Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 117: Ten Thousand People Jingguan
In a short while, Pentos turned into a hell on earth.

"Hahaha."

Aemon was so enchanted by it that he couldn't stop laughing.

He suddenly discovered how refreshing it was to vent without reservation.

There is no restraint, no trade-off.

Just keep burning.

boom!
There was a roar in the port of Kathromë and a tall tower collapsed.

Aemon narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed the fire in the distance.

No commands are needed.

Womisol raised his dragon head and soared towards the direction where the thick smoke was coming from.

The baptism of blood and fire hones an unshakable tacit understanding.

"Hiss!"

Silver Wing glided low in the sky, and the waterfall-like dragon flame swept across the remnants of the defeated troops in the port, and turned around to catch up with his partner.

The situation below had already been one-sided.

Ilic looked at the dragon flying away and shouted at the top of his voice, "Send the warships to the sea to support the port of Kaslome."

Alec, Gunthor and others followed orders and launched the ships out to sea.

"Come on!"

Addison was so bloodthirsty that he stayed in Pentos Port to finish the job.

He led the valley soldiers to form a shield formation and forced all the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdoms into the sea.

At this time, the wreckage of the pirate ship caught fire and boiled the nearby sea water.

……

Port of Kaslome.

The pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom suddenly changed their minds and the defenders were caught off guard.

More than a thousand garrison troops were in chaos and completely lost their command.

Horton and others led their men to hold the preset positions.

"Little ones, burn it all down!"

Racharino laughed wildly and rushed into the crowd waving two swords.

His martial arts skills were extremely superb, and his two scimitars were like crescent moons, and he could always find the right opportunity to slit his opponent's throat.

Under his leadership, the five thousand three-woman pirates fought with the momentum of fifty thousand men.

The cart pushing the kerosene barrel will break when it hits the shield formation.

The archers in the rear fired burning rockets into the sky, causing a huge fire.

After these three moves, the port was in complete chaos.

"I stopped that pervert and held out until the prince arrived."

Horton drew his sword.

Charge into the crowd and choose your target for a one-on-one duel.

Bang!

Racharino wielded his two swords with great force, leaving the young knight unable to defend himself.

Holden was very depressed.

It doesn’t matter whether you pass or not.

The other person's layered floral skirt kept flapping towards her face, giving off a foul smell.

"Haha, you look a little ordinary, otherwise I would take you home and feed you well."

Rachelino's beard trembled as he smiled, and he even took off his skirt when he got excited.

The chest guard looks like a hedgehog lying on its back, swinging its two pectoral muscles.

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Horton was kicked and flew backwards, vomiting blood.

"Go ahead, leave nothing valuable behind!"

Recharino raised his hand and roared, obviously extremely excited.

boom--

Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew from the night sky, suppressing the raging fire.

"Dragon Flame!"

The corners of Imon's mouth curled up wildly, and he was as excited as anyone else.

Womisol stayed in mid-air, with his dragon mouth open to gather a ball of bright copper dragon flame.

It was not until then that the crowd discovered that the crescent moon had turned into the sun.

Look up.

A huge bronze dragon with a body length of one hundred meters spread its wings, its ferocious dragon mouth opened and closed to its maximum arc, and there seemed to be magma surging deep in its throat.

"Hiss-"

Looking down upon all living beings like ants, the dragon's flames are like the scorching sun, bringing down divine punishment.

slaughter!

The billowing dragon flames poured down, instantly carbonizing everything they touched.

Before a large number of pirates could even see clearly, they were hit by the dragon flames and burned into charcoal that shattered at the touch.

"Seven Hells!"

Racharino stood there in a daze, not realizing that he was still a follower of the Seven Gods.

boom!
The bright copper dragon flame erupted in the form of a column of fire, like a blade cutting through the battlefield.

Tall and short buildings collapsed one after another, and canals and rivers dried up.

"No!"

Seeing the dragon flame coming towards him, Recharino screamed.

He dropped both swords and jumped into the sea with his buttocks tucked under him.

next second.

