Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Carillon clings to a broken sampan, rising and falling with the waves.

This attempt to land on the island was ultimately a failure.

His ship was smashed to pieces on the rocks, and the sailor with him also failed. Callillon had just seen the body of the other party floating on the sea surface, but now it was swallowed by the waves and disappeared.

The seawater that he accidentally swallowed rolled in his intestines, and Carillon only felt that the temperature of his body was disappearing little by little, and the violent waves threw him up and down, playing with him wantonly.

Callillon just hugged the small sampan and prayed that the waves would not smash him on the reef, and he would die in that case.

Blood Reef Island is actually not far away from him, but this distance seems like a world away to Carillon.

If the weather is calm, he can easily swim this distance, but in such a storm, it is impossible to swim across.

Human beings are so small and helpless in the wrath of nature, no, it should be the wrath of the storm god.

Callillon could only pray.

I don't know if his prayers worked, but the waves actually sent Carillon to Blood Reef Island.

And miraculously did not hit the rocks along the way.

When Callillon was finally washed up on the shallows by the waves, he wept with joy, prostrated himself on the ground, and praised the protection of the gods.

After calming down, Caliron began to walk cautiously towards the island.

At this time, it was approaching midnight, and the sky was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Only lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, bringing brief and intermittent lights.

In the wild sea breeze, the sound of conversation can be faintly heard.

Carillon followed the direction of the sound, and soon saw a cave.

But just as he was about to approach, the sound of leather wings flapping the air suddenly came from above his head.

Callillon raised his head suddenly, just when a flash of lightning flashed, he clearly saw the white dragon, and the white dragon saw him too!

Seeing the white dragon swooping down towards him, Carillon was frightened and fled.

There was a neighing sound behind him, and even from such a distance, he could still feel the scorching heat.

Carillon didn't dare to look back, and ran forward with all his strength.

But the wind behind him grew louder, and the heat became clearer and clearer.

Callillon only felt a burning pain in his back, and the next moment, he found himself flying into the air.

The sailors on Qingting Island who were caught by the white dragon's claws yelled wildly, but their voices were instantly drowned in the oncoming wind.

boom!

Callillon was thrown heavily and hit the boulder outside the cave, feeling that all the bones in his body were falling apart.

"Are you Earl Paxter's subordinate?" Samwell jumped off the white dragon's back and asked the man.

"Yes." Callillon took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down his violent heartbeat.

Turning around, I saw a young man with black hair and black eyes standing beside the white dragon. He was wearing a simple bronze armor with a huge sword on his back, and a ruby-studded Valerie The substeel ring crown—

That is the crown of Aegon the Conqueror Targaryen!

Callillon immediately realized that this person was the famous Caesar, but he did not expect that the other party actually put the crown on his head.

Caesar became king?

Samwell ignored Carillon, turned around and walked towards the cave.

He had long guessed that the Qingting Island fleet was likely to be nearby.

After Stannis Baratheon buried the Royal Fleet in Blackwater Bay, the Arbor Island Fleet has become the most powerful sea force in the Seven Kingdoms. on a par.

That's why Samwell chose Blood Reef Island as the meeting place, so that even if the Arbor Island fleet surrounded the island, large-scale landings would not be possible due to the dense reefs nearby.

And this sudden storm helped him even more, the Qingting Island fleet couldn't even get close.

In fact, Samwell himself is not afraid of the Qingting Island fleet besieging the island. After all, he has a white dragon, and he can leave whenever he wants.

But not everyone else on the island.

So now that the storm is coming, he plans to send the nobles of the Stormlands on Blood Reef Island, as well as the captives of the nobles from Dorne and the River Bend, to the nearest Stormlands territory through the white dragon——

Weeping Tower.

Cleopatra is now about the size of a full-grown elephant and can carry up to five people across the strait at a time.

So he had to make a few extra trips.

Carrying four Stormland nobles again, Samwell jumped onto the dragon's back, patted the white dragon's neck, and said:

"Thank you, Cleopatra, let's go."

I don't know if he understood his master's words, Bailong snorted, flapped his wings, and soared into the sky.

When the white dragon disappeared into the night sky, Karillon finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to move his body, he heard a cold snort from behind:

"do not move!"

Callillon turned his head and saw a storm knight looking at him coldly, so he could only show a flattering smile:

"Sir, can I go in the cave and get out of the rain?"

The knight hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped forward, picked up Carillon's collar, and dragged him roughly into the cave.

A bonfire was raised in the cave, and the spreading heat made Karillon's stiff body slightly recover.

With the light of the fire, he carefully looked at the situation in the cave.

The most conspicuous ones were the two corpses on the high platform. The head of the thin one had been smashed to pieces, while the head of the tall one had been chopped into two pieces, with burnt marks faintly visible on the fracture.

More than 20 nobles from the Storm Land gathered around the bonfire, talking softly.

The Dorne nobles and the Riverbend nobles were crowded on the outside, they were all disarmed, their hands and feet were bound——

The only exception is Prince Doran.

It was probably because the Prince of Dorne couldn't even stand up, so he wasn't a threat at all, so the people in the storm didn't bother to tie him up.

Sensing Carillon's gaze, Prince Doran looked over and said:

"Earl Paxter sent you?"

Callillon was about to answer, but he saw a storm knight standing between them and scolded:

"No talking!"

Prince Doran had no choice but to shut up.

Carillon also shrank his body, not daring to say more.

