Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 210 A Nest of Dragon Eggs

Rhaenyra finished her meal and looked over several blueprints Aemon had given her.

There is the new city Changhu Town and the royal palace Cuidu.

"Wow!"

Rhaenyra was shocked and asked, "According to the standard buildings on the blueprint, are you trying to replicate a river town?"

Not to mention Changhu Town with its city walls.

Cuidu is a royal palace. Although it does not cover as much area as the Red Fort, it has an ancient castle appearance and is made entirely of marble.

It's going to empty half of the national treasury!
"Don't worry, Mir is rich."

Aemon sat on the edge of the table, laughing and sharing the joy.

After overthrowing so many slave owners, the amount of money confiscated was an astronomical figure.

With the restoration of the port of Myr, trade will soon resume.

There will be no shortage of money.

"It's up to you to decide."

Rhaenyra put down the blueprint and shrugged indifferently.

She is still unable to handle the political affairs of King's Landing properly.

Mill's situation is more complicated.

Leave professional matters to professionals.

Thinking of this, Rainier looked around casually, but did not find the familiar figure in the black dress.

Lannar had told her a long time ago to be wary of the "Black Swan" Johanna.

After all, I couldn't defend it.

"Uh, what are you looking for?"

Aemon noticed her gaze and interrupted her by asking a question knowingly.

"nothing."

Rhaenyra simply stood up and said calmly, "Take me around Myr and see this city that I conquered with my own hands."

"follow me."

Aemon smiled in relief.

I just like the tsundere look of Rainier, she keeps silent when things go wrong and acts like she doesn’t care.

In fact, keep it in mind.

She suddenly gives you a scrutinizing look to remind you that she remembers everything.

……

Over the next few days, the two traveled around together.

boom--

A topaz-colored dragon shadow flashed by, broke free from the shackles of the thin clouds, and dived rapidly toward the ground.

Rhaenyra's face was tense, and she clenched the handle of the dragon saddle.

"Keep your arms relaxed and don't focus on the danger."

Aemon's voice came from above, warning repeatedly: "Control your dragon and try to communicate with your mind."

"Roar--"

Womisol rushed up into the clouds from low altitude. His huge body was like a bronze peak, and a roar like thunder came from the depths of his throat.

Directly below.

Syrax arched his strong waist and flapped his wings suddenly to speed up.

"Dragon flame, Syrax!"

At the critical moment, Rhaenyra shouted the order.

As Syrax was about to get close to the ground, the dragon head tilted up and changed from diving to gliding, and it opened its mouth to spit out thick golden dragon flames.

Rumble!
A group of Myr mercenaries fled along the Valyrian Road, only to be overtaken by a giant topaz dragon behind them, with dragonfire surging towards them.

When the screams stop, the training session ends.

"Hiss!"

Syrax landed on the ground, turned its slender neck, and rubbed its broad wing membrane with its dragon's kiss.

Like a big cat.

Rhaenyra took a deep breath, untied the chain around her waist, and jumped off the dragon's back with a "bang".

So exciting!
Abandon the simplest way of controlling a dragon, select a few difficult moves, and control the dragon to chase and kill unilaterally.

“I thought I was going to fall to the ground.”

Rhaenyra touched her forehead and broke out in a cold sweat.

She had never made a sharp turn on horseback.

Vermithor swooped down with a hurricane-force wind and slowly landed on the charred ground.

"how do you feel?"

Aemon dismounted from the dragon and examined Rhaenyra's body.

"Awful."

Rhaenyra complained, but there was unspeakable excitement in her eyes.

She wanted to do it again.

"With diligent training, you will be able to master the fourteen ancient dragon-controlling techniques in no time."

Aemon confirmed that she was not injured and smiled.

Rhaenyra rode on a dragon at a very early age and became a dragon rider at the age of 7.

But her uncle was too strict with her.

Not only did Syrax have no combat experience, but Rhaenyra's dragon-riding skills were also poor.

To lay the foundation for learning the binding spell in the future.

Aemon believes it is necessary to enhance the bond between man and dragon.

"I felt like Syrax could sense my thoughts at the last moment."

Rhaenyra was delighted and shared, "I can sense it, too. It's trying to flap its wings to keep itself balanced."

At that moment, the man and the dragon became one in mind.

Like the closest siblings.

"The best is yet to come."

Aemon nodded her head, laughing at the bumpkin.

Rhaenyra was furious, her purple eyes widened.

"Hiss!"

Syrax suddenly became angry and roared at Wormisol who was not far away.

The reason was that Womisoel ate the charred corpse on the ground.

"No! Syrax!"

Rainier hurried to comfort him and calm him down.

Syrax had just participated in a battle, and his wild and restless nature had not yet subsided. He even ignored the orders of his driver.

"Hiss!"

One after another, they paced hesitantly, challenging Womisol's authority step by step.

