After reading it once, Aemon's chest filled with anger.
"Damn it! We've only been honest for a few years!"
The Three Women's Kingdom pirates forced Seagull Town to close its port.
They also seized his city's building materials for next month.
They're all a bunch of rubbish!
Steve said, "Prince, Sir Ryan is arguing with Lord Grafson about letting our building materials land first."
"Why did Seagull Town stop our goods?"
Jansif frowned, keenly aware that something was wrong.
Aemon held the letter and sneered, "Money moves people's hearts, and some people want to take advantage of that."
"The building materials for River Valley City are easy. Once a month is not conspicuous."
However, the materials for building two city walls are not so easy.
Long blue bricks are transported to the river valley every now and then.
Not to mention the food for the five thousand laborers, which is brought ashore one by one.
It's not surprising that some people are jealous.
"Prince, should we notify Lady Rhea to negotiate?"
Jansif was clearheaded and thought to ask her elders to solve the problem first.
"It's useless," Aemon said with cold eyes.
Aemon said coldly: "Instead of wasting time, it's better to negotiate my way."
After that, he walked straight to the Lonely Mountain.
...
Lonely Mountain,
Halfway up the mountain, Aemon grabbed the rock wall and climbed higher and higher.
He looked down at the ground below. The steep mountain was bumpy and uneven with large and small mines dug out of it.
Lonely Mountain is a high mountain.
The Blacksmith Guild mined natural copper ore there and named it after him.
The name means isolated from the world and towering.
This name is great for a high mountain where a dragon lives.
Plop!
Aemon rolled sideways into the dragon's nest, which had a faint sulfuric smell.
There was no way.
Vermithor slept for three months without waking up.
Silverwing is a home dragon, and no one can command her.
Gray Shadow is simple-minded, and Targaryen will not let him ride a second dragon.
I can only climb the mountain with my bare hands.
"Roar..."
I got up from the ground and heard heavy, powerful breathing.
Aemon's eyes were firm as he strode toward the depths of the dragon's nest.
Seagull Town had blocked his cargo ship. This was the first time the valley's nobles had challenged him.
He was angry, and rightfully so.
As anger filled his heart, a string in his mind was gently plucked.
The giant dragon, silent for a long time, was about to wake up.
Aemon's steps were heavy, and he avoided the piles of black dragon feces produced by Silverwing.
He didn't touch them in case there were dragon eggs hidden in them.
Silverwing had a gentle personality. After his partner fell asleep, Silverwing dug another cave deep in the dragon's nest and was accustomed to his partner guarding the entrance.
A breeze blew by.
Ringing—
A clear, pleasant bell sounded from the only part of the nest where light shone.
Aemon looked up.
Swaying in the wind on a bronze branch was a small copper bell.
"Can it make a sound?"
Aemon was puzzled.
He remembered that half a month ago, the bronze bell had been silent when shaken.
He didn't know what power the sacred bronze tree had.
But he could feel this bronze life, known as a "holy object," constantly accumulating strength.
This power was closely related to River Valley Town.
Aemon paused for a moment, then continued walking deeper into the dragon's nest.
The most urgent task was to retrieve his goods.
He would make the man who dared to stretch out his claws pay the price of blood and fire.
"Roar..."
In the darkness, breathing became heavier.
Aemon stopped and stared straight ahead.
His vision was blocked, and he couldn't see clearly.
He could vaguely make out the outline of a bronze dragon, whose hot breath came to his face.
"Three Women's Kingdom, Seagull Town..."
Aemon muttered, and then he closed his eyes.
Anger surged in his heart, and he gently raised his palm.
Suddenly, the heavy breathing stopped.
Rumble!
The enormous body, as big as a mountain, swayed slightly and shook off a layer of rock fragments. The thorn-like horn crown smashed the stalactites in the cave.
The entire dragon's nest trembled slightly, as if the anger had accumulated and was about to erupt like a volcano.
Swish!
A pair of copper-bright vertical pupils suddenly opened, as if endless copper water were surging with the intent to burn everything.
"Long time no see, Vormithor!"
Aemon greeted him for the first time, his eyes bright.
Vermithor glanced at him with his vertical pupils, exposing his jagged fangs, and his scaled jaw dragged across the ground, leaving scratches.
The ferocious dragon with scars hit the driver's raised palm immediately.
It woke up.
"It seems that you slept soundly."
Aemon teased him, a curve appearing at the corner of his lips.
...
A moment later:
"Hiss—"
A roar as loud as thunder broke out, and the deep sound waves spread over dozens of miles, startling countless creatures and plants.
With the Lonely Mountain at its center, continuous clouds and mist shook the sky.
It seemed to announce to the sky and earth that the "Bronze Fury" had awakened.
Boom!
Vermithor spread his wide wings, and his brown wing membranes covered the sky and the earth. They covered the majestic town at the foot of the Lonely Mountain.
The next second—
The dragon released the rocks on the edge of its nest. It fell freely like a meteor before spreading its wings and raising its head.
In an instant, the sky above the valley town darkened.
The townspeople looked up and saw the bronze, wall-like chest. In the blink of an eye, only a thick dragon tail remained.
"Dragon flame!"
Aemon leaned on the dragon's back and shouted orders.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor raised his head and roared. Fire emerged from the depths of his throat, and the bright copper dragon flame rolled down like an exploding furnace.
Against the backdrop of the flames, he appeared even more majestic.
"Hahaha!"
