Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The Hand of the King, Duke Eddard Stark, stood on the top of King's Tomb City, staring at the city that had just been breached, dazed.

The field of vision is full of bright red and burnt gray and black, the air is filled with acrid smoke and the smell of blood, and there are bursts of whimpering and howling in pain.

Is this my masterpiece?

No, it's the work of a king.

Flocks of crows spread their black wings, flying in the gray sky, circling, coveting, eagerly wanting to enjoy this feast of flesh and blood.

"Lord Eddard," King Joffrey declared proudly in his shining gold armor and spotless cloak, "I say I can conquer this city!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you did it." Duke Ed did not want to argue with him.

He never doubted whether the army could capture Wangzuoka City, but to conquer...

Were the Dornishmen that easy to conquer?

Duke Ed's eyes wandered around the city under his feet. The Dornishmen were carrying corpses all over the ground. They were silent and suppressed, and one day they would explode again——

Just like countless times in history.

When the army continues to advance, Wangzuocheng may rebel again, unless they leave an army to garrison. If this is the case, why didn't they just put an army here to monitor it in the first place?

That's right, now the king finally got his wish to eat in the castle of the Manwudi family, but the price was the lives of more than 3,000 soldiers.

This is a senseless sacrifice.

Duke Ed knew that his persuasion would not be useful, but he couldn't help but said:

"Your Majesty, our strategic goal this time is to make the Martell family submit, not to capture every city in Dorne."

"If you capture every Dorne city, the Martell family will naturally succumb." The young king was very confident.

"No. Both Aegon the Conqueror and Daeron I proved that what you said is not true." Duke Eddard tried to impress the king with history and logic, "Every time we capture a Dorne city, we must leave enough This will lead to less and less mobile troops. Therefore, unless you encounter a city that must be captured like Tianji City, I really don't recommend you..."

"There, there, Lord Eddard," said Queen Cersei impatiently. "You're nagging like my dying old Nan. You're not the only one in this world who knows how to command a battle. Look at this Didn't your king take the city easily? And this is just the beginning of his road to conquest, and soon you'll see the whole of Dorne crouching at his feet."

"That's right! Mother!" Joffrey stood proudly on the top of the city, smug, "We will rest in King's Tomb City for one night, and continue to march tomorrow! I heard that the 'Red Viper' has assembled an army in Tianji City, haha, I want to Cut off the head of this poisonous snake with your own hands!"

After speaking, he walked towards the city.

The king's arrogant yelling came from a distance: "I will sleep in Earl Dagos Manwood's room tonight, let him go to sleep in the dungeon! Hahahaha!"

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"Boom boom boom!"

"Who is it!"

"Brother, it's me!"

"Wait a minute."

Dickon had to stand outside the vault for a while before seeing the iron door open and Samwell come out.

"Brother, what are you doing in there? Why is it taking so long?"

"Look for the golden dragon." Samwell threw a bag to his younger brother, "Go and share it with everyone."

Dickon opened the bag and took a look, then frowned:

"That's all?"

"No way. The Kogel family really doesn't have much money." Samwell patted his stomach and burped.

Dickon didn't ask any more questions, and went to distribute the money with the bag.

Lucas Dane came over at this time and said:

"My lord, something is wrong outside."

"What's wrong?"

"The Dornish people are gathering, and I'm afraid they are planning to take back the castle."

"These Dornishmen are really not afraid of death."

Samwell sighed with emotion, but didn't worry much.

He just devoured almost all the gold and silver of the Kogel family. He didn't count the exact number, but he only knew that the current strength attribute had broken through to 8.19!

The violent power was circulating in his body, and he was worried that he had nowhere to vent it.

Lucas seemed worried. Seeing Samwell's indifference, he quickly persuaded:

"My lord, we really can't stay in Sandstone City for a long time. We can't control this city. The Dornish people will continue to make us bleed. What's more, there is a large army outside the city. If they get news, they will definitely come back... "

"Don't worry, I never thought of really occupying this place." Samwell waved his hand, "Let everyone prepare, we will withdraw from Sandstone City before dark."

"Yes, my lord."

In fact, it didn't get dark at all. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, Samwell found that he had to leave quickly.

More and more Dornish people gathered outside the castle. Although there were not many defenders in Sandstone City, the sturdy and tenacious Dornish people made Samwell feel the feeling that the whole city was an enemy.

Can't wait any longer.

Samwell gathered his men and counted the number of people, and found that 27 cavalrymen had been lost in the previous battle to break the city, and another dozen were seriously injured.

After observing the city wall for a while, Lucas came to report:

"My lord, the Dornish people are blocking the door, so it's not easy to rush."

