there was nothing of value, touched the stone carving and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, Your Highness."

Bartoto suddenly spoke.

He lay on the base of the stone sculpture, his head protruding into the shadows behind it, and pulled out a scroll of parchment.

"There's treasure here!"

(End of this chapter)