Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 362 Dragon Stone Secret Technique (Surgery, it hurts so much, please vote!)

"Oh?" Imon became interested.

The dragonbone bow was already a rare item, but it turned out to be just a free gift.

He examined the three oddly shaped arrows in the box carefully, hoping to discern the special nature of the magic.

Robert, who was beside him, was also watching, and the sharpshooter's keen senses detected the unusual nature of the three arrows.

The most obvious difference is the shape of the arrow.

Besides the different shafts, the arrowheads of each arrow are also different.

The arrowheads are made of obsidian, silver-gray steel, and silver mixed with red crystals, respectively.

"Your Highness, let me explain it to you."

Almo's expression was solemn.

“Alright.” Imon put away his casualness and said seriously, “Let me also witness the exquisite skills of a top blacksmith.”

Almo nodded, pointed to the three magic arrows, and said in turn:
"The first magic arrow was made of dragon crystal, also known as the obsidian arrow. It was crafted by Master Mosen and imbued with special runes, giving it the power to pierce through all armor, even Valyrian steel and dragon scales."

It is extremely powerful, but its weaknesses are also obvious.

Due to the fragile nature of obsidian, this magic arrow can only be used once.

It breaks easily when used.

"The second magic arrow is made of Valyrian steel. It is the culmination of Master Aririg's life's work, imbued with a light magic that can unleash incredible speed, specifically designed to hunt powerful creatures."

Its power is three times stronger than the previous obsidian arrow.

Moreover, it is the only one of the three magic arrows without any defects, and if properly maintained, it can be passed down for generations.

Hunting giants, pterosaurs, and sea monsters is no problem for them.

"The third magic arrow is made from meteorite iron from outer space and the fire ore you gave me."

At this point, Almo looked up at Imon and said in a deep voice, "It was forged by my master's master, the oldest blacksmith."

"The meteorite iron from outer space endows it with a solid nature, and the fire essence ore gives it a scorching flame. Any creature hit by it will be burned by the flames, becoming nourishment for sharpening the meteorite iron arrow shaft."

The ability to directly unleash intense flames is no longer a technology of our time.

However, it also has a fatal flaw.

At Almo's prompting, Imon saw the arrowhead of the third arrow clearly. It was made primarily of silver meteorite iron, with three fiery red rhomboid crystals inlaid on its surface using a special technique.

That is the core of the process of melting and reforging fire ore to amplify the extraterrestrial meteorite iron.

"The fire magic bursts forth from the fire ore. Each time it is used, a piece of fire ore will be broken. After three uses, the arrow will be tempered into the strongest and sharpest arrow in the world, but at the same time, the power of the fire will be exhausted."

"I see." Imon was filled with respect.

To put it bluntly, the most dangerous time for this magic arrow is during its first three uses.

According to the old blacksmith, the burning flames were far more lethal than Valyrian steel arrows.

Aside from the "dragons," the darlings of fire magic, which can kill any creature.

Almo held the wooden box in both hands, a hint of sorrow flashing in his eyes: "Now, they are yours."

"Thank you, Master Almo."

Aemon accepted them solemnly, feeling not only delight at receiving three magic arrows but also a surge of respect.

The forging techniques inherited from ancient Valyria were indeed far superior to the ordinary skills he had learned.

This is a technological crushing victory.

"You don't need to thank me, just make good use of these three magic arrows."

Almo dared not accept the answer and went on to explain some more details.

After the three magic arrows were forged, each was given a name by its creator.

Almo called out names one by one.

Sith: Obsidian Arrow, High Valyrian translation, invincible.

Neil: Valyrian steel arrow, a transliteration of the higher Valyrian language, meaning a cunning hunter.

Red Death: Fire Arrow, named after the ancient Valyrian god of death, "Belarion," symbolizing just death. It is called "Red Death" because of its red arrowhead.

"They are all good names, and I will cherish them as my own hard work."

Imon closed the wooden box and carefully put it into his spatial ring.

A glint flashed in the vertical pupil of the ruby ​​on the dragon pattern of the ring, and the mystery of the spatial artifact appeared before the blacksmiths.

He's trying to win them over.

"The legacy of the ancient Dragon King".

Almo, a man of wide experience, appeared to be staring wide-eyed, but inwardly he was in turmoil.

It's no wonder they're the last remaining dragon family in ancient Valyria; they actually possess such a treasure. They must have been in a dangerous situation.

Aemon smiled gently, took the other's calloused, rough hand in his own, and said sincerely, "Master Almor, on behalf of the Iron Throne and House Targaryen, I cordially invite you and your companions to move to King's Landing and serve as the royal craftsmen."

Almo was somewhat flattered and subconsciously glanced back.

He anticipated being recruited a second time, and that's why he came here.

But Aemon's respect for scholars was truly moving.

