Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

In the end, Aemon chose to wait and see.

He held the fish basket, sat on the small stool, and continued to fish.

"Don't let me catch you, or you will be in trouble."

Aemon was so angry that his teeth itched.

His Royal Highness gradually adapted to his new identity.

...

In the afternoon, the weather was fine.

The sailboat was moving at full speed, crossing the throat and entering the strait.

Aemon and others were drowsy, and the fish basket could not hold the fish.

Woo woo woo—

at this moment, a rapid horn sounded.

The sailors were horrified and dropped their work and ran to the bow.

The sailboat was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Aemon woke up and said in doubt: "What happened?"

He put down the fishing rod and looked for his mother in the cabin.

On the strait.

A shuttle-shaped sailboat passed by the throat. The sail was painted with a goddess of copulation, and the deck was full of foreigners with colorful hair.

The old sailors knew them all.

That was a slave ship from Lys, one of the nine free trade cities. The foreigners with dyed hair were all mercenaries from Tyrosh, another free trade city.

The two free cities formed an alliance with Myr to form the notorious Three Cities Alliance.

That is, the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdoms that plundered the Stepstone Islands.

"Mom, what's going on?"

Aemon trotted over and was escorted among the Knights of the Valley.

Lady Rhea looked solemn and said, "The slave ships of the Three Women's Kingdoms may attack ships along the way."

As soon as the words fell, the possibility was lost.

The slave ship obviously discovered the "Prince Aemon" flying the flag of the three red dragons, and pounced on it like a mouse smelling cheese.

Woo woo woo—

the lookout on the other ship blew the horn and issued an attack signal.

"Everyone prepare, don't relax!"

Lady Rhea remained calm in the face of danger and ordered the Knights of the Valley to take out their bows and arrows.

The Knights of the Valley are good at riding and shooting. They cannot ride horses on the ship, but fortunately they still have long-range means to fight the enemy.

Aemon suppressed his nervousness and went back to the cabin to take out his small wooden bow.

Always ready.

Soon, the slave ship was getting closer and closer.

The pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom laughed wildly, and their ugly faces could be seen across the ship.

"Draw the bow!"

Lady Rhea shouted, and took the lead in drawing the bow and arrow.

Although she is a woman, she is not inferior to men.

Aemon's face was tense, and he felt anxious for no reason.

It would be great if there was a dragon.

Boom—

the thought came up, and there was a sound of breaking wind above his head, and the wide canvas suddenly rang.

In an instant, the sky was as dark as night.

A sense of oppression swept over, and the air was faintly filled with a faint smell of sulfur.

Aemon looked up at the sky and was stunned.

Dark green! Dark green that swallowed all colors!

A fierce beast with thick dark green scales all over its body, with a pair of huge milky yellow wings spread out, spanning the Blackwater Bay like a giant mountain.

At first glance, there was only a majestic chest that had experienced vicissitudes of life.

After a few breaths, the huge body flew over the throat, and the thick dragon tail swayed past.

"Prince, that is..."

Sir Steve, who was guarding beside him, was stunned and swallowed hard.

Aemon's eyes were full of longing, and he said silently: "Vhagar!"

One of the three founding dragons of the Targaryen Dynasty.

After more than a hundred years of changes, the oldest and largest ancient dragon in the world.

At this time, this huge old dragon climbed up the clouds and hovered a thousand meters high.

"Everyone retreat!"

Lady Rhea was very calm and ordered to stay away from the slave ship.

The next moment, Laena's voice suddenly sounded.

"Dragon flame, Vhagar!"

Boom!!

Vhagar's vertical pupils were indifferent, and his huge body swooped down.

"Hiss—"

The dark green dragon body descended halfway, and the orange dragon flame with billowing black smoke gushed out, hitting the slave ship like a pillar of fire.

In an instant, the mast of the slave ship broke, and the entire deck cracked inch by inch.

The entire ship was engulfed in flames, engulfing and burning bit by bit.

Vhagar spread out a pair of huge wings with holes, raised his dragon head with sparse horns, and slowly ascended into the air in a crescent shape.

Bang!

The long dragon tail swung and hit the slave ship for the second time.

Suddenly, the planks of the ship broke everywhere.

"Too strong!"

Aemon squeezed out of the crowd and lay on the railing to watch the scene.

The life span of a dragon is about 200 years.

Vhagar was 160 years old at this time, and was undoubtedly an old dragon.