The dragon's flames swept over, engulfing the pirates who were landing.

In this one attack, there were more than 800 casualties.

"Hiss!"

Silver wings flew from afar, spewing dragon flames.

Two giant dragons fly side by side.

The entire port of Casromé lost its moonlight, leaving only the scorching flames of dragon flame.

"Help!"

"Run away..."

The pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom had no power to fight back. They pushed aside the valley soldiers who were blocking their way and fled like mad.

In the end, the majority of people jumped into the sea.

Some people climbed back into the pirate ship and tried to escape by boat.

Aemon glanced.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a sharp roar was heard, coming from far outside the bay.

"Dragon flame, sea smoke!"

Under the night sky, a light silver young dragon flapped its wings and leaped swiftly across the sea.

boom!
The dragon flames mixed with orange and silver descended and burned the pirate ships one by one.

Lanino put on his armor and shouted excitedly: "Wuhu~"

The arrival of one man and one dragon completely shattered the pirates' hopes of survival.

Aemon frowned slightly.

A hint of scarlet flashed across Womisoor's bronze vertical pupils as he swept across the young dragon hovering at low altitude.

On this battlefield, the third dragon seems redundant and an eyesore.

"Do our job well."

Aemon patted the dragon's back and averted his eyes.

He almost forgot.

There is also an ally providing naval support.

Wuwuwu——

At the entrance of the bay, the Velaryon fleet flying the seahorse flag slowly sailed in.

Among them, one can also find the flags of the Celtigar and Grafson families.

With the interception of the naval fleet, the war ended faster.

Before dawn, all the pirates in the three ports were wiped out.

It is still Porto Kaslome.

"Roar!"

Womisol crouched low to the ground with one shoulder pressed against the ground, making it easier for the rider to land.

Given the old dragon's personality, he has never been treated like this before.

The sailors of House Velaryon went ashore and cooperated with the soldiers of the Valley to clean up the battlefield.

The wounded were treated and the dead were collected. The edge of the port.

A sturdy man climbed up to the shore, vomiting water with a pale face.

His name is Rachelino.

Luckily he escaped the dragon's flames, but his underwear was burned to ashes.

"Whoohoo~~"

Rachelino was distracted and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

He felt like he was dying.

There was a resounding sound of footsteps, getting closer and closer.

Rachelino forced his eyelids open, but his vision was blurry.

A dark figure was vaguely seen with a huge red dragon engraved on its chest.

"Spare my life."

Racharino was so frightened that his whole body was convulsing, and he saw a cross-shaped white light flashing from the dark figure.

The other party said nothing and held up the white light high.

At the end of life, it was as if I had seen the black god of death.

Pfft!

The white light flashed for a moment, and the big man's body was torn into pieces.

Yimon glanced at it calmly and kicked the head away: "Put it away and put it on the top of the Jingguan."

"Yes, Prince."

The accompanying soldiers immediately held up the head.

In the light of the fire, more valley soldiers wielded their swords and chopped off the heads of the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Even the bodies of those who fell into the water and were burned to charcoal were salvaged and beheaded.

"What are you doing?"

The sea snake Corliss looked shocked and hurried over from a distance.

Along the way, a pedestal of human heads was built at the port of Port Caslome.

The soldiers in the valley were still beheading and building up the fortifications.

Aemon said calmly: "To intimidate the enemy."

"Why build a wall with human heads when you can just nail their bodies to the barren beach at the entrance of the bay?"

The sea snake Collis was confused.

There was no concept of building a Jingguan in this era.

It is cruel enough for crab feeders to tie living people to the beach and wait for the tide to drown them to feed the crabs.

Aemon looked around and saw that the Velaryon sailors were putting out the fire.

He took a deep breath and took off the dragon-wing helmet that was covering his face.

Her long silver-gold hair fell naturally on her blood-stained red cloak, and she said, "Lord Collis, you should go and put out the fire together."

You come when the battle is halfway fought. Why do you care about me instead of cleaning the ground?

"The war has been won. You should not leave behind a reputation for brutality."

