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The spearmen were frightened and chose the most conservative approach.
Bang!
The sword in Aemon's left hand clamped a spear, and the sword in his right hand penetrated the visitor's chest.
There was a strong wind coming from behind, and he pressed down on his left wrist and stabbed back.
Before the attacker could get close, the crude iron sword pierced his abdomen.
"Stop him!"
Seven or eight people swarmed forward, thrusting their spears in a row.
"madness."
Aemon's eyes were scornful, and he waved his sword from side to side, holding the spearhead and cutting them off one by one.
Taking advantage of the enemy's confusion, he rushed into the crowd and moved forward without hesitation.
The sword in his left hand wiped out a person's neck, and the sword in his right hand pierced someone else's chest.
The movements are smooth and fluid, without the clumsiness of a two-handed sword.
Within a few rounds, there were dead bodies lying on the ground.
Aemon let out a breath and stepped over the corpse towards Syrax.
He is still young, but the title of "warrior descends to earth" is not groundless.
After he chose to learn martial arts at the age of 8, no one forced him to study anymore.
At the beginning of this year, when he became proficient with two-handed swords, no one forced him to learn martial arts.
Even Sir Harold, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, commented:
Unless there is a half-giant wielding a heavy sword that is over 1.8 meters tall, no one can stop him with swords in both hands.
"Hiss!"
After the gray shadow bombarded the rear side, it flapped its wings and flew over.
Whoever provides it with a full meal, it still knows.
Boom!
At the same time, the roar of horse hooves came from the front side of the path.
"Knights of the valley, crush the mountain clan!"
Gunsor held high the two-point flag and led one hundred and eighty valley knights from the Prince's Camp and the Red Base Camp to gallop forward.
The Alpine clan was already frightened by Syrax, but when faced with the Valley Knights, they were immediately reduced to meat on the chopping board.
They were knocked backwards by the war horses and many were trampled to pieces.
"It's quite timely."
Aemon glanced at it and walked not far from Sylax.
At this time, dozens of spearmen were still besieging them, but they were frightened by the dragon's roar.
He didn't dare to step forward.
"Rhaenayla, are you out of your mind!?"
Aemon strode forward, opening his mouth to curse.
A mentally retarded person who kills people for no reason, and those who dare to die in love are not her people.
"ah!?"
Hearing the familiar shout, Rhaenyra blinked and looked around blankly.
Aemon's face was ashen and he shouted: "Get out of here and control your dragon!"
"yes!"
Rhaenyra woke up from a dream, lowering her head and not daring to look at anyone.
She realized what a good thing she had done.
"Hiss!"
Syrax looked out of the corner of his eyes and saw the driver approaching with a blood-stained dragon kiss, like a naughty child asking for praise.
"fly!"
Rhaenyra felt guilty and shouted loudly: "Fly, Syrax!"
Syrax tilted his head in confusion, fanned out a pair of fleshy wings to stir up strong winds, and kicked off his hind legs to fly away.
"No, run away!"
"Catch the silver-haired boy, let's take the hostage..."
The spearman was blown away by the wind and couldn't open his eyes, still thinking about saving his life.
"It's a good idea."
Aemon sneered and faced him with two swords.
He is very angry now.
There was a crunching sound, and a dozen people were thrown away in the blink of an eye.
"Run away, this kid is a monster."
"No, that's the Tin Man over there..."
The spearman was in a dilemma, gritting his teeth and choosing the side that seemed to be the weakest.
Aemon had no fear at all and faced seven or eight sieges at the same time without defeat.
The two swords spin a cold lotus, dancing like an airtight flower.
Bang!
Suddenly, a spear came from behind and stabbed him in the lower back.
Aemon cut off one person's head with his sword and looked back at the attacker.
He was a thin boy with a sallow complexion, his hide was stained with blood, and he had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead.
Seeing the spear piercing the opponent's body, his face instantly became ecstatic.
But when he poked it forward, it felt like he was stuck on a stone, with no flesh and blood feeling at all.
Aemon's eyes were surprised and he said: "I'm afraid it will hurt a little if I stab someone in the waist."
Without some life-saving means, no one dares to block the killing god's random charge.
Unexpectedly, it really gave him a surprise.