From the wrinkled skin under its thick scales, the large and small holes on its wing membranes, and the vicissitudes of life revealed by its amber vertical pupils, we can see the clues.

And such an ancient dragon comparable to a war machine has unparalleled battlefield experience.

"Dragon flame, Vhagar!"

The sky came again with an order, and the dragon flame with black smoke fell from the sky.

Rumble!

The slave ship broke in the middle, the stern was raised high, and slowly sank into the sea.

Aemon's heart surged, and he looked at the silver-haired figure on the dragon's back from afar.

It was not very clear.

Laena seemed to have changed into a black and red dragon riding suit, with wavy curly hair tied behind her head, and the whole person was replaced by a sharp temperament.

It was in extreme contrast with her gentle appearance.

The third dragon flame descended again, covering the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom who jumped into the sea, boiling the sea water and emitting steam.

The terrifying old dragon turned around and headed back to the Island.

Aemon stood on tiptoe and seemed to see Laena leaning over and waving at him.

Everything came fast and went even faster.

Vhagar flapped his wings, sweeping up gusts of wind and whistling, breaking the clouds in the sky and going away.

Not only Aemon, but everyone present was shocked.

Compared with the golden dragon he met when he came, the oppressive feeling brought by this dark green old dragon was like the end of the world.

"This is the gap between dragons."

Aemon muttered to himself, secretly clenching his fists.

Sure enough, taming the dragons left by the previous kings is the right way.

"Don't stand there stupidly, deal with the bastards of the Three Women's Kingdom in the sea!"

Lady Rhea seized the opportunity and stared at the remaining pirates struggling in the sea.

Aemon patted his face and walked over after he woke up.

The Knights of the Valley drew their bows and arrows, ready to stand by at any time.

"Mom."

Aemon put away the small wooden bow, knowing that he had won.

Lady Rhea glanced down at him, pulled him by the back of his collar and said indifferently: "This time when you go back, you will be the official heir of Runestone City. First, get familiar with how to command the army."

"I will?"

Aemon was surprised.

"Yes."

Lady Rhea pointed at the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom and said sternly: "You will give the order and kill them all."

Her son can't be a coward.

It's time to see blood.

Sir Steve looked worried and hesitated: "Madam, the prince is still young."

Lady Rhea looked indifferent and said coldly: "Men of the Royce family should be able to operate at the age of eight."

Then, she stared at her son who was silent for a long time.

Aemon drooped his head, and his heart seemed to be grasped by a big hand.

It's easy to give orders, but it's inevitable to be flustered when you personally give orders to kill people.

Lady Rhea was silent, waiting for her son's answer.

After a moment.

Aemon raised his head, his eyes were more serious than ever, and he raised his hand and shouted: "Knights of the Valley!"

Boom boom boom!

The knights of the valley looked solemn and stamped their feet in unison.

Aemon lowered his hand and said coldly, "Shoot, don't leave any alive!"

As soon as the words fell, dozens of arrows were thrown and fell like raindrops.

The pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom were hit by arrows and screamed and fell to the bottom of the sea, and their blood dyed the sea red.

"Not bad."

Seeing this, Lady Rhea put away her coldness and raised her lips slightly.

However, it was not over yet.

Aemon suddenly took off the small wooden bow, pulled out an arrow from her quiver, and strode to the side of the boat.

The smiling face in the past was restrained, and he drew his bow and arrow while walking, aiming at the live target in the sea and shooting.

Whoosh!

The first archer was a little trembling, and the arrow brushed the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom and fell into the sea.

Aemon took out the second arrow, and the small wooden bow opened the full moon.

Puff!

With a scream, the arrow shot into the eye socket of a pirate from above, knocking him to the bottom of the sea.

Aemon's face was calm, and he shot an arrow with every step he took.

He walked to the side of the boat in five steps and shot four arrows in a row at the pirates' eyes, neck and other vital parts.

It was amazingly accurate.

He walked five steps in total and killed four pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Aemon stopped and tried to draw the bow again, but there were no arrows.

"Prince."

Sir Steve hurried over, fearing that something unexpected would happen.

Aemon threw the small wooden bow away, clapped his hands, and exhaled: "This bow has no power and is not convenient to use."

But this scene fell into the eyes of the Knights of the Valley.

Fifty strong men held their breath and were attracted by the prince's calm appearance. Even the fair and handsome face showed a cold kingly temperament at this moment.

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