In a moment, Pentos turned into a hell on earth.
"Hahaha."
Aemon was intoxicated by it and couldn't stop laughing.
He suddenly realized how refreshing it was to vent his power without reservation.
No restraint, no trade-off.
Just burning.
Boom! The port of Casromae erupted with a roar, and a tall tower collapsed.
Aemon narrowed his eyes and noticed the fire in the distance.
Without any orders,
Vermithor raised his dragon head and soared in the direction of the billowing smoke.
The baptism of blood and fire tempered the unshakable tacit understanding.
"Hiss!"
Silver Wing glided at low altitude, and the waterfall-like dragon flame swept the remnants of the port, turning around to catch up with his partner.
The crushing was already one-sided below.
Ilic looked at the dragon in the distance and shouted at the top of his voice: "Warships go to the sea to support the port of Casromae."
Alec, Gunthor and others obeyed the order and released the ships to sea.
"Charge!"
Addison was so angry that he stayed in the port of Pentos to finish the job.
He led the Vale soldiers to form a shield formation and forced all the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom into the sea.
At this time, the wreckage of the pirate ship caught fire and boiled the nearby seawater.
...
Port of Casromae.
The pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom changed their minds at the last minute, and the defenders were caught off guard. More than a thousand garrisons were in chaos and completely lost their coordination.
Horton and others led their subordinates to hold the preset positions.
"Little guys, burn it all!"
Recharino laughed wildly and rushed into the crowd waving his two swords.
His martial arts were extremely superb, and his two scimitars were like crescents, always finding the right opportunity to cut the opponent's throat.
Under his leadership, the five thousand pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom fought with the momentum of fifty thousand people.
The cart pushed the kerosene barrel and hit the shield formation to break it.
The archers in the back burned rockets and threw them into the sky to cause a fire.
After three axes, the port was in complete chaos.
"I'll stop that pervert and hold out until the prince arrives."
Horton drew out his long sword.
He charged into the crowd and chose his target for a one-on-one duel.
Clang!
Recharino danced with his two swords with great vigor, beating the young knight to the point of being unable to defend himself.
Horton was extremely depressed. It didn't matter whether he won or not.
The opponent's layered flowery skirt kept slamming against his face, with a stench.
"Haha, you look a little ordinary, otherwise I'd take you back and feed you well."
Recharino smiled, his beard trembling, and he even took off his skirt when he got excited.
The hair on his chest guard was like a hedgehog, shaking his two pectoral muscles.
After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Horton was kicked and flew backwards and vomited blood.
"Go, don't leave any valuables!"
Recharino raised his sword and roared, obviously extremely excited.
Boom -
as soon as the voice fell, a strong wind blew in the night sky, suppressing the blazing fire.
"Dragon Flame!"
Aemon's mouth corners rose wildly, and his excitement was no less than anyone else.
Vermithor was suspended in mid-air, with its dragon mouth open and accumulating a ball of bright copper dragon flame.
It was not until then that the fighting crowd discovered that the crescent moon had turned into the sun.
Looking up, a huge bronze dragon with a body length of 100 meters spread its wings, its ferocious dragon mouth opened and closed to the maximum arc, and there seemed to be magma surging in the depths of its throat.
"Hiss--"
Looking down at all living beings like ants, the dragon flame was like the scorching sun sending down heavenly punishment.
Slaughter!
The rolling dragon flame tilted down, and everything it touched was instantly carbonized.
Before a large number of pirates could see clearly, they were hit by the dragon flame and burned into charcoal that broke at the touch.
"Seven layers of hell!"
Recharino was stunned in place, not wanting to be a believer of the Seven Gods.
Boom!
The bright copper dragon flame erupted in a column of fire, like a blade cutting through the battlefield.
Tall and short buildings collapsed one after another, and the canals and rivers dried up.
"No!"
Seeing the dragon flame coming towards him, Recharino screamed.
He didn't want both swords anymore and jumped into the sea with his butt clamped.
