Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Lord Caesar tells you to stop."

Gavin, the head of the Eagle Islet Territory, handed the letter sent by Samwell to Cheeman.

Looking at Qieman, who was already a little strange in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

More than three months ago, this person accepted the order of the lord to sweep up the savage tribes around the territory. Since then, Gavin has been hearing various rumors about this person.

Without exception, they were full of blood and brutality.

Savage traitors, murderous monsters, invincible monsters, and terrifying messengers from Yingzui Island...

Now Cheeman is notorious in the Crimson Mountains, and his reputation is far and wide.

However, the results are also impressive.

All the savage tribes within a hundred miles of Yingzui Island have all surrendered, and some have not surrendered, but they were all sent to hell by the messenger of terror.

The number of savages in the territory has skyrocketed to more than 30,000.

Logically speaking, this should be a good thing, but Gavin couldn't be happy, instead he was worried. He always felt that this Cheeman was at risk of getting out of control.

At the beginning, Lord Caesar gave this man a hundred elite soldiers and allowed him to recruit five hundred savages, but Gavin knew that Cheeman's men had already surpassed a thousand.

Although Yingzui Island has always supplied weapons and food according to the share of 600 people, it was not difficult for Cheeman himself to get some food supplies when he conquered the savage tribe. Naturally, he could raise more soldiers.

Now that this person has grown wings and gained a reputation, will he still be willing to be a dog under Lord Caesar?

Cheeman looked at the letter silently, without speaking. He was wearing a fine linen coat, which was clean, without blood, but filled with a pungent bloody smell.

"When will your lord come back?" He spoke, his tone flat without any fluctuation.

"Your Excellency didn't say anything, but it should be soon." Gavin persuaded in a deep voice, "So you'd better go back to Yingzui Island with me immediately. And your subordinates, the soldiers who exceed the number allowed by Lord Caesar, I advise you to disband them all .”

Cheeman raised his eyes from the letter paper and turned to look at Gavin.

It was only then that Gavin noticed that this person's pupils became very light, almost merging with the whites of his eyes. His cold eyes were as real as they were, and slowly slid across his skin like a poisonous snake, making him feel goose bumps all over his body.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Gavin said, his tone trembling.

"Punishment from the gods." Cheeman's lips curled up, "It's also possible that it's a gift from the devil."

Gavin swallowed, and suddenly regretted coming this trip himself.

This mad dog is even crazier!

Gavin's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he was thinking about how to speak again, when he saw a soldier running over and reported:

"Lord Chiman! The Rock Tribe refuses to surrender!"

Cheeman's gaze finally moved away from Gavin, which made the latter heave a sigh of relief.

"Refused to surrender?" Cheeman smiled happily, from the heart, "then destroy it. Give me the order to attack."

"yes!"

"Wait!" Gavin plucked up his courage and said, "Master Caesar has ordered you to stop!"

Cheeman turned his head slowly, and gave Gavin a creepy smile:

"Don't worry, wait until I prepare the last gift for you."

Gavin clenched his fists tightly, but he didn't dare to persuade him anymore. He felt that the mad dog in front of him might really dare to kill him.

A low-pitched horn sounded in the mountains and forests, followed by shouts of fighting.

Cheeman went to the front to command the battle, leaving Gavin in a daze.

An accompanying guard stepped forward and said, "Master Gavin, do you want to stop Cheeman?"

Gavin rolled his eyes and cursed angrily in a low voice: "Go and stop him! See if he will kill you!"

The guard suddenly didn't dare to speak.

Gavin sighed helplessly, and walked a few steps forward to a high hill.

The Rock Tribe's stronghold was by the stream below, and it was being attacked by Qiman's army at this time.

The battle was fierce, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. After a while, even the stream was dyed blood red.

Gavin watched silently, without saying a word.

The battle lasted from noon to evening, and the rock tribe's cottage finally fell.

After hesitating for a moment, Gavin went down the hill and walked into the village filled with blood and fire.

Cheeman's men were cleaning the battlefield, Gavin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that they didn't kill any prisoners.

But when he reached a hut at the core of the cottage, he heard cries and begging for mercy from inside.

"Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill! We are willing to surrender!"

Gavin stood at the door and saw Cheeman pulling the long sword out of the chest of a wild woman.

"They have already surrendered." Gavin couldn't help persuading him.

Cheeman turned his head and grinned. At this moment, he was covered in blood, and he was really no different from a devil.

"How can the tribal leader surrender." As he spoke, he cut the throat of a young savage again.

"I really surrender! Surrender! Don't kill my children again! Please!" the patriarch of the Rock Tribe begged for mercy.

However, what greeted him was Cheeman's long sword.

Chi!

"You!" The patriarch vomited blood, his face twisted, "You will go to hell! I curse you!"

"Compared with begging for mercy, I still like your expression now." Cheeman smiled.

The patriarch yelled, his expression became more and more ferocious.

Cheeman liked it more and more.

So he drew out his long sword and stabbed it again.

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After passing through the three curved walls with heavy soldiers, Alex Oakheart came to the old palace.

The Halberd Tower and the Sun Tower with Rheuna's characteristics stand majestically on the two wings of the palace, and the golden vaults and leaded glass shine brightly under the sunlight.

This is the heart of Sunspear, and the seat of power in Dorne.

But for Ares, the envoy of the Iron Throne, it is a hostile and dangerous place.

