Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Hahahahahaha!"

A burst of almost crazy smiles echoed in the forest, dispelling the almost stagnant atmosphere.

The nobles of the Reach were still immersed in the shock that the Duke of Highgarden was forced to bow his head and admit his mistake by a little baron. At this time, they were awakened by laughter, only to find that it was "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister laughing on the horse. Lean forward and backward.

"I'm dying of laughter! I'm dying of laughter! You people in Hewan can't even tell the difference between a horse and a deer? Hahahaha..."

Samwell said, "Is it so funny? Kingslayer."

"Isn't it funny?" James covered his stomach with his remaining left hand, still laughing, "I actually saw a lie being twisted into the truth with my own eyes, you people from Hewan are amazing! Mr. Inflatable Fish, you will never stop Will you really want to ride that deer? Then I suggest you change to a better saddle, oh no, a deer saddle. Hahahahaha..."

The Duke of Metz blushed and bowed his head in silence, as if he had made up his mind to be an ostrich.

Samwell retorted:

"Kingslayer, how many lies have you woven with your own hands? Whose heirs are Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen? Who pushed Bran Stark of Winterfell from the tower? Do you dare to tell the truth?"

James' smile froze on his face.

In fact, the former is okay, he has long wanted to reveal the truth to the public, but his father and sister have been reluctant to part with the Iron Throne.

But the latter...

How would he know?

Suddenly James was terrified.

The crime hidden in his heart was exposed in public, which gave him the illusion of being exposed to the sun without clothes.

The gazes cast by everyone were like big hands, constantly stripping away his little self-esteem and pride. He was powerless to resist, and could only allow his ugliness and meanness to be torn apart like bloody wounds.

"Kingslayer? Why don't you talk?" Samwell asked urgently, "I heard that there is a "White Code" in the White Sword Tower of the Red Castle in King's Landing, which records every The exploits of the White Knights of the Kingsguard of the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms. What do you think your page, Kingslayer, will be?"

James lowered his head, his slightly messy long hair covering his face.

"Ser James of House Lannister," Samwell continued, his voice resounding like a bell, as if the heavenly Father was pronouncing a sentence,

"Eldest son of Lord Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna of Casterly Rock. As a boy he served as squire to Lord Sumner Crakeher, and accompanied him to destroy the Brotherhood of the Kingswood.

At the age of fifteen, he was knighted by Sir Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard for his bravery in battle. In the same year, he was promoted to the Kingsguard by King Aerys II Targaryen and became a White Knight.

When King's Landing fell, he killed the king under the Iron Throne, thus earning the title of "Kingslayer".

Then, 'Kingslayer', what should I write next? "

James didn't speak, he was suddenly horrified to find that his life was so poor and empty, even ugly.

"I'll tell you how to write it." Samwell smiled coldly and continued,

"Later, he was pardoned by Robert Baratheon I and continued to serve as the Kingsguard, but he had an affair with Queen Cersei Lannister and gave birth to three evil seeds who stole the Iron Throne.

During King Robert's visit to Winterfell, he personally pushed Bran, the young child of the Stark family, down the tower due to the discovery of his sister's adultery, causing him to be paralyzed.

Afterwards, he fought against Dorne with the false king Joffrey, and was beheaded by Samwell Caesar in the sky and the city, and has since become a waste who dare not draw his sword..."

"Shut up!" James suddenly yelled furiously, "Caesar! Shut up!"

"You want me to shut up? Yes, don't use weak words, use your sword." Samwell challenged.

James' left hand was on the hilt of the sword, but he never pulled it out.

His body began to tremble, and Tianjicheng's extremely terrifying, fiery sword that did not belong to the mortal world flashed through his mind.

Countless midnight dreams come back, and James' heart is filled with fear.

He didn't know how to take such a sword.

That is not a sword that mortals can block!

Especially since he only has his left hand left...

how to spell?

He never thought that one day he would not dare to draw his sword.

But if he didn't dare to draw his sword from now on, what would he become?

A corpse in a white robe?

"Kingslayer!" Samwell provoked again, "Are you really a waste who dare not draw your sword?"

