Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

The sea surface of Blackwater Bay is filled with the sound of trumpets and thousands of wooden oars hitting the water.

Stannis Baratheon stood on the deck of the flagship Fury, looking at the faintly visible castle in the distance with deep eyes.

The city of King's Landing grew bigger and bigger in his field of vision, and he could clearly see the Red Keep standing on Aegon's High Hill, overlooking the main road at the mouth of the Blackwater River.

The cliffs below the castle are rocky and steep, dotted with moss and thorns. The fleet must pass under the Red Castle before they can enter the port and attack the city.

"Your Majesty, what do you think is that?" Earl Alister Florent asked suddenly.

Stannis came back to his senses, and looked in the direction his King's Hand was pointing, and saw something gleaming at the bottom of the Blackwater River estuary ahead.

"It's the chain," Stannis said, and then he followed the giant chain to both sides.

Then a newly built stone tower was found on both sides of the bank.

"What is Lannister planning to do?" Earl Alister wondered, "Could it be that they are going to raise iron chains to prevent us from entering the river?"

But soon, he realized that the other party did not intend to do so.

Because following the high tide, the first column of the fleet had entered the mouth of the Blackwater River, but the iron cable had not been raised.

"Perhaps it is preparing to divide our fleet into two parts." Earl Alister guessed again.

Stannis snorted. "A fool's trick. Send someone to both sides of the river and pull out the base of the tower."

"yes."

However, Stannis did not order the fleet to stop.

In his opinion, even if the iron chain divides the fleet into two parts, it will not affect the overall situation. After all, at sea, his advantage is too great.

As the former Sea Lord, the Royal Fleet has always been in the hands of Stannis.

Now his fleet is ten times larger than his opponent's, and its displacement and combat effectiveness far exceed those of the little toys of the Lannister family.

He didn't feel that the enemy could pose a threat to him at sea. The real challenge would not be encountered until he occupied King's Landing Port and then went ashore to attack the city.

In this regard, Stannis is also confident.

Because he knew that the current King's Landing City was extremely empty.

The Lannister family wanted to guard against the coalition forces from the three northern regions, and also wanted to intervene in the invasion of the Stormlands from the Reach, so there must not be many defenders in the city.

And Stannis also knows one of King's Landing's Achilles' heels - lack of food.

Once this deformed city is separated from the food supply of the riverlands and the riverlands, it will not last long at all.

And Storm's End is the real hard bone. Since the people of Hewan want to chew on it, let them chew on it.

May they knock their teeth out in Storm's End!

In contrast, King's Landing is the fat that is easier to eat.

Stannis believed that he would soon enter the Red Keep and sit in the steel chair.

It was according to the law, the chair that should have belonged to him!

Seeing that the enemy fleet was retreating against the current, Stannis sneered in his heart. Is this trying to lure the enemy into deep?

He took a deep breath and said:

"Command, attack!"

The horn sounded on the Blackwater River, the war drums beat violently, the oars rose and fell, and the warships began to enter the battle speed.

Chase the enemy fleet trying to escape.

The trebuchets at the head of the Red Castle also began to fight back, and cans of burning asphalt barrels were thrown down, hitting the ships near the north shore.

The sailors screamed and screamed, but they didn't panic too much. Under the command of the captain, they quickly put out the fire.

The Wrath adjusted its position and tried to return fire with the trebuchet at the stern. It's a pity that the shooting range is not enough, and the stones thrown can only hit the city wall.

Stannis was expressionless, and he didn't stop grinding his teeth until he saw that the Spirit had landed on the north shore, and the knights and soldiers on board swarmed down and began to line up on the shallows.

Then the Prayer also crashed crookedly towards the river bank, and the archers on it jumped down one after another.

On the river, the Black Bess crashed into the enemy's flagship, the Valiant Joffrey. Amidst the huge roar, the ram on the bow of the ship split it in half.

But Stannis noticed that what fell from the shattered enemy ship was not soldiers and sailors struggling to survive, but an extremely thick green juice, like rotten fruit, flowing into the river.

"What is that?" Earl Alister asked puzzled.

Staring at the horrible green juice, Stannis suddenly felt cold all over, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words between his teeth:

"Wildfire!"

