(Third-person perspective)
After successfully subduing the Moon Brothers, Aermir turned his attention to the other Mountain Clans; he successfully persuaded Mountain Clans but two to follow him. He demonstrated his magical powers to them and had his familiars beat them, which was enough for most, but the Burned Men and the Painted Dogs refused to submit to him.
The Burned Men, marked by the fiery red scars on their bodies, are a proud and extremely independent group. Their leader, Torrhen, son of Urk, is known for his cunning and fiery temper. As Aermir approached the Burned Men village, Torrhen stood disdainfully at the entrance. He had heard some rumors about this spellcaster, but he always considered his tribe superior to others.
"Druid, you can play your tricks, but the Burned Men will not kneel before anyone," Torrhen spat, his eyes gleaming with determination.
Surrounded by his familiars, Aermir met Torrhen's gaze with a composed and dignified air. "Your strength is admirable, Torrhen. But times change, and even the strongest mountain succumbs to time. Time has changed. Join me, and together we will create a new destiny for all the Mountain Clans beyond the shadows of the Vale."
Torrhen remained unmoved and raised his axe; flames seemed to dance around its edge, and Aermir could sense magic emanating from it. This axe was made of Valyrian steel, unlike any other. Although forged from Valyrian steel, it had turned bronze. Torrhen smiled and said...
"It would be my honor to cut off your head with our ancestral weapon."
The old men standing behind him glared angrily at Torrhen, and one of them shouted,
"This is forbidden to be taken out of the village! How dare you show it to outsiders!"
Torrhen roared back angrily.
"Shut up, you half-dead old fogies! I've never understood this rule. We have such a powerful weapon, yet we never use it. Let's see if this weapon can truly cut through magic."
Aermir said with a smile.
"Because they are clever, and the weak cannot protect their treasures. If you ever took it out of the village, the Vale People will send their army to search every inch of this mountain to find you, but because you are an idiot, you won't know this."
Aermir unleashed a level 2 Fireball to see if it was truly Valyrian steel; the Fireball hurtled towards Torrhen. The spell was too fast for him to dodge. Terrified, he pulled his shield in front of him, but the Fireball was dispelled as it approached.
Aermir was truly delighted. What a delightful coincidence! Even if he had to kill them all, he would take the great axe. Torrhen was a large man, as big as Greatjon, or even larger. Therefore, he could easily wield the axe with just one hand. Most importantly, the axe looked somewhat unusual; whenever the sunlight shone on it, its color turned bronze.
Just as Aermir was preparing to attack, Poe told him that the Painted Dogs had arrived with a force of 200 men. Aermir was certain they weren't there to attack the tribe. The Burned Men were a branch of the Painted Dogs, having split before the Targaryen arrived in Westeros. Therefore, they were likely there to help their relatives.
Aermir thought this was good, because he could look after them both at the same time. He awaited their arrival. Their leader, Kayla, was a fierce woman with a wolf skin draped over her shoulders; she walked at the front, standing before Aermir.
She walked at the front, standing before Aermir. "Your beasts and spells are of no importance to the Painted Dogs. We do not believe you were sent by the Old Gods. We obey the spirits of the mountains, not some tree-cloaked wizard, "Kayla declared.
"I too am a servant of this land, a guardian of its ancient secrets. But to stand against me means to stand against the Old Gods, and I will show no mercy to those who oppose them."
Kayla's stance remained resolute. "This land needs no guardians, only itself. We will not yield, Druid, not to you, not to anyone."
Aermir felt it was a pity, because Torrhen and Kayla both seemed like good warriors, and after killing them, he would likely have to kill many more before giving up. He shook his head and said.
"That's settled then."
A fierce wind swept across the rocky mountain, carrying a chilling breath. Aermir faced the indomitable spirits of the Painted Dogs and the Burned Men. The mountain battlefield became a stage for the clash of magic, steel, and Primal Ferocity.
Accompanied by his familiars Berus, Po, and Erebus, Aermir met the unwavering gazes of Kayla and Torrhen. Torrhen roared and charged forward, his Valyria axe gleaming in the blinding mountain light. Aermir, grounded in the earth's power, tried to seize Torrhen, but the axe's bronze hue dispelled the magical restraints.
"Your tricks won't work on me, wizard! You should understand now," Torrhen roared. On another front, Kayla led her warriors against the massive black hound. Berus fought valiantly.
Above, Po and Erebus swooped down in the mountain winds, hacking and tearing at the Burning Man. Each of their claws was a dagger. Torrhen wielded the bronze Valyria battleaxe with unparalleled skill, disrupting Aermir's spell, but the smile on Aermir's wooden face did not disappear.
This angered Torrhen, who shouted, "Your bird won't save you, Druid! Your spells are meaningless!" Torrhen retorted sarcastically. Aermir simply smiled and said, "Is that so? Game time is over. Rovagon grēze ( Bark Armor )."
Aermir cast a more powerful armor spell, using his arm to block Torrhen's attack, but he could feel the heat emanating from the bronze giant axe; then, he stepped forward and grabbed Torik's throat. He swung his other hand, and spores seemed to swarm around him for 20 meters.
Glome Agri ( Spore Field )
Mushroom grew, spores flew; everyone around him began to stagger like they were drunk. They were hallucinating. Aermir turned to Torrhen and said.
"You are a burned person, so I should send you away. Wildfire Spirit (Ajomen anima)."
His Wildfire Spirit appeared above Torrhen's head and burst into flames, engulfing Torrhen and himself. Normally, Aermir doesn't have fire immunity, but since the fire came from his Wildfire spirit rather than a spell, he wasn't burned. This move depletes the spirit and renders it useless in combat, but in this case, it was perfect for a performance.
Torrhen was burned to a crisp; he screamed in agony as he became a charred corpse.
Then, Aermir raised his hands and formed two spells.
"Burning Hands " and " Scorching Wind "
The Burning Hands had a range of only 5 meters, but when combined with the Scorching Wind, the range increased to 15 meters. He was like a fire-breathing dragon, burning approximately 200 people to a crisp in minutes and mentally terrifying the rest. The spell drained his magic like a sponge, but its power and destructive force were impressive.
Aermir unleashed Lion's Roar and shouted loudly.
"I just wanted to see how good they were as warriors to decide whether I should spare their lives, while those ignorant fools thought they could fight against the power of the Old Gods with their trinkets and meager strength!"
With the deaths of Kayla, Torrhen, and 200 warriors, the last two tribes have submitted to Aermir. Now, it is time to train and arm them for future conflicts. They will become the daggers he will use to pierce the Vale's chest.