Game of Thrones: The King of Bronze and Fire

Chapter 74: The "Bronze Fury" Descends!



Aemon's expression remained calm and collected, but his eyes glinted with cold resolve.

He was a Targaryen born of bronze and fire.

When outnumbered, leading the charge was his only choice.

"Yooo!"

The white stag under him let out a majestic cry, its movements graceful and swift as it leaped straight into the enemy ranks.

Man and beast charged fearlessly into the fray.

The sight ignited the spirits of the Vale knights following behind.

Though the Vale was isolated and traditional, they held the chivalric code in high regard.

A fearless leader, one who charged at the forefront, was the very embodiment of their ideals.

Gonsor Royce grimaced, grabbed the banner, and raised it high while shouting, "Bronze and Fire!"

The banner, bearing ancient bronze runes alongside the three-headed red dragon of House Targaryen, fluttered proudly. It seemed as if molten bronze surged through the sky, shaping a roaring dragon in flight.

"Bronze and Fire!!"

The twenty Vale knights echoed the cry, their faces flushed with passion.

Though they were vastly outnumbered, they charged fearlessly, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Raising their oak shields emblazoned with bronze runes, they held their lances steady and moved like an unstoppable wave of steel.

Though small in number, their charge carried the force of a thousand cavalry.

Ahead of them, the white stag already wreaked havoc in the enemy ranks.

"Yooo!"

Its wide antlers swung like a massive flail, sweeping enemies aside and clearing a path through the chaos.

Aemon squinted, his bronze-hued longsword dancing in his hands, severing the heads of those who dared block his way.

"Capture him! He's the Vale commander!"

The mountain clansmen, though barbaric, were no fools. They quickly zeroed in on the silver-haired, violet-eyed youth at the front.

As the white stag barreled through their ranks, some of the mountain men managed to close in on Aemon.

The battle intensified.

"Get lost, scum!"

Aemon spun and weaved through his attackers, slashing one man's throat before plunging his sword into another's chest in a flash of deadly precision.

Every swing of his blade brought forth a spray of crimson, painting the battlefield red.

"Charge!!"

The Vale knights galloped in a wedge formation, following closely behind their prince. Their lances and hooves tore through the disorganized mountain clans like a blade through flesh.

BOOM!

Though the clansmen numbered in the hundreds, they lacked discipline.

Aemon and his knights moved with fluid precision, cutting through the mob like a sharp scythe through tall grass.

"Ahhh!!"

"Stop them… stop them!!"

The clansmen panicked and faltered under the relentless assault.

"Shoot them down!"

Someone from the mountain clans shouted, and soon, a volley of arrows filled the sky.

The makeshift bows were drawn, and arrows rained down on the charging knights.

The knights raised their shields to block the incoming arrows, but even with their training, they couldn't escape unscathed.

"Ahhh!"

A knight fell from his horse, his shield failing to protect him from the onslaught. His body was soon riddled with arrows.

Hearing the knight's agonized cry, Aemon's eyes darkened with rage.

Just then—

BOOM!

The clouds above churned and parted as a dragon's roar shattered the heavens.

A sleek, grayish-white dragon soared through the sky—a familiar figure.

It was Grey Ghost, the dragon Aemon had coaxed out of hiding.

"Fssssgaaa!"

Grey Ghost's sapphire-blue eyes locked onto Aemon from the skies above. With a deep growl, the dragon swooped down toward the battlefield, its maw opening wide to unleash a fiery torrent.

Unlike the more traditional dragons' continuous streams of fire, Grey Ghost's flames took the form of fiery fireballs.

The dragon let loose a growing ball of orange fire, roughly half a meter wide, hurtling it toward the clansmen below.

BOOM!

The fiery explosion sent smoke and debris flying, incinerating several clansmen on impact.

Aemon glanced up, surprised at the ferocity of the small dragon's flames.

"Not bad for a little sneaky dragon," he murmured to himself, impressed.

"Look, a dragon! We have a dragon on our side!"

William, one of the knights, shouted excitedly, his voice brimming with newfound courage.

His cry sparked a wildfire in the hearts of the Vale knights.

With Grey Ghost providing air support, their determination grew unshakable.

"Fssssgaaa!"

Grey Ghost grew bolder with each successful fireball. The dragon continued to rain fiery death upon the fleeing clansmen, targeting the densest groups.

"Good job, you timid little thing!" Aemon laughed heartily, emboldened by the dragon's support.

He had no fear of blades or arrows—thanks to his enchanted armor and magic resilience.

This land was his chosen domain, and these intruding mountain clans were trespassers.

Their fate was sealed.

"Yooo!"

The white stag lunged into the thickest crowd of enemies, its antlers lifting men off their feet and flinging them aside.

Aemon followed up with swift, deadly strikes, decapitating foes with ruthless efficiency.

Blood sprayed, and bodies fell like wheat before the scythe.

"Charge with me!"

Aemon raised his voice in a battle cry, his sword cutting a path through the chaos.

"Run! Run for your lives!"

"They have a dragon! Fire and death!"

The mountain clansmen, overwhelmed by the dual assault from Aemon and Grey Ghost, finally broke ranks and scattered in all directions.

The battlefield soon turned into a sea of corpses and blood.

The survivors scrambled toward the cover of the green hills, hoping to lose their pursuers in the dense forests.

"Prince, our horses can't follow them into the hills," Sir Steve said, his voice grim.

The Vale knight was covered in blood, both his own and that of his enemies, his once pristine white cloak now stained crimson.

"Hold," Aemon commanded, stopping his knights from chasing after the fleeing clansmen.

"Fssssgaaa!"

Grey Ghost circled overhead, his fireball attacks growing smaller and weaker, the dragon clearly tiring.

Aemon watched the dragon carefully.

Despite his surprise entrance and initial success, Grey Ghost was still too small—too fragile to sustain prolonged battle.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation ran down Aemon's spine.

A presence—familiar yet overwhelming—descended upon the battlefield.

BOOM!

The clouds parted, and from the heavens, a monstrous dragon descended.

Its bronze-hued scales gleamed like molten metal in the sunlight, casting a golden glow over the battlefield.

It was Vermithor, the Bronze Fury.

"Fssssgaaaaaaa!!"

The massive dragon let out a thunderous roar, shaking the earth beneath it.

With a powerful beat of its wings, Vermithor unleashed a torrent of molten bronze-colored flame.

The fire cascaded down the mountainside, incinerating everything in its path.

The fleeing mountain clansmen stood no chance.

Their screams of agony echoed through the hills as the dragonfire consumed them, leaving behind nothing but blackened rocks and smoldering ash.

"Vermithor!"

Aemon's eyes lit up with joy as he recognized his dragon's arrival.

The connection between rider and dragon had drawn the mighty beast across the sky to protect its master.

With a booming roar, Vermithor landed heavily on the battlefield, shaking the ground as it touched down.

Aemon swiftly dismounted from his white stag and climbed the rope ladder to Vermithor's back.

"Take to the skies!"

The battle was not yet over.

As Vermithor rose into the air, Aemon's mind was clear:

The trespassers would pay in blood.

"Fssssgaaa!"

Grey Ghost watched from afar, startled by Vermithor's majestic presence.

Though they shared the same sky, the smaller dragon could only bow its head in deference to the king of dragons.

Vermithor's wrath was absolute.

The Bronze Fury reigned supreme.

Aemon, perched atop his dragon, unleashed hell upon the remaining mountain clans.

No mercy.

No escape.

Only fire and ashes.

The fury of the dragonlord had come.


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