Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

"Let's go first, and we can talk about the letter later."

Aemon grinned, putting his worries behind him.

Rhaenyra would not easily agree to marriage.

The more anxious his uncle was, the more eager he was to win him over.

This way, he could stabilize the court, which was full of contradictions, and fill the empty spaces on the power table.

Let him worry.

He still has to expand his territory and seize the opportunity to increase his power.

"Gee! Gee!"

The prince ordered, and the small army set off immediately. Raven

The Ridge stretches hundreds of miles from north to south, so there are inevitably some bumpy mountain roads.

A group of people rode on horseback, and it wouldn't take them long to travel fifty miles.

"Yo, yo."

The white deer jumped seven or eight meters, stepping over the rugged path.

Aemon observed carefully.

The path was unexpectedly good—wide enough for two carriages to run side by side.

Of course, the wheels would probably get stuck when entering.

However, if it's a horse race, five or six knights from the valley can run side by side without any problem.

"Every year when we visit the Arryn, we have to take this road."

Gunthor rode behind him and reported the situation: "But the path is still not wide or flat enough. If a large army goes there, the formation will be very long."

Aemon immediately realized the implication of this.

The most taboo thing when marching and fighting is to stretch out the team and not be able to take care of each other.

The path is located between the mountains, making it easy for someone to set up an ambush.

A typical example is the former Lord of the Arryn.

That year, he and his heir were ambushed and killed by the mountain clan on their way home. This nearly caused the main line of the Arryn family to fall.

Only with the support of his great-uncle, Johnbert Royce, was the three-year-old Jeyne Arryn able to take the throne.

This preserved the last bloodline of the main line of the Arryn family.

Aemon's mind turned over and over, and he secretly made up his mind: "The first step after expanding the territory is to build a road."

...

At noon,

The sun was shining, and a breeze was blowing.

"Whoa!"

Aemon pulled the reins and stopped his white deer in a vast grassland.

After crossing Raven Ridge, the world suddenly opened up.

"Gods be to you!"

Ser Steve looked around, his mouth wide open in surprise. "There's such fertile land in the Moon Mountains!"

The group looked around.

Behind the bare Raven Hill, they saw a grassland crisscrossed with streams.

The terrain was relatively flat, with few hills.

There was no end in sight.

Aemon took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of the earth.

The white deer raised its hoof and stepped onto the black soil.

"It's really black soil!"

Aemon found it hard not to be shocked.

You know, the entire continent of Westeros only has black soil in the Vale of Arryn.

The Riverlands and the Reach, the most fertile region, do not have black soil suitable for planting and harvesting.

"Prince, there is another mountain ahead. You can only see the edge of the Vale of Arryn after climbing over it."

Gunthor's face was serious as he described the terrain.

There are three mountains between the Vale of Arryn and East Cape.

After crossing Raven Hill, you will come to a small mountain that used to be an outpost. Behind it is the main branch of the Moon Mountains, which truly protects the Vale of Arryn.

Hearing this, Aemon was fascinated and decided to continue on his way.

Listen to what Gunthor said:

The river valley is 300 miles long from north to south, 100 miles wide from east to west, and oval-shaped.

After another 30 miles, you will see a second small mountain range.

Then, you will see the main branch of the Moon Mountains.

The group set off immediately, crossing grasslands and streams.

Aemon slowed down to observe the environment.

This place is called the "River Valley." A long river flows from the gorge inland, forming a valley with crisscrossing paths.

Another half hour passed.

Aemon bumped along the way and saw a long mountain range with emerald green peaks in the distance.

"This was once called the Green Ridge. Legend has it that there is a beam of cut fish wood on it. It was originally the territory of the Children of the Forest."

Gunthor picked up the water bag, filled it, and said, "Tons, tons, tons," while drinking.

The water flowing down his chin was all he needed.

Aemon listened carefully but was not interested in the Children of the Forest.

Those were stories from thousands of years ago.

After the ancestors arrived in Westeros, the Children of the Forest and the giants were driven away.

The "Bronze King" Royce family later became vassals of the Arryn family.

