Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 378 Winter Wolves March South
"as always."

Viserys suppressed his smile; he was in no mood for laughter.

Corliss encountered a lukewarm reception, knowing that the king was upset about the sacrifice of flesh to fulfill his promise, and therefore did not pursue the matter further.

"Just now I saw that His Majesty seemed to have arrived riding a dragon?"

"Yes."

Viserys perked up, tossed his head, and said.

"It's been so many years, I almost forgot that riding a dragon is faster than traveling by boat."

Corliss: ...

Corliss glanced sideways and saw the black dragon standing on the cliff of Chaotou Island in the distance, and dared not underestimate it in the slightest.

The giant dragon "Blackfire".

A very young dragon, whose appearance is very similar to that of Bellerion in his younger days.

"Could it be that the old dragon has been reincarnated and returned to find him?"

Corliss frowned slightly, a sense of unease rising within him at the rumors.

Viserys successfully displayed his divine power before the crowd, brushing past them as he entered the castle gates, his aura almost rivaling that of Corliss.

Seeing this, Imon felt a slight joy in his heart.

My uncle is nothing like the listless man he was in Hongbao back then.

If it weren't for her still haggard appearance, people would believe she looked twenty years younger.

……

Two days later, the three siblings, who had returned from suppressing the rebellion, arrived at Chaotou Island.

Imon went out to greet them, and seeing the three young dragons soaring side by side, he felt a genuine sense of joy at their success.

of course.

The prerequisite for success is that you are born a dragon.

The story of the Ugly Duckling has already been told to everyone.

"Father, everything is fine with us, and we've even brought you a gift."

As soon as Jaeharis landed, he quickly summoned his pet rat, Egg Yolk, from under his collar and pulled out the Valyrian steel armor that looked like it was shrouded in black mist.

Bang!

The armor appeared as thin as a cicada's wing, yet it landed with a heavy thud.

That's quite heavy!
"As long as it goes well."

Immon praised him with feigned seriousness, then couldn't help but ask, "Is this the surprise you found while exploring the Dragon King's ruins?"

No wonder he wouldn't tell me no matter how much I asked.

The young man, without making a sound, actually dug up a real treasure.

Valyrian steel armor—that's a magical suit of armor that even 99% of the dragon kings of ancient Valyria couldn't afford.

The tiny runes on the surface of the armor are the source of magic.

It provides armor with indestructible defense, immunity to water and fire, and protective power that weakens external forces. It also combines the lightness and toughness of Valyrian steel, making it one of the world's top magical equipment.

Its rarity is no less than that of the legendary Dragon Horn.

"I tried it on, and it made me feel lighter, like wearing a veil, and it didn't affect my movements at all."

Jaheris scratched his head and said with a smile, "Father, you and the Wang family blacksmith can try to repair it, and then you can wear it out."

He felt that only his father was worthy of wearing such fine armor.

Only his father, the world's top blacksmith, could possibly restore the Valyrian steel armor to its original state.

I'm an honest farmer, not a blacksmith.

"Okay, I'll wear it first, and then I'll pass it on to you when I die."

Aemon showed no politeness whatsoever, scooping up the dented Valyrian steel armor and storing it in his spatial ring.

Jaheris was sweating profusely.

His runic armor is sufficient; there's no need for it.

Benedict and Renia stepped forward and handed over the nest of petrified dragon eggs. They not only received praise from their father and mother, but also a hug that their brother received more than he did.

"We have defeated all the traitors in Valantis."

Holding her mother in her arms, Benedictine enjoyed the moment while turning to her father as if to show off her accomplishment.

"A bunch of worthless scum, I've wanted to take them down for a long time."

Imon smiled slightly, then asked, "Where is your maternal grandmother?"

Looking around, Aunt Renis was nowhere to be seen.

Corliss looked ashen-faced, his hands behind his back as he gazed at the vast sky, his heart filled with bitterness.

“Well, my great-aunt said she wants to go back to King's Landing to rest first.”

Jaheris, under pressure, explained the situation clearly.

Tidehead Island is a place of sorrow, while King's Landing offers a greater sense of belonging.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent in unison.

Aemon nodded in understanding.

He also requested to return to King's Landing.

After arriving at Chaotou Island, the matter was settled on the same day.

[It is agreed that Mecca Targaryen will be adopted by House Valerian and become the heir to the Isle of Tide. Mecca himself will change his surname when he turns 16, provided that Lannino Valerian remains childless during this period.]

Prior to this, the sea serpent Kolis convened a clan meeting, inviting the royal nobles to participate, and clearly established Lannar as the heir to Tidehead Island.

Lannino was changed to the successor to Tyrossi.

In this way, Mecca actually inherits the right to inherit from his mother, Lannar, and has priority over his uncle, Lannino.

After the contract is established.

Aemon was somewhat wistful. To avoid future disputes, he designated Beneira as his successor in advance, who would inherit the title of Prince of the Vale and the Valley. The three city-states of Mil-on-the-Controversial Lands, Valhal, and Sa-na-sun remained undecided.

He considered that after Gon inherits the Iron Throne, he would pass all these territories to his eldest son.

Only in this way can the strength of the royal lineage be ensured.

If the other children are successful, they may be granted castles or small territories as appropriate, just like Aegon and Aemond.

