Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 176 See Through

  The cavalry swept past, leaving behind a lot of Dornish corpses.

   After rushing out of the camp, Samwell asked Lucas to lead the army to turn around, and rushed to kill the remaining Dornishmen again.

  Heng Jian himself immediately watched the battle from the sidelines.

  With his current strength, the giant sword [Dawn] can only be swung twice before exhaustion. When he charged just now, he had already used it once, and kept the remaining one just in case.

   In fact, the current battlefield does not need him anymore.

  In the wave of charge just now, most of the Dornishmen were directly killed, and the rest were also terrified.

  They couldn't understand why the enemy could descend suddenly like a ghost. Coupled with Samwell's flaming sword aura, the Dornish people thought it was divine punishment, and their morale was greatly reduced.

   At this time, Lucas led the army to fight back, basically cleaning the battlefield and taking prisoners. A little sporadic resistance could not change the overall situation at all.

  It is inevitable that some fish that slipped through the net took advantage of the chaos and escaped. Lucas sent some cavalry to chase them, but in this vast desert, it was difficult to kill them all.

   Just an hour later, the raid came to an end.

  Samwell also put away [Dawn] and stopped posing.

   "Brother, brother! We won!" Dickon shouted excitedly, rushing forward, "We won! Two hundred against four hundred! We have won a complete victory! The Seven Gods! It is a miracle!"

  Samwell smiled reservedly, but he wasn't too excited. After all, he had led seven hundred cavalry to defeat tens of thousands of troops in Starfall City back then. Compared with that, the one in front of him can only be regarded as a small fight.

  The younger brother danced excitedly:

  "It must be the blessing of the gods! Brother, your fire sword must have been blessed by the gods! They have given you infinite power to defeat the Dornishmen like piercing a pumpkin! Long live brother! Long live brother!

oh! I really want to be a knight!

  I really want to become a knight now!

  Ah, dear brother, when I become an adult, come and canonize me! "

  Samwell managed to appease his overly excited younger brother. This guy actually wanted to make him a knight by himself, which made Earl Randall's old face where to put it.

  But this battle was indeed fought beautifully. Although there was a certain element of luck in it, Samwell felt that his command was also a big part of the credit.

   When Lucas came over to ask the captive what to do, Samwell said lightly:

   "First ask about the situation in Sandstone City. How many troops does the Kogel family have? And where is their logistics transportation route? Ask a few more people, compare them, and confirm the authenticity of the information."

"good."

   "Oh, by the way, who is the commander of this cavalry team?"

   "It is the lord of Sandstone City, the eldest son of Earl Quentin Kogel, Sir Gulian Kogel."

   "Bring him to me."

   "Sorry my lord, Sir Gurion has been taken away by the Stranger."

   "Dead?" Samwell frowned slightly.

It's not that he's afraid that the heir of Sandstone City will be in trouble if he dies in his hands. After all, he was killed on the battlefield in a fair manner. The Kogel family will not record this as a death feud. It's just a pity that he lost a ransom That's all.

  Seeing this, Lucas thought Samwell was angry, so he explained:

   "My lord, the battlefield was too chaotic at that time, and we didn't pay attention to Sir Gulian. Someone saw that Shalia stabbed him to death with a sword."

   "The river bend female mercenary?"

   "Yes, she fought with great prowess. Three enemies were killed in this battle."

   "Really." Samwell's eyes flickered, "It seems that she is very good at riding."

   "It's really good." Lucas nodded and admitted, and then frowned, as if realizing something.

   "Okay, go and ask for information." Samwell did not continue to ask, but instead gave an order, and then said in an understatement, "After the question, all the prisoners will be killed."

   "Yes." Lucas nodded without surprise.

   Soon, the information came out.

  According to the captured Dorne knights, Earl Quentyn, the lord of Sandstone City, took his second son, Sir Aaron, and three thousand soldiers to Tianzhi City to support him, leaving his eldest son, Sir Gurion, to guard the house.

  At this time, there were only 500 infantry soldiers left in the city, and the lord urgently recruited 500 new soldiers before leaving.

  As for the logistics route, I didn't ask about it, because the captured knights didn't know anything about it. I only knew that there was a transport team leaving from Sandstone City every ten days to Tianji City.

   After cross-comparing and confirming the authenticity of the information, Lucas led his men to kill all the prisoners.

  Blood quickly stained the dunes red.

  Samwell worried that the smell of blood would attract more pursuers, so he didn't stay here too long, and ordered to leave after cleaning the battlefield.

  The cavalry team traveled all the way south, and it wasn't until midnight that Samwell gave another order to stop and rest.

  The exhausted cavalrymen got off their horses one after another, and fell asleep like this with **** smell all over their bodies.

   Lucas took three cavalry vigil.

  The sand sea in the middle of the night has a peculiar beauty. The undulating sand dunes are like the waves of the sea in the dark, stretching endlessly until the end of the world.

  A round of silver moon like a scimitar slowly sinks to the west, announcing that dawn is approaching.

  The sound startled the half-asleep Lucas, and he looked up to find that it was the river bend female mercenary.

   "I'll make it easier, my lord." Seeing Lucas turn his gaze, Shalia explained softly.

  Lucas nodded silently, watching the figure of the female mercenary disappear on the other side of the dune.

  shh—

  The sound of water flowing in the darkness.