Neither the ancient Valyrian dragon kings nor the nobles and wealthy merchants of Corhol had ever shown him such respect as a rude and uncouth blacksmith.

Even though this blacksmith possessed exceptional skills.

Seeing the panic in Almo's eyes, the dozen or so blacksmiths were extremely anxious and were just short of telling him to agree.

Before they arrived, they were all filled with anxiety due to the uncertainties.

Upon seeing the real Targaryen prince, he began to recall the splendor of the Dragon Kings and developed a desire to follow in their footsteps.

"Thank you for your kind invitation, Your Highness."

Almo said decisively, "I am willing to follow you, just as the sages followed the dragon kings of ancient Valyria. May Vormisor witness our loyalty."

The blacksmith god of ancient Valyria is "Vomisol".

"Haha, I'll say something if Vomisol is impolite."

Aemon joked, then said, “You see me as the Dragon King of Ancient Valyria, but I will not see you as enslaved blacksmiths. You are all the arms of the Iron Throne, the humps of the Targaryens.”

Pfft!
Almo was deeply moved and immediately knelt down on one knee.

The dozen or so blacksmiths behind him followed suit, all kneeling down and swearing allegiance, vowing never to disobey.

"Everyone, get up."

Aemon helped the old blacksmith to his feet and asked, "How are the masters who forged these three magic arrows? Could we invite them to come to King's Landing with us?"

"I'm afraid not."

Almo's expression darkened.

Magic is not something to be trifled with; every use comes at the cost of blood and fire.

The three masters were advanced in years, and in order to create a return gift that would move the Targaryen Dragon King, and also to complete their final work.

They chose to sacrifice themselves.

"A blood sacrifice similar to a blood witch?" Aemon was shocked.

Almo nodded: "Yes, that was the swan song of the Kohol blacksmith lineage."

This kind of skill, which involves blood magic and fire magic, has always been held by the most respected and oldest blacksmiths.

They will only pass on their knowledge to their chosen successor when their time is near.

The purpose is to preserve the most important heritage.

Before the three masters sacrificed themselves, they did not pass on their skills, and the blacksmiths tacitly accepted this.

Because they all knew that from now on they would be loyal to the Targaryen Dragon Aspects, and no longer needed to cling to their heritage.

The practice of blood sacrifice, if passed down, is not a good thing for blacksmiths.

It's better to go cleanly and do some clean work.

"They are all admirable masters."

Imon sighed softly, truly convinced.

Almo's old eyes reddened.

After a while.

"Is the Dragonstone Secret Technique still available?" Imon suddenly asked.

Almo was taken aback for a moment, then admitted, "Yes, Your Highness. Isn't that exactly what you wanted to recruit us for?"

He speaks very bluntly, even with a hint of sarcasm.

Imon wasn't annoyed and laughed, "I'll come find you later, and you can make a copy of the Dragonstone Secret Technique beforehand."

"No problem." With all discussions concluded, the blacksmiths left with high hopes.

Amon smiled slightly, touching the spatial ring on his left index finger, feeling truly pleased.

He knew that the blacksmiths in Kohol possessed the secrets of the Dragonstone technique.

Unexpectedly, I got a free set of magic arrows with the buy-one-get-one-free offer.

Except for the Valyrian steel arrow named "Nir," which can be reused, the other two arrows have a limited lifespan.

But that's okay.

If he were to use them, he would only use Valyrian steel arrows to hunt some large creatures.

Both the obsidian arrow "Sith" and the fire spirit arrow "Red Death" can be passed down as family heirlooms.

In the future, a harsh winter will come.

When the White Walkers rise again and invade north of the Wall, three magical arrows, including the Valyrian steel arrow "Nir," will be used to deliver the final blow.

What White Walkers, what Night King, what Frost Armor, what Frost Spear?

Three magic arrows were shot at him, and the Night King turned him into a midnight snack.

……

The next day.

Standing atop the walls of Kohol, Aemon summoned the trembling Mor and once again inquired whether he had secretly kept any of Orion's relics.

"No, absolutely not."

Moore kept shaking his head, refusing to admit it no matter what.

"you sure?"

"Absolutely certain."

Even a dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water.

"Good!" Aemon shouted, ordering his men to bring in the bound and gagged Baelor and Thorin, pointing at them and saying:

"Korhor has been defeated. From now on, it will become a vassal state of the Iron Throne, paying taxes and tribute every year. Is that alright?"

Moore nodded: "That makes perfect sense."

"You are the governor of Corhol. To ensure your loyalty, it's alright for Baylor and Thorin to go to King's Landing as hostages, isn't it?"

Imon asked frankly.

Moor's forehead was sweating and his lips were trembling, but he still nodded: "It's your decision."

The Aignan-La family line has dwindled and its members are few in number.

In this generation, only his only son, Thorin, and his nephew, Baylor, remain.

If he were sent to King's Landing and something were to happen to him, he would be childless.

