Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 96 Population explosion!

"Come together and kill him!"

The spearmen were frightened and chose the most conservative approach.

Bang!

Aemon held a spear in his left hand and pierced the man's chest with his right sword.

A strong wind came from behind, and the left wrist pressed down and stabbed back.

Before the attacker got close, the crude iron sword pierced his lower abdomen.

"Stop him!"

Seven or eight men swarmed forward, stabbing forward with their spears in a row.

"madness."

Aemon looked at her with contempt, swung his two-handed sword left and right, blocked the spear heads and cut them off one by one.

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction, rush into the crowd and move forward
The left-hand sword cut off one person's neck, and the right-hand sword pierced another person's chest.

The movements were smooth and flowing, without any of the clumsiness of a two-handed sword.

After just a few rounds, there were corpses lying on the ground with their eyes open.

Aemon let out a breath of foul air, stepped over the bodies and walked towards Syrax.

It is true that he is still young, but the title of "a warrior descended from the earth" is not groundless.

After he chose to learn martial arts at the age of 8, no one forced him to study.

When he became proficient in two-handed sword at the beginning of this year, the people who forced him to learn martial arts were gone.

Even Sir Harold, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, commented:
Unless there is a half-giant wielding a heavy sword over 1.8 meters long, no one can stop him holding the sword with both hands.

"Hiss!"

After bombing the rear side, the gray shadow flapped its wings and flew over.

It still knows who provides it with a full meal.

Rumble!
At the same time, the sound of horse hooves came from the front of the path.

"Knights of the Valley, crush the Mountain Clans!"

Gunthor raised the two-division flag high and led 180 valley knights from the Prince's Camp and the Red Fort to gallop forward.

The mountain clans were already frightened by Syrax, and faced with the valley knights, they immediately became fish on the chopping board.

Many were knocked back by the war horses and crushed into pulp.

"It's just in time."

Aemon glanced and walked a short distance away from Syrax.

At this time, dozens of spearmen were still besieging, but they were frightened by the dragon's roar.

He was afraid to step forward.

"Rhaenyra, are you out of your mind!?"

Aemon strode over and started cursing.

The idiot who killed someone without paying for his crime, it turns out that the person who died was not hers.

"what!?"

Hearing the familiar shout, Rhaenyra blinked and looked around blankly.

Aemon's face turned pale and he shouted, "Get up and control your dragon!"

"Yes!"

Rainier woke up as if from a dream, and lowered her head, not daring to look at anyone.

She realized what she had done.

"Hiss!"

Syrax saw the rider out of the corner of his eye, and the blood-stained dragon mouth moved closer, like a naughty child asking for praise.

"fly!"

Rhaenyra was filled with guilt and cried out, "Fly, Syrax!"

Syrax tilted his head in confusion, flapped his pair of fleshy wings to create a strong wind, and kicked off his hind legs to fly on the spot.

"No, run away!"

"Catch the silver-haired boy, we'll take him hostage..."

The spearman was unable to open his eyes due to the wind, but he was still trying to save his life.

"It's a good idea."

Aemon sneered and rushed forward with two swords in hand.

He is very angry now.

There were crisp sounds of clanging, and in a blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were knocked down.

"Run away, this guy is a monster."

"No, that's the Tin Man over there..."

The spearman was caught in a dilemma and had to grit his teeth and choose the side that seemed to be outnumbered.

Aemon showed no fear at all and remained undefeated despite being besieged by seven or eight enemies at the same time.

The two swords spin like a cold lotus, dancing impenetrably.

Bang!

Suddenly, a spear attacked from behind and stabbed him in the lower back.

Aemon swung his sword and cut off a man's head, then turned to look at the attacker.

He was a thin boy with a sallow complexion, his hide stained with blood, and he had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

When he saw the spear piercing the opponent, his face instantly turned into ecstasy.

But when I poked forward, it was like I was stabbing into a stone, and there was no feeling of flesh and blood at all.

Yimon looked surprised and said, "It might be painful if you poke someone in the waist."

Without any means to protect your life, how dare you rush forward to kill anyone who stands in your way?

Unexpectedly, he actually got a surprise.

The skinny boy poked again without giving up, but it still didn't go in at all. He looked up in disbelief.