"It's getting late. Let's go around the Green Ridge."

The mountains were right in front of him; there was no reason not to explore them.

There is an open-pit coal mine in Raven Ridge. What if Green Ridge has resources too?

"They're all just stones. There used to be marble, but it has been mined out," Gunthor reminded him seriously.

Gunthor reminded him seriously.

Marble is hard and an excellent material for building castles.

Unfortunately, there is a lack of marble in the valley. If you want to use marble, you can only buy it from outside the valley at a high price.

Aemon became more excited when he heard this.

Stone mines are also mines. Stone is indispensable for building cities and towns.

His Royal Highness insisted on going with Aemon, and the others risked their lives to accompany them.

Soon, they arrived at the foot of Green Ridge.

Aemon rode the white deer back and forth and indeed saw many mine pits left by stone mining on the mountain that were already covered with weeds.

"Further back is the core area of the river valley."

Aemon stopped at the wide road beside Green Ridge and saw fertile land to the west.

The towering mountains blocked the Arryn Valley.

"It's a good location. It also blocks the Arryn Valley from entering the river valley."

Aemon thought that the towering mountains were also a geographical advantage.

If we occupy the high mountains, we can advance into the Vale of Arryn and retreat back to Runestone City.

The river valley is a transit station.

Thinking about it, Aemon was in a trance.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, an arrow was shot from a high position, and the iron arrowhead flew directly toward the back of the silver-haired man's head.

"Prince, be careful!"

Steve was shocked, but it was too late to stop the horse.

Aemon frowned slightly and took action instantly.

Clang!

The long sword at his waist was drawn back, and a bronze flash cut through the air as the sword tip sliced through a feather arrow.

"Protect your highness!"

Steve rode his horse forward to stand in front of the prince. He drew his long sword and scanned the area.

The knights of the valley took out their shields and formed a circle around the prince.

Aemon turned around, picked up the feather arrow, and noticed that it was crudely made. He frowned and said, "Low-grade goods from the mountain clan."

He looked at the iron arrowhead stuck in the grass again. It was sharp.

"Or is it the Mountain Clan with good forging technology?"

Aemon thought quickly and looked in the direction from which the arrow had come.

Just above Green Ridge was a dense bush with mines.

Suddenly, a group of people wearing animal skins rushed down the mountain.

"Everyone, be alert! It's the Mountain Clan!"

Gunthor was worthy of being Runestone City's instructor. He immediately mobilized the troops to deal with the situation.

Boom!

The enemy approached from the front, so the Valley Knights changed their formation and charged.

"Kill them!"

"Kill these Valley Knights and take their iron!"

..."

The mountain clans swarmed down. Each of them was strong and powerful and held crude weapons.

At a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred of them.

"Which tribe is this?"

Aemon remained calm as he rode forward on a white deer.

Blessings and disasters depend on each other; disasters are blessings, and blessings are disasters.

He found a suitable new territory, but he must face new challenges.

"It's the Firesmith Tribe, a medium-sized tribe in the Moon Mountains."

Gunthor's eyes were sharp.

"If I'm not mistaken, these mountain clans all have tattoos of flames or hammers on their faces, and almost everyone has burns and scars."

Gunthor looked solemn and asked, "Prince, do you want to retreat?"

They only have twenty Valley Knights, and they are not at a numerical advantage.

If they fight, the young prince may be in danger.

"What do you think?"

Aemon glanced at Gunthor. The white deer under his crotch jumped forward and came in front of the valley knight.

The knights looked up at the young prince.

To them, the prince without a dragon was just a twelve-year-old boy.

He might have panicked a long time ago in front of the barbaric mountain clan.

However, he didn't.

"Valley Knights!"

Aemon's face firm, he drew his bronze sword and raised it above his head. His voice boomed like thunder: "Follow me to charge!"

If you want to accomplish great things, you can't retreat when you encounter difficulties.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young prince tightened his legs, and the white deer beneath him jumped.

Facing hundreds of ferocious-looking Mountain Clan members, he led the charge.

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