"Caesar!" James Lannister finally drew his long sword, "I will kill you!"

Samwell took a step forward expressionlessly, and also drew out the giant sword [Dawn] behind him.

The instant the milky-white sword was unsheathed, red-gold lines emerged, and along Samwell's hands holding the sword, covered his arms, chest, and even his face.

The dense red and gold lines seem to put on a close-fitting armor for him, and it is also like a spell passed down from ancient times, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

"James Lannister!" Samwell held a sword in both hands, his tone was as awe-inspiring as a god, "In the name of the Seven Gods, I will judge your sins!

Regicide! Fornication! The crime of disabled children!

If you are guilty, please give me strength from the Seven Gods!

If you are innocent, please Seven Gods deprive me of everything! "

As soon as the words fell, the giant sword in Samwell's hand erupted into brilliant colors, like flames, like the setting sun, like molten gold, like the brilliance of a god, and it was breathtaking.

Holding the sword in his left hand, James rushed over in an almost heroic gesture.

In the blazing light, James seemed to have returned to the day when King's Landing fell.

He sat high on the Iron Throne, with the body of "Mad King" Aerys under his feet. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the ground through the narrow windows of the Red Castle, and the entire throne room was soaked in blood red.

The giant dragon skull hanging high on the wall stared at him coldly with empty eyes,

Watching his downfall.

The field of vision was filled with burning flames, and James couldn't breathe like a well of blood.

"Caesar! Kill me!"

With a roar, James rushed into the flames without hesitation, as if he was welcoming his own redemption.

He closed his eyes and saw the beautiful face of his sister Cersei before him.

The flames engulfed his long sword, and the shattered steel melted almost instantly.

The heat rushed to his face, like the kiss of his sister Cersei.

It was irresistible to James.

But unfortunately, the heat came to an abrupt end.

James opened his eyes in bewilderment, and saw the flaming greatsword resting in front of him, inches from his skin.

He was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

Samwell kicked James to the waist, and hit him on the back with the sword.

Boom!

James fell to the ground in embarrassment, cursing:

"Caesar! Do you dare to kill me! Do you dare..."

puff--

Samwell stepped on James' head, crushing his face into the dirt.

"The gods have condemned you." Samwell said, holding a glowing red sword, "but the gods are also merciful. They decided to send you to the Great Wall to become a night watchman to atone for your sins."

"Sir Aegon Levill." Samwell called the captain of the Highgarden Guards, and ordered naturally, "You send someone to escort the Kingslayer to the Great Wall, remember to take the sea route, and don't let the Lannisters people stopped."

"Yes!" Ser Aegon replied subconsciously.

But then, he reacted and looked at his lord, the Duke of Metz.

The inflatable fish was so frightened that even the horse could hardly sit still, its fat body curled up like a quail.

He didn't respond at all to Samwell's extravagant orders.

Ser Aegon was extremely disappointed, and finally stepped forward and grabbed James by the collar, dragging him away.

James, with his face covered in dirt and his hair disheveled, was still yelling and cursing:

"Caesar! Kill me if you have the guts! Kill me!"

The nobles of the River Bend watched this scene with extremely complicated emotions.

Some secretly applauded, but also worried.

The order to escort the kingslayer to guard the Great Wall fully declared that Riverbend chose to stand against the Lannister family.

And not only that.

Lord Inflatable Fish's silence also caused his prestige in the hearts of the nobles in the river bay to plummet.

If there were still many nobles who had expectations for the Tyrell family before, but after today's hunting meeting, they have already recognized the facts.

The essence of power struggle is the struggle for the right to speak.

But in today's river bend, it is no longer the final decision of the inflatable fish.

A young king has already shown his majesty and ambition.

Under the eyes of hundreds of nobles in the river bend, Samwell Caesar stood with his sword, beside him was a kneeling stag with a white ring, and above his head was a magic dragon flying and circling, neighing.

The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, shining on the baron standing upright, as if covering him with a holy halo.

This very symbolic scene was frozen in the hearts of the nobles of the River Bend, and it became a memory they would never get rid of.