Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

After a long time, the fire in Castrome Port was extinguished.

A 100-meter-wide Beijing temple built with human heads stands majestically on the edge of the port.

Human heads with ferocious faces stared in every direction.

In the days that followed, faint screams and wails were heard.

Compiled by bards as a legend of the undead pirates.

"Hiss-"

A huge bronze dragon roared across the Bay of Pentos and soared towards the other side of the strait.

A giant silver-gray dragon flies beside him.

On the sea below, fleets flying various flags transported the army of the valley.

In a mighty way, they headed straight to Seagull Town.

Aemon didn't close his eyes all night and fell asleep on the dragon's saddle.

The pirates of the Three Women Kingdom were pacified.

Those who disrespect him will also pay the price in blood and fire.

boom--

Suddenly, a faint sound of breaking wind came from the bay behind me.

Aemon's ears moved slightly, looking for sound.

The sea smoke is smaller and hovers over the ruins.

Lanino was nowhere to be seen, probably cleaning up the battlefield with his father.

Where's the noise coming from?

Aemon's mind was spinning and his eyes fell on the bustling city of Pentos.

…

Pantos.

Prince's Palace, back garden.

"Hiss... Ga..."

A sharp, penetrating roar sounded, accompanied by the muffled sound of the giant object falling to the ground.

The pot-bellied Prince Regio came over upon hearing the sound, his body froze in place.

The wedding is over and the war is won.

The joy that could not be hidden was directly shattered by the scarlet beast in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, I don't mean any harm."

A voice was magnetic, with a hint of arrogance.

boom--

Corakxiu's eyes were sharp and his body was slightly lowered like a snake, revealing the tall and straight figure on his back.

Damon looked calm and walked down on the dark red wing membrane.

In the eyes of Prince Regio, it was another scene.

Her short silver-gold hair is combed back, her waist is strong and straight, and her left hand is caressing the clan sword "Dark Sister".

When he appeared, he seemed to be the center of the world.

The carefully laid out gardens and beautifully carved palaces have all become unworthy of mention.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Corakxiu roared around, raising its long neck and shrouding the driver's head.

The crossbow arrows peeking in the dark were all blocked by the huge body.

Damon took his time and did not issue an order from beginning to end.

"Prince Daemon."

Regio laughed dryly and said: "What kind of wind brings you here?"

How could I not recognize the "King of Straits" who has ruled the Stepped Stone Islands for several years?

"Let's talk about compensation."

Damon spoke calmly.

Regio was confused: "As far as I know, I haven't had any transactions with you?"

He owes the other party's son the distribution of spoils everywhere, and will discuss it with the sea snake afterwards.

But why should the other party ask for the account?

"It was a good fight, right?"

Damon said.

"certainly."

Regio smiled apologetically.

"You know, in the past few years, I had to fight like this every once in a while."

Damon's eyes were sharp and he said: "Someone has enjoyed my protection, and now it's time to repay the debt."

These guys crossed him and started a private war.

They are all the targets of debt collection.

"But……"

Regio was shocked, he never expected that this would happen again.

"Hiss... Ga..."

Corakxiu neighed, flapped his broad wings, and rose up from the ground like a snake.

Prince Reggio shut his mouth.

Damon raised the corners of his lips and crossed his hands on his chest.

The land on the Stepped Stone Islands can no longer be taken.

We have to start with the Free Trade City.

…

Three days later.

Valley, river valley town.

Inside the first white city wall, there are tents of tens of thousands of troops stationed in a ring.

Brightly colored flags were flying, all pointing towards the tallest and largest two-cent flag.

Victory at the Battle of Pentos.

With a wave of His Majesty's hand, the army entered River Valley Town and held a celebration ceremony for seven days and seven nights.

All the troops came in, numbering over fifteen thousand.

There are more people than the aborigines and mountain clans in Riverdale Town combined.

Lonely mountain, at the foot of the mountain.

"Roar——"

A huge beast was lying on the ground, its head with sparse horns and crest resting on the rock, looking rather old-fashioned and lazy.

"Miss Lanner, we still haven't found His Highness the Prince."

Eric stood far away.

Lanner stood next to the old dragon, pushing a few sheep: "Are there few people in the army?"

Both were invited.

Halfway through the celebration, Aemon was nowhere to be seen.

Hearing this, Ilic said: "Sir Gunthor and Sir Gerald are missing. Also going out with them are the eight hundred valley knights from Runestone City."

At first, I thought Runestone City was temporarily recalled.

"Then there's no need to look for it."

Lanner looked at the dragon's nest halfway up the lonely mountain and whispered: "They will come back on their own."

…

A celebration was held in River Valley Town, and the good news spread throughout the valley from Seagull Town.

