Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 94: Searching the Mountains and Suppressing Bandits
The next day.

Aemon got up early and went to find Rhaenyra, who was devoted to repairing the road.

"Dragon Flame!"

Rhaenyra sat on the dragon's back and gave orders in boredom.

Syrax looked around and habitually spewed out dragon flames.

The fire craftsmen from the coolie camp came forward to break up the stones and mix them with fine sand and clay to pave the road.

Enjoy smooth operation with one set of processes.

Yimeng smiled and said, "If Jen Sifu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you got up so early."

"I don't have the bad habit of staying in bed."

Rainier curled her lips and asked, "How was your chat last night? Are you satisfied?"

Yimeng looked strange: "You are jealous."

Who can't hit a straight ball?

Upon hearing this, Rainier's face turned red and she tried her best to deny it: "I just care about you."

It doesn't matter whether you are jealous or not.

The key was that Yimon's attitude yesterday made her quite satisfied.

But it would be a lie to say that I didn't feel awkward facing a valley girl who was carefully selected by Lady Rhea.

"Oh~~"

Yimon said meaningfully, deliberately lengthening the tone.

Rhaenyra couldn't hold back her pride and said in a deep voice, "You are here to replace me, so you should pave the way."

"of course not."

Aemon refused.

After working for half a month, Womisol almost devoured his master.

After that, they stayed in the dragon's nest high in the mountains, sleeping soundly with Silver Wing all day long.

"Then what are you doing?"

Rhaenyra said unhappily.

Aemon crossed his arms and said casually, "Gunthor led a thousand men out of the Moon Mountains to take you to ride a dragon and join the battle."

When Rainier heard this, she was startled, and her anger was dispelled by the surprise.

Can't resist the temptation at all.

……

North of the mountains.

Aemon rode a white deer up the hillside, leading nearly a thousand soldiers.

It consisted of 150 Valley Knights, 800 longbowmen, and 30 Valley Knights led by Adrian.

The latter followed after hearing the news and wanted to help.

Naturally, Yimon would not refuse and gladly accepted the kindness.

"Are you sure you don't want to ride a dragon?"

Sitting on the back of the white deer, Rhaenyra turned back and frowned in question.

Aemon said confidently: "With Syrax and Gray Shadow, the Mountain Clan will be in for a fight."

Womitsor is too strong.

If it comes, it will not be able to train soldiers at all.

The eight hundred longbowmen put down their weapons and wait for the giant dragon to burn before coming out to clean the area.

Besides, Womithor's bronze dragon flame is comparable to magma and can easily get out of control in the mountains and forests.

Setting fire to a mountain is no joke.

"That's fine, but I didn't see any trace of the Gaoshan Clan along the way."

It was Rainier's first time participating in a war, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"A true hunter must be patient."

Aemon held her down by the reins.

At this time, the two of them were one in front and one behind, with the former's petite figure nestled in his arms.

Rhaenyra glanced up and said nothing.

The mountains were difficult to navigate, so all the war horses were abandoned.

Only the white deer tamed by Aemon, relying on its strong physique with a shoulder height of two meters and a length of five meters, can walk on flat ground with ease.

Smoothly...

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the bushes in the distance.

Aemon's ears moved slightly, he took out the dragon bone bow, put an arrow on it, and shot it out with a whoosh.

puff!
There was the dull sound of an arrow hitting a body in the bushes, followed by the shrill barking of a dog.

"Woof woo woo~~"

Gunthor stepped forward immediately, swept aside the low bushes with his heavy sword, and pulled out a black-haired spaniel.

An arrow pierced through his neck and blood was gushing out.

"Prince, it's a hound."

Gunthor's sharp eyes saw that the dog was not wild.

Rhaenyra finally responded.

She stared at Imon with amazement in her beautiful eyes.

Aemon ignored him and called over a longbow soldier from the Pyrotechnics tribe. He frowned and asked, "Are there any mountain clans that keep dogs?"

There was a shortage of supplies in the mountains, and many tribes could not even get enough food.

Being able to keep a dog proves that you are very strong.

The longbow soldier carefully examined it and said in surprise: "Prince, this is a mountain dog from the Painted Dog Department."

He also explained the situation of the dog painting department.

A large tribe among the mountain clans, with a population of over 5,000.

Good at training hunting dogs and cooperating with hunters in hunting.

"It is said that some hunters in the Painted Dog Tribe have the talent of shape-changing. They can see things thousands of miles away by controlling the hunting dogs they have raised since childhood."

After the longbow soldier finished speaking, he poked the black-haired spaniel's wound that was bleeding profusely.

"Woof woo woo~~"

The black-haired spaniel was full of vitality and was still twitching and howling.

Eamon was keenly aware of the pain and human despair in the dog's eyes.

"Are there really skinchangers?"

Rhaenyra was surprised.

Shapeshifter is a special talent passed down in the blood of our ancestors.

You can put your perspective on animals and control their actions.

What she heard most when she was a child was her father telling her about the legendary experiences of her grandfather, the centenarian king.

It is said that when his grandfather was young, he visited the Wall of Despair and helped the Night's Watch defeat the wildling army and burned skinchangers and giants to death.

"Are skinchangers scarier than dragons?"

Aemon didn't find it strange and ordered, "Give this hound a quick death."

"Yes!"

Gunthor was quick-witted and broke the black-haired hound's neck.

After the interlude, the march continued.

Imon occasionally looked around, trying to find new clues.

He had a premonition that as the Firesmith Tribe surrendered, the spies from the Black Ear Tribe would not return.

