Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Gnar just ate a few wild fruits, but he still felt uncomfortably growling in his stomach.

He leaned against the crimson rock and just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

"Get up! You lazybones! The team is leaving!"

"Don't you rest at noon today?" Gnar got up reluctantly.

"Why don't you rest, we will soon arrive at Yingzui Island. I heard that as long as we get there, the benevolent Lord Caesar will entertain us warmly. There will be bread, barbecue, mushroom soup, all of them!"

Gnar was almost drooling when he heard it, and quickly walked a few steps to keep up with the team.

As a refugee from Highland City, Gnar hadn't eaten a few full meals since he was a child. Therefore, after hearing the news that Yingzui Island was recruiting refugees, he joined a refugee migration team and set off.

Although Yingzui Island is deep in the Crimson Mountains, and Caesar, a surname that has never been heard, has no appeal, but for these refugees, the temptation to eat is extremely hard to resist.

What's more, the recent glorious achievements of the Baron of Yingzui Island have been reported one after another, which also gave the refugees more confidence.

Especially for Gnar, a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old who loves to dream, these stories are never tired of hearing.

No, the boy approached the team leader again and asked:

"Does Lord Caesar really know fire magic?"

"Does it matter? The Dane family sent 20,000 troops to attack Yingzui Island that day, and they were all burned to death by Lord Caesar! Then the Dornish people were unwilling to reconcile and gathered another 100,000 troops. In the end, Lord Caesar waved his hand and burned them all!"

Gnar listened fascinatedly, his eyes sparkled.

At this time, another young refugee came over: "I heard that Lord Caesar has a flaming sword, which can burn all enemies to death."

"No, I heard it was a flaming hammer!"

"What warhammer! It's obviously a sword!"

...

"Stop arguing!" The team leader raised his voice, "What do you know, Lord Caesar is the prophesied prince, and of course he is holding the Burning Sword."

"What is the prince in the prophecy?"

"It is the reincarnation of the ancient hero Azor Ahai. Back then, this hero held the burning sword [Lightbringer] and led the world to repel the demons from darkness and extreme cold..."

Before the leader's story was finished, the team had already arrived outside the valley of Yingzui Island.

The guards patrolling outside were not surprised when they saw the refugee team, and seemed to have gotten used to it.

He simply emphasized the rules in the territory to the refugees, and then led them into the valley.

After crossing the heavily guarded valley, Gnar only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up.

The neat wooden houses, the busy crowd, and the tall castle that has not yet been completed made Gnar bend down unconsciously, and even his footsteps became much lighter.

Going forward, Gnar saw an army with bright armor, hundreds of strong soldiers lined up neatly, holding scimitars, spears, round shields... training.

And in front of the soldiers, stood a tall and handsome young man.

"The one in front is Lord Caesar, you all pay attention later and don't talk nonsense."

The words of the guard leading the way made Gnar's heart tremble, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the legendary prince who could use fire magic.

"My lord, this is a new batch of refugees, one hundred and thirty-seven from Highland City."

"Okay." Samwell nodded, came to the refugees, and glanced slowly.

Then he said loudly:

"Since you have come to Yingzui Island on your own initiative, as the lords here, I am willing to accept you as my subjects. From now on, I will give you food, clothes and shelter. In return, you must work for me, Even fight for me."

"Thank you Lord Lord!"

"We are willing to fight for you!"

"Thank you Caesar for giving us food!"

...

The refugees shouted indiscriminately, and some even knelt down and kowtowed to Samwell.

Samwell calmed down again, and then called the housekeeper, Gavin, to let him settle the refugees and assign them jobs.

After doing all this, Samwell wanted to continue training recruits, but found a large ship slowly docking at the pier.

Looking at the long sword falling star flag fluttering on the ship, Samwell shook his head with a smile, with a helpless expression, but he still walked over.

When he got to the pier, he just saw Natalie Dayne stepping off the boat in a purple dress and a wide sun hat.

"Miss Natalie, you take Yingzui Island as your home, why do you come here every now and then?"

Facing Samwell's ridicule, Natalie pouted, but still walked quickly to the man, and said angrily:

"Lord Caesar, as a neighbor, I can't even pay a visit. And you said that we need to strengthen personnel exchanges between the two places to avoid conflicts again."

"Okay, you're right." Samwell shrugged, and stretched out his right hand for Natalie to hold.

The two walked a few steps, and Natalie asked again, "Is my mother there?"

"Your mother just came three days ago, and you were not there at that time."

"Oh, I was just asking. What if she comes back so soon."

Samwell was a little speechless.

"Wow, Sam, there are so many more people in your territory!" Natalie exclaimed in surprise, looking at the busy scene in front of her.

"That's because my reputation has spread." Samwell raised the corners of his mouth proudly.

Natalie nodded, seeming to recognize the man's reputation, but then she frowned and asked:

"But Sam, these Hewan people are the subjects of other lords, right? Is it okay for you to accept them like this?"

There is indeed a problem.

Although the Duke of Mace had already signed an order, agreeing to Samwell to gather the refugees of Highgarden, but that was only limited to Highgarden, and it did not mean that the refugees of the entire Reach were under his control.

"What's the problem?" Samwell said in a relaxed tone, "These people came to my territory by themselves, and they didn't have a coat of arms engraved on their buttocks. How would I know who they belonged to? I thought it was Dashan Where are the savages here?"

Natalie chuckled and said, "Beware of other lords coming to your door."

"Let them come." Samwell said disdainfully, "As long as there are people here who are willing to go with their lord, I will never stop them."

What Samwell said was quite confident.

Because he really treated these refugees very well, taking care of food and housing, and getting work points.

As long as these people are not stupid, they will definitely not want to go back to their original territory to beg and wander.

As for the so-called jurisdictional dispute, Samwell pretended not to know anything anyway.

He only knew that these people came from the mountains.

What? You say they are your subjects?

Then you call them and see if they agree.

While speaking, I saw Bachelor Keben walking over quickly.

"My lord, there is a letter from King's Landing."

Samwell took the letter, glanced at it, and said with a smile:

"Our Majesty is really planning to judge the 'Red Viper'."

"Ah?" Natalie wondered, "But, Duke Jon himself admitted Prince Oberyn's innocence."

Samwell shook his head and said:

"Duke Jon is willing to forgive the 'Red Viper', but it doesn't mean that His Majesty is willing too. Well, I should prepare to go to King's Landing. Your Majesty wants me to testify in court."

"Can I go?" Natalie asked quickly.

"Can you, you have to go. Starfall City should have received the letter, and you are also one of the witnesses."

"Oh. Then I'll be with you." Natalie smiled brightly.