Game of Thrones: Killing to the top

"The world does not yield to the meek, nor do thrones wait for the hesitant. Conquest begins not with the clash of steel, but with the unshakable will to claim what others fear to grasp. Mercy is a chain, doubt a poison cast them aside, for history remembers only the ones who dared to take, to crush, and to reign."

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(Time skip)

Another year had passed and Aegon had managed to carry out another year of killing in the Dothraki sea, even if this year wasn't as productive points-wise as the year before.

The horde had managed to swell to thirty-five thousand strong, making it the second-largest Dothraki horde currently active, and the most organized to ever exist.

With one more year, Aegon was less focused on expanding his numbers and more on truly organizing and putting order into his horde.

Aegon didn't try to fully change the Dothraki, as he knew that it would never work. He tried more to add to them making them more than they ever were.

His bloodriders were his generals passing down his orders, to men who under their leadership led hundreds, like the system displayed in the manga kingdom.

He made some learn to be archers and fight on foot, he even wanted to try to make them wear armor when they began his conquest.

Now, Aegon was preparing for another big event, which marked the beginning of the next stage of his plans.

Name: Aegon Targaryen

Age: 16

Free Points: 42,000

Skills ( max skill level is 15/ normal people can only reach lv10 max in any skill): Swordsman (lv 10), dagger (lv 2) Archery (lv 10), Dothraki language (lv5), flame immunity, Warging(lv1) Blood magic proficiency(lv8), sacrificial magic proficiency(lv8)

Body: 260

Mind:220

Blood:10,410

Familiar: three unnamed dragons (Humans killed by a dragon will only give the host 0.5 points)

Subordinates: Jacko, Baqo, Rakho, Vezho, Khalmor, Tegro, Khorro

Now, he stood alone in a vast clearing, a good distance away from his camp. The sun was dipping low in the sky, painting the horizon in shades of crimson and gold. Before him, his three dragons loomed Bahamut, the pitch-black beast with golden eyes like molten fire; Igneel, his red-scaled drake with burning ember veins along his wings; and Albion, the white dragon whose presence carried an eerie, ethereal glow under the fading sunlight.

The Dothraki, ever watchful, had gathered at a distance, murmuring amongst themselves in hushed awe and apprehension

Aegon exhaled, feeling the system's interface appear before his eyes. The points he had accumulated from countless battles were more than enough for what he intended to do.

"System add 15,000 to both Igneel and Bahamut and 12,000 to Albion."

(Ding!!! beginning process.)

As soon as the command was issued, a wave of power erupted around him. The air crackled with raw energy, and a deep, resonant roar echoed across the plains. The very earth trembled beneath his feet as his dragons began their transformation.

Bahamut's black scales darkened further, absorbing the light around them like a void. His body expanded rapidly, his neck elongating, and his massive wings stretching outward until they blotted out a portion of the sky. His golden eyes burned brighter, and his fangs lengthened into gleaming ivory spears.

Igneel, grew alongside him, his scales shifting to a deeper crimson as veins of molten gold pulsed along his body. His wings erupted outward, their span easily surpassing the length of two war galleys placed end to end. Heat radiated from his form, making the air shimmer as if he were a living flame.

Albion, glowed as her transformation took hold. Her body stretched and expanded, her pearlescent scales shining brilliantly against the darkening sky. Her wings, though smaller than her brothers', were sleek and razor-edged, built for speed and agility rather than raw power.

When the transformation finally settled, the dragons stood before Aegon in their full majesty.

{Bahamut}

-Length- 104 metres 

-Wingspan- 220 metres

{Igneel}

-Length- 104 metres 

-Wingspan- 220 metres

{Albion}

-Length- 84 metres 

-Wingspan- 170 metres

Aegon felt their presence like a part of himself, a connection that had grown deeper as they evolved. He knew, without question, that they had become true weapons of war, creatures capable of raining destruction upon cities and armies alike.

Looking at the giant creatures before him, and could feel the change in himself in his own magic, due to them becoming stronger and their magic becoming so much more he could use his bond with them to access their magic, like using blood magic to conjure fire or even telekinesis, and have his dragons bear the price which would nothing to them, but now wasn't the time to test it out.

The Dothraki, who had initially watched in curiosity, now fell into stunned silence. Aegon turned to them, his violet eyes burning with power. These were not the small hatchlings they had once seen these were beasts from the age of legend.

Aegon looked at the three dragons and their eyes snapped to him, and he could feel it.

Their emotions their attachment to him their love.

Smiling he walked forward, and the three dragons lowered their heads coming close to Aegon their hot breath brought him a strange comfort as he raised his hands placing them on the scales of Igneel and Bahamut.

(Ding!! Skill gained dragon taming.)

The dragons closed their eyes enjoying his touch, the moment was soon interrupted as Albion pushed her head forward into Aegon's chest clearly jealous the other two were getting all the attention.

"Hahahahaha." he laughed at her antics.

Aegon rubbed her scales, then turned and looked at the gathered Dothraki.

He could feel the unspoken shock and reverence rippling through the Dothraki ranks.

Their Khal did not fear the dragons he ruled them.

This was what Aegon wanted things were going in the desired direction.

Soon word would spread about the dragons, but Aegon didn't care they were big enough to to burn armies, and he was going to enter the world stage soon anyway.