As it happened, Aemon was looking at him.

When their eyes met, fear filled the former's eyes.

"Hug, sorry."

The thin boy wanted to cry but had no tears.

"It's okay. I forgive you."

Yimon smiled slightly, stabbed him with a sword in the joyful eyes, and said gently: "Be careful in your next life."

The sword blade crushed the heart and the corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

"Escape, escape!"

"He is an immortal monster..."

This scene was like a bolt from the blue to the spearman, completely shattering his psychological defenses.

He ran wildly towards the Valley Knights and the dragon, not daring to look back.

"Haha, that's all the courage I have."

Aemon smiled sarcastically, exuding the aura of a king who could sweep away everything.

Different from the benevolent kingly way of uncle Viserys.

It's not the evil spirit of Damon, the old man.

But it is majestic and domineering.

Show an upright character and crush all the evil under the general trend.

"Yoyo~~"

The sound of a deer was heard from behind, and the white deer struggled to get up without knowing when.

"My Dabai, I'm so heartbroken."

Aemon dropped his crude iron sword and stepped forward to pull the spear from the White Stag's chest.

Fortunately, the spear had a stone tip, which pierced the skin but failed to penetrate the bones, and only caused superficial injuries.

The white deer shuddered, blood gushed out of its wound, and it lowered its head and rubbed its owner hard.

The injury was not serious, and he still wanted to carry his master for transportation.

"People are not as good as deer."

Yimon was deeply moved and vowed secretly: "I must exchange a protective item for Dabai."

Such a good big white deer is reluctant to leave me.

"Hiss!"

"Hiss..."

Syrax and the gray shadows soared together, and the dragon flames swept across the narrow path, burning the mountain clans and forcing them to retreat step by step. In just half a quarter of an hour, the outcome was decided.

"It's time to reap the spoils."

Aemon led the docile white deer and walked forward, stepping on the corpses all over the ground.

The Alpine Clan Alliance attacked and captured them all in one fell swoop.

……

A quarter of an hour ago.

River valley, mountain dragon's nest.

A giant bronze dragon lay coiled in the cave, with hot air spewing out of its nostrils, and its body was like a huge furnace.

Swish!
The bronze dragon suddenly opened its vertical pupils, and a hint of anger flashed in its eyes.

He stood up and shook his wings, and gravel fell to the ground in small pieces.

Just as he was about to climb out of the cave, the huge body stopped where it was.

The bronze dragon subconsciously glanced to the south, and doubt appeared in its bright vertical pupils, as if it was confirming something.

After a while, he lay down again.

His vertical pupils closed and he continued to sleep.

……

Time flies, half a month later.

Thousands of people, wearing animal skins and with hemp ropes tied to their feet, crowded along a protruding shore of the Long Lake.

Directly across the coast is the river valley city at the foot of the mountains.

There is a big difference in terrain between the two sides, and when you look up you can only see the emerald green dome of the palace.

At this time, a grand event was being held in River Valley City.

Following the Shengxia Hall, the second main hall named "Changqing Hall" was completed.

Behind this Changqing Hall is the Prince's bedroom.

According to the layout and location of the valley city.

The sleeping palace is located on the inner side of the palace and is ranked as the third main hall.

The surrounding palaces were built with white brick and yellow tile walls, and a grand gate was built between the two palaces.

In front and behind the gate are spacious courtyards as big as football fields, all paved with white marble floors.

Combined with the bright colors of the red bricks and black tiles of the main hall, the entire palace has distinct tones, which are solemn but not cold.

It has both the simplicity and grandeur of a castle and the pleasant scenery of a garden building.

Duan is a good place to cultivate one's character.

In front of Changqing Hall.

Aemon sat on the white marble steps, looking down at a group of old, weak, women and children wearing animal skins.

Obviously, they are all mountain clans.

"Call the chief of the tribe."

His hands were crossed in Aemon Targaryen style, and his eyes were deep.

Half a month has passed since the forest battle.

The three allied mountain clan tribes suffered a devastating blow, and all the survivors were captured and imprisoned in River Valley City.

It's time to recycle waste.

"Yes, Prince."

Steve stepped forward and pulled out an old man and a young boy.