On this day, the Waywood family sent out invitations.

Old Red's eldest grandson married the daughter of a wealthy knight and was going to hold a grand wedding.

Invite all the nobles in the valley and hope to have a lively event.

However, invitations were few and far between.

At night.

Iron Oak City, the Helm Hall.

The castle was brightly lit and the halls were packed.

The melodious sound of the piano was played, accompanied by a series of laughter and laughter.

Old Red dressed up and sat in the main seat.

He had no expression, looking at the people present with lowered eyebrows.

He has more than a dozen sons, seven or eight daughters and sons-in-law, and even more grandchildren...

Counting all the relatives, people with the surname Waywood alone filled most of the hall.

Fortunately, there was lime and honeycomb coal.

The hall was renovated and the fireplace lit a warm flame.

"Who is coming?"

Old Red tilted his head to ask.

His eldest son was laughing foolishly and replied, "Our whole family is here."

"Stupid, I mean the nobles on the invitation!"

Old Red couldn't help getting angry.

His name day was in the middle of last month, and he chose to hide.

I thought he could keep things quiet.

Until a few days ago, he heard that the young Targaryen boy won the "Battle of Pentos" and cruelly piled the pirates' heads into a tower.

From then on, he knew that hiding was useless.

He must win over the nobles of the valley who also rejected Targaryen and form an alliance to protect himself.

His eldest son shrank his neck: "No one came. Except for a few secondary nobles, all the famous nobles said they had something to do."

After a pause, he smiled and said: "But they all sent gifts. It seems that they still remember the glory of the Waywood family."

Old Red slapped his forehead and closed his eyes in pain.

No one was willing to form an alliance with the Waywood family.

Gulltown and Iron Oak City successively rejected the young Targaryen boy, which made the boy lose face.

After Runestone City summoned the army, Gulltown opened the city and let them go. The Graveson family was as obedient as a dog.

The next target must be Iron Oak City.

The nobles of the Valley reached a consensus.

Iron Oak City will welcome the revenge of the other party with a triumphant momentum.

"What will he do?"

Old Red's mind was confused, imagining the changes that would happen next.

Iron Oak City is so strong, and the family bloodline is prosperous.

No matter what, it will not be destroyed in the storm.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano changed.

Old Red shuddered and subconsciously looked up.

"The bride is here."

The door opened, and a freckled girl in a wedding dress slowly entered the venue holding her father's hand.

It turned out to be the testimony stage of the wedding, and the sound of the piano became gentle as water.

Old Red's tense body relaxed and patiently watched the wedding ceremony of his eldest grandson.

Nothing special.

He had been married more times than anyone else present.

If there was anything that could really attract attention, it would be that the bride's butt was very round.

"Hehe."

Old Red smiled and drank, and his big hand touched the young lady.

The bloodline of the Waywood family was prosperous, and thinking too much was just worrying.

After the wedding testimony, it was the turn of the wedding prank stage.

The men carried the bride and said they would carry her to the wedding room to take off her skirt.

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The women grabbed the groom and untied his belt on the spot.

There were not only people from the Waywood family in the hall, but also many merchants from the Arryn Valley.

Seeing this scene, they cheered and shouted.

Old Red was used to it, but he couldn't help laughing.

The whole family was reunited, three generations living under one roof.

How many people envied him.

"Lord Red, we have prepared gifts for this wedding."

A businessman stood up with a wine glass.

Old Red was very interested and said pretentiously: "I like gifts, take them out and let me see."

The businessman waved his hand, and more than a dozen people carried a huge object covered with red cloth into the door.

"It's so big."

The bride was carried into the air, and the wedding gift was very important.

The wedding prank was not over yet, and two groups of men and women continued to carry the newlyweds out of the door.

Boom!

The huge object fell to the ground, and the bluestone floor shook up dust.

Old Red stretched his neck and said anxiously: "Open it and take a look."

The businessman pulled open the red cloth.

A two-meter bronze bell appeared in everyone's sight.

The texture of the bronze bell was rough, and it was rushed at a glance.

The packaging was very delicate.

Black roses were decorated and tied into garlands and put on the bell.

"Send a bell?"

Old Red frowned, not understanding the meaning.

"Yes, this is a gift from the nobleman in River Valley Town."

The merchant smiled and retreated behind the bronze bell.

At this moment.

The sound of the piano changed, from the gentleness of the wedding to a kind of oppressive dullness.

The tune was familiar.

The cellist closed his eyes and slowly played "The Rainy Season of Caslome".

Old Red was stunned for a moment, and a frightening thought popped up in his mind.

"No!"

This is not music, it is clearly a soul-stirring song.

Bang!

The door slammed shut, blocking the way out.

On the second floor compartment.