Aemon sighed helplessly.

Womisol ignored the cowardly female dragon and just swallowed the corpse by himself, even with his tail under his chin, lying on the charred ground.

“Hiss!”

Syrax was scorned, and he resolutely lowered his dragon body, with a ball of dragon flame accumulating in his throat.

"Calm down, Syrax!"

Rhaenyra was impatient and ran to the female dragon and patted the scales on its neck.

If it continues like this, it will die.

Syracuse disobeyed the order and decided to give it a try.

Womisol narrowed his vertical pupils slightly, keeping an eye on the female dragon's movements, ready to pounce on it and tear it to pieces.

"Stop the war! Syrax!"

Aemon spoke suddenly.

The magical binding spell was like a wake-up call.

"Gah?"

Syrax's pupils suddenly became clear, his dragon body trembled, and the dragon flame in his throat was suppressed.

Hearing this roar, all negative emotions disappeared.

"Syrax."

Rhaenyra was stunned.

"You spoil it too much."

Aemon was speechless: "It's a dragon, it must learn to restrain itself."

"Hiss!"

Syrax heard someone saying something bad about it, and turned around suddenly, grinning in warning.

"Quiet, Syrax!"

Aemon's eyes turned cold and he used the deterrent power of the binding spell.

Syracuse tilted its dragon head, as if it had seen its natural enemy, and crawled down obediently.

Can't be bothered, can't be bothered.

"Look."

Aemon spread his hands, demonstrating the benefits of combining kindness with severity.

Even though the old dragon like Wormisol was so irritable, he never lost control under his training.

Rhaenyra bit her lower lip, too shocked to speak.

Syracuse was scolded and curled up into a ball feeling aggrieved.

Looking back quietly, I saw that the driver was also scolded and was so angry that he was wagging his tail.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to my mind.

The tail is sticking out and the neck is stretched out.

Pfft!
Pull out a pile of black, hot, sticky dragon dung.

"Aemon, it seems..."

Rhaenyra had a telepathic connection and looked up in surprise.

Aemon didn't understand.

Syrax then defecated a huge pile of hot dragon dung, stuck his head out to sniff it, and protected it with his dragon body and tail.

"Eggs laid?"

The strange phenomenon of the dragon laying eggs flashed through Aemon's mind.

"seems like it."

Rhaenyra was also confused.

The two looked at each other, the latter lowered his head and took a step back guiltily.

Yimon covered his face helplessly and took out a special small hoe.

"Hiss!" As soon as he approached, Syrax glared at him.

"calm down."

Aemon stopped using the binding spell to scare him and instead coaxed him with a smile on his face.

It took a long time to get Syrax to move.

The small hoe was swung, throwing away the sticky hatchery.

one two three four……

Aemon counted carefully and found five dragon eggs of different colors leaning against each other.

One red, two green, one purple, and one red and purple.

Five dragon eggs almost blinded Aemon's eyes.

"How is it, are there any dragon eggs?"

Rhaenyra was terribly worried.

"Have."

Aemon's voice was dry.

Unbelievably, when Syrax got angry, he laid a nest of dragon eggs.

What a ruthless skill!
"Great."

Rhaenyra almost jumped up with joy and asked, "How many?"

"Five."

Aemon's eyes welled up with tears.

He was wrong!
At this moment, Aemon realized his own stupidity.

That's Syrax, a country famous for its fertility. How could he ask a cute little female dragon to train and fight?

Laying eggs is its real job.

"Five dragon eggs!"

Surprised and delighted, Rhaenyra counted on her fingers: "Last year, it laid three dragon eggs, which hatched a baby dragon. This year, it laid five, a total of seven dragon eggs."

Including the dozen or so dragon eggs in the dragon cave, there are also some older dragon eggs on Dragonstone.

The family suddenly surpassed the threshold of storing thirty dragon eggs.

Aemon said nothing.

He pulled out a piece of cloth and carefully packed the five hot dragon eggs.

"Hiss!"

Syrax roared at him, turned his head and dived into the driver's arms.

The dragon kissed gently, as if to say:
"Look mom, I'm a mom again."

"You're the best, Syrax."

Rhaenyra gave full emotional value, hugged Syrax's dragon head, and touched and rubbed it passionately.

Intimacy value max~~
……

A new nest of dragon eggs has been laid, and they are heading back to Myr quickly.

The miserable dinner ended with Rhaenyra's laughter.

After they returned to their room...

Attack and defense are easy.

After making love for most of the night, they both fell asleep exhausted.

Early in the morning.

Aemon had a long-lost dream.

……

Lonely mountain.

Aemon gritted his teeth, climbed across the misty mountainside and climbed towards the top.

He didn't know why he climbed the mountain.

[Solid as a Rock] lost its effect, and blisters formed on his hands and feet from being rubbed by the sharp rocks.

Subconsciously, I looked up, looking for the location of the dragon's nest.