The next second,
the dragon flame swept over, engulfing the pirates who were landing.
In just this one move, more than 800 people were killed or injured.
"Hiss!"
Silver Wing flew from afar, spewing dragon flames.
The two dragons flew side by side.
The entire Port of Casromae lost the moonlight, leaving only the burning flames of dragon flames.
"Help!"
"Run away..."
The pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom had no power to fight back, and they knocked away the Vale soldiers who blocked their way and fled like crazy.
In the end, most of them jumped into the sea.
Some climbed back to the pirate ship and wanted to escape by boat.
Aemon glanced.
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, a sharp roar came from far outside the bay.
"Dragon flame, sea smoke!"
Under the night sky, the light silver young dragon flapped its wings and quickly jumped over the sea.
Boom!
The orange-yellow and silver dragon flames fell, burning the pirate ships one by one.
Laenor put on his armor and shouted excitedly: "Wuhu~"
The arrival of one man and one dragon completely shattered the hope of the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom to survive.
Aemon frowned slightly.
Vormithor's bronze vertical pupils flashed a scarlet red, sweeping across the young dragon hovering at low altitude.
On this battlefield, the third dragon seemed redundant and an eyesore.
"Do our job."
Aemon patted the dragon's back and shifted his gaze.
He almost forgot.
There is also an ally supporting from the sea.
Woohoo -
at the entrance of the bay, the Velaryon fleet flying the seahorse flag slowly sailed in.
Among them, you can also find the flags of the Celtigar and Graffson families.
With the interception of the sea fleet, the war will end faster.
Before dawn, all the pirates in the three ports were wiped out.
It was still the port of Casromae.
"Roar!"
Vermithor crouched on the ground, with one shoulder pressed against the ground, making it easier for the rider to land.
With the character of this old dragon, he had never been treated like this before.
The sailors of the Velaryon family landed and cooperated with the soldiers of the Vale to clean up the battlefield.
The wounded were treated and the bodies of the dead were collected.
At the edge of the harbor,
a sturdy man climbed onto the shore, his face pale and vomiting water.
He was Recharino.
He had luckily escaped the dragon's flames, but his underwear was burned.
"Hoo, ho, ho~~"
Recharino was distracted and lay on the ground gasping violently.
He felt that he was about to die.
A series of resounding footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer.
Recharino forced his eyelids to open, his vision blurred.
He vaguely saw a dark figure with a red dragon engraved on his chest.
"Spare my life."
Recharino was so scared that his whole body spasmed, and he saw the dark figure flashing a cross-shaped white light.
The other party said nothing and raised the white light high.
At the end of life, it was as if he had seen the black god of death.
Puff!
The white light was fleeting, and the big man's body was separated.
Aemon glanced at it lightly and kicked the head away: "Put it away and put it on the top of the pyramid."
"Yes, Prince."
The accompanying soldier immediately held up the head.
In the light of the fire, more Vale soldiers wielded their swords and chopped off the heads of the pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.
Even the bodies that fell into the water and were burned to charcoal were salvaged and beheaded.
"What are you doing?"
Sea Serpent Corlys looked shocked and hurried over from a distance.
Along the way, a pedestal of human heads was piled up at the port of Casromae Harbor.
The Vale soldiers were still beheading and piling up higher.
Aemon said frankly: "To deter the enemy."
"Then you can nail their bodies to the wasteland at the entrance of the bay, why build a high wall with human heads?"
Sea Serpent Corlys was confused.
There was no concept of building a pyramid of skulls in this era.
The way of tying living people to the beach like the crab feeders and waiting for the high tide to drown them to feed the crabs was cruel enough.
Aemon looked around and saw sailors from the Velaryon family putting out the fire.
He took a deep breath and took off the dragon-wing helmet that covered his face.
With long silver-gold hair falling naturally on the blood-stained red cloak, he said, "Lord Corlys, you should go and put out the fire together."
