Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

The next day.

Aemon got up early and found Rhaenyra who was focused on repairing the road.

"Dragon flame!"

Rhaenyra sat on the dragon's back and gave the order out of boredom.

Syrax looked around and habitually spit out dragon flame.

The firesmiths from the coolie camp came forward to break the stones and mix them with fine sand and clay to pave the road.

A set of processes to enjoy the smoothness.

Aemon smiled and said, "If it weren't for Jansif telling me, I wouldn't know you got up so early."

"I don't have the bad habit of staying in bed."

Rhaenyra pouted and asked back, "How was the chat last night? Are you satisfied?"

Aemon's eyes were strange: "You are jealous."

Who doesn't know how to play straight.

Upon hearing this, Rhaenyra's face flushed half, and she tried her best to deny: "I just care about you."

It doesn't matter whether she is jealous or not.

The key is that Aemon's attitude yesterday made her quite satisfied.

But facing a valley girl carefully selected by Lady Rhea, it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel awkward.

"Oh~~"

Aemon was meaningful and deliberately prolonged his tone.

Rhaenyra couldn't hold back her face and said in a deep voice: "You are here to replace me, so you pave the way."

"Of course not."

Aemon refused.

After working for half a month, Wormithor almost devoured his master.

After that, he huddled in the dragon's nest in the mountains and slept with Silver Wing all day.

"What are you doing?"

Rhaenyra said unhappily.

Aemon crossed his arms and said lightly: "Gonsor led a thousand people out of the Moon Mountains and took you to ride the dragon to participate in the war."

Rhaenyra was stunned when she heard the words, and her anger was dispersed by the surprise.

She couldn't resist the temptation at all.

...

North of the mountains.

Aemon rode a white deer up the hillside, leading nearly a thousand soldiers.

It consisted of 150 valley knights, 800 longbowmen, and 30 valley knights led by Adrian.

The latter followed after hearing the news and wanted to help.

Aemon naturally would not refuse and gladly accepted the good intention.

"Are you sure you don't want to ride a dragon?"

Rhaenyra sat on the back of the white deer and turned back to ask with a frown.

Aemon said confidently: "With Syrax and Gray Shadow, the mountain clan will have enough trouble."

Vormithor is too strong.

If it comes, it will not be able to train soldiers at all.

The eight hundred longbowmen put down their weapons and wait for the dragon to burn and come out to clean up the ground.

Besides, the copper-bright dragon flame of Vormithor is comparable to magma, and it is easy to get out of control in the mountains and forests.

Setting fire to the mountains is not a joke.

"Okay, but I didn't see the shadow of the mountain clan along the way."

Rhaenyra participated in the war for the first time, and she couldn't hold back.

"A real hunter must be patient."

Aemon held the reins and held her down.

At this time, the two were one in front and one behind, and the former's petite figure nestled in his arms.

Rhaenyra raised her eyes and glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

The mountains were difficult to walk, and the war horses were abandoned.

Only the white deer that Aemon subdued, relying on its strong physique with a shoulder height of two meters and a length of five meters, could walk on flat ground.

A faint sound...

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the bushes in the distance.

Aemon's ears moved slightly, he took off the dragon bone bow, put on the arrow, and shot it out with a swoosh.

Puff!

The dull sound of an arrow breaking through the body came from the bushes, followed by a shrill dog barking.

"Woo woo woo~~"

Gonsor immediately stepped forward, swept away the low bushes with his heavy sword, and pulled out a black-haired fine dog.

An arrow pierced its neck, and the dog's blood flowed.

"Prince, it's a hunting dog."

Gonsor's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the dog was not wild.

Rhaenyra finally reacted.

She stared at Aemon in amazement with her beautiful eyes.

Aemon ignored him and called a longbowman from the Firesmith Tribe, frowning and asking, "Does anyone in the mountain clan keep dogs?"

The mountain was short of supplies, and many tribes couldn't even get enough food.

Being able to keep dogs proved that they were very strong.

The longbowman carefully checked it and said in surprise, "Prince, this is a mountain dog from the Painted Dog Tribe."

He then explained the situation of the Painted Dog Tribe.

A large tribe in the mountain clan, with a population of more than 5,000 people.

Good at training hunting dogs and cooperating with hunters to hunt.

"It is said that some hunters in the Painted Dog Tribe have the talent of shapeshifting, and can see things thousands of miles away by controlling the hunting dogs they have raised since childhood."

After the longbowman finished speaking, he poked the bleeding wound of the black-haired dog.

"Woo woo woo~~"

The black-haired dog was full of vitality and was still twitching and howling.

Aemon was keenly aware that the dog's eyes contained pain and human despair.

"Is there really a shapeshifter?"

Rhaenyra was surprised.

Skinchangers are a special talent passed down in the blood of the ancestors.

They can put their perspectives on animals and control their actions.

When she was a child, what she heard most was her father telling her grandfather, the King of the Elders, about his legendary experiences.

He said that when his grandfather was young, he visited the Wall of Despair and helped the Night's Watch defeat the wildling army, burning skinchangers and giants to death.

"Are skinchangers more terrible than dragons?"

Aemon didn't find it strange and ordered, "Give this hound a quick death."

"Yes!"

Gunthor was quick and broke the neck of the black-haired hound.

After the episode, they continued to march.

Aemon occasionally observed the surroundings, trying to find new clues.

He had a hunch that as the Pyrosmith tribe surrendered, the spies of the Black Ear tribe were late to return.

