Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 182 Spear

   "Catch the Red Viper alive!"

   "Catch the Red Viper alive!"

  …

  Earl Jon Royce led more than 300 cavalry to enter from the south gate, marching triumphantly all the way, with overwhelming momentum.

   "Catch the Red Viper alive!" Samwell said excitedly, but his eyes were fixed on the castle of the Fowler family towering in the center of the sky and the city, wondering how many golden dragons there could be inside...

  The Fowler family guards the Prince's Pass, so they must be no poorer than the Kogel family.

   But before Samwell was happy, things started to go wrong.

  Originally, the city had already formed a rout, and they fought all the way in without encountering any organized resistance.

   But now, the resistance of the Dornish people has become more and more fierce with the passage of time, and there is a faint tendency to surround the cavalry.

  This is unscientific.

   "The situation is wrong!" Earl Jorn stopped the horse, "Why do I seem to hear the horn of the Iron Throne's army retreating?"

  Samwell's face changed slightly, and he quickly drove the falcon to the north gate.

   Then, he froze.

   Didn’t the city already break down just now?

  He had seen clearly through the eyes of the Falcon before. The city walls and gates to the north were all controlled by the Iron Throne's army, so he dared to rush into the city, thinking about fishing in troubled waters.

   But what's going on now?

  The gates of the city are all open, can they be driven out again?

  What is the Iron Throne army doing?

   Or is it that the Dornish people exploded?

  But Samwell knew that now was not the time to think about such a problem, and running away was the top priority.

   "Quick! Lord Jon! Withdraw quickly! The Dornishmen have retaken the northern wall and gates, and the sky and the city have not yet been broken!"

   "It's too late." Earl Jorn looked at the southern city gate that was slowly closing in the distance, and his heart was filled with shock and anger.

   But he still forced himself to calm down and looked around: "We must find a place that is easy to defend..."

  Samwell looked at the castle of the Fowler family again, but he also knew that under the current situation, they couldn't rush to the castle at all, and even if they managed to rush over, it was impossible to attack it.

   "Go to the Holy Church!" Lucas Dane pointed to the Seven Holy Church standing on the hill not far to the east, and made a suggestion.

  Earl Jorn only glanced at it, and made up his mind decisively:

   "Okay! Everyone, go to the church!"

  —————

   "Master Ed, why are you so angry, why not attack again."

   Queen Cersei said nonchalantly.

"Yes. If I can capture the sky and the city once, I can capture the second time." King Joffrey also nodded, "But this time, I must cut off the head of the Red Viper with my own hands! This does not speak of credibility. bastard!"

   Duke Ed's arms were covered with bandages, and his expression was unprecedentedly tired.

  He opened his mouth, but didn't speak, as if he already felt that he had nothing to say.

   After a long silence, the king's hand slowly removed the golden hand brooch on the shirt, which symbolized his identity, and threw it in front of the mother and son, saying in a flat but extremely firm tone:

"Your Majesty, I can't be your Hand of the King. Please be smarter. Also, from today onwards, the northern army will no longer listen to the orders of the Iron Throne. We will continue to attack, but this is only to give Jon Arryn's vengeance, not the orders of the Iron Throne."

   "Ed Stark! What do you mean!" Queen Mother Cersei's face changed slightly, and her tone was instantly cold.

   "Treason! You are treason!" Joffrey yelled.

  Duke Ed countered unceremoniously: "It is true treason to treat war like a joke and discard the victory that soldiers exchanged for their lives at will."

   "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

   "When you want to kill anyone, everyone wants to kill you. Your Majesty, don't forget what happened to the 'Mad King' Aerys."

   After saying this, Duke Ed stopped talking to the king, turned around and walked out.

   "Kill him! Kill the traitor!" Joffrey yelled at the white knight beside him.

   But unfortunately, none of the seven white knights moved.

  They are not stupid, dare to kill Ed Stark here, just wait for the northern army to rebel.

  And what the king did really chilled them all.

   Can't go on like this.

  So, the seven white knights stared at the ground as if they were sculptures.

  Queen Dowager Cersei grabbed her son and said, "Don't worry about this stupid wolf. Since he voluntarily resigned from the hand of the king, it will save us a lot of work. If he doesn't do it, some people will do it."

  Duke Ed had already walked to the door at this time, and seemed to remember something, and turned around and said:

   "One more thing, my daughter Sansa is not worthy of His Majesty the King, so the previous engagement is hereby voided."

   "I'm going to kill you! Ed Stark, I'm going to kill you!"

  The king's exasperated cries were heard almost throughout the camp.

