Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The night was getting dark.

Franklin Flowers leaned against the battlements, hiding himself in the shadows.

He was a paunchy Riverbend Knight with scars all over his face, his right ear looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and his left was gone.

Since his mother was a washerwoman who was raped by the lord of the cider hall, Earl Fossoway, Franklin was also called "the bastard of the cider hall", but he himself preferred to laugh at himself as a "rotten apple".

Franklin's biggest dream is to return to Westeros one day and blow Earl Fossoway's head like a rotten apple.

Unfortunately, this dream is destined to be impossible to realize, because Earl Fossoway has died in the Deer Party rebellion.

Franklin changed his dream to become the lord of the wine hall one day.

This is not wishful thinking.

If he could help little Aegon ascend the Iron Throne, the other party would definitely not be stingy with the Earl of the Fruit Wine Hall.

Franklin imagined the scene of returning to his hometown with a beast-like light in his eyes.

But as time went by, the enemy disappeared for a long time, and he also became anxious.

Why not come?

Franklin got up and lay down on the top of the city wall, and looked into the distance for a while, but he couldn't see anything, only the dark silence.

"What time is it?"

"Just past wolf time."

Franklin nodded silently, sat down again, drew out his long sword and wiped it carefully.

Time passed extremely slowly while waiting.

Finally, Franklin couldn't bear to get up again.

This movement made the soldiers on the side wake up suddenly.

"Damn it! Don't sleep!" Franklin reprimanded a few words, and then went down the tower sullenly.

Finding Jon Connington in the rear house, Franklin complained:

"Could it be that Caesar is afraid and dare not come?"

Jon said with a cold face:

"Go back to the tower and don't leave your post without permission."

Franklin shook his head dissatisfied:

"There is no way to go on like this. The soldiers are almost falling asleep."

"Then go wake them up!"

Franklin muttered a few words in a low voice, turned his head and left.

Jon looked at the back of the other party going away, and sighed secretly.

He has also realized that the Golden Group is already in an extremely passive situation.

I wanted to take the opportunity of seeing through Mrs. Ians' trick and design the west gate as a trap.

If Caesar led the army to rush in head-on, the Golden Group would definitely inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

But what if Caesar doesn't come...

That golden group is embarrassing.

They could only stick around near the west city gate, not daring to relax at all.

If this continues, the soldiers will only become more and more tired.

Jon suspects that the enemy will most likely choose to attack before dawn, when the Golden Group is most exhausted and the enemy is waiting for work.

Even if they had made sufficient preparations at the West City Gate, the outcome would be uncertain.

And worse, maybe another situation——

The enemy does not attack from the west gate.

Thinking of this, Jon couldn't help trembling slightly.

Originally, it was the Golden Group that set a trap for the enemy, but now, this trap has instead become the bondage of the Golden Group, making them lose their strategic initiative.

Jon almost wanted to call off the original plan immediately, close the gates, and let the soldiers go back to rest.

But he dared not do it.

What if the enemy really came from the west gate?

Although the Golden Company can still deal with it calmly as long as the gates are closed, it will make Jon look like a clown in everything he did before...

If he was in command of the Clinton family's army, Jon would have no similar worries at all.

But now, he has a group of mercenaries under him.

A group of desperadoes fighting for money.

Jon must consider the psychology of the mercenaries, the morale of the army, and the impact on his prestige...

So, he hesitated.

But on the other side, Sir Franklin Flowers returned to the tower and began to inspect.

Seeing the dozing soldiers go up, they punched and kicked, as if they wanted to vent all the anger accumulated in their hearts.

After venting, Franklin felt much more at ease, returned to sit by the battlements, and continued to wipe the long sword.

Time turned to owl time, then to nightingale time, and then to owl time... Seeing that dawn was approaching, Franklin couldn't help but dozed off for a while.

Just when he was in a daze, Franklin suddenly heard a faint sound of breaking through the air.