Collis gritted his teeth, his tone revealing his disappointment.

The other party may very likely become his son-in-law.

How can I give my daughter a decent life if I ruin my reputation like Damon did?

"Please lower your head and take a good look."

Aemon said unhappily, "How many soldiers from the Vale have died? How are the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom going to pay them back?"

"What does that have to do with your insulting their bodies?"

Collis was stunned by the question.

Aemon's handsome face showed an innocent smile: "It doesn't matter, I just use it to vent my anger."

There must always be one between kindness and cruelty.

He could not make everyone praise his mercy, but he could make the world remember his cruelty.

The name of "Dragon Slayer" Aemon will be the blade for him to rule the valley.

"you……"

Collis' heart was pounding as he suddenly realized something.

From the very beginning, this guy's goal in forming an alliance was not to quell the rebellion of the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.

He wants to make a name for himself.

A notorious reputation that is enough to shock the entire continent of Westeros.

Aemon turned around.

Holding the helmet in one hand, he raised the clan sword "Sorrow" in the other.

In front of him were tens of thousands of valley troops gathered together.

"Your Highness the Prince."

The Kager brothers came staggering over, covered in blood.

Even with the dragon's firepower suppressing them, the dying counterattack of the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom was difficult to deal with.

Aemon nodded slightly, his eyes swept over each of his vassal subordinates one by one, and said in a low voice: "The war is over."

The army of the valley fell silent and stared at His Royal Highness.

"Look at the bodies around you. Are there any of your relatives or brothers?"

Aemon pounded his chest, his expression solemn: "They died in this war, in the war against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom."

The port of Kaslome was completely silent.

Everyone lowered their heads, searching for their relatives and friends, revealing their grief after the war.

To be fair, they are all knights and soldiers in peacetime.

In the first large-scale battle, many people couldn't even hold a sword.

"Don't be sentimental, that's a coward's emotion."

Aemon stepped forward and raised his voice. "Their blood will not be shed in vain. We have won this victory over the cunning pirates who plundered our fellow citizens in the Seven Kingdoms."

"They are honorable, and you are honorable, too."

"Years later, when someone asks you about this war, you should stand tall and tell them that you fought for a dragon king and cut off the heads of every pirate."

The sound was loud and reached everyone's ears.

The valley army was slightly dazed, wiping the blood off their faces, replacing them with determination and hatred.

The way to divert one emotion is often to create another emotion.

Aemon saw this and raised his arms and shouted: "Tell me, this victory that everyone will sing about, who are you fighting for!?"

There was silence for several seconds.

"Aemon Targaryen!"

Someone stood up and called out the young prince's name.

Imon continued to chant: "Louder, who are you fighting for!?"

"Aemon Targaryen!"

This time, the cheers were thunderous.

The entire valley army united as one, turning their gaze towards the silver-haired figure ahead.

The sacrifices of war are inevitable.

Fighting alongside a Targaryen dragonlord is an honor worth bragging about for a lifetime.

Aemon held up the Lament and shouted repeatedly: "Who are you fighting for!?"

"Aemon Targaryen!!"

Ten thousand voices responded, and the sound echoed for dozens of miles.

"Hiss-"

"Hiss!"

Womisol and Silver Wing roared towards the sky, and two streams of dragon flames pierced the night sky.

All of a sudden.

The sun rises over the sea, bringing the light of dawn.

The light fell and shone on a person.

Aemon held the sword with one hand and responded: "You fought for Aemon the Dragon Slayer, experienced the trials of blood and fire, and history will remember it forever!"

Wherever the eyes look, light spreads to every corner along the long silver-gold hair.

It illuminated the white knights guarding on both sides, illuminated the ruins of the battlefield, and illuminated the blood-stained armor of tens of thousands of troops in the valley.

Ten thousand people have ten thousand ideas.

At this moment, ten thousand thoughts merge into one.

“We will remember!”

The army in the valley shouted at the top of their lungs, showing unprecedented strength.

Collis watched the whole thing, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Aemon turned around and said, "Lord Corliss, you are old."

(End of this chapter)