Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"We're fucked."

Tyrion Lannister sat on the top of the dune and said with a dejected look.

When the news of the Dornish sea battle came, he was completely dumbfounded.

And Tyrion couldn't figure out how the mighty Qingting Island fleet could even defeat a stormy fleet that had just been established.

Still lost so badly.

"It's the Qingting Island Fleet that's over. What does it have to do with us?" Bronn lay flat on the side, with one foot raised high, swaying leisurely in mid-air.

"I tell you you don't understand either," Tyrion grumbled, "and you don't care."

"I really don't care. I'm a mercenary, and I use money to do things. The pawn can't pay the gold, so I turn around and leave."

"You are a knight now," Tyrion reminded.

"Mercenary, knight, what's the difference?"

Tyrion deflated: "Well, I'm afraid it doesn't make much difference to you."

He got up from the ground, shaking the sand off his body.

The sun was already sinking below the horizon, and the western sky looked like a bleeding wound.

The city of Yronwood stood tall in the north, and its walls were covered with mottled blood, showing a strange purple color in the setting sun.

"With the support of Storm's End, it is impossible for the Martell family to capture this castle." Tyrion breathed out his alcohol, "It's time for us to change our strategy."

"Ready to run?" Bronn asked frivolously.

Tyrion rubbed his nose, didn't admit it, but didn't deny it either:

"I'm going to see Princess Arianne."

"Don't want to part with that Dornish girl?" Bronn teased, "Give it up, she doesn't like you, and ah, she's a big trouble now."

"I've always had a lot of trouble." Tyrion swayed down the sand dune with his short legs.

All the way to the camp of the Chinese army, after a briefing, the guards let him in.

Incense was lit in the tent to dissipate the bloody smell in the camp. Princess Arianne Martell was reclining on a cashmere carpet, wearing a tulle sleeveless dress casually, her plump and round body The curves of the body are fully exposed, under the long black eyelashes, a pair of big eyes seem to be opened and closed, lazy and charming.

"Your Highness." Tyrion saluted respectfully.

"Tyrion, would you like a drink?"

"No, I just drank a lot." Tyrion sat down on a bench, looked at Princess Dorne in front of him, and sighed inwardly—

This is also a poor man.

"Your Highness," Tyrion said, considering, "we are in a very bad situation, so..."

"You want to run?" Princess Arianne suddenly opened her eyes, and an awe-inspiring killing intent rushed over her face.

"Of course not." Tyrion quickly explained, scolding in his heart why this woman was so murderous, "I just think that the city of Yronwood may not be captured, so it's better to withdraw the troops."

"Withdraw?" Princess Arianne got up from the carpet, walked over barefoot, stood in front of Tyrion, and looked at him condescendingly, "Tyrion, have you forgotten your promise? Help me kill all the traitors. Or, you don't want to marry me?"

The rich aroma mixed with the smell of wine hit his face, and Tyrion couldn't help rubbing the tip of his nose.

"Of course I want to marry you, that's why I advised you to withdraw." He explained, "The fiasco of the Qingting Island fleet may have a greater impact on the current situation than you imagine."

"Tell me, how big is it?"

Tyrion raised his head, took a step back, got a good look at her face, and said:

"First of all, the Dorne Sea is now under the control of the Stormland Fleet. They can transport food to the city of Yronwood this time, and soldiers next time. As long as Caesar is determined to support the Yronwood family, we will not be able to capture this city.

What's worse, without the protection of the Arbor Island fleet, the Stormland Fleet can come and go freely in the Green Blood River, cutting off the most important trade channel in the east of Dorne. How did Daeron I conquer Dorne back then? Not exactly by controlling the Greenblood River.

Donne is now much weaker than it was back then, Caesar just needs to adopt the same strategy, and Donne is destined to fall apart. "

Princess Arianne fell silent after hearing this.

After a long time, she spoke again and said:

"The Lannister family also doesn't want to see Dorne fall into Caesar's control, right? So, it's time for you to provide support, food, soldiers, these real support, instead of just giving me a dwarf like you."

"Your Highness, what you said really made me sad." Tyrion deliberately put his hands on his heart, "But you must know that this dwarf in front of you was the son of Stannis Baratheon in Blackwater Bay. The entire fleet was wiped out."

"Then you also let the Stormland fleet be wiped out." Princess Arianne leaned forward, revealing a touch of snow white, "As long as you can do it, I will let you have a taste of the style of Dorne in advance."

Tyrion's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, unable to look away:

"Although I am very tempted, but...the same trick can't fool people twice, not to mention, I have exhausted the wildfire accumulated by the Mad King for decades. I just want to repeat the battle of Blackwater Bay, and I will not be able to fool you." It can't be done."

"If it can't be done, let Junlin send someone to support it!"

"I'll write back to King's Landing."

The two fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Princess Arianne said shyly:

"King's Landing will not support the Martell family, will it?"

Tyrion knew how he should answer at this time, and also knew that Lannister needed the Martell family to hold Caesar in the south, but he couldn't say the words of deceit.

After all, I can't be as cold-blooded as my father. He thought to himself, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or happiness.

"If I were you," Tyrion urged sincerely, "I would find a way to make peace with Storm's End."

"You want me to surrender to Caesar?"

"You can also say that..."

Princess Arianne suddenly burst out laughing.

After laughing for a while, she suddenly turned cold again, with a sonorous tone:

"Have you forgotten the language of the Martell family? Unyielding, unyielding, unyielding! I will never bow to Caesar!"

Tyrion sighed and said:

"Okay, let me go back to King's Landing and try my best to help you get some support."

Princess Arianne didn't speak, maybe she guessed that the other party was just making excuses to slip away, turned around and lay back on the wool blanket, drinking on her own.

Tyrion bowed and left the tent.

Bronn was standing guard outside. When he saw him coming out, he whistled and asked:

"How? Have you conquered that Dorne princess?"

Tyrion was not in the mood to pay attention to Bronn's teasing, bowed his head and took a few steps, saying:

"Clean up, let's go back to Sunspear City."

"Sneak back to King's Landing by boat from Sunspear?"

"Yes." Tyrion pursed his lips, "but before I go, I have something to do."