Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 74: Double Dragon Dance
Womisol glided at low altitude, and its pair of brown wings covered the sky and enveloped the green mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles.

The dragon flames like copper liquid splashed everywhere, like purgatory on earth.

The Gaoshan clan had no way to retreat.

“Hiss!”

Looking at the bronze dragon, Gray Shadow's pupils were filled with fear, and he curled up in the stone mine pretending to be a quail.

terrible!

This old dragon, covered in the smell of copper rust, is more than ten times more powerful than the ugly mud dragon.

Even the owner of that stench is not necessarily more frightening to the dragon than this one.

Gray Shadow held his head with his hands, trembling.

If even dragons are like this, what about humans?

The knights in the valley were all stunned. They tightened the reins to control their frightened horses and even forgot to cooperate in the pursuit.

As soldiers in peacetime, they had never participated in a formal war.

In the past, we had heard about the power of dragons through word of mouth from the older generation.

His Royal Highness tamed the "Bronze Fury" at a young age, and the entire Runestone City knew that the family's strength had grown by leaps and bounds.

Today, after witnessing the destructive power of the dragon, I truly realized the extent of its growth in strength.

Higher than the Eyrie on Giant’s Lance!
"Hiss-"

Womisol raised his head and rose into the air. His wings created a strong wind that knocked down the bushes, and his thick dragon tail lightly shattered the rocks.

Aemon clenched the handle and looked down at the earth from high above.

At this time, flames were raging below.

……

evening.

Womisol lay on the green hills, dozing off lazily with his eyes closed.

Some people watched secretly, swallowing nervously.

The area beneath the bronze dragon was charred black, all of it was ashes after all the Green Ridge vegetation had been burned out.

A symbol of unparalleled power.

"Is the interrogation clear?"

Aemon lit a fire and sat down beside the dry creek.

Steve answered truthfully, "They are a high mountain clan from the Firesmith Tribe, a medium-sized tribe of 2,300 people. This time, a total of 467 of them were wandering around hunting."

Firesmith Department.

A tribe that is not well-known among the mountain clans, but holds a very important position.

Like most of the mountain clans descendants of the ancestors, they first worshipped bronze.

Second, the flame of faith.

The tribe is good at using fire to forge weapons, and they take pride in their burns, hence the name "Firesmith Tribe".

Aemon glanced up and frowned, "How many more people are there?"

Not far away, dozens of defeated soldiers were kneeling together.

Steve said, "Seventy-four."

There were heavy casualties under the dragon flame.

Hearing this, Aemon's frown deepened.

Such good laborers, wasted.

"Prince, they are willing to swear allegiance to you and pay for their crimes."

William came running over happily, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Aemon said, "Call them here."

"Yes!"

Soon, seventy-four members of the Firesmith tribe came forward tremblingly.

"How many people do you have left?"

Aemon's voice rose.

"One, nineteen hundred plus."

An old man from the Firesmith Department replied, not daring to hide anything: "There are more than 400 men, and the rest are the elderly, the weak, women and children."

Aemon nodded slightly, not wanting to waste words: "Pledge allegiance to me, or choose Dragon Flame!"

A tribe of a thousand people is very worth conquering.

To put it bluntly, the mountain clans are also descendants of the First Men, descendants of those First Men who were unwilling to bow their knees when the Andals invaded.

The Royce family is also a descendant of the ancestors, and he also has half the blood of the ancestors.

It is easy to say that building cities and towns, but the problem of population base must be faced.

Isn't this the job you're here for?

Thump thump thump…

Seventy-four members of the Firesmith tribe knelt down one after another, their eyes filled with reverence, and they shouted, "Fire God, we are willing to pledge our loyalty to you."

They believe in bronze and fire, and are obsessed with the power of iron.

I saw a giant dragon today and was amazed by it.

Aemon was stunned when he heard this and burst out laughing.

William stepped forward and said, "It's not the God of Fire, it's the Dragon King!"

His voice was so loud that it drowned out the crowd.

The Firesmith tribe members looked at each other in bewilderment at first, then kowtowed again: "Honorable Dragon King!..."

Aemon stood up and glanced around, his eyes shining.

Labor Camp No. 1, done!

"Keep an eye on them, and send two people back to inform the entire Firesmith Tribe to come down the mountain and surrender."