The skinny boy poked again without giving up, but still didn't make any progress. He raised his head in disbelief.
Coincidentally, Aemon was looking at him.
Their eyes met, and the fear in the former's eyes overflowed from his eyes.
"Hug, sorry."
The thin boy wanted to cry but had no tears.
"It's okay, I forgive you."
Aemon smiled slightly, thrust out his sword in his joyful eyes, and said gently: "Pay attention in the next life."
The sword blade shattered the heart, and the body fell with a thud.
"Run, run away!"
"He is an immortal monster..."
This scene fell in the spearman's eyes, no less than a bolt from the blue, completely shattering the psychological defense.
He ran towards the Valley Knight and the dragon without daring to look back.
"Haha, that's all the courage."
Aemon smiled sarcastically, exuding a kingly temperament that overcame everything.
Unlike Uncle Viserys' benevolent kingly ways.
It's not like Dad Damon is evil.
Rather, it is majestic and domineering.
Demonstrate an upright and upright person, and crush all evil spirits under the general situation.
"Yoyo~~"
The roar of a deer came from behind, and the white deer struggled to get up at some point.
"My Dabai, I feel so sorry for you."
Aemon dropped the crude iron sword, walked over and pulled out the spear from the white deer's chest.
Fortunately, the spear used a stone spearhead, which pierced the fur but failed to penetrate the bones, causing only skin injuries.
The white deer shuddered, blood gushed from the wound, and it lowered its head and rubbed its master.
The wound was not serious, and it wanted to carry its master for transportation.
"People are not as good as deer."
Imon was deeply moved and secretly vowed: "I must exchange a protective item for Dabai."
Such a good big white deer, I can't bear to leave me.
"Hiss!"
"Hiss..."
Syrax and the gray shadow intertwined and soared, and the dragon flame pushed across the narrow path, burning the mountain clan to retreat step by step.
In just half a minute, the situation was determined.
"It's time to harvest the spoils."
Imon led the docile white deer and walked forward on the corpses all over the ground.
The mountain clan alliance attacked and caught them all in one fell swoop.
...
A quarter of an hour ago.
In the river valley, the mountain dragon's nest.
A bronze dragon coiled in the cave, with hot air gushing out of its nostrils, and its body was like a big furnace.
Swish!
The bronze dragon suddenly opened its vertical pupils, and a hint of anger flashed in its eyes.
It stood up and shook its wings, and gravel fell to the ground.
Just as it was about to climb out of the cave, its huge body stopped in place.
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The bronze dragon subconsciously glanced to the south, and doubts appeared in its bright vertical pupils, as if it was confirming something.
After a while, it lay down again.
The vertical pupils closed and continued to sleep.
…
Time passed in a flash, half a month later.
Thousands of people wearing animal skins, with a series of hemp ropes tied to their feet, squeezed on a protruding shore by the Changhu Lake.
Directly opposite the shore was the River Valley City at the foot of the high mountain.
The terrain difference between the two sides was large, and looking up could only see the emerald dome of the palace.
At this time, the River Valley City was holding a grand event.
After the Midsummer Hall, the second main hall named "Evergreen Hall" was completed.
Behind this Evergreen Hall is the Prince's bedroom.
According to the layout of the River Valley City.
The bedroom is located on the inner side of the palace and is ranked as the third main hall.
The palace walls are made of white bricks and yellow tiles, and a magnificent gate is built between the two palaces.
In front and behind the gate are wide courtyards comparable to football fields, all paved with white marble floors.
With the bright colors of the red bricks and black tiles of the main hall, the color tone of the entire palace is distinct, solemn but not cold.
It has the simplicity and atmosphere of the castle and the pleasant scenery of the garden architecture.
It is a good place to cultivate one's body and mind.
In front of the Evergreen Hall.
Aemon sat on the steps paved with white marble, looking down at a group of old, weak, women and children wearing animal skins.
Obviously, they are all mountain clans.
"Call the tribe leader."
Aemon Targaryen crossed his hands, his eyes revealing deepness.
It has been half a month since the melee in the mountains and forests.
The three alliances of the mountain clan tribes suffered a devastating blow, and all the survivors were captured and imprisoned in the River Valley City.
