Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 357 Battle of Dagger Lake (Seeking monthly votes)
They received news that the Sea Serpents were going to attack the town of Velonseth and Sá Meyer, and that the Sea Serpents had broken into a brothel overnight to capture Aegon.

Amon remained silent for a moment.

……

Five days later.

Imon returned to Nasa, following behind the tail of the bronze dragon, an army that stretched as far as the eye could see, and wagons laden with provisions.

Victory and food supplies directly laid the foundation for the city's revival.

Warrior's Palace.

Imon met with Helena and Torero separately and gained a new understanding of the reconstruction of Nasa.

With more people, the progress is faster.

The clearing of silt from the stream, the removal of building ruins, and the restoration of the palace have been completed.

"not bad."

Imon looked around and saw that the palace complex, which was originally the palace of the Warrior Queen Nymeria, had been largely restored to its former glory, with the Warrior Palace at its center.

The palace is surrounded by numerous streams, blooming flowerbeds, and artificial hills.

All that's missing is a tree grove and a fountain pool.

"Your Highness, the person you requested has been brought up."

When Dandoke arrived with his men, a Dothraki guard spoke on his behalf.

"Okay, you guys go out."

Imon washed his hands in the stream and turned to see a slightly haggard-looking Mor walk in.

"Hey, what happened to you? You look terrible after just a few days!"

Seeing that he was not doing well, Eamon was in high spirits.

Mohr gave an awkward smile: "Your Highness, you are joking."

He was living a good life, treated to good food and drinks, and looked after by only a silly little girl who rarely made things difficult for him.

Upon hearing the news of the fall of Norfolk, he had nightmares for several days in a row.

That's Norfolk in the hills.

Ordinary people would encounter various obstacles and have to give up even when trekking through the Norfolk Hills.

Bicohort has a greater geographical advantage.

Such a remote and fortified city was so easily breached.

Moore felt a chill run down his spine.

His previous reliance was that Kohol had the support of Norfos and Valantis, and would not be easily taken over by the Iron Throne.

Therefore, even if he was captured and his son Thorin rebelled, he was not flustered.

Seeing his expression, Aemon delivered another piece of news that chilled him to the bone: "Breaking news: the Sea Serpents have captured Valantius, and the Tiger and Elephant factions have retreated to the town of Velonseth, which will soon be captured."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Er fainted on the spot with a "ga".

"Why!?"

Imon was greatly alarmed.

What are you doing? Isn't this a blatant attempt to scam someone?
Aemon quickly stepped forward and slapped the hideous old face several times, and the man opened his eyes.

"Stop, I'm awake..."

Moore's face was swollen from the slap, and he struggled incoherently.

"Oh, you're awake!"

Reluctantly, Immon let go, gently helped the person up, and said in a serious tone, "You're awake? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Look, he got slapped several times.

Moore's eyes were deep and unfathomable as he rubbed his loose molars.

Aemon smiled nonchalantly, saying, "Think what you want."

"Your Highness, my ancestor was indeed the Dragon King Orion; we are distant relatives!"

Mo's eyes reddened, and he began to play the emotional card.

But there was no affection between them.

Imon's smile vanished, and he said coldly, "If you defile the Dragon King's bloodline again, I will strip you naked, slit your throat to drain your blood, and hang you on the city wall of Nasa Star."

"Yes!"

Moor was startled and quickly lowered his head.

Imon snorted and ordered his men to take him away and lock him in the newly prepared cell.

He didn't care whether Mor possessed the blood of a true dragon or whether his ancestor was the Dragon King Orion.

So many generations have passed, and the bloodline has long since become diluted.

But he cannot claim to be a descendant of the Dragon King.

In today's world, anyone who dares to claim to be a descendant of the Dragon King and take on a Dragon King's surname is provoking the Targaryens.

He's courting death!
After everyone left, Eamon called Lannino over.

"Cousin, did you call me for something?"

Lannino had a simple and honest look on his face, showing no sign of the deep cunning of his father, the Sea Serpent.

Aemon got straight to the point: "I'm going to fight at Dagger Lake. I'll take the Second Sons and the Knights of the Four Thousand Valleys with me. Harold and Single Doke will continue sweeping the Golden Fields. I plan to leave you on Na'Sa to appease the Roynar people and keep them here."

"But I can be of even greater help on the battlefield."

Lannino immediately panicked.

Aemon understood his meaning and said, “These Rhoynar people followed me because they were homeless and filled with hatred. Now that they have taken their revenge, they may very well return to where they came from. Someone needs to persuade them to stay.”

Lannino was about to say something.

"Furthermore, Dagger Lake is vast, no smaller than God's Eye Lake in the Riverlands. The enemy will definitely use the Lorne River for waterborne warfare to avoid the dragon's air raids."

“The Loyna people are native to the Loyna River. If you could organize a water force to help me, that would be wonderful.”

Imon clearly explained the gains and losses, hoping Lannino would understand.

Lannino hesitated for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Okay, then leave this to me."

"You are my best assistant, cousin."

Amon smiled.

Lannino is the heir to House Valerian. He can fly on a dragon's back and swim in water, making him a true all-rounder on land, sea, and air.

As the Valerian of "Salt and Sea," he was highly compatible with the Rhoyna people.

……

The next day.

Aemon led three cavalry units, traveling along the upper reaches of the Lorne River, into the Dagger Lake region. There they encountered Damon head-on.

"What are you here for?"