Aemon gave a warning and turned to climb up the green ridge.

Steve asked, "Where are you going?"

"That side of the mountain."

Aemon, with all his energy, decided to ride his dragon to patrol the new territory.

"Roar!" Womisol opened his vertical pupils, impatience flashed in his eyes, and his upper and lower jaws chewed slightly.

Aemon climbed the rope ladder and saw the gray-black slag in the dragon's mouth.

Those are the remains of dead people.

"You're not picky about food, I've always treated you badly."

Aemon shook his head and laughed, showing no resistance.

As for a dragon, it doesn’t matter what it eats.

The larger the dragon, the greater its food needs.

Womisol has to eat more than a dozen sheep in one meal to feel full.

Eat as much as you want, you can even eat twice as much.

Fortunately, the larger the dragon, the slower its digestion speed.

Eat occasionally and you won’t be hungry for half a month.

Otherwise, the Targaryen family really couldn't afford to feed these dragons.

"Roar!"

Womisoel glanced at the driver, then jumped off the edge of the Green Ridge Cliff.

The man and the dragon haven't seen each other for a few days, and it still remembers the inexplicable anger it felt a few days ago.

This is just a knock on the door.

Yimon was sweating profusely and wiped the sweat off his face with a wry smile.

Fortunately, the old dragon was fed, otherwise it would be difficult to fool him.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow hiding in the corner saw the silver-haired boy flying away, so he rolled out, flapped his wings and took off.

That's your long-term meal ticket, you can't lose it.

He put all his effort into catching up with the old dragon's tail.

"Roar!"

Womisol growled and caught a glimpse of the light grayish-white dragon cub from the corner of his eye. Hot dragon flames immediately accumulated in his throat.

"No! No Dragon Flame!"

Aemon was shocked and hurried to calm down.

Womisol shook his body, and his brown wings cut through the clouds, finally giving face to the pilot.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow cried out in a shrill voice and chased after it with great effort.

Like a small fluttering moth, hanging behind the tail of a giant bronze dragon.

A breeze blew on Aemon's face. He turned around and saw Gray Shadow's miserable look, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The size difference is too big.

Womisol is about 85 meters in size, a little bigger than it was four years ago.

The gray shadow is only six meters long at most.

The size difference between the two sides is nearly sixteen times.

However, the gray shadow still tried hard to catch up.

As the sun sets, the sky is covered with red clouds.

Aemon flew over dozens of miles on the helm of Womisol and saw the main branch of the Moon Mountains.

The mountains stretch for hundreds of miles from north to south, corresponding to the Raven Ridge we came from.

The tallest one among them is like a spear reaching into the clouds.

"The mountains are so high, they are natural dangers."

Aemon marveled, looking down at the terrain below.

It stretches for miles at the foot of the mountains.

It is adjacent to a vast lake covered with green duckweed.

The lake is calm, reflecting red and green light in the setting sun.

A group of black swans roamed on the lake, creating slight ripples, and lowered their heads to catch fish and play in the water.

"Hiss-"

Wormisol was used to being domineering, so he roared angrily and circled around the towering mountain.

The black swan was startled and flew away, heading towards the setting sun.

"Quiet, Vermithor!"

Aemon was speechless and taught the old dragon a lesson.

Womisoel snorted heavily, folded his broad wings, and landed on the top of the mountain.

"Hiss!"

The gray shadow came hurriedly and collapsed halfway up the mountain due to exhaustion.

Aemon laughed and looked down at the mountains, feeling a sense of pride rising in his chest.

It will be the top of the list, and the mountains are small.

"Look, there is the Vale of Arryn."

Aemon patted his bronze scales and looked out across the vast land beyond the mountains.

The area is larger than the entire East Land Cape, and it doesn’t look like a valley at all.

"Roar!"

Womisol was very impatient, his bronze pupils were cold and ruthless, and he had no interest in this at all.

Aemon's eyes were sharp as he murmured to himself, "Open up the river valley, connect the Vale of Arryn and Easthorn from east to west, and the crops and food in the valley can be exported through Seagulltown."

"If we build a transit trade town, the taxes we collect can feed an army."

This is enough to make a lot of wealth without resorting to war.

And if...

　Second update today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)