This aroused the vigilance of the mountain clans and made them unite to face the outside world.

It is very likely that a skinchanger's soul was trapped in the black-haired hound just now.

When the animals controlled by the skinchanger die, damage is dealt back to them.

It can range from being mentally damaged to being completely insane on the spot.

…

Fast forward half a month later.

I didn’t see a single mountain clan or a tribal village.

Aemon directly confirmed that the Alpine clans had joined forces.

Temporary camp.

Eamon sat on the ground and lit a bonfire in front of him.

"Hiss!"

Syrax flew over the mountains and forests and slowly landed on the ground.

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Bang!

Rhaenyra jumped off the dragon's back, carrying a hare in her hands.

"How was your day?"

Aemon asked as usual.

Rhaenyla shook her head and said, "The Mingyue Mountains are the main home of the Alpine Clan. They hide in the ravines and cannot be found even if they are riding a dragon."

After saying that, he knelt down by the campfire and skillfully skinned the hare and emptied its belly.

After half a month, the princess also developed good skills.

Aemon glanced at it and smiled heartlessly.

Rhaenyra was in great contrast. Her black dragon suit was covered in dust, her soft silver hair was frizzy, and she lowered her head to handle her lunch seriously.

"You should go back and wash up before coming back."

Eamonn’s kind reminder

Unexpectedly, Rhaenyra looked at the gray silver-gold hair, blushed and said, "Is it dirty?"

"I mean, you don't have to eat hard."

Aemon's remaining conscience troubled him, and he couldn't bear to see the princess of a country behave like this.

She's almost becoming a fire maid.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips: "You haven't even gone back, so I'm fine with this."

"How to say?"

Eamonn took the dressed rabbit and grilled it on the bonfire.

He doesn't like his attendants when he goes out, and he also suffers from them.

no way.

No attendant can keep up with the dragon's speed, so it's better to experience it yourself.

Rhaenyra arranged her clothes, crawled to Aemon's legs and lay down, resting her head on his thighs, raised her head and said:

"I feel very free. I don't have to worry about the Iron Throne all the time. There's no chattering from ministers. It's just you and me."

After a pause, he added: "And Syracuse, it's best to have a small cake."

So Syracuse is equated with cupcakes?

Aemon laughed dumbly: "You are a princess, the heir to the Iron Throne, and you should have a bigger pursuit."

If things go badly like this, it would be better for him to sit on the Iron Throne.

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and said in a sweet dream: "I am the queen. If you come to be the regent, I can ride a dragon and swim across the straits, and eat as many cakes as I want."

"Are you kidding me?"

Aemon frowned, this attitude was unacceptable.

Rhaenyra said calmly: "I never joke about little cakes."

Aemon was silent for a moment and moved his body to the side: "My legs are numb."

I really hate that iron cannot become steel.

He didn't value the Iron Throne, only treating it as an iron chair with his hands cut off.

As long as there are dragons and territories, the Iron Throne is nothing more than a symbol.

But as the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra shouldn't have the same negative emotions.

How to fight against Allison and the aristocracy headed by the Green Party.

With the Targaryen family in her hands, it was only a matter of time before they fell.

"Are you angry?"

Rhaenyra rested her head on an empty pillow and raised herself up with one hand.

Aemon opened his mouth, trying to say I'm not angry.

I feel too childish.

When the words came to his lips, he said unceremoniously: "If you just want to enjoy the power without fulfilling your responsibilities, you might as well give up your status as heir as soon as possible and become a vassal of little Aegon."

Considering how stupid the kid looks when he is three years old, he can have less mental burden when he raises an army to serve the king.

Rhaenyra was stunned and said softly: "Then do you want to be my vassal?"

"I am not anyone's vassal, in any way!"

Eamonn was extremely serious.

Daemon, the father of the original world, was her vassal, even though Rhaenyra's four-quarter flag had the three red dragon emblems representing Daemon.

But it was still a vassal, just giving comfort.

The fate of a vassal is to be a victim when the vassal goes crazy.

Hearing this, Rhaenyra's eyes dimmed, and her whole body seemed at a loss.

She thought the relationship between the two was good enough.

"Think carefully about what the Iron Throne means to you."

Eamonn was too lazy to waste time and put down the half-roasted rabbit.

She won't wake up unless the sweet dream is broken.

The Iron Throne does not need a second "Magor the Cruel", the Targaryen family must continue.

If no one of the uncle's descendants can sit on the Iron Throne.

He didn't mind taking it.

Anyway, he is also the bloodline of "Brave Belron" and the great-eldest grandson of his great-grandfather, King Renrui.

…

Left not long ago.

Eamonn gets a piece of news.

In a valley twenty miles to the north, traces of the activities of the Gaoshan clan were found.

The patrol saw the Mountain Spitz of the Painted Dog Department on the road.

"What should I pay attention to from the camp to that valley?"

With eight hundred eyes, Aemon immediately noticed something was wrong.

The messenger said: "Sir Gunsor said that there is a narrow mountain road in front of the valley and it is easy to be ambushed."

Aemon nodded suddenly.

Ambushes are the specialty of the Alpine Clan.

"Inform the army and separate a team to go down the mountain to change the guard. The rest will search the valley tomorrow."

Aemon gave the order decisively, turned around and left.

The messenger was stunned for a moment and quickly went to report it.

After everyone left, a pair of green eyes emerged from the bushes in the distance.

A thin mountain dog stuck out its nose, sniffed to remember the smell, and then quietly groped its way out of the bushes.

Soon disappeared into the forest.