Aemon was confused and saw nothing.

There were dreamlike clouds all around, and in the depths there seemed to be dragon shadows flying around.

boom--

Suddenly, there was an earthquake.

Aemon was horrified to find that the Lonely Mountain was split in the middle.

Streams of boiling and bubbling red magma emerged, the high temperature formed a vacuum area, and white smoke with a sulfur smell rose into the sky.

"Hiss-"

The familiar low roar resounded through the sky, like an eternal thunder.

Aemon's eyes blurred and then his body lost weight.

The last look, magma erupted violently.

Wow, wow, wow! …

There was a sound of leaves swaying and rustling.

At the top of Gushan Mountain, all the clouds and mist have dissipated.

A tall sacred tree made of bronze, with dozens of lush branches, each of which is covered with bronze bells.

Ten bronze birds of different heights stood on the branches, opening their mouths and chirping silently.

At the top of the bronze sacred tree, there is a sun disk hanging.

Before Aemon could take any more look, a terrifying high temperature burst out, as if it was being baked by the sun.

With a swish, red light illuminates the earth.

……

outside world.

Aemon's face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Those who don’t know might think that this is the consequence of excessive indulgence at a young age.

"call!"

Aemon's eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly.

Then, there was a buzzing sound in my head.

Looking around, I saw a bedroom dimly lit by candlelight.

Yimeng slapped his forehead and said in fear: "I'm dreaming again."

I also had such a dream.

With a thought, he called up his personal panel.

Aemon Targaryen

Talent: Dreamer (gold)
Bloodline: Dragon King of Old Valyria (58.5%)

Skills: Archery (never miss a shot), Horsemanship (top level), Swordsmanship (great accomplishment)...

Witchcraft: Binding spell (proficient), Burning rune (proficient), Solid rune (proficient), Illumination (proficient)...

Magic Cards: Strong and Robust (Blue), Solid as a Rock - Intermediate (Purple), Kingly Temperament (Purple)
Factions: Dale, Myr, Stepstones, Isle of Tarth
Equipment: Space Ring, "Sorrow", "Lady of Loneliness", War Horn...

Pets: Golden-nosed Rat (blue), White Deer (auspicious animal)

Comment: "A top dragonborn who is about to reach adulthood. Your bloodline is worth breeding."

"The panel is urging you to get married?"

Yimon tried to make the best of the situation and laughed.

Recalling the dream just now and considering the dreamer's talent, he would not underestimate it.

These strange dreams usually contain some kind of omen.

"The lonely mountain turned into a volcano, and the bronze sacred tree grew..."

Iemon rubbed his brows. It looked weird from every angle.

Bring up the card panel.

The white mist was thick and the shadows of three cards were floating up and down.

I looked at the time and saw that the magic cards were refreshed in the early morning.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in Aemon's mind, and he seemed to have caught a glimpse of inspiration.

His eyes fell on the bottom of the panel, next to the golden hourglass: [Essence Quantity: 5025]

After accumulating for more than half a year, the amount of magic essence has exceeded 5000.

I harvested five dragon eggs yesterday and earned an extra 15 points of essence.

Bo! Bo! Bo!
Aemon stretched out his hand and flipped open three card shadows.

1. [Imperial Command]: Call on members of the empire to communicate without obstacles.

2. [Flame Hammer]: A fire elemental artifact that has the power to pry open the earth's veins.

3. [Incubator]: Any egg placed in it will hatch quickly.

There are three cards, from top to bottom: purple, red, and blue.

The prices are: 3200, 4999, and 888 respectively.

Yimon looked at the third one carefully to get more detailed information.

On the card with a sky blue background, there is a black steel furnace placed diagonally, similar to the incubator in the dragon's lair.

The bottom line of small print:
Disposable props, please use them with care!
“Cannot be reused.”

Aemon frowned.

888 essence points, nearly four months of stockpiling.

It's hard not to feel a bit of a loss to exchange it for a disposable prop.

It can speed up the hatching of dragon eggs and is indeed a treasure.

After redemption, it is equivalent to hatching a baby dragon.

Eamon thought about it and shook his head reluctantly.

He has no offspring, so the returns from hatching dragon eggs are too low.

Looking past the [Imperial Order], the card is a flag on a dark purple background.

The effect is to form a team through flags and communicate over long distances.

The function is greater than that of a mobile phone.

Plus the price is high and I am really short of money.

Finally, focus on the [Flame Hammer].

The last time he missed the golden magic card [Hammer of Seawater], he was heartbroken for several nights.

[Flame Hammer]:
On the card with a red background, there is a square forging hammer, wrapped in a circle of flames.

"Can you pry open the earth veins?"

Aemon immediately thought of the Lonely Mountain in his dream.

Can this hammer be used to transform the terrain?

Turn an ordinary mountain into an active volcano?

(End of this chapter)