After about two hours, Bailong left and returned.

It was the same this time, and four more Stormland nobles climbed onto the dragon's back and left with Samwell.

The storm continued to rage, and as time went by, there were fewer and fewer Stormland nobles in the cave.

Callillon fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day.

The storm outside the cave gradually subsided, and the sun fell on the Dorne Sea again.

At this time, there were only the last three Stormland nobles in the cave, and the Dorne and Riverbend nobles were still there.

Callillon lifted his spirits and immediately realized the turning point.

With the current weather conditions, the Qingting Island fleet can already release small boats and organize manpower to land.

Although it is impossible to transport a large number of soldiers to the island at once, the island has no defense force. A few stormy nobles alone cannot stop the Qingting Island fleet from landing.

At this moment, the sound of leather wings stirring the air sounded again, and Callillon immediately knew that Caesar had returned.

Sure enough, Samwell strode into the cave and said:

"The storm is about to stop, and the remaining people probably won't be able to get away in time."

Lord Selwyn Tarth said:

"It's okay. Even if Paxter really sends troops to attack, we, the last batch of Stormlanders, can leave. As for the people from the River Bend and the Dornish people, since we can't take them away, we will kill them all!"

Countess Marie Metellin immediately objected:

"Then the Dorne people will hate us to death. Don't forget that we still have an army of 20,000 people trapped in Dorne. If we kill these Dorne nobles, what will happen to our army?"

Earl Selwyn curled his lips: "Even if they don't kill them, the Dornish people won't be grateful, and they won't let our army go because of it. Instead, they will send a favor to the people of the River Bend."

Samwell said at this time:

"The Stormlands army was imprisoned in Sunspear, so as long as they bring Doran Martell to exchange for prisoners, it doesn't matter if the rest of the Dorne nobles are killed."

As soon as this remark came out, those Dorne nobles immediately exploded.

"Lord Caesar, oh no, Your Majesty Caesar, please believe that we have no ill intentions towards you!"

"Yes, we have no knowledge of this assassination plan, it's all done by the Martell family!"

"Your Majesty, as long as you let us go back, we will find ways to help you redeem the Stormland army!"

...

At this time, Prince Doran couldn't help but reminded:

"This is Caesar's provocation, don't be fooled!"

"Tell him to shut up." Samwell winked at Earl Selwyn.

Earl Selwyn immediately stepped forward, tore off Prince Doran's clothes, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Samwell glanced across the faces of a group of nobles with many graces, and grinned:

"I know you are innocent, but unfortunately, Paxter is now forcing me to kill you. If you want to survive, you must save yourself."

"I am willing to be your envoy!" Earl Anders Yronwood shouted, "Please let me negotiate with Earl Paxter, I have a way to make him dare not attack!"

"Very good." Samwell showed appreciative eyes, "Sure enough, the Yronwood family is responsible, as expected of the 'Blood Nobility', the High King of Dorne back then."

High King of Dorne is a title that existed in Dorne long ago.

At that time, the Yronwood family was very prosperous and ruled a large core area in central and northeastern Dorne, until the Rhoynar came to Dorne under the leadership of the warrior queen Nymeria, and the Martell family of Sunspear City The Martell family, whose strength was greatly increased through the marriage, finally suppressed the Yronwood family and became the new ruler of Dorne.

So at this time Earl Anders heard this ancient name, and seeing Samwell's eyes full of meaning, he immediately said comprehendingly:

"Your Majesty Caesar, I will definitely live up to your trust, and please believe that the Yronwood family has no ill will toward the Caesar family."

"I believe in the sincerity of the Yronwood family." After Samwell finished speaking, he drew out his giant sword [Dawn] and stepped forward to break the rope that bound Earl Anders.

Earl Anders got up and saluted, and then followed the sailor Carillon of Arbor Island and left the cave.

Samwell stared at the giant sword in his hand in a daze.

The divine sword inherited from the Dane family has returned to its original appearance at this time. There are no red and gold lines on the sword, and there is no burning fire, only the original milky white, smooth as glass.

Samwell stretched out his hand to stroke the sword, and whispered to himself:

"What? R'hllor, are you angry?"

The sword body was as cold as water, no longer as hot as before.

His resurrection from the dead yesterday was obviously helped by R'hllor, the Lord of Light, but Samwell knew that the other party had bad intentions.

If it weren't for Melisandre's warning and reminder, he might have become a puppet of the Lord of Light just like Dickon and Azor Ahai back then.

Now he also understands the reason why R'hllor insisted on controlling his younger brother Dickon to assassinate when he had already impregnated the red witch with a shadow when he attacked Storm's End.

That shadow was actually prepared for the moment of coronation.

R'hllor may have foreseen this scene at that time, but he did not make any reminders. Perhaps he was hoping that Samwell would die once, and then be resurrected and become a puppet.

This time, he was able to get rid of the control of the Lord of Light, thanks to R'hllor's mortal enemy——

cold god.

This also confirmed Dr. Marwin's theory that to get rid of the control of the gods, the only way is to use the power of another god.

Samwell said again:

"If you don't always want to control Dickon, control me, maybe we can work together."

A red-gold light appeared on the sword, as if responding.

But at this moment, the bronze armor on Samwell's body also glowed pale and cold.

The next moment, the two rays of light annihilated at the same time.

As if nothing happened.

The corner of Samwell's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile:

"It's getting more and more interesting."