You came halfway through the war, and you don't want to clean up the mess but you still care about me?
"The war has been won, you shouldn't leave a reputation for cruelty."
Corlys gritted his teeth, his tone revealing his disappointment.
The other party may become his son-in-law.
If he ruins his reputation like Daemon, how can he give his daughter a decent life?
"Look down."
Aemon said unhappily, "How many soldiers in the Vale died? How will the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdoms pay them back?"
"What does that have to do with you insulting their corpses?"
Corlys was stunned by the question.
Aemon's handsome face raised an innocent smile: "It doesn't matter, I just use it to vent my anger."
Kindness and cruelty always have to be one.
He can't make everyone praise his mercy, but he can make the world remember his cruelty.
The name of "Dragon Slayer" Aemon will be the blade for him to enter the Vale.
"You..."
Corlys' heart was pounding, and he suddenly realized something.
From the beginning, this kid's purpose in forming an alliance was not to quell the rebellion of the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom.
He wanted to build a reputation.
A notorious reputation that would be enough to shock the continent of Westeros.
Aemon turned around.
He held his helmet in one hand and raised his family sword "Lament" in the other.
In front of him, tens of thousands of Vale troops gathered.
"Your Highness."
The Cargael brothers came staggeringly, covered in blood.
Even with the firepower of the dragon suppressing them, the dying counterattack of the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom was difficult enough.
Aemon nodded slightly, his eyes swept over each vassal subordinate one by one, and his voice was low: "The war is over."
The Vale army quieted down and stared at His Highness.
"Look at the corpses around you, are there any of your relatives and brothers?"
Aemon tapped his chest with a solemn expression: "They died in this war, in the war against the pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom."
The port of Casromae was silent.
Everyone lowered their heads, searching for their relatives and friends, revealing their grief after the war.
To be fair, they were all knights and soldiers in peacetime.
It was their first large-scale battle, and many people couldn't even hold their swords.
"Don't be sad, that's the emotion of a coward."
Aemon stepped forward and raised his voice: "Their blood will not be shed in vain. We won this victory and defeated the cunning pirates who plundered our compatriots in the Seven Kingdoms."
"They are honorable, and you are honorable too."
"Several years later, when someone asks 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 voice was loud and reached everyone's ears.
The army of the Vale was slightly absent-minded, wiping the blood off their faces, and replacing them with determination and hatred.
The way to divert one emotion is often another emotion.
Aemon saw it and raised his arms and shouted: "Tell me, this victory that everyone will sing about, who are you fighting for!?"
Silence for a few seconds.
"Aemon Targaryen!"
Someone stood up and shouted the name of the young prince.
Aemon continued to shout: "Louder, who are you fighting for!?"
"Aemon Targaryen!"
This time, the shout was like thunder.
The entire Vale army united as one, looking forward to the silver-haired figure in front of them.
The sacrifices of war are inevitable.
Fighting side by side with a Targaryen dragonlord is an honor to brag about for a lifetime.
Aemon raised the "Lament" and shouted again: "Who are you fighting for!?"
"Aemon Targaryen!!"
Ten thousand voices responded, and the sound resounded for dozens of miles.
"Hiss--"
"Hiss!"
Vermithor and Silverwing roared to the sky, and spewed out two dragon flames that cut through the night sky.
In an instant,
the morning sun rose on the seashore, bringing the dawn.
This light fell and shone on one person.
Aemon held the sword with one hand and responded: "You fought for Aemon the Dragon Slayer, and experienced the trials of blood and fire. History will always remember it!"
Wherever his eyes went, the light spread to every corner along the 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 Vale troops.
Ten thousand people have ten thousand ideas.
At this moment, ten thousand ideas merged into one.
"We remember!"
The Vale army shouted at the top of their lungs, and unprecedented power emerged.
Corlys witnessed the whole process, his eyelids twitching wildly.
Aemon turned around and said, "Lord Corlys, you are old."
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