Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The little silver-haired figure ran around like a lively hamster looking for food everywhere.

Fushishi City worships bronze ware, and the tombs are filled with bronze armor left by ancestors from past generations.

Most of them are tattered and have a history of at least thousands of years.

If you don't know how to handle them with care, the armor corroded by copper rust will break directly.

This is due to lack of maintenance.

After a while, Imon was busy and found three sets of bronze armor that were still intact.

One was only left with a breastplate, and two were missing arms and legs.

"Found a broken magic item, get magic essence +5, +3, +5..."

Different numbers of prompt sounds sounded, and the "Magic Essence Panel" appeared in front of me.

The golden funnel turned up and down, emitting a bright glow.

Until it stopped, the panel changed: [Essence Quantity: 16]

"What is the connection between the different amounts of essence obtained?"

Imon was panting with fatigue, and leaned over to illuminate several sets of armor with an oil lamp.

The first and the last two sets were relatively complete, with more "runes" engraved on the bronze armor, forming a ring pattern on the chest and wrists.

The set that provided the least amount of essence, the armor full of green rust was very fragile, and only the ring with runes on the chest remained.

After extracting magic power, the runes seemed to be more lifeless, and there was no spirituality at all.

Even the smell of copper became stronger.

Imon's eyes turned, guessing that the magic power came from these ancient runes.

Only the unknown power that the ancestors once mastered has the possibility of attracting magic power.

"Wait for mom to come back and try to ask." Maybe you can get useful information.

He needs more magic power.

After confirming that there were no other bronze armors in the tomb, Imon patted his dirty little hands and prepared to exchange magic cards.

"God bless you!"

The little mouth muttered something, and his finger poked the white card on the light board.

That was the only card he could afford.

Unlike the vibrant dragon eggs, the bronze armor is not very effective in storing and absorbing magic power.

This time the search is complete, I don't know when it can be reused.

Pop~~

The fingertips touched the light board, and a dazzling light flashed.

The card with [Guide once] shattered in an instant, and the golden finger shadow broke away and pointed to the east outside the tomb.

Imon's mouth opened in surprise, and a picture suddenly emerged in his mind.

East of Rune Stone City, a hill adjacent to the east coast.

The perspective kept zooming in and stopped on a bunch of soft, slender dark green grass leaves.

The grass leaves swayed gently, faintly emitting a fragrance.

"I think I know where it is."

The vision quickly recovered, and Imon left the tomb happily based on his previous impression.

He was jumping when he walked.

The valley is a land with a huge difference in environment, and the gap between the rich and the poor among the nobles inside is even greater.

The Royce family was once prominent, and their fiefdoms were vast.

Whether it was farming or grazing, there were no flaws in all aspects.

If it weren't for the fact that the vast coastline east of Runestone City was all towering cliffs or reef-filled beaches, there would be no conditions for building a port.

Even the only old neighbor in the valley that can be called a city, "Seagull Town", can't compare.

The location of [Guide Once] is a pasture with lush grass on the east coast.

That dense dark green grass is the precious medicine for curing insomnia and dreaminess.

...

Crack!

The wooden board was opened from the bottom, and a small head with silver-gold color poked out.

Imon looked around and confirmed that no one was slowly crawling out.

"What did you do in there!?"

Just halfway up, a man's rough and low voice came from above his head, rumbling like thunder.

Imon was startled and his big eyes were wide open.

Who is this?

Plop!

The wooden board was kicked open by a big foot, and the panicked Imon was also dragged by the back of the neck and fell to the ground.

The sun was very bright, and it was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes.

Looking around, it was still the backyard of Runestone City.

A tall figure stopped in front of him, blocking the dazzling sunlight, and lowered a gloomy and rough face.

"Gunthor?"

In front of him was a sturdy man with a height of seven feet and one foot, which was more than two meters.

The Mountain, the great villain in later generations, was about the same size.

After seeing the person clearly, Aemon straightened his neck and nodded arrogantly: "Are you questioning me?"

Nodding is a greeting.

Yes, this is the attitude.

If you don't like me, you can beat me up. In Runestone City and even in Westeros, there is no one who dares to touch me casually.

Eight-year-old rolling meat. Aemon thought so.

The two-meter-tall strong man Gunthor Royce really fell for this and bowed perfunctorily: "Prince, what do you think of the tomb?"

"No opinion, it just needs to be cleaned."

Aemon stood up and patted his dirty clothes, saying unjustifiably: "It's too dirty inside, so I did it myself."

He waved his hand again, indicating that you're welcome.

He was born noble, but also full of complexity.

He lives in Runestone City, but is named "Targaryen".

If nothing unexpected happens, he will inherit the ancestral property of the Royce family in the future.

It was fine at first, but his mother, Lady Rhea, was hunting all day, and she didn't care about her eldest son, and she was a hands-off manager.

But she didn't ask about the inheritance qualification, and her attitude was ambiguous.

As a result, the members of the Royce family's collateral and branch branches talked about it privately, and inevitably had some small thoughts.

In order to avoid trouble, Aemon was extremely tough with "them" and never gave in.

Gunsor frowned, and a fierce momentum rushed towards him.

Without saying a word, his mountain-like body alone was oppressive.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Aemon was not afraid at all, and his little neck was straight.

Afraid that the other party would forget his identity, he moved forward provocatively.

As if to say, hit me!

Gunsor's face became worse, and he had no answer for the silver-haired child who was only thigh-high.

He was one of the side branches of the Royce family, a senior knight family.

His bloodline was not as pure as Lady Rhea, and he was not qualified to inherit the Runestone City. He currently served as the coach of the castle.

With his exaggerated body, he has always been a bully.

He has never been so helpless.

"You are fine, just go."

Aemon's momentum was firmly in the upper hand, and he turned around and ran away.

The two-meter-tall man in front of him is not an ordinary person. He left his mark in the book "Blood and Fire".

After his mother, Lady Rhea, passed away, he appointed a cousin to inherit Runestone City.

After the "Dance of the Blood Dragon" ended, the Earl of Runestone City became Gunthor, known as the "Bronze Giant".

Speaking of which, this guy also killed one of his brothers-in-law.

Imon walked quickly, but he thought of his father who was away, and the other party had not hooked up with his second wife.

It's hard to say about his sister.

Just two steps away, Gunthor's unique low voice came from behind: "Lady Rhea is coming back from hunting, Sister Martha is looking for you everywhere to wash up and welcome the lady."

"Mom is coming back!" Imon's baby fat cheeks trembled, and his steps became faster.

Regardless of the two-meter-tall man, he quickly disappeared in the backyard of the castle.

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