Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Compared with the chaos in other parts of Astapor, the South Gate was exceptionally quiet.

Of course, such tranquility was also bought with iron and blood.

At the beginning, some unidentified rioters stormed the south city gate, but they were killed in front of the army of Unsullied who were waiting in full force.

The dead bodies and the flowing blood became the best warning signs, so that the follow-up rioters consciously stay away from this area.

In addition, there is also a white dragon entrenched at the top of the city. Although it is not clear at night, you can still see that huge figure and feel the hot and terrifying aura circulating around.

Samwell sat quietly on the back of the white dragon, watching the chaos in the city with indifferent eyes, without saying a word.

Until the first ray of dawn pierced the night and shone on the top of the great pyramid in the center of Astapor, Samwell finally gave the order to attack the Unsullied.

At the same time, he himself turned onto the dragon's back.

Cleopatra stretched her body on the top of the city, her milky white wings spread out to both sides, casting a large shadow.

call--

The hot air rolled up a burst of smoke and dust, and the white dragon soared into the sky.

At this time, the chaos in the city finally subsided, and the Cat Group and the Long Spear Group finally found the Unsullied who was guarding the south gate.

The two regiment leaders immediately realized that they suppressed the rioters, but they took advantage of the Unsullied who had been watching coldly.

Annoyed, they immediately ordered their soldiers to stop suppressing the rebellion, instead shrink their formation and head towards the south gate.

They must deal with the main enemy first.

At the same time, the Unsullied erected their shields, raised their spears, and walked straight towards the mercenary group with orderly steps.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Gillo Reha raised the steel knife and roared angrily.

The cavalry of the Pike Regiment lined up in a dense charge, covering the entire long street.

In such a narrow terrain, the cavalry is indeed not very easy to perform, but the soldiers of this group of spears still showed a crazy and terrifying momentum.

In comparison, the Unsullied seemed a little too calm.

Even in the face of the charge of the cavalry, they still maintained absolute discipline, and the formation was not in the slightest disorder.

bang bang bang—

Amidst the sound of collisions, the Long Spears first came into close combat with the Unsullied.

It has to be said that the huge inertia brought about by the horse's charge and acceleration is quite terrifying, and it cannot be resisted by manpower at all.

Even if the Unsullied in the front row erected their shields, they still couldn't be sent flying backwards by the cavalry, blood was sprayed in the air, and countless bones were broken.

But even so, the formation of the Unsullied still did not become chaotic.

The soldiers in the back row immediately filled the vacancy, armed with shields and spears, firmly and fearlessly blocking the cavalry in front of them still hung with the flesh and blood of their companions.

The impact continued, like a tidal wave on the rocky beach.

But when the Unsullied blocked the first few charges, the momentum of the cavalry began to weaken, as if stuck in a quagmire.

In the confrontation between cavalry and infantry, once the cavalry failed to break through the infantry formation, most of their advantage was lost.

If it is now in an open field, the cavalry can still distance themselves, adjust their formation and charge again, or choose to cruise around to harass, or simply retreat, as long as they have a speed advantage, they still occupy the strategic initiative.

But at this moment, they are arrayed on the narrow streets in the city.

Once they couldn't break through the infantry formation, they would truly feel the horror of the Unsullied's shield spear formation.

The long spears shone coldly in the dim light of the morning sun, and the unsullied man's unchanging cold expression for thousands of years could make any enemy feel horrified.

Like a taut spring, as long as it is not broken, it will rebound, and the harder it is compressed, the stronger the rebound force will be.

After losing the advantage of speed, it would be almost suicide for the cavalry to attack the Unsullied's formation again.

The steel forest composed of spears exudes the breath of death, harvesting the lives of the spear cavalry.

The Unsullied stepped skillfully, raised their shields, and thrust forward, dismounting the cavalry one by one, then drew their short swords and slit their throats.

Countless corpses were scattered on the ground, and a large amount of blood was sprayed wantonly.

Never have the mercenaries faced such a terrifying enemy and experienced such a terrifying battle.

Once the Unsullied started to charge back, they killed them with fear. How could the cavalry in the rear dare to go forward, even if the regiment leader yelled and cursed, it would be of no avail.

Seeing the plight of the Long Spear Group, the Cat Group also paused.

"Rush! Rush!" Bloodbeard sternly roared, "Scatter the Unsullied, each will be rewarded with a gold coin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a shadow passing over his face.

The fighting and shouting stopped at this moment, and countless voices fell silent.

They looked up to the sky, through the beating heartbeat, they heard the sound of flapping wings, and saw the milky white figure in the twilight of the morning light.

Huge, beautiful and full of danger.

dragon!

Didn't the damned Astapor say there are no dragons!

Now the two heads can't wait to tear Mrs. Urho who contacted them into pieces.

Of course, they don't know yet that Mrs. Urho has been chopped up by the rioters, otherwise the anger in their hearts will probably be relieved.

"What should I do?" Bloodbeard found Gillo Reha and asked.

Apparently, the leader of the cat group has already decided to retire.

"Withdraw!" Gillo Reha said decisively, turning his horse's head and trying to escape.

But at this moment, the white dragon swooped down, and the scorching air rolled up the yellow sand and slapped the faces of the mercenaries.

Before they could recover, a ball of flames swirled and flowed down, instantly igniting a dozen mercenaries.

Orange and yellow mixed with scorched black, and the raging heat wave drowned out the screams.

"Gods..." Gillo Reha lamented tremblingly.

The mercenaries ran faster now, dodging the shadows cast by the sky one after another, pushing and shoving each other, scrambling to escape the white god of death overhead.

But there are also people who want to be dragon-slaying heroes.

Seeing that Bloodbeard frantically grabbed a spear, and seeing the white dragon swoop down again, he jumped up and stabbed the spear towards the dragon's belly.

According to legend, the abdomen is the weak point of the dragon.

But soon, Bloodbeard knew that the legend was a lie.

The dragon's abdomen was also covered with strong scales, and the spear seemed to have stabbed a stone, not only did it not hurt the dragon, but the counter-shock force instantly broke Bloodbeard's thumb.

He let out a terrible howl.

In the next second, the dragon flame struck again and devoured him.

A few more mercenaries, perhaps wanting to be famous through the ages, threw spears at the dragon one after another.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, a spear just stuck into the gap between the scales at the back of Cleopatra's neck. Fortunately, the spear thrower was not strong enough to penetrate deep into the flesh, but it aroused the white dragon's anger. ferocious.

It suddenly landed beside the person who had injured him, bit off his head with one bite, and bright red blood spurted out from the bloody broken pile.

With the flapping of the dragon wings, hot smoke and dust rose up, and the dragon flames swept out, roasting the row of mercenaries in front of them into coke.

"Its eyes! Stab its eyes!" screamed Gillo Reja.

Several pikemen heard the words and tried to follow suit, but saw a white sword light flashing across, and their stomachs were instantly disemboweled. When their consciousness was dying, they saw the man holding a huge sword sitting high on the dragon's back...

Roar--

Cleopatra roared sharply, and the roar filled the street, and the furnace-like hot wind swept across.

The mercenaries looked at the pair of lava-like blood-red dragon eyes, as if they were looking at hell.

Finally, they realized that slaying the dragon was a delusion after all.

One by one collapsed and fled in all directions, unable to turn back and resist.