It's time to recycle the waste.
"Yes, Prince."
Steve stepped forward and pulled out an old man and a young man.
For formal occasions, there are many people in front of the hall.
Adrian and William guarded on both sides, and Gunthor led a team of valley knights to guard the door.
Johanna, the housekeeper, held a big fat cat with black fur and stripes in her arms, and stood at the door of the hall with Jansif who assisted from the side.
Almost all the important people in the River Valley were present.
Rhaenyra was not there.
She felt ashamed to see people, so she hid in Raven Ridge and focused on repairing the road.
Plop!
An old man and a young man knelt at the bottom of the steps, and they looked like a pair of grandparents and grandchildren.
Aemon looked at the old man with gray hair and bone ornaments tied on his head, and said lightly: "Are you the chief of the Painted Dog Tribe?"
"Yes, the honorable Dragon King."
The old man buried his head deeply, and even pressed his grandson to kowtow.
Aemon nodded secretly.
A man who knows the current situation is a hero.
"Honorable Dragon King, please give your order."
The old man trembled, like a frightened octogenarian.
Imon said calmly: "Do you know how many people are left in the three tribes now?"
The old man's face was full of wrinkles and he squeezed together, saying bitterly: "Two large tribes and one medium tribe, including the old and the young, there are less than 6,000 people."
There were three tribes in the ambush, namely the leading Painted Dog Tribe, the Burning Man Tribe, and the Black Ear Tribe, which produced many spearmen.
The Burning Man Tribe was the worst, and only 300 to 500 people were left after the melee.
Almost wiped out.
Two thousand young men and more than 1,000 women and children were captured from the Black Ear Tribe, but the chief fled into the mountains and forests, leaving the tribe and running away.
The people's hearts were scattered.
More than half of the Painted Dog Tribe was killed or wounded, and only more than 1,000 warriors were left.
Fortunately, the old and the young hid properly, and most of them survived.
Aemon nodded and went straight to the point: "You are the only leader left in the three tribes. Swear allegiance to me and I will give you a way out with a future."
The number of people in the three tribes is more than double the total population of the valley.
Reorganization and disbanding is one aspect, but a leader still needs to surrender.
"Dear Dragon King, we are willing to surrender."
The old man had no intention of resisting and begged hard: "But please don't kill the old people and children of the Painted Dog Tribe. They will work as hard as the young and strong."
According to the rules of the mountain clan, useless people will be killed after the defeat.
"I am not a tyrant. I will not kill anyone who kneels to me."
Aemon recognized the conqueror's soft and hard methods and put them into practice.
The war is over, there is no need to forge more hatred.
On the continent of Westeros, cruelty is not praised.
"Thank you."
The old man's eyes were filled with tears, he opened his mouth and bit off a little finger, and smeared the blood on his forehead.
Then, he wiped it on his grandson's forehead.
Imon frowned slightly and asked the key question: "How many skinchangers are there in your tribe?"
"Five."
The old man didn't dare to lie.
Imon was surprised and said, "So many?"
None of the free tribes outside the Great Wall had five skinchangers.
The old man sighed and said, "The other three are dead, leaving only my grandson Agudao and I."
The one he changed into was an old dog that couldn't run.
My grandson has a talent for shapeshifting, but he doesn't have a controlled mountain hound.
Imon thought to himself.
In a large tribe of 5,000 people, there are three skinchangers that can be used.
One was the black-haired hound that was killed at the beginning, causing the skinchanger to die on the spot.
A mountain hound was eaten by Gray Shadow, and the skinchanger went insane.
The last one died in the chaos, and no one knew how he died.
There are no ready-made skinchangers available!
Aemon was a little disappointed and said bluntly: "There will be no three tribes in the future, only the Black Stone Clan led by the Painted Dog Clan and the Burning Clan led by the Firesmith Clan."
"You and the old blacksmith of the Firesmith Clan are familiar with the work, persuade the Gaoshan Clan in the prisoner camp to surrender and join the project of River Valley City."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The old man immediately changed his words
Aemon waved his hand and gave a guarantee: "As long as the River Valley Town is completed, you will all be promoted to the status of the people, and you don't have to be inferior to others."
Another red card [Iron Wall] can't wait to come out.
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