Immanuel understood this point perfectly, and made such a demand in order to exert maximum control over More's "fickle loyalty".

"Phew!" Moore let out a long breath and said helplessly, "Just tell me all your other requests."

Imon didn't hold back and made a long list of demands.

The three most crucial points are:
1. Mor surrendered the 1,700 Unsullied soldiers under his control.

Second, the private estate of Moore was demolished, and the white marble was sent to Nasastar for the reconstruction of the city.

Third, over the next three years, Kohol will be responsible for providing food supplies to the residents of Nasa Star.

"Good, good."

Mo's heart was bleeding, his face was deathly pale, and he gritted his teeth and agreed.

It’s impossible not to agree.

War is a winner-takes-all affair, and the loser gets nothing.

Imon crossed his arms, completely unconcerned, and instead thought the other person was just habitually stingy.

If it were Mite Qing in his previous life, what unequal treaty wouldn't he have dared to sign?
This is where and where.

……

soon.

One truckload after another of white marble was transported out of the Kohol gate, heading towards Na Sa Star.

The 1,700 Unsullied stationed outside the city were taken over by Robert and handed over to Dandoke for training and familiarization.

Robert, as commander of the second sons' group, already wielded considerable power.

With his post in Lake-town, Mil-la-Land, he had no energy left to worry about anything else.

With Grey Worm stationed at the Arm of Dorne, the focus should shift to Harrenhal. Myr's Unsullied Legion of three thousand men is sufficient.

Aemon intends to entrust these 1,700 Immaculate Ones to Dandorke as royal guards.

Of course, this only applies to members of the royal family from Renilla's lineage.

That is, he was ordered around by his two sons.

"Let's go retrieve the Dragonstone Secret Technique. Once the Bridge of Progress is completed, two thousand Unsullied Guardians will be left to guard the Arm of Dorne."

As he pondered this, Imon headed toward Almor's blacksmith shop.

……

"Your Highness, this is the art of smelting dragonstone."

Almo presented a parchment scroll.

The above clearly outlines all the details of the [Dragon Stone Secret Technique].

Aemon flipped through the scroll, put it away, and brought up the control panel.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (Gold)
Bloodline: Ancient Valyrian Dragon King (59%)

Skills: Archery (100% accuracy), Horsemanship (Top-tier), Swordsmanship (Top-tier)...

Sorcery: Binding Spell (Mastery), Burning Rune (Proficient), Fortification Rune (Mastery), Poison Resistance (Mastery), Dragonstone Arcane (Beginner)...

Magic Cards: Robust and Strong (Blue), Rock Solid - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Aura (Purple)
Factions: Vale (entire territory), Myr, Arm of Dorne, Na'Sa...

Equipment: Space Ring, "Lament," "Lady of the Void," War Horn, Dual Valyrian Daggers, Pyromancer's Stone Sculpture, Pyromancer's Nightlight...

Pets: Blue golden-nosed rat, blue ground squirrel

Comment: "You have reclaimed a portion of the intellectual property rights of Ancient Valyria."

"it is true."

Imon smiled knowingly, but also frowned: "This Dragonstone Secret Technique also involves the sacrifice of blood witches."

Yes, but not many.

Almo explained calmly.

Dragon stone is jet black in color, with an oily and glossy appearance, and has excellent plasticity and durability.

Its smelting secret lies in the bones of dragons and volcanic ash.

Volcanic ash is readily available.

The former Fourteen Fire Peaks, as well as the current Longshan, Gushan, and First Fire Peak, can all yield a sufficient amount of volcanic ash.

The ratio of volcanic ash to gravel and mud ash is 1/2/3, which is relatively small.

The reason why dragon bones were used as materials is because they contain a large amount of iron and fire elements that permeate the bones.

When the bones of a dragon are combined with volcanic ash and some simple incantations are performed, dragonstone can be forged.

"Dragon bones are not easy to obtain."

Imon was somewhat perplexed.

To date, the dragon skeletons possessed by House Targaryen consist of the remains of four dragons that migrated with Inar the Exile, the fallen Mirasis and the Silver Mother and Child, Balerion the Black Death, and Gluttony.

There are eight giant dragons in total.

Without the Blood Dragon Dance, there really aren't many dragon bones left.

Seeing the prince's concerns, Almo explained, "The dragon bone required for the dragon stone is not much. Just a small piece of dragon bone is enough to pave a ten-mile-long road that can accommodate two carriages side by side."

The effects of dragon bones vary depending on the age of the dragon.

If you were to use the bones of a real adult dragon, even a small piece of dragon bone would be enough to melt down a considerable amount of dragonstone.

Aemon stroked his chin and clicked his tongue, saying, "In that case, we can only make things difficult for the Gluttons."

The remains of that nearly adult dragon-eating creature are still buried at the foot of Dragon Mountain.

If you don't use it, you won't use it.

(End of this chapter)