The air also seemed to become hotter.

He subconsciously stood up, his heart clenched tightly, and he had a bad feeling.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Seeing this, the soldiers at the side immediately stood up, fearing that the knight would mistake him for dozing off again.

Franklin didn't speak, and leaned on the city wall again to look out, as if he wanted to find something from the thick darkness.

But until his eyes were sour, he still didn't see anything.

But at this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from beside him:

"Fire! Fire!"

Franklin suddenly turned his head, and saw a beam of dazzling fire blooming in the distance.

The orange-red mixed with scorched fire was like a rising sun, piercing the darkness before dawn, and piercing the defenses of everyone in the Golden Group.

They opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at this terrifying scene, totally at a loss.

Fortunately, Franklin reacted first, and immediately ordered loudly:

"East City Gate! Damn it! The enemy is attacking from the East Gate, hurry up and support!"

With that said, he drew his sword and rushed out.

When he got off the tower, he also ran into Jon Colinton who was giving orders: "Franklin, you lead someone..."

boom.

Franklin slammed Jon away on purpose, swearing.

The ear-piercing sound of horns sounded in the city, and more and more soldiers of the Golden Regiment gathered and headed towards the east gate.

The shouts of killing became louder and louder, and the entire city of God's Grace seemed to be awakened from sleep, and suddenly entered the most intense and cruel fighting rhythm.

When Sir Franklin rushed to the east gate with a team of mercenaries, he saw that the gate had collapsed in the fire, and countless enemies poured in like locusts, bringing slaughter and blood.

"Come on!" he hissed. "Kill these Dornish bastards!"

"Kill them all!" The mercenaries cried and howled.

But the next moment, the shouting stopped abruptly.

Franklin looked up in astonishment. Although he couldn't see anything, he knew that there was a huge thing hovering above his head, and the shadows cast down enveloped them like a curtain.

dragon!

"Get out of the way!" he yelled.

In the next second, the thunderous sound of piercing through the air brought a scorching gust of wind.

A spear of fire fell from the sky, pouring down like lava, swallowing dozens of mercenaries in an instant.

Franklin rushed into the house on the street and escaped, but he also felt the raging heat wave hitting his back, making the armor on his body extremely hot.

The dying soldiers let out howls that were not human-like, and the strong smell of barbecue filled the air.

"Scorpion Crossbow!" Franklin roared, "Where's the Scorpion Crossbow?"

The dragon is not invincible, he comforted himself in his heart.

Back then, Aegon the Conqueror had a dragon die in Dorne. Now, he can make Caesar's dragon die in Dorne too!

The knight who wanted to be a dragon-slaying hero rushed out of the burning house and ran to the tower.

There are scorpion crossbows.

A fierce battle was breaking out at the gate of the city, and more and more enemies were rushing in. However, because the Golden Regiment deployed heavy troops at the west gate, the other gates were severely understaffed, and they seemed to be at a disadvantage at this time.

What's more, there is also a terrifying dragon hovering above the head, spouting hellish flames from time to time, which is an extremely serious blow to the morale of the golden group.

The dragon must be killed first!

Sir Franklin did not manage the battle at the gate of the city. He rushed up to the tower and groped in the dark for the Scorpion Crossbow according to his memory.

found it!

And there are three soldiers operating the ballista.

But the problem is, the night is deep, they loaded, but can't find the target to shoot.

Franklin grabbed the torch, waved it wildly in the air, and shouted:

"Caesar! Come on! You low bastard! Come and fight me!"

In the next second, angry roars filled the entire city of grace, and hot wind like a furnace swept in.

Franklin saw a pair of eyes in the dark, blood red eyes.

I am watching hell. It was Franklin's last thought.

The scorching flames engulfed him, and the whistling sound of the scorpion crossbow could be heard next to his ears.

But Franklin had no time to see if he had shot the dragon.

His whole body was on fire.