And at this moment, he saw that the Swordfish beside him was rushing forward, its bow had been ignited by an asphalt cupping can, but this fire did not affect its speed, on the contrary, it made it even more excited. Ahead, a Lannister family ship, the Sweet Cersei, was slowly fleeing downstream, but at its current speed, it was obvious that it could not escape the pursuit of the Swordfish behind it.

"No!" Stannis yelled.

But the swordfish's captain certainly hadn't heard his king's orders, and was excitedly tearing Sweet Cersei apart with the ram on the bow.

Green sap dripped like rotting fruit from shattered enemy ships, set on fire by barrels of burning pitch—

boom!

Amidst the sharp explosion, Stannis was knocked away by a huge force.

The world is spinning, top-heavy, and there seem to be countless voices screaming in my ears, but the world has become extraordinarily quiet.

When he recovered his consciousness again, he realized that he had fallen into the water.

The Swordfish had completely disappeared, and a green fire devil several tens of feet high rose up from the river. It stretched out countless arms, embracing its own fleet.

The Piety, the Brave, the Majesty, the Red Raven...all were in flames, swallowed by green fire.

Stannis's heart was cold. He hugged a piece of driftwood tightly, and when he turned his head suddenly, he saw that the iron chain at the mouth of the Blackwater River had been raised, blocking the ships trying to escape.

The green fire spread over, turning the entire Blackwater River into a fiery purgatory.

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"I'm afraid there is something wrong with the Hewan people's rear."

At the top of the Bronze Gate City, Earl Ralph looked at the retreating river bend soldiers and made his own judgment.

"Could it be that King's Landing has already been captured by His Majesty Stannis?" Sir Bruce's eyes showed excitement. "If that's the case, then the people of the Riverbend are probably preparing for peace talks."

"It's possible." Earl Ralph nodded slowly, with a smile on his face.

Although he didn't like Stannis, after all, his surname was also Baratheon, and the Buckler family also avoided the risk of being scolded as chameleons.

Earl Ralph saw that the enemy was not planning to continue attacking the city, so he turned around and walked down the tower. At the same time, he confessed, "Send an envoy out of the city to ask..."

But just halfway through the conversation, he was interrupted by an exclamation:

"dragon!"

Earl Ralph stopped and looked back, and sure enough, he saw a white dragon flying out of the Hewan army formation, heading straight for Tongmen City.

But he didn't panic, it was just a young dragon, could it still burn down the city wall?

Do you really think you are the "Black Death" Balerion?

Earl Ralph said to the herald beside him:

"Let the crossbowmen prepare, as well as our ballista. If the dragon dares to approach, maybe the Bukele family can produce a dragon-slaying warrior."

"yes."

As soon as the herald left, he saw that the white dragon had already flew near the city wall, but to everyone's surprise, it did not fly high, but suddenly accelerated and swooped towards the base of the wall.

That was the shooting blind spot of the ballista placed on the city wall. Although the crossbowmen shot a shower of arrows, due to the distance, the arrows had exhausted their strength and did not cause any damage to the dragon.

Under the astonished eyes of the defenders, the dragon has already passed by like a white light and shadow, and at the same time, it spits out orange-red flames from its mouth.

And Long Yan's targets were those strange carts abandoned under the corner.

The hot dragon flame ignited the cart, and the iron covering it gradually melted under the high temperature...

"What are you doing?" Earl Ralph was a little confused, "Are you really planning to use dragon flames to burn down the city walls? The people of the River Bend are crazy..."

boom!

The world was suddenly filled with a loud noise.

For a moment, the entire city tower was rumbling and trembling, and the war horses under everyone's crotches neighed one after another.

Count Ralph, who was going downstairs, missed his foot and rolled down the steps.

The guards were frightened by the movement, but no one came to help them.

Earl Ralph got up from the ground with blood on his face, and was about to curse loudly, but everyone looked in one direction dumbfounded.

He followed the eyes of everyone, and then opened his mouth wide, becoming a sculpture.

Because, at this moment, a huge puff of smoke and dust rose from the north wall of Tongmen City. The huge gap!

The cool autumn wind blows away the smoke and dust, and the hearing gradually recovers, but the mind of the man in the storm has not yet returned.

They are completely unable to understand how all this is going on.

Is Dragon Flame so powerful?

Among the collapsed ruins, hundreds of defenders were crying in pain.