Damon's expression remained indifferent.

Aemon didn't give him a friendly look either, sneering, "With the Valantis army mobilized and Kohor hiring a large number of mercenaries, if I don't come, you'll be getting a beating."

To reiterate, what are the characteristics of a free trade city-state?
money!
No free trade city-state is poor; it can recruit an army of 100,000 with money.

Norfoss is an example.

But mercenaries are generally not good people, and they usually have little credibility, so recruiting them doesn't necessarily make them useful.

Semkao is an example.

"Since you're here, come with me to the camp."

Damon smiled nonchalantly, turned his horse around, and set off.

The more helpers you have, the better.

Aemon mounted the dragon's back and followed it to the so-called camp.

They met in the upper reaches of the Lorne River, and after traveling east across the shallows of the Gynt River, they finally saw the three red dragon flags hanging at the camp dozens of kilometers east of Dagger Lake.

Damon explained, “The combined forces of the two city-states are guarding Dagger Lake and the middle reaches of the Lorne River. To avoid being surrounded and attacked from behind by this combined force and Corhol, we have to stay far away.”

He left troops in A. Noy ​​to block Kohor's southward advance.

But war is not child's play, and it allows no room for carelessness.

Even the slightest risk must be avoided.

Immanuel understood.

When they encountered each other earlier, it was Damon who was surveying the terrain and looking for a favorable point of attack.

Upon arriving at the camp, we found it filled with Dothraki people and horse manure.

Surprisingly, one could occasionally see some Royna faces.

Damon: "You've made quite a stir. You've managed to gather these people, and I'll also take the opportunity to recruit some cannon fodder."

Aemon sneered, but he also understood the disparity in strength between Daemon's side and the combined forces of the two city-states.

Damon led over 20,000 Slark cavalry, 2,000 Loyna warriors, and an additional few thousand Slarks stationed in A Noy, and several thousand more in his town.

The grain was transported and stored from Ries before, and some was also looted along the way.

The combined forces of the two cities consisted of 30,000 slave soldiers, a naval fleet of 5,000 men, and more than a dozen mercenary groups recruited at cost, totaling approximately 20,000 to 30,000 men.

The combined number of troops he and Damon led was 36,000.

Less than half of what the other party received.

"We can fight, and we have the advantage."

Imon was full of confidence.

Without water-based strength, it's still 30,000 against 60,000; a head-on confrontation is definitely not going to be a win.

But he has Vomisol, which is 300,000 to 60,000, so he has a good chance of winning.

When have you decided to make your move?

"Imon asked."

Damon glanced at him and pondered, "The allied forces of the two cities transport grain from Valantis every ten days. The last grain transport was eight days ago."

Imon understood immediately: "Okay, then eight days from now."

Once outside the tent, there was nothing to do.

Imon took out the stream fishing rod he had redeemed from the panel and went to the shallows of the Gynt River to fish.

Since there's no fear of being assassinated, one can simply act as if no one is around.

Last time I caught a giant turtle in the river, it gave me a treasure chest, and inside I found a yellow goat cub.

The Roy system still has some good aspects.

Keep up the good work.

Then, this fishing trip lasted for eight days.

The camp of the allied forces from the two cities.

Its location is secluded, hidden in the bushes on the west bank of Dagger Lake, where boats of all sizes drift on the lake.

At this moment, an argument broke out in the camp.

The representative of Valantis was furious and cursed, "The sea serpents have occupied Valantis and are using the city's nobles to blackmail us. If this continues, we will have to withdraw our troops."

"We're facing Damon Targaryen. Are you confident you can defeat him?"

Representative Kohol, an elderly man, asked the question in a slow and deliberate manner.

"Then let it drag on like this. Do you know how much food the army eats every day? It's all bought with real money."

The Valantis provided all the supplies for this operation, which explains why the representative is so resentful.

Representative Kohor remained unfazed, slowly replying, "Kohor has lost so many towns and villages; the value of the losses is incalculable. What can we do about it?"

That roguish, bachelor-like demeanor, if not exactly inherited from Moore, was exactly the same.

"hehe."

The commanders of several large mercenary groups who had gathered in the tent to listen to the discussion couldn't help but laugh.

boom--

The next second, a giant wave more than ten meters high surged on the calm surface of Dagger Lake, causing boats on the shore to tumble up and down, and creating an earthquake-like tremor.

Representative Valantis nearly lost his balance, grabbing the table for support, and exclaimed in astonishment, "What happened?"

Before he could finish speaking, the leaders of several mercenary groups had already rushed out of the tent to check the situation outside.

The sky was dark and the air was filled with a faint smell of copper rust.

"By the goddess of lust!"

A mercenary leader from Lisbon stared blankly, uttering the most shocking exclamation of his life.

“Hiss—”

A terrifying dragon, its body covered in bronze scales and the size of a giant mountain, soared through the air. The shadows were its wings that blotted out the sun, and the giant waves were the bronze flames it spewed out.

"Awooo..."

Suddenly, familiar and chilling howls and cries echoed from both sides of Dagger Lake, accompanied by the chaotic pounding of horses' hooves, and a slight tremor ran through the ground.

At that moment, several signal arrows shot into the air, and firecrackers exploded with sparks.

Enemy forces are attacking!

With a calm expression, Imon spotted the hundreds of small boats hidden on the western shore of Dagger Lake and immediately ordered, "Burn them all, Vomisol."

(End of this chapter)