In formal occasions, there are quite a few people in front of the hall.

Adrian and William guarded on both sides, and Gunthor led a team of valley knights to guard the gate.

Johanna, the housekeeper, was holding a big fat cat with black fur and stripes in her arms, and was standing at the door of the hall with Jen Sifu who was assisting her.

Almost all the important people in the valley were present.

Rhaenyra was not there.

She felt ashamed to face people, so she hid in Raven Ridge and focused on repairing the road.

Pfft!
An old man and a young boy were kneeling at the foot of the stairs, apparently a grandparents pair.

Yimeng looked at the old man with gray hair and bone ornaments tied to his head, and said calmly: "Are you the chief of the Painted Dog Tribe?"

"Yes, your honorable Dragon King."

The old man lowered his head and pressed his grandson's head to kowtow.

Aemon nodded secretly.

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

"Honorable Dragon King, please give your order."

The old man was trembling, just like a frightened octogenarian.

Yimon said calmly: "Do you know how many people are left in the three tribes now?"

The old man's face was full of wrinkles and he said bitterly, "Two large tribes and one medium tribe, including the old and the young, there are less than 6,000 people."

There were three tribes in total that were ambushed, namely the leading Painted Dog Tribe, the Burning Man Tribe, and the Black Ear Tribe which was rich in spearmen.

The Burning People suffered the most. They were taken care of by Syrax in the melee and only three to five hundred people were left.

Almost exterminated the entire clan.

Two thousand young and strong men and more than a thousand women and children were captured from the Hei'er tribe. Only the tribe leader fled into the mountains and forests, abandoning the tribe and disappeared without a trace.

People's hearts are scattered.

More than half of the Painted Dog Tribe were killed or wounded, with only more than a thousand soldiers left.

Fortunately, the old and the young hid well, and most of them survived.

Aemon nodded and went straight to the point: "You are the only chief left among the three tribes. Swear allegiance to me and I will give you a way out with a future."

The three tribes have a population that is more than twice the total population of the valley.

Reorganization and disbanding is one aspect, but we still need a leader to surrender.

"Your Majesty, we are willing to submit."

The old man had no intention of resisting and begged: "But please don't kill the old and children of the Painted Dog Department. They will work as hard as the young and strong."

According to the rules of the Gaoshan clan, all useless people will be killed after being defeated in the battle.

"I am not a tyrant and will not kill anyone who bends the knee to me."

Aemon recognized the conqueror's hard and soft tactics and put them into practice.

The war is over, there is no need to create more hatred.

Cruelty is not praised in Westeros.

"Thanks you."

The old man's eyes were filled with tears. He opened his mouth and bit off a little finger, and the blood smeared on his forehead.

Then, apply it on your grandson's forehead.

Aemon frowned slightly and asked the key question: "How many skinchangers are there in your tribe?"

"Five."

The old man didn't dare to lie.

Yimeng was surprised: "So many?"

Among the free folk tribes outside the Great Wall, there has never been a tribe that has five skinchangers.

The old man sighed and said, "The other three are all dead, leaving only me and my grandson Aguduo."

He transformed himself into an old dog that could no longer run.

The grandson has the talent of shape-changing, but he has not yet controlled the mountain greyhound.

Aemon thought to himself.

In the large tribe of 5,000 people, there were three useful skinchangers.

One was the black-haired hound that was killed initially, causing the skinchanger to die on the spot.

A mountain greyhound was eaten by Gray Shadow, and the skinchanger went insane.

The last one died in the chaos of war, and no one knew how he died.

There are no ready-made skinchangers available!

Aemon was a little disappointed and said bluntly: "There will no longer be three tribes in the future. There will only be the Black Stone Clan led by the Painted Dog Clan, and the Burning Man Clan led by the Firesmith Clan."

"You and the old blacksmith of the Firesmith Clan are familiar with the work and persuade the Gaoshan Clan in the prisoner camp to surrender and join the project of River Valley City."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The old man immediately changed his words
Aemon waved his hand and gave a promise: "As long as River Valley Town is completed, you will all be promoted to the status of citizens, and you won't be inferior to others."

Another red card, [Iron Wall], can’t wait to be released.

(End of this chapter)