Wearing the white armor and white cloak that symbolized the identity of the Kingsguard, he walked slowly into the gate of the old palace with a wooden box in his hand.

Heavy riding boots stepped on the marble floor, making a clanging sound, which also attracted the attention of many Dornish nobles gathered in the hall.

When they saw who was coming, they all cast angry glances.

Aris turned a blind eye to these gazes and walked straight forward.

In front of the line of sight, there are two seats on the high platform, one of which is painted with the halberd logo of the Martell family, and the other chair is painted with the Rhoyna's solar emblem.

Long halberd and fierce sun.

It was with the help of Nymeria, the warrior queen of the Rhoyna who came across the sea, that the Martell family finally realized their dream of conquering the entire territory of Dorne.

Because of this, the Martell family still retains the traditions of the Rhoyna people. For example, the ruler still uses the titles of prince and princess, and for example, male and female heirs have equal inheritance rights. The full name of this family is actually Nameros. Martel.

It means the blood of Nymeria and Martell.

Aris stood still in front of the high platform.

Along the way just now, he saw all kinds of coats of arms, sand gates, fan-shaped golden hands, golden crowned skulls, red and yellow flames, three black scorpions on a red background, a black vulture holding a pink baby... ...All kinds of things, it seems that all the big families of Dorne are here.

The rain is coming.

Aris stood quietly, indifferent to the gazes and discussions around him.

Until he saw the side door open, Prince Oberyn the "Red Viper" walked in pushing a wheelchair.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a thin man with gray hair.

The discussion in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the nobles all cast their eyes on the man in the wheelchair.

For that man was the ruler of Dorne, Prince Doran Martell.

Prince Oberyn parked the wheelchair under the high platform, and helped his brother to sit down on the seat painted with a golden halberd.

Then he himself stood on the right-hand side of the seat.

Princess Arianne also stepped onto the dais and stood on Prince Doran's left.

Alex leaned over and saluted, saying:

"My dear Prince of Dorne, I have brought King Joffrey's will."

"You brought my daughter's head!" Before Prince Doran could speak, Prince "Red Viper" Oberyn said angrily.

"Illegitimate daughter." Arris argued, trying to ease the atmosphere, but it backfired.

"That's still my daughter!" roared Prince Oberyn. "You killed her! There was no trial! Is that what your king calls justice!"

Alex sighed, placed the wooden box on the ground, and said:

"Your Highness Oberyn, I can understand your anger and pain. But you are at fault for this matter. If you did not kill Lord Petyr Baelish and Lord Pycelle without authorization, and escaped from the dungeon, Your Majesty the King Don't be so angry."

"I didn't kill Petyr." Prince Oberyn justified, and then laughed at himself, "You probably won't believe me if I tell you. Forget it, I have seen your true colors. Justice has always been It's not what you are after. If I obediently stay in King's Landing and wait for the trial, I will probably end up like my daughter."

Alex felt more and more that this mission would not have any optimistic results, but he still bit the bullet and said:

"Your Highness Oberyn, Your Majesty orders you to go to King's Landing and accept the trial, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" cried Prince Oberyn. "He dares to attack Dorne!"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd in the hall was immediately excited, and the Dorne nobles cursed and roared angrily, as if they wanted to come up and tear Aris into pieces and pack them back to the Iron Throne.

There was cold sweat on Aris's forehead. He looked at Prince Doran, who had been silent all this time, and made his last effort:

"Your Highness Doran! Please consider carefully! If you do not accept the request of the Iron Throne, then all that awaits Dorn is war!"

"War?" said Prince Doran at last.

His voice was as thin as a piece of fragile parchment, but it made the hall instantly quiet.

Alex knew that Prince Doran was just a patient who couldn't even stand firmly, but at this moment, he felt that he was more dangerous than the "Red Viper".

"Yes." The white knight said, "I implore you to think carefully, otherwise, if there is a war, Dorne may be bleeding like a river."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No." Aris didn't know what to say, he hesitated for a moment before saying in a calm tone, "I'm just conveying His Majesty's will to you."

"That's His Majesty threatening me."

Alex was speechless.

Prince Doran smiled slightly, and he didn't seem to be angry at all: "Did your king forget our language when he threatened the Martell family?"

"Unyielding." Prince Doran said as he put his hands on the armrest of the chair, as if he was about to stand up.

Seeing this, Princess Arianne hurried forward to help her, but her father pushed her away.

"No break." Prince Doran bowed his body and slowly got up.

Beads of sweat were visible to the naked eye on his forehead, and his dead-twig-like legs were trembling, but he stood up after all: "Don't scratch."

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

In terms of population, wealth, and war strength, Dorne is the last of the seven kingdoms, but under the leadership of the Martell family, they are the last kingdom to surrender to the Iron Throne.

It took only two short years for Targaryen to conquer the six kingdoms, and it was not until two hundred years later that Dorne was finally incorporated under the rule of the Iron Throne, and it was still through marriage.

The sun lance was never a sign of weakness.

"Since your king wants to go to war, then..." Prince Doran's weak body was still trembling, but his voice was extremely firm,

"I'll give it to him, war!"

"War! War! War!" the Dornish nobles in the hall roared wildly.

Amidst the turbulent sound waves, Alex closed his eyes tiredly, and there was no luck in his heart for the future situation——

war.