Aemon set off.
In the evening, he rode Vermithor and accompanied Silver Wing to Pentos.
...
Half a month later:
Pentos, Port of Casromae.
A three-masted sailing ship flew a flag with a three-headed red dragon and docked. A group of envoys celebrating a wedding walked down.
Two tall figures in black robes mingled with them.
Prince's Mansion:
This was the temporary residence of the Prince of Pentos: an elegant manor spanning several football fields.
Clang! Clang! Aemon stood in front of the furnace, forging three-pointed cone arrows.
Two black-robed figures passed through the garden-style courtyard. They witnessed a bronze dragon sleeping with its eyes closed and arrived outside the blacksmith's hall.
"Your Highness."
The black-robed man took off his hood to reveal two identical, resolute faces.
The knocking sound stopped abruptly.
Aemon quenched the arrows uniformly and asked in surprise, "Eric and Alec, why are you two here?"
As Alicent's iron guards, the Cargael brothers were old acquaintances.
Eric took a letter out of his arms and handed it to Aemon, saying firmly, "The king heard that the war was about to start, so he sent us to assist you."
Aemon opened the envelope and looked at the contents.
It was just a reminder not to underestimate the enemy, mentioning the alliance with the Sea Snake and the Tiger's Skin.
"Uncle is really honest."
Aemon smiled.
The letter said that the royal family had allocated 2,000 soldiers who were on their way in batches.
"Your Highness, there is also a letter from the queen."
Alec jumped over his brother and handed him the envelope bearing the Burning Tower's seal.
Aemon nodded, opened it, and read it.
Alicent couldn't help but go along with sending the Cargael brothers.
After reading the letter,
Aemon didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The letter was three pages long, and the first page was full of accusations.
The second page was divided into three parts: one in the name of Aegon, one in the name of Helaena, and one in the name of safety.
The third page was written by Alicent herself. Her words were full of worry, and she was strongly opposed to his premature participation in the battlefield.
"I am not participating, but provoking the war."
Aemon felt warm in his heart.
But why is there no condolence in Aemond's name?
After searching again, he finally found a short, sharp line of words at the end of Helaena's instructions, almost at the bottom of the paper.
In summary, it says: "Be careful."
Signed by Aemond.
Aemon almost laughed to death.
The three siblings are too young to read all the words. Of course, Alicent wrote it for them. But the part about Aemond was too perfunctory.
Alicent gave all her love to her eldest son and daughter. Why is his version of young Aemond so unpopular?
"Your Highness."
Alec spoke again. "When the royal army arrives, should we move to this manor?"
"Yes, there is enough space here."
Aemon put away the two letters and carefully stored them in the green satchel.
"Squeak."
The golden-nosed rat began to move.
"Follow me, two knights."
Aemon held the arms of the Cargael brothers and said with a smile, "Welcome."
He was naturally happy about the arrival of the two white knights.
Knights are considered a military asset, and white knights are the equivalent of heroic units.
They are more stable.
...
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of December.
After half a month, incidents occurred frequently in the Strait of the Sea.
The Velaryon fleet repeatedly surrounded and intercepted the pirates of the Three Daughter's, defeating them step by step.
A few days ago, the pirates of the Three Daughter's suddenly disappeared.
Another significant event is about to occur.
On January 1, the first day of the new year, Prince Reggio of Pentos will hold a wedding.
The climate in the Strait of the Sea has been like summer for many years, and December is no exception.
Every day, a large number of merchant ships enter the Port of Pentos to sell valuable goods and take part in the grandest wedding in Pentos's history.
Port of Casromae.
Prince's Mansion:
Aemon held a letter with a solemn expression.
The sender is the Sea Snake, Corlys.
According to reliable sources, the pirates of the Three Daughter's have amassed 20,000 troops and are preparing to launch a surprise attack on the wedding day.
They are not targeting the Port of Casromae, however, but rather the Port of Pentos, where various wealthy businessmen gather.
The plan has changed slightly.
Aemon switched from a defensive position to intercept the pirates of the Three Daughter's at the Port of Casromae.
Just hold on until the sea coalition arrives.
"Prince, what should we do?"
Horton and the others listened to the order.
Aemon pondered for a moment and made a decision. "Divided into two groups, half of the troops will be stationed in the Port of Pentos and cooperate with the dragon to drive the pirates back to the Port of Casromae."
The pirates of the Three Daughter's will not attack unless they stand to gain something.
As long as the Port of Pentos blocks the initial offensive, the dragon will have a deterrent effect.
The pirates immediately changed their target, looting the weaker Port of Casromae instead.
"Who will go if we divide the troops in half?"
Horton and the others looked at each other.
Clearly, the troops stationed in the Port of Pentos will have a hard time.
Aemon looked around and calmly asked, "Who has the guts to guarantee that they won't retreat in the face of the pirates' first attack?"
Everyone hesitated; no one wanted to be the first to volunteer.
Those who defended the first round would suffer heavy casualties.
"I'll go!"
Addison stood up and shouted. "His Royal Highness gave me armor to charge into battle!"
His large stature stood out among the Vale nobles, and he looked like a little steel giant in his plate armor.
"Okay, I'll work with you to defend the first round."
Aemon admired him. He liked vassals who wouldn't let him down at the critical moment.
There were less than three days before the wedding.
The Vale army was mobilizing in all directions. The four-party coalition forces from Greydale City, Runestone City, River Town, and the royal soldiers withdrew and moved quietly to the Port of Pentos.
A total of 8,000 people.
There were too many people to transfer all at once, and time was running out.
It was not until the third night.
On that night, the 8,000 troops were transferred.
With the help of the 3,000 troops stationed at the Port of Pentos, the number of people was slightly offset.
It was late at night.
Aemon wore black steel armor and a red cloak.
