Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The three Huya brothers who had died generously, suddenly fell silent.

No one wants to die.

Especially when he had a chance to survive.

If Samwell declared that he wanted to kill all three brothers, they would definitely be impassioned and die calmly.

But when Samwell said to kill only one of them and let the other two go, the situation suddenly changed.

The three warriors were no longer brave, and they all lowered their heads and did not speak.

"Hey, three warriors, have you decided yet?" Samwell urged.

The three still didn't speak.

Samwell curled his lips in disdain, and said again:

"Well, who was the first to suggest attacking the pioneering team? Let him take the blame."

Still an awkward silence.

"What? The three warriors, don't you even dare to admit the truth?" Samwell threatened, "If you don't tell me, then I'll pick someone at random and kill them."

"It was Cheeman who first proposed it."

Finally, the second child, Qimu, spoke in a low voice.

The corners of Samwell's mouth curled up slightly, and he asked, "Who is Cheeman?"

Without the other party answering, he had already found Cheeman.

Because this person was glaring at his elder brother and asked:

"Chimu! Is that why you want me to die?"

Qimu avoided his younger brother's gaze, na na said:

"It's indeed your first plan..."

"Isn't this plan agreed by the three of us? Why should I bear it alone? It's just death. We die together. What are we afraid of?"

Samwell said leisurely at the side: "Cheman, you are wrong. How can you all die, you must leave some blood for your family. Okay, so, has it been decided to be Cheman? Cheka, You are the big brother, you say something."

Qieman immediately turned his head to look at his eldest brother, but he saw that the other party lowered his head and remained silent.

He smiled miserably and asked:

"Brother, do you want me to die too?"

Cheka remained silent.

"Silence is tacit consent." Samwell drew out his long sword and walked behind Cheeman, "Since your two elder brothers said to kill you, then they will kill you."

Cheeman ignored the long sword approaching behind him, and still stared at his two elder brothers with staring eyes, as if he wanted to see their true colors clearly.

Swish!

The long sword swung down.

But Cheeman didn't wait for the expected pain, instead he felt his wrist loosen.

Turning around to look, only to find that what Samwell cut with his sword just now was actually the rope that bound him!

Under Cheeman's blank gaze, Samwell said with a smile:

"Oh, I've changed my mind. Of the three of you, only one will survive."

After finishing speaking, he threw the long sword in front of the three brothers.

If it was the beginning, Samwell would only humiliate himself by doing so, and the three brothers would never have been provoked to kill each other so easily.

But now, the situation is completely different.

As soon as the long sword fell to the ground, the second child, Qimu, was the first to pounce on it.

Betrayal is the same as cheating, there are only zero times and countless times.

However, after all, his hands and feet were still bound, and he was unable to move. How could he snatch his younger brother Qiman who had been untied.

"Brother, younger brother, listen to me!" Facing the long sword pointing at his heart, Qimu tried to squeeze out the most friendly smile, trying to awaken the brotherhood in his heart, "I just stated the facts just now, what do you really want? It was that damned nobleman who killed you! All of this is his trap, can’t you see it? He forced me, he forced me... ah!"

The long sword passed through the heart, and Qimu finally died in the hands of his younger brother.

Samwell clapped his hands, as if admiring, but also as ironic, he pointed to Cheka, and said:

"There's one more."

Qieman drew out his long sword and walked in front of his elder brother Cheka, his voice was hoarse as if it came from hell:

"Brother, look up at me."

Cheka still lowered his head.

"Look up at me!" Chiman hissed like a wounded beast.

Cheka finally raised his head, but looked at Samwell who was standing beside him.

Samwell stared at him without flinching.

"You are a devil!" Cheka gritted his teeth.

Samwell smiled lightly, and retorted: "The devil is hidden in your heart, I just let it show up. What about the three warriors with tiger teeth, what brotherly love, hehe, it turns out that they are all lies that can be easily exposed. You Always say that we nobles are hypocritical, but turn a blind eye to our own hypocrisy."

"Look at me!" Qieman still roared with reluctance.

Cheka finally turned his head to look at his younger brother, with guilt in his eyes.

"Just now, did you want me to die too?" Qieman stared into his elder brother's eyes and asked.

Cheka did not answer this question, but sincerely persuaded:

"Brother, kill me and run away as far as you can, don't think about avenging us. He is a devil who plays with people's hearts! You will never be able to defeat him!"

Cheeman gritted his teeth and said, "What qualifications do you have to teach me how to do things?"

Cheka sighed, stopped talking, raised his head, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Qieman's expression changed several times rapidly, hesitation, sadness, resentment... But in the end, he aimed at his elder brother's heart and stabbed with his sword.

Chi!

Hot blood spurted out, splashing Cheeman all over.

He staggered back a few steps, then stood still, as if he had become a stone statue.

Samwell's voice sounded again:

"Very good. I kept my promise, and now you are free. Go back and tell your father, I am not a person who likes to kill, and I would rather you surrender than to destroy. So, if he is willing to submit, then come here to see I, I will accept all the savages of the Huya tribe as my subjects. If you don’t want to, hehe, then Huya tribe had better have enough warriors to withstand our swords.”

Cheeman stood there blankly, as if he hadn't heard Samwell's words at all.

"What? Don't dare to go back to the tribe? Don't worry, as long as you are no longer an enemy of me, I will not tell you about killing your brother."

Qieman finally raised his head, at this moment, his face was covered with blood, and he looked extremely ferocious.

Although his appearance hadn't changed, his temperament seemed to be a completely different person.

"My lord, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to win my father's surrender." Cheeman said hoarsely.

"Oh?" Samwell frowned, a little surprised, "Why? Does the Huya tribe really have enough warriors?"

Qiman shook his head: "No, the warriors of the tribe have either died in battle or become your captives, and the rest of them may have been terrified. But even so, my father will not surrender to you, because That's a dead end!"

"Dead end?"

"Yes, the nobles of the Riverbend will definitely kill him."

Samwell had a guess in his mind: "Could it be that your father once hurt a river bend nobleman?"

"Yes. My father went out to plunder when he was young, and once killed a member of the Hightower family."

Samwell suddenly realized.

This is no wonder, with the influence of the Hightower family in the river bend, Samwell may not be able to keep the patriarch of the Huya tribe.

"Why did you tell me this?" Samwell looked at the savage in front of him with great interest.

"Because I want to tell you that my father will not surrender to you, but I will!"

After finishing speaking, Cheeman suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, crawled on the ground to Samwell's feet, pressed his forehead tightly against his feet, and said loudly:

"Noble and great knight, Cheman hereby swears allegiance to you! I would like to be the sharp sword in your hand and remove all obstacles in your way! Please witness for me, if you violate this oath, let me Die with blood!"

Samwell looked down at the back of the savage's head in front of him, his eyes were playful, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"I accept your allegiance."