But at this time, no one paid attention to them.

Whether it was the people from Stormland or Hewan, they all stared blankly at the collapsed city wall, and suddenly felt that the world had become incomprehensible.

Bailong seemed to be startled by the power of his own flames, and seemed to want to dive down and take another breath, but fortunately, he was held back by the rational Samwell.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a thousand years, the cry of fear sounded in Tongmen City. Chaos and panic spread like wildfire, causing the city to roar like a battalion. Countless people were running and screaming, terrified by the terrifying power of the giant dragon.

"The city is broken." Earl Randall's eyes were complicated, and his tone was mixed with joy and shock, and the latter was probably more.

The famous river bender knew that this was not due to the dragon, but the gunpowder.

The "new gadgets" created by those bachelors are more powerful than he imagined.

This made him feel inexplicably confused.

But no matter what, Earl Landau knew very well that from today onwards, the rules of siege on the continent of Westeros were about to be rewritten.

The noble knights of the River Bend next to them continued to comfort the frightened horses in their crotches, and at the same time were deeply shocked by this terrifying scene.

Is this the power of the dragon?

They were suddenly extremely fortunate that they were on the side of the dragon.

The members of the Deer Party family secretly exchanged terrified looks, as if they were thankful that everyone maintained restraint at the hunting meeting back then, and there was no bloody conflict.

Otherwise, I am afraid the consequences will be disastrous.

Earl Randall took a deep breath, suppressed all kinds of emotions, and said:

"Command, attack!"

The horn was sounded again, this time, the order to attack was conveyed.

Only then did the Hewan soldiers come to their senses, put all kinds of complicated thoughts behind them, shouted excitedly, and rushed towards the gap in the city wall.

"The city is broken! The city is broken!"

Shouts sounded all over the mountains and fields, as if the entire field was cheering.

The soldiers of Hewan looked at the white dragon hovering above the ruins of the city wall of Tongmen City, and their hearts were filled with reverence and fear.

At this moment, Caesar riding a white dragon is a symbol of invincibility in their eyes!

Sword and shield soldiers, spearmen, longaxemen, archers...all swarmed towards the collapsed north city wall like ants, towards the shadow cast by the giant dragon, with piety and fanaticism like a pilgrimage .

"Ralph Buckler is at the head of the city! Catch him! Catch him!" Sir Arman Peake rushed to the forefront, as if he couldn't wait to give his future father-in-law a warm hug.

"Quick! Quick! Follow up!" The knights waved their long swords excitedly, urging their soldiers.

Samwell circled the ruins of the city wall on his white dragon.

When he looked down from the back of the dragon, he saw the banners of the Hewan Army in all directions, and countless elite soldiers rushed towards Tongmen City like a torrent of steel in an unstoppable posture.

Even the auxiliary soldiers and civilian men in the rear rushed out of the camp in a frenzy, and merged into this torrent as if possessed by a demon.

And the soldiers defending the storm were so frightened by this momentum that they couldn't raise any desire to resist.

Seeing that the defenders at the top of the city had collapsed, Samwell finally stopped controlling the white dragon and let it swoop down excitedly, roaring full of sulfur.

call--

Dragon flames swept across the city, devouring several Stormland soldiers who had no time to escape.

Samwell jumped off the dragon's back, stood upright on the top of the city wall, and slowly pulled out the giant sword [Dawn] behind him.

The burning giant sword exudes fiery light, like a dazzling lighthouse, guiding the soldiers of the River Bend forward.

"Attack!" Samwell raised his sword forward and roared.

At this moment, he seemed to be the master of this war.

Countless excited thoughts and different emotions were shouted out and gathered into one voice——

"attack!"

"attack!"

"attack!"

The Stormlanders were broken, and they fled and ran in all directions, fleeing from that terrible monster in the sky, the invincible dragon.

Cleopatra fluttered her smoky wings, flying and circling above Samwell's head, and the sunlight cast its shadow down, as if covering the entire Bronze Gate City.

The dusty air was filled with swords, blood, death, and fire.

The city is broken.

Radish was on a business trip yesterday, and it was almost 11 o'clock when I got back to the hotel at night. I stayed up until 1:30 and finished a chapter. I have to get up early for a meeting tomorrow, so I will just change it. I hope you will forgive me.