  Shalia squatted on the ground and took out something from her cloth bag.

   A strange rustling sound came from her hands.

"What are you doing?"

  A voice suddenly sounded from behind, scaring Shalia so much that her heart missed half a beat.

  She turned her head suddenly, and saw two figures standing on the top of the dune, looking at herself.

  By the faint starlight, she recognized Samwell Caesar and Lucas Dayne.

   "Lord Caesar! Why are you so rude!" Shalia quickly lifted up her pants and said with a trace of shame and anger.

   "It was you who was rude." Samwell said coldly, "We kindly took you in, but you did some tricks behind our backs."

"I do not understand what you mean."

  Samwell sneered: "What are you holding in your hand?"

  Shalia raised her hand frankly and said, "A scorpion emerged from the sand just now, and I caught it."

   "It's amazing." Samwell gave a thumbs up, "A man from the River Bend is better at playing with scorpions than the Dornish people."

   "I'm a mercenary, and I often come to Dorne to perform missions, so I have some knowledge and precautions about the poison in these sands." Saying that, Shalia threw the scorpion on the ground, and then drew out her long sword to stab it to death.

  The scorpion made a squeaking sound, and black juice flowed out, moistening a small piece of sand.

  Lucas saw this, and said:

   "I heard that the Kogel family is best at raising scorpions."

   "Of course." Shalia said naturally, "There are three black scorpions on their coat of arms."

Lucas continued: "I also heard that people from the Kogel family specially keep a kind of purple-tailed scorpion. The body fluid of this scorpion cannot be smelled by humans, but it is a good smell for well-trained hunting dogs. A strong stimulus that allows them to follow the taste to the target."

   "Really? There is such a magical scorpion." Shalia smiled reluctantly.

   And she noticed that a dozen soldiers had already surrounded her, blocking all the directions in which she escaped.

   "Miss Shalia, you used this kind of scorpion to attract the Dornish cavalry, right?"

   "You really misunderstood me." Shalia was still holding on, "If it was really me, how could the previous raid be successful? How could the Dornish people never notice our approach?"

"That's the protection of the gods." Samwell said with emotion, "After the sandstorm, we have been tracking the Dornishmen against the wind. Your scorpion **** all the way, and the smell was blown behind us by the wind, Dornishmen Of course the dog will not find anything."

   "My lord, you really wronged me. I am from Hewan!" Shalia spoke earnestly.

   "You have the face of a Riverbend man. But there is indeed Dornish blood in your bones. Don't quibble anymore, those Dornish captives have already confessed your true identity."

   "Impossible!" Shalia retorted reflexively.

   But as soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she had been fooled.

The corners of Samwell's mouth turned up, and he said triumphantly: "Why are you so sure that it's impossible? Are you the only one who knows your true identity, the eldest son of Sandstone City has been killed by you yourself? Tsk tsk, you are so ruthless, even Everyone on his own will kill him if he wants to, and he is also the heir of the distinguished Kogel family.

   This also makes me suspect that your real identity may not be simple. "

  Shalia bit her lip and stopped talking.

"Don't tell me? Then let me guess." Samwell said to himself, "You have a face from the River Bend, and you said that your mother is a daughter of Old Town, which reminds me of killed a person, or more accurately, a 'sand snake'."

  Shalia's eyes trembled.

  Samwell continued: "You said your father was a mercenary, but I think he should be a Prince of Dorne, right? But you didn't lie, after all, the 'Red Viper' was indeed a mercenary.

  So, the multiple-choice questions he put in front of you back then should not be swords and tears, but spears and tears. You choose the long gun.

right? Miss Obara Sand. "

   Seeing that her identity had been exposed, the eldest daughter of Prince Oberyn finally stopped pretending. She took a deep look at Samwell and said:

   "Baron Caesar, you are really, as my father said, very smart and difficult to deal with."

  Samwell laughed loudly: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for your compliment. Then, Miss Obaya, put down your arms, and we will give you treatment in line with your status."

   "Okay." Obaya seemed to accept her fate, untied the saber from her waist, and threw it out casually.

  But the moment the long sword fell to the ground, the prince's illegitimate daughter rushed forward.

  Her gaze was firm, without the slightest wavering or hesitation, and her vigorous body was like a cheetah, rushing towards Samwell.

  Although the long sword had been dropped, two daggers appeared in her hands at some point.

   A cold black light shone.

   Obara felt that she had never been so fast, and her body almost formed an afterimage in the air.

   Near!

   is closer!

   Obaya felt that as long as she put the dagger on the throat of the Baron of the River Bend, the situation would change completely!

  But at this moment, Samwell moved.

   Obara is fast, but he's even faster.

  The whole person seemed to have turned into a black lightning.

  Boom!

  A non-fancy straight punch hit Obaya in the lower abdomen.

   Before she even had time to feel the pain, she realized that Samwell had already grabbed her arm at some point.

  click—

  There were two crisp sounds, and both arms were dislocated.

  The belated pain made Obara's eyes go dark, and she fainted instantly.

  Samwell groped for a while on the fallen Obaya, and took out a black animal skin bag.

  Open it, and sure enough, there are seven or eight black scorpions with purple tails inside.

  He raised the bag at his vassal knight and said with a smile:

   "Lucas, do you dare to play a big one?"

  (end of this chapter)