Looking back, the lights of the prince's palace were bright.
The wedding was held as scheduled.
Boom! After midnight, the New Year's bell rang.
A faint rustling sound came from behind.
A bronze dragon quietly opened its eyes and slowly climbed up from behind the tallest bell tower. It stretched its neck and looked over its shoulder.
"Roar!"
The roar was low and full of suppressed anger.
Tonight, nameless anger was boiling.
Aemon turned around to find a dragon head as big as a house hanging in front of him. It smiled and stroked him, saying: "Vormithor, you are one year older."
"Roar!"
Vormithor snorted heavily, blowing hot white smoke that blew the driver's silver hair flying.
It was as if he were saying, "You are the same."
When the midnight bell rang, His Royal Highness turned 13.
Their eyes met.
The boy and the dragon—a combination of extreme contrasts.
"Tonight is destined to be noisy."
Aemon hugged the dragon's mouth and pressed his forehead against it to communicate.
Then, he climbed decisively onto the dragon's back.
Success and fame would be achieved today.
At the same time,
Dozens of ships of different sizes advanced into the waters of Pentos.
The fruit girl wearing only a skirt painted on the sails was the goddess of lust of Lys.
"Young men, grab all the panties of Pentos!"
On the deck of the leading ship stood a burly man dressed as a woman.
He had an ugly face and wore heavy makeup and a colorful skirt.
He was tall and strong, almost seven feet five inches.
Just one look would damage your eyes.
He was the commander of the Three Daughter's, succeeding the Crab Feeder, the cunning captain of Tyrosh: Recharino Reinden.
He called himself the "King of the Gorge" and had fought for several years alongside the dissolute Prince Daemon, who also called himself the "King of the Gorge." People called him "Queen Recharino" because he had a homosexual habit and liked to feed handsome men.
Yes, the one who breastfed.
"Oh, ho, ho!"
The pirates of the Three Daughter's screamed. Each had colorful, dyed hair and excited, greedy eyes.
They may have been the first group of Shamatte.
Soon, the fleet rushed to the Bay of Pentos.
"Little ones, charge!"
Recharino lifted her skirt and charged toward the Port of Casromae, two swords in hand.
The remaining pirate ships were divided into three groups that attacked the safe harbor and the Port of Pentos.
The information about the sea snake, Corlys, was incorrect.
Not only did the pirates of the Three Daughter's target the richest port, Pentos, but they also attacked the other two ports.
When Aemon realized this, a raging fire broke out in the Port of Casromae.
"Charge!"
A group of pirates from the Three Daughter's rushed to the Port of Pentos and began a siege battle with the soldiers of the Vale.
A rough estimate showed that there were no fewer than 10,000 pirates.
In other words, the main force was still in the Port of Pentos.
According to the military forces distributed among the three ports—3,000, 1,000, and 1,000—they could easily win.
However, the port garrisons are not what they used to be.
"It's our turn!"
Aemon looked at the fires burning in the three ports at the same time. His voice was cold.
Vormithor quickly climbed up, his huge body resembling a heavy crossbow. His wings fluttered, pulling him up from the ground.
Meanwhile, Addison led the soldiers of the Vale to fight the pirates of the Three Daughter's.
"Damn it! Stop them for me!"
The Vale soldiers were in high spirits. The infantry formed a thick shield wall, and the longbowmen bent their bows and fired volleys.
The pirates were shot into the sea as soon as they rushed to the port.
"Hiss—"
Vormithor fell from the sky and opened his mouth, spewing dragon flames like rolling copper water.
In an instant, the fire illuminated half the night sky.
Rumble! One pirate ship after another caught fire amid the splashing of dragon flames. Some broke their masts and sank to the bottom.
"Beep!"
Aemon crouched on the dragon's saddle and blew the keel whistle in his mouth.
A huge, silver-gray dragon flew in the night sky, circling the port and shooting flames into the air. Its vertical pupils flashed with a strange light.
"Dragon flame, Silver Wing!"
Aemon let go of the whistle and shouted.
"Hiss!"
Silver Wing hesitated for a moment, then saw his partner spewing dragon flames and opened his mouth wide. Orange-yellow and silver dragon flames spewed out and covered the pirates of the Three Daughter's, who were jumping onto the port like a waterfall.
The strike was accurate, avoiding friendly forces.
The hair colors of the pirates of the Three Daughter's were too colorful, causing discomfort to the docile female dragon.
"Hahaha, good job."
Aemon punched hard.
Silver Wing knew how to cooperate, and he could fully utilize his power.
"Hiss——"
Vormithor's bronze, vertical pupils were full of anger. His wings flapped and stopped over the port as he continuously spewed dragon flames at the pirate ships.
There were more than twenty pirate ships in total.
In just a few minutes, the dragon flames burned them like a volcanic eruption.
Some pirates from the Three Daughter's were hit by the flames before they could board the port.
With a sizzling sound, a puff of white smoke emerged.
The people were burned beyond recognition, leaving only twisted ashes.
"Pull the bows! Don't let any escape!"
The Cargael brothers charged forward and proved to be more capable commanders.
The ships burned, and the port was heavily guarded.
The pirates from the Three Daughter's were so scared that they jumped into the sea in an attempt to escape.
"Dream on," Aemon said.
Aemon pulled a crazy smile at the corner of his mouth.
The real battlefield is different indeed.
It's far from the annihilation of the Mountain Clan.
"Hiss—"
Vormithor was in sync with him. His wings covered half of the port, and the bright copper dragon flames grew more violent.
The pirates of the Three Daughter's wailed in horror; they could not escape the sea of fire.
Every minute, hundreds of people died in the sea of fire.
This was no longer a war, but a one-sided massacre.
They killed without scruples, leaving no one alive.
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