Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

A hot, dry wind blows from the west, stirring up gravel.

When he saw the brown walls, Tyrion knew the hardest journey was over and Sunspear was near.

Bronn staggered on his horse and asked:

"You should tell me why you insist on taking a boat back to King's Landing in Sunspear City, right?"

Tyrion whispered:

"Because I need to take someone away."

Bronn came to his senses immediately: "That niece of yours?"

"Niece... Well, it's okay to be called niece." Tyrion shrugged, "The Martell family is probably about to end, I can't leave Myrcella alone in Sunspear."

"The Martell family will not let you take Princess Myrcella away. She is engaged to Doran's youngest son."

"Since I dare to come, I have a way." Tyrion smiled mysteriously.

Seeing Bronn's distrustful eyes, he had no choice but to add a few words of explanation:

"Actually, when I sent Myrcella to Dorne, I made some preparations. Do you know that Lannisport has many Lannis, Lanitzes, Lanters and other relatively low-level branches of Lannister, I A girl was carefully selected from among them to be Myrcella's maid. She also has blond hair, a similar age difference, and an almost unreal appearance... In short, with a little dressing up, it will not be a problem to deceive the people of the Martell family. .”

"I hope so."

During the conversation, the two had already entered the shadow city in the west, passed through the maze-like streets, and the triple curved gate, and finally arrived at the old palace.

Tyrion first found Princess Myrcella and told about his plan to secretly take her away.

Although the princess was young, she was well-behaved and sensible, and she didn't panic or cry when she heard the words, she just tried her best to cooperate with her uncle.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Tyrion didn't stay here any longer, and dressed the maid as Myrcella, and ordered her to pretend to have a lunch break, and then quietly left the old palace with the real princess.

After leaving the palace gate, several people went straight to the pier.

Sunspear City is located on a protruding sandstone peninsula at the easternmost end of Dorne, surrounded by the sea on three sides, the north and east will be attacked by narrow sea storms, but the bay to the south is a natural harbor.

The largest port in Dorne is the town of Planks at the mouth of the Greenblood River. The port of Sunspear is the second largest port, and because it is the seat of the family castle of the Martell family, it has more political significance.

Ships coming and going from the Greenblood River usually stop at Sunspear City to trade and replenish food and fresh water.

It is a pity that after the Rhoyna warrior queen Nymeria led ten thousand ships across the sea, she ordered all the ships to be burned in order to sever the idea of ​​returning to the hometown of Essos.

Otherwise, Sunspear City might still have a powerful navy even today.

When Tyrion and his party came to the pier, they could clearly feel the solemn atmosphere.

He also saw several Qingting Island warships that had escaped from the battle, docking miserably in the port waiting for repairs.

The battered hull and the burnt and broken masts all silently told the tragedy of that naval battle, spreading a panic atmosphere.

However, there are still quite a lot of ships in the port, including merchant ships and fishing boats. The large ones have a displacement of nearly a thousand tons, and the small ones are less than a hundred tons. They are densely packed in the harbor, and their masts are densely packed like corn in the field.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled quietly on the sea level, the light was cold and gloomy, as if foreshadowing a not-so-good night.

Bronn walked around the pier and came back to report:

"No ship to King's Landing has been found, but there are several merchant ships to Pentos and Braavos. Shall we go?"

"Let's go!" Tyrion said without hesitation, "Dorne has become more and more dangerous, and one more day of staying is one more day of trouble. Let's go to Pentos!"

"Okay, let's go."

They found a merchant ship bound for Pentos, paid the fare, and the owner let them aboard.

Taking advantage of the rising tide at night, the merchant ships quickly set sail and left the port.

Looking at Sunspear City gradually going away, Tyrion quietly breathed a sigh of relief, the escape plan was unbelievably smooth, of course, this is also because the Martell family is currently in a state of distress, and there is no time to manage them.

Just when he was thinking of finding some wine to celebrate, he suddenly saw the screeching whistle from the lookout post.

"What's wrong?" Tyrion couldn't read the semaphore.

Bronn couldn't understand either, so he grabbed a sailor and asked.

"A fleet appears ahead! Fleet of the Stormlands!" cried the sailor in panic.

Tyrion only felt cold all over, and it took him a while to pull out an ugly wry smile:

"It seems that I was too happy..."

Not long after, they saw the fleet appearing in the north, and the double-headed eagle flag fluttering in the wind looked particularly ferocious in the setting sun.

The merchant ships hoisted white flags, praying that the warships on the opposite side would not attack civilians.

Tyrion and the others were also praying.

I don't know if it's because of sincerity and sincerity, the Stormland Fleet really didn't take care of these merchant ships, and went straight to Sunspear City.

When they passed by, Tyrion saw the black holed muzzles on the sides of the warships, and was wondering what those were.

Soon, he knew what it was.

As they approached the port, the warships of the Stormland Navy lowered their sails one after another, slowed down, and then began to line up in battle formation.

"Maybe we can know how the Arbor Island fleet was defeated..." Tyrion murmured.

I don't know if they are equally curious. After confirming that the Stormland fleet will not attack them, the merchant ship owner is no longer in a hurry to leave. Instead, he lowers his sails and docks in the distance, with curiosity and fear, and a trace of indescribable excitement , Waiting for the start of this battle.

Boom boom boom!

The forty battleships roared almost simultaneously, and the black smoke that came out enveloped the entire fleet in gunpowder smoke. Huge shells landed in the port of Sunspear City and exploded loudly, causing waves of spray.

The ships docked in the port suffered disaster immediately, whether it was the escaped battleship of Qingting Island or the innocent merchant and fishing boats, they were all affected by the artillery fire.

Screams, screams, and cursing were intertwined over the port, but they were drowned out by the rumbling gunfire.

Three warships from Qingting Island bravely rushed out, ready to die with the enemy.

They were all scarred. They were blown out of numerous large and small holes in the Dornish sea battle before. The deck was also a mess, and even the sails were burned. The miserable appearance made people cry.

However, they still rushed out, with a desperate momentum.

But unfortunately, the battlefield is cruel.

Under the concentrated fire of more than 40 warships and hundreds of artillery pieces, they were sunk before rushing to the front.

The shelling continued, and the entire Sunspear City was shaken by the sound of the shells.

But fortunately, the power of this black powder-driven smoothbore gun is limited. As long as the people in the port are not determined to stay and die with their ships, there is still time to evacuate.

Although the destructive power is limited, the impact of this shelling on the Dornish people cannot be underestimated.

The blow to Dorn's maritime trade is even more devastating.

From now on, unless the Stormland Fleet is defeated, no merchant ships will dare to dock here again.

The setting sun gradually set on the sea level, but the warships in Stormland continued to roar, as if they were about to pour all their anger into this port.

None of the docked ships are intact, and the sea is full of floating wooden wreckage.

Countless Dornishmen hid far behind the city wall, watching all this before them, filled with fear in their hearts.

Tyrion stretched his numb neck and sighed:

"Don't look, the Martell family is over."