This aroused the vigilance of the Gaoshan clan and made them unite to face the outside world. It is very likely that a shapeshifter's soul was trapped in the black-haired fine dog just now.

When an animal controlled by a skinchanger dies, the damage is returned to them.

In mild cases, the patient suffers mental damage, and in severe cases, the patient may go insane on the spot.

……

Half a month passed in a flash.

I didn’t see any mountain clan or tribal village.

Aemon immediately confirmed that the mountain clans had joined forces.

Temporary camp.

Aemon sat on the ground with a bonfire lit in front of him.

"Hiss!"

Syrax flew over the mountains and forests and slowly landed on the ground.

boom!
Rhaenyra jumped off the dragon's back, holding a hare in her hand.

"how are you today?"

Aemon asked as usual.

Rhaenyra shook her head and said, "The Bright Moon Mountains are the home turf of the High Mountain Clan. They are hiding in the ravines and cannot be found by the dragon riders."

After saying that, he knelt down beside the campfire and skillfully skinned the rabbit and emptied its stomach.

After half a month, the princess had mastered the craft.

Aemon glanced and laughed heartlessly.

Rainier was in stark contrast, her black dragon riding suit covered in dust, her soft silver hair frizzy and tangled, and she lowered her head to carefully prepare lunch.

"You should go back and wash up before coming back."

Aemon kindly reminds
Unexpectedly, Rhaenyra looked at the graying silver-gold hair and blushed, "Is it dirty?"

"I mean, you don't have to endure it."

Aemon's remaining conscience got to him, and he couldn't bear to see a princess of a country end up like this.

I'm almost becoming a fire-making maid.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and said, "You haven't gone back yet. I'm fine like this."

"How to say?"

Aemon took the dressed rabbit and roasted it on the campfire.

He didn't like his servants when he was away from home, and they suffered as a result.

no way.

No servant can keep up with the speed of the dragon, so it is better to do it yourself.

Rhaenyra straightened her clothes, crawled to Aemon's legs and lay down, resting her head on his thighs, looking up and saying:

"I feel free, without having to think about the Iron Throne all the time, without the constant chatter of ministers, just you and me."

After a pause, he added: "And Syrax, it would be best if there was a small cake as well."

So Syrax is synonymous with cupcakes?

Aemon laughed dumbly: "You are a princess, heir to the Iron Throne, you should have greater aspirations."

If things continue to go on like this, he might as well sit on the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and dreamily said, "I am the queen, and if you become regent, I can ride my dragon all over the sea and eat as many cakes as I want."

"You are joking?"

Imon frowned. This mentality was not acceptable.

Rhaenyra said indifferently, "I never joke about cupcakes."

Yimeng was silent for a moment, and moved to the side: "My legs are numb."

I'm really disappointed in you.

He did not value the Iron Throne, seeing it as nothing more than an iron chair that would cut his hands.

As long as there are dragons and territories, the Iron Throne is just a symbol.

But as heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra shouldn't have the same negative emotions.

How to defeat Alison and the aristocracy headed by the Green Party.

Once the Targaryen family is handed over to her, its downfall is inevitable.

"You're angry?"

Rhaenyra rested her head on nothing and supported herself with one hand.

Aemon opened his mouth, wanting to say I'm not angry.

But I also feel it is too childish.

When the words came to his lips, he said bluntly: "If you only want to enjoy power without fulfilling your responsibilities, you might as well give up your status as heir and become a vassal of young Aegon."

With that kid's silly look that shows he's older than he is at the age of three, he would have less psychological burden when he raises an army to support the king.

Rhaenyra was stunned for a moment, then she whispered, "So do you want to be my vassal?"

"I am not anyone's vassal, in any form!"

Aemon was dead serious.

Daemon, the father in the original world, was her vassal, even though there was a three-headed red dragon emblem representing Daemon on Rhaenyra's quarter flag.

But it was still a vassal, just given appeasement.

The fate of a vassal is to become a victim of the madness of the vassal.

Hearing this, Rainier's eyes dimmed and she looked confused and at a loss.

She thought the relationship between the two was good enough.

"Think carefully about what the Iron Throne means to you."

Aemon was too lazy to say anything more and put down the half-roasted rabbit.

She won't wake up unless her sweet dream is broken.

The Iron Throne does not need a second "Maegor the Cruel", the Targaryen family must continue.

If no one of my uncle's descendants sits on the Iron Throne.

He wouldn't mind taking it.

Anyway, he is also the descendant of "Brave Baeron" and the great-grandson of his great-grandfather, the old king.

……

Left not long ago.

Aemon got a message.

In a valley twenty miles to the north, traces of Gaoshan clan activities were found.

The patrol saw the mountain spaniel from the Painted Dog Division on the road.

"Is there anything I should be careful about when going from the camp to that valley?"

Aemon was very observant and immediately realized something was wrong.

The messenger said, "Sir Gunthor said there is a narrow mountain road before the valley, which is easy to be ambushed."

Aemon nodded in understanding.

Ambushes are exactly what the Gaoshan clan is good at.

"Notify the army to send one team down the mountain to change guard, and the rest will search the valley tomorrow."

Aemon gave the order decisively and turned away.

The messenger was stunned for a moment, then hurried to report.

After everyone left, a pair of green eyes appeared from the bushes in the distance.

A mountain spaniel stuck out its nose, sniffed to remember the scent, and quietly crept out of the bushes.

Soon disappeared into the mountains and forests.

(End of this chapter)