Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Kill!"

The shouting sounded again.

Facing the last line of defense at Eagle's Mouth, the Dornishmen attacked again.

But this time, the difficulty is not comparable to the previous three times.

The smooth outer wall has nowhere to stay, and you must use siege equipment such as hooks and bamboo ladders to climb.

Moreover, the resistance of the people in Hewan was obviously more tenacious than before. Countless sharp spears were thrown down and fell on the siege team like a torrential rain, splashing bright red blood.

On the top of the city, the river bend warriors brandished their swords, cut off the bamboo ladders and ropes, and at the same time smashed down stones and rolling logs to prevent the Dornishmen from climbing.

But until this time, the people of the Riverbend did not forget to smash those wooden barrels full of wine into the Dornish team.

It seems that this is also an essential link.

The amber wine quickly soaked the surface of the city wall and the ground, mixed with the dark red blood, forming a terrifying and dazzling color.

Urik watched all this indifferently, and his heart was calm.

A battle of this intensity really met his expectations. The behavior of the people in Hewan was so abnormal before, which made him suspicious, but now, seeing that the casualties of the Dornish soldiers under him began to increase sharply, he felt relieved.

This level of casualties is nothing at all. What is needed most in siege warfare is patience and a ruthless heart that is not afraid of casualties.

The only thing that made him doubtful now was the wooden barrels that kept falling from the top of the city.

He really couldn't understand why the enemy did this.

However, since the start of the war, the enemy's strange operations were not limited to this one. Urik even felt that Sir Caesar deliberately came up with some new tricks, so that he would be suspicious and dare not go all out.

If this is the case, it can only be said that the other party made a wrong calculation.

Urik's determination in this battle is extremely firm, not only to win, but also to win a big victory!

Only in this way can he win the favor of Prince Doran, and everyone can believe that he is qualified to inherit Starfall City.

Seeing that the first wave of offensive slowed down, Urik dispatched another batch of fresh troops, not giving the defenders any chance to breathe.

The shouts of killing became fierce again, and the Dornishmen successfully climbed to the top of the city several times, but they were all stubbornly driven down by the defenders.

More and more corpses were piled up around the bottom of the city wall, and the soil below the city became soft and muddy, exuding the smell of blood and strong wine.

The sun is gradually sinking to the west, and the brilliant rays render Yingzui Island at this moment like an oil painting.

Urik listened to his subordinates report the casualties with a blank face, and already knew that the castle might not be captured today.

Sure enough, the soldier under Sir Caesar still had some tricks.

But that's all.

Several times just now, the Dornishmen were about to rush into the city.

He believed that if there were a few more rounds of attacks tomorrow, the defenders of this castle would inevitably collapse.

Urik looked at the setting sun that was about to sink to the sea level, and gave the order to withdraw the troops.

But at the moment when the horn sounded, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the top of the city.

He carried a gigantic torch—

No, not the torch.

It was a two-handed warhammer, with a raging flame burning on the huge hammer head.

Urik immediately recognized that the man was the lord of Yingzui Island——Samwell Caesar!

The next moment, there appeared a scene that he, and all the Dornish people present, would never forget.

The river bend knight raised his warhammer, drew a brilliant line of fire in the air, and smashed it heavily on a Dorne warrior who rushed to the top of the wall.

Boom!

Amid the bombardment that resounded across the battlefield, that Dornish soldier exploded like a broken watermelon.

Blood, broken bones, residual limbs... were also instantly ignited, blooming like fireworks, adding brilliant colors to this extremely terrifying scene.

The entire battlefield seemed to be paused.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the tall figure standing proudly on the top of the city with a flaming hammer in hand.

Until the flying sparks fell to the ground, on the outer wall, on the wine-soaked leather armor of the Dornishmen—

boom!

Blossoming flames rose instantly, like flowers blooming.

Before the Dornishmen could react, countless burning torches fell from the top of the city, instantly adding countless blooming flowers of flame to the battlefield.

"what happened?"

Urik hadn't even recovered from the shock of the terrible knight smashing people to pieces with a hammer, and seeing the rapidly spreading flames at this moment, he was even more at a loss.

However, the knights around him were equally confused, not knowing how to answer their commander's question at all.

"Quick! Bring them back quickly! Withdraw the troops! Order to withdraw the troops!" Urik grabbed the herald beside him and shouted in his ear.

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

However, it was too late to withdraw troops at this time.

The fire spread faster than anyone expected.

In the blink of an eye, the outer wall of the castle was completely covered by the fire, and the Dornish warriors climbing on it also turned into little firemen, screaming and rolling down.

The ground below the city has also become a sea of ​​flames, as long as the ground soaked in wine touches a spark, raging fire will ignite, mercilessly devouring the Dorne warriors standing on it.

An extremely tragic roar resounded across the battlefield, but unfortunately, no matter how much the Dornishmen rolled and swat, they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies, and even if they took off their burning leather armor, they could not escape from the sea of ​​flames.

Moreover, this sea of ​​flames is still spreading outward at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, the Dornish soldiers in the rear were frightened out of their wits, and ran away like crazy without waiting for the commander's order.

But how can people run too far.

In the previous battle, almost all the land within the three lines of defense was soaked with this special wine, and raging fires were ignited one after another soon.

There were endless screams of despair, and the original rich aroma of wine was replaced by the smell of barbecue.

"My lord, run!"

Urik was stupefied looking at the purgatory scene in front of him, and even the servants roaring in his ear could not wake him up.

In the end, two personal guards picked him up and ran out.

On the castle, Samwell held a burning sledgehammer and looked at everything in front of him expressionlessly.

Behind him, there are countless soldiers who have fallen into madness. They roared excitedly, roared, and celebrated... All the voices finally converged into a name——

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

...

Natalie couldn't help waving her petite fists, and cheered with everyone:

"Mother, mother! We won! We won! Lord Caesar is too powerful!"

Nora stared fixedly at Samwell's back, as if she had become a sculpture.

The sea of ​​flames outside the city and the fire hammer in the knight's hand complement each other, the rising smoke coils and gathers in front of him, the sound of the waves beating, and the afterglow of the setting sun are reflected, all of which are solidified into a meaningful picture.

"The stars cry blood, the long night is coming..."

Nora opened her mouth slowly, recalling the ancient prophecy from Asshai,

"Azor Ahai shall be reborn in the land of smoke and salt...

He will awaken the dragon in the stone, with a flaming sword in his hand...

Lead the world to defeat the demons in the dark, usher in the never-ending long summer..."