Some merchants and servants took out crossbows and shot at the crowd below.

"Ah!"

"..."

The members of the Waywood family had no time to dodge, and most of them fell to the ground after being shot.

Many people did not understand until they died.

It was a peaceful and peaceful wedding just now, how could it suddenly be full of murderous intentions.

"Someone is rebelling!"

Old Red's eldest son was shocked and gathered several brothers to resist.

One of them picked up the table to block the arrows.

But soon, white foam came out of their mouths and they fell to the ground twitching.

Not only the crossbowmen, but also the poisoners in advance.

For a while, the guests in the hall became fish on the chopping board.

The screams and cries intertwined, forming a sharp contrast with the indifferent executioners.

Dang!

Old Red's face turned pale and the wine glass in his hand fell.

Two figures rushed up the steps, with daggers against his and the young lady's throats.

Old Red did not dare to resist and kept swallowing saliva.

Seeing the tragic situation of his children and grandchildren suffering from poisonous alcohol, he was trembling all over.

"Don't worry, there's no poison in your wine."

It was the same businessman who was whispering in the old guy's ear.

"Why?"

Old Leide's eyes were hesitant, and he was really at a loss.

Everything happened so fast that he still can't accept it.

The businessman explained: "You were poisoned and died first, how could you witness the death of your descendants?"

Old Red's liver and gallbladder trembled, and he immediately realized who had done such a cruel method.

"Don't kill me..."

The young lady was horrified and begged for mercy.

After a cup of tea, corpses littered the hall.

The two businessmen looked at each other, and the latter wiped the young lady's neck with a knife.

The buzzing noise disappears.

Old Red was indifferent.

Watching his children and grandchildren die in front of his eyes, his face turned pale.

The businessman leaned into his ear and spoke quickly: "Prince Aemon sends you his sincere greetings."

After saying that, he slit his throat with the dagger.

"Well……"

Old Red's eyes were about to burst, and a large amount of blood sprayed from his throat.

The old body twisted and struggled, rolling down the steps from the high platform, leaving a bloody trail.

In the end, he died with his eyes open.

The two businessmen looked at each other, cut off Old Red's head, wrapped it in cloth and took it away.

The cello stops.

The assassins dressed as businessmen and attendants took off their disguises, took out the barrels of kerosene prepared in advance, and sprinkled them all over Iron Oak City.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the lone moon is hanging high.

Next to a huge lake.

A white deer with hair like white satin lowers its head to drink water, and the lake reflects the blazing fire.

Aemon looked up at the sky, and saw two huge figures dancing under the moon.

"Prince."

Gunthor rode forward.

In the woods behind, all eight hundred Valley Knights were on standby.

Aemon waved his hand.

The plan works perfectly and no backup plan is needed.

Not long after, dozens of assassins arrived.

Someone was holding old Red's head, and someone was holding down a newlywed couple.

"Keep your head as a souvenir."

Aemon glanced lightly and ruled: "The Waynwood family has no descendants, and the girls have been sent to Oldtown to become silent sisters."

puff!

Gunthor unsheathed his heavy sword and chopped off the groom's head.

The bride didn't let go either, she opened her mouth and pulled out her tongue.

He screamed and passed out immediately.

The assassins retreated one by one, each took a black rose from their arms and placed it on the heads of the two Waywoods.

On their chests, they wear a "graceful black swan" coat of arms.

Boom!

The towers of Iron Oak City collapsed as the fire burned.

All descendants were extinct, and the Waynwood family was completely withered.

Eamonn thought it was not enough. He pointed to the Black Rose grave beside the lake and said lightly: "Iron Oak City is gone. From now on, this lake will be called Black Swan Lake, and a Black Rose Hall will be built on the lakeside."

Gunthor was silent.

"You come to be the lord of the Black Rose Hall and become the independent Royce family of the Black Rose Hall."

Eamonn said in an understatement.

Gunthor suddenly raised his head, in disbelief.

"Materials were transferred from the valley town, and construction started after the fire was extinguished."

Aemon pulled the reins and turned the white deer around.

Plop!

Gunthor dismounted and knelt on the ground.

"I swear to you..."

He solemnly swore an oath to be loyal to the Targaryens of Riverdale for generations.

"I accept it."

Aemon returned the oath and drew out his clan sword "Lament" to perform the ceremony.

After finishing, he calmly led his troops and left.

After tonight, there will be no more Waywoods.

The technique is not clever, but it is practical.

He was sending a signal to the nobles of the valley.

With a dragon on his crotch, he can win the battle of Pentos.

Even with or without a dragon, a thousand-year-old castle can be burned down.

Hopefully the next time someone hears The Rains of Castrome, they will remember what happened to the Waynwood family.