Aemon felt the long-lost heat and sensed the changes in the giant dragon beneath him.
Just looking at the dragon's head, which was more than a circle larger than before it fell asleep, was majestic and domineering.
If you consider the total length of the head and tail, it is even bigger.
A cursory observation shows that it is at least 100 meters long.
Dragons live for hundreds of years, so being 100 years old and 100 meters long are crucial milestones.
Vhagar is over 160 years old, yet his body is only over 130 meters long.
Vermithor is in his early 80s and has already surpassed the 100-meter mark.
It is predicted that he will be a terrifying dragon that surpasses the "Black Death," Balerion.
"You don't look like an old dragon anymore."
Aemon smiled and stroked the bronze scales, which were thicker than before.
"Roar!"
Vermithor roared with pride.
As his body grows, all of his physical attributes improve.
The bronze scales are thickening, and the original roughness is disappearing, turning into a sharp metallic luster.
This subtle change occurs after the sublimation of life.
The most noticeable change is in appearance.
When a dragon is about 100 years old, its body grows larger and larger, and it gradually shows signs of aging.
For example, the skin and flesh become loose, and the jaw sags.
Vermithor is exceptionally talented, and he far exceeds the size of a second-generation dragon.
When Aemon tamed him, his jaw drooped slightly.
Now, its jaw fits tightly, and its thick, long neck is flexible, just like a young dragon.
"Hiss—"
Vermithor flapped his wings, and his huge body soared into the sky. He spun in the air, performing difficult movements.
This was a posture of soaring that only he could perform before.
"Fly, Vormithor!"
Aemon opened his arms and felt the wind blow against his face.
Their speed increased constantly, gradually breaking through the wind resistance and producing a roar.
The idea that older dragons are slower is wrong.
The larger the dragon, the faster it flies.
The real slowness comes from losing flexibility after becoming too large.
Vermithor regained his vitality and speed, and he couldn't help but show his fangs.
In a flash,
A man and a dragon flew out of the valley and soared all the way east.
...
Crab Bay.
Facing the Gorge Sea, the Crab Claw Peninsula is located across the sea.
"Hiss—"
A huge bronze dragon rushed past, its broad wings cutting through the thick clouds.
Aemon crouched down and looked at the endless sea below.
The Free Fortress Empire, during the ancient Valyria period, was composed of forty dragon king families, land-owning nobles, and sea families.
The dragon king families occupied the main position, while the other two groups provided supplies and opened up trade routes.
The western continent of Essos, once conquered, was a prototype city-state that relied on sea families to blockade and break through free trade city-states one by one.
Today, the Targaryen family is the only dragon king family left.
Of the many sea families, only the Velaryon and Celtigar families remain.
"If the Targaryens do not take the initiative to expand outward, they will perish in decline."
Aemon understood the course of history and was determined to conquer the valley.
The dragon king families of ancient Valyria verified this truth.
Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
"Roar!"
Vormithor's pupils shone as he flapped his wings, lowering his altitude. He stared at a piece of hazy mist that could not be cleared.
"Something?"
Aemon understood what he meant.
Boom!
The layers of mist suddenly parted and a huge monster rushed out, roaring like thunder.
"Roar—"
Vhagar's eyes were cold as his massive body broke through the clouds and soared over the bronze dragon's head.
Vermithor was instantly enraged, and flames accumulated in his throat.
"No, Vormithor!"
Aemon pulled the saddle rope, controlling the bronze dragon to turn around.
At the same time,
A familiar magnetic voice sounded, calling to the dragon beneath him.
"Stop, Vhagar!"
Aemon was very anxious, fearing that a bloody dragon fight would occur.
Aemon turned his head.
He saw Vhagar's figure swooping down. Laena was patting the old dragon's back.
"What's going on? Is this the Battle of Crab Bay?"
Aemon had a dark face and couldn't help but complain.
Vhagar showed off his power to a small dragon and chopped it into pieces with one bite, despite being five times its size.
How dare he challenge the strength of Vormithor?
"Roar!"
Vermithor shook his head restlessly and flames overflowed from his mouth as he tried to restrain his anger.
Aemon gently comforted him. "Be quiet, Vormithor. Don't be disturbed by the outside world."
Old dragons have bad tempers.
But if you can control yours, people and dragons can become one. The power of one plus one is greater than two."
"Roar—"
When Vhagar approached the sea, he turned sharply, raising huge waves with his thick dragon tail.
He spread his wings and soared up again.
Laena saw Aemon comforting Vermithor and hurriedly shouted, "Sorry, Vhagar is used to being domineering.
"I'll wait for you in Seagull Town."
After saying this, Laena waved the whip and struck the old dragon on his back.
Vhagar's pupils remained indifferent. He felt the familiar frequency coming from his back and turned to fly toward the land.
"This old dragon has an unbearable temper for the driver."
Aemon couldn't help but laugh.
Vhagar was different from Vormithor.
He was the first generation of dragons hatched on Dragonstone who lived without a master for decades.
It wasn't until Aegon the Conqueror tamed Balerion the "Black Death" that his sister, Queen Visenya, tamed Vhagar.
Over the years, Vhagar has had three masters.
She has a strong sense of self and acts on her own at critical moments.
Laena couldn't control it.
"You can't imitate it."
Aemon looked at Vermithor and raised his hand to point at him.
"Roar!"
Vormithor, impatient, chased after the old dragon.
Aemon touched his chin and found that the dragon's temper had improved.
The blood fruit had not been fed in vain.
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