Samwell also saw the Dornishmen blocking the gate of the castle, and found that the distance was not enough for the cavalry to accelerate, and if the cavalry could not accelerate and fell into the siege of the Dornishmen, they would have to pay a high price if they wanted to escape.

After thinking for a while, Samwell thought of a way:

"Then start rushing from inside the door!"

"Inside the door?" Lucas froze for a moment.

"Yes." Samwell pointed to the gate of the castle, and followed the vestibule, hall, and atrium all the way inward, "The gate of the hall was removed, and everything inside was cleaned up. We lined up in the castle hall, starting from the innermost Rush out!"

Lucas' eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that this method is indeed feasible. Although the distance is only about one or two hundred feet, it can already speed up the cavalry.

"Okay! I'll make arrangements now!"

Outside the castle, a knight of the Kogel family was mobilizing loudly, and his speech was very provocative.

Under his call, four to five hundred Dornishmen gathered at the gate of the castle. Although they were not real soldiers, they at least had weapons and blood. Driven by anger and hatred, they blocked the gate of the castle.

This was actually the idea of ​​the Dornish knight. He was well aware of the weakness of the cavalry, and he knew that the soldiers he assembled were not well-trained soldiers. The River Bend Cavalry is the best choice to rush up.

"We will make the people of Hewan pay in blood!" the Dornish knight at the gate of the castle roared.

"Blood debt!" More than a hundred benefactors responded in unison.

"We want the people of Hewan to come and go!"

"There is no back and forth!"

"We want the people of Hewan to..."

At this moment, the hinges creaked, and the heavy castle gate slowly opened.

The Dornish knight turned his head in surprise, and then heard the dense sound of horseshoes in the castle.

what happened?

When he saw the Riverbend people rushing out of the castle hall, he was completely dumbfounded.

Almost instantly, the Riverbend Cavalry rushed out of the castle.

This distance is not enough for the cavalry to accelerate to the limit, but it is enough for them to charge.

And once they charged up, it would be impossible for the improvised Donne "army" in front of them to stop them.

After all, these Dornishmen had no shields, spears, or even leather armor. Most of them came with scimitars and long swords, a few with bows and arrows, and some even came with hoes...

Courage is commendable, but unfortunately, the battlefield only believes in strength.

Samwell is still at the forefront. Although he has changed his surname to Caesar, he is still a Tully who believes in "I am the pioneer".

The soaring power just now gave him an uncontrollable desire to vent, as if he wanted to tear everything in front of him to pieces.

So this time, instead of choosing the warhammer [Thunder], he drew out the giant sword [Dawn].

I don't know if it's an illusion, but this legendary magic sword from beyond the sky seems to suddenly become more obedient and more——

Surrender.

Red and golden lines quickly appeared on the body of the milky white sword, densely packed, exuding the vast aura from ancient times and the scorching fire.

Clang——

The air was instantly dry and hot.

Samwell swung the first sword.

The flaming giant sword drew a fiery arc, like the kiss of death.

Blood flowers bloomed in front of the castle gate, like a rain of roses all over the sky, and more than a dozen Dornishmen were engulfed in flames in an instant.

This terrifying scene even made the Dornish people have no time to think, and they all froze in place.

At this time, Samwell had already crashed into the Dorne army on horseback.

He felt that he was still very strong, so he swung the huge sword in his hand and swung it again.

Second sword.

The piercing sword light plowed a bloody passage in the Dorne army formation, just like the waters of the Red Sea split to both sides in front of Moses.

The river bay cavalry behind them also crashed into the bloody road, tearing open a bigger and wider opening in the Dornish army formation.

Samwell's pupils turned red at some point, like flames, like blood, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

And he is not exhausted yet, and he can still cut out——

The third sword!

Chi la!

The fiery red sword light cut out a blood moon in the crowd.

The Dornishmen finally broke down completely.

In the face of this terrifying power that does not belong to the world, no matter how tough the people are, they cannot maintain blood and courage.

Some people turned around and ran away, some dropped their weapons, some knelt down and surrendered, some chanted scriptures and begged the gods for forgiveness...

The Riverbend Cavalry rushed out of the castle and galloped on the street, without any obstacles in front of them.

At the forefront of this invincible cavalry formation, Samwell is still holding the great sword [Dawn].

She, who had just drank blood, became even more bewitching and deadly.

The fire light on the sword gradually dimmed, and the red-gold lines reappeared.

The dense lines, like incantations, are flickering on and off at this moment.

With a peculiar rhyme and rhythm, like a beating heart.