If it weren't for his reluctance to part with the town of Riverdale, which he had built from scratch, and his heartache for his eldest daughter Benedictine, he would have handed over the valley to Gon.

……

Junlin, Linhe Gate.

A cargo ship with a mermaid holding a fork on its canvas docked at White Harbor, and a group of tall Northerners wearing old fur coats stepped off.

"This is King's Landing, and it's not as stinking as the rumors say?"

The leader was a burly young man with black hair, gray eyes, a long face like a wolf, and a very resolute appearance.

Kregan Stark touched the clan sword "Ice" on his back. The weight of the greatsword reassured him. Looking at the magnificent Red Keep built next to the coast, he regarded it as his own Winterfell, and his heart returned to a icy calm.

"Sir, the sayings in the South are different from those in our area."

Rodrik Dustin was a strong old man with gray hair and beard, dressed in a bearskin coat and chainmail, making himself impenetrable, his frail body exuding a fierce aura.

Earl of Arazuka-tun, nicknamed "Old Rhodes".

Rodrik pointed to the three red dragon banners on the Rivergate city wall, his expression serious and his voice deep: "I've heard that Princess Rhaenyra has issued a new policy to clean up the streets of King's Landing, unclog the old sewers, and clean up this infamous cesspool."

Kregan nodded slightly, his inner thoughts unreadable.

Some people have given more specific guidance.

King's Landing's current prestige is not only due to the benevolent king and the talented princess, but also to the intervention of the regent prince.

The Prince Regent ruled for many years, during which time the population of King's Landing increased, a branch of the Academy was established, noble children were invited to attend school, sea routes were opened, and trade between the two sides of the fjord was encouraged...

Kregan gazed south of King's Landing, where a lush field stretched out, and he could vaguely see people and oxcarts moving along the field ridges.

"That is also the result of the prince and princess's rule."

Earl Desmond Mandela, a portly man with a憨态可掬 (honest and simple) smile, said: "The Prince dug irrigation canals, giving King's Landing sweet, living water, and the Princess encouraged agriculture and sericulture, cultivating vast royal estates."

The Iron Throne generation is full of outstanding individuals.

"Thank you, Earl Desmond."

Kregan greeted him and led his men through the Rivergate, while Earl Desmond arranged for the cargo to be unloaded in preparation for returning to White Harbor.

I met His Majesty the King without any problems.

Throne Hall.

Viserys made a rare public appearance to greet the traveler, sitting upright on the Iron Throne, holding his clansman's sword "Blackfire," observing him with curiosity:

Duke Kregan, people often say you are a very promising young man.

"Seeing it today, it is indeed extraordinary."

On either side of the hall, Aemon, Rhaenyra, and Lannar stood, also sizing up the young Warden of the North.

The Starks of Winterfell!

A family full of ups and downs.

In the old days, the sound of the Northern tune was a sure sign that a Stark was about to suffer.

But that was more than a hundred years later.

The Stark before us is not one of the political idiots of later generations, but a true wolf of blood.

The "wolf rush" almost wiped out the Green Party entirely.

"Your Majesty, I set sail south from White Harbor early this morning. On the way, I heard that the Baratheon family of Storm's End had rebelled. I hope that the rebellion can be quelled smoothly and all the traitors and rebels can be eliminated."

Kregan possessed an innate, resolute leadership quality, and his words struck a chord with the king.

Viserys was quite pleased, thinking that as long as the other party didn't make excessive demands, he would grant them as appropriate.

It's not easy for the Starks from Winterfell to come all this way.

As a king, one must learn to be considerate of one's vassals.

The main contrast is with the Duke of Clegane, who traveled a great distance to King's Landing to meet him and whose attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. Boros, who instigated the rebellion, was simply a lump of mud.

Kregan, in particular, was young, handsome, and tall, making him instantly pleasing to the eye.

Boros is fat and has a full beard, which is a waste of the excellent genes of the Baratheon family and damages the image of a first-class duke.

"Your Majesty, I did have a request before I came."

As he spoke, Kregan adopted a humble attitude, taking a moment to glance at the silver-haired youth watching from the sidelines.

There were three people in total, all of them young men and women with silver hair and purple eyes.

Needless to say, the two women were exceptionally beautiful; there were no girls as outstanding in the North as they were in terms of both appearance and noble bearing.

The men were even more surprising.

He had long, flowing golden and silver hair, a handsome yet sharp face, porcelain-white skin, and bright, spirited purple eyes. His tall, slender body exuded an aura of grandeur wherever he stood.

More noble than a dragon, more majestic than a king.

Amon smiled slightly and nodded in greeting.

Kregan bowed his head respectfully and said, "Your Majesty, the White Ravens of the Citadel sent word some time ago that the warm summer is over and a long winter is coming."

“That’s true.”

Viserys nodded.

“The northern border has scarce arable land and its grain production is not as good as that in the south. Many people will starve to death in the winter.”

Kregan looked up, his expression sincere: "I have heard that the royal family has built many large granaries in recent years. I would like to borrow some money from the treasury in the personal name of the Duke of Winterfell to help the people of the North get through the winter."

Upon hearing that he needed to borrow money, Viserlis's expression immediately changed.

"Of course, it would be even better if we could borrow the grain directly."

Kregan, sensing the change in expression, quickly changed his tune.

(End of this chapter)