  Out of the tent, Duke Ed saw a large number of angry nobles gathered outside.

   "We will not fight for such a king!"

   "Joffrey Baratheon must apologize and repent for the fallen warrior!"

   "We're not going to fight anymore! We're going to withdraw our troops!"

  …

  Duke Eddard was about to speak when he saw Ser Barristan Selmy, the Captain of the Kingsguard "The Fearless", walking out with him.

   "My lords!" cried Barristan, "listen to me."

   Waiting for everyone to calm down temporarily, Barristan continued:

   "I can understand your anger, and I know that what the king has done has caused great harm. Therefore, I assure you that such a thing will never happen again!"

   Earl Matus Rowan said: "How do you guarantee it?"

  Barristan drew out the long sword decisively, then held the sharp blade with his left hand, and pulled it down—

  Blood instantly stained the blade red.

"I swear on the honor of the White Knight." Barristan solemnly said, holding the blood-stained sword, "If King Joffrey issues any military orders during this battle, let this sword drink the blood from my throat." !"

  The nobles were stunned for a moment.

  Because Barristan's words are to bet his own life and depose King Joffrey's authority.

  Although it is limited to this war, the political risks this white knight has to bear are quite terrifying.

  Earl Matus also stopped talking. He quietly looked at the aged white knight, as if he saw the former "King Bearer" Christon Cole.

  This person directly disobeyed the will of the former king and supported another heir, which directly led to the bloodiest civil war in the Targaryen dynasty—Dance of the Blood Dragon.

  The figures of the two captains of the Kingsguard seemed to overlap at this moment.

  Count Matus narrowed his eyes, and suddenly smelled a dangerous aura.

  Ser Barristan said slowly: "The king will no longer interfere with military affairs, so I ask you to regroup and take down the sky and the city."

  The prestige of the captain of the Kingsguard made the scene silent.

  Barristan looked at Duke Ed: "Lord Ed, you are the commander of this army, so I ask you to take on the heavy responsibility."

   Duke Eddard took a deep look at Ser Barristan, and nodded slowly.

  Barristan looked at Duke Mace Tyrell again: "Lord Mace, what's your opinion?"

  The Duke of Metz coughed lightly, and said, "As long as the king stops messing around, I have no objection."

  Barristan slowly swept across the group of nobles until everyone nodded in agreement to continue fighting.

  The captain of the Royal Guard put his reputation and life on the line, and finally pulled back the army that was already on the verge of disintegration.

   And the command of the army returned to the hands of Ed Stark.

  Everything seems to be back on track.

  After the nobles dispersed, the Duke of Mace remembered what he had heard from Duke Ed in the tent, and said to his son Garlan Tyrell:

   "Write a letter back to High Court and ask your sister to come!"

   "Father, it's a war right now, why did you ask Margaery to come over?"

   "Don't talk nonsense, the queen mother is here, go!"

"All right."

  —————

   "Quick! Move fast! Block all the doors and windows! Block them!"

  In the temple hall, Earl Jorn commanded the soldiers to move the tables and chairs in the hall to the door and windows, trying to turn this leaky temple into a fortress.

"The Dornishmen won't last long!" Earl Jon shouted, trying to cheer up the soldiers, "The army of the Iron Throne has successfully climbed the city wall once, and there will be a second, third time soon...as long as we are here Persevere for a few days, victory must belong to us!"

  Samwell moved the huge statue of Heavenly Father to the door with brute force, and then, ignoring the astonished eyes of others, he came up with the idea of ​​the statue of the Virgin.

   "Don't, don't!" The monk who hadn't had time to evacuate hurriedly dissuaded, "My lord, let me go outside to help you negotiate, please! These are statues of gods, don't desecrate them!"

"I didn't blaspheme." Samwell said with an innocent face, "I just asked Heavenly Father and Mother to move. If the Dornishmen dare to smash it with battering rams, that would be real blasphemy. You must remember to stop it at that time." .”

  The monk was speechless, and could only watch helplessly as the baron with terrifying power moved the sculptures of the Virgin, Warrior, and Blacksmith to the door, just blocking four doors.

  This sanctuary hall has two floors. After the lower four doors are blocked, the windows on the upper floor can just be left for the soldiers to shoot, so it can barely be regarded as a simple fortress.

   But to be honest, if the Dornish people are determined to attack, this "fortress" really won't last long.

   We can only hope that the Dornish people outside are pious enough not to dare to destroy the statues of the Seven Gods.

  Samwell went up the spiral staircase to the second floor. Through the window, he could see that many Dornish people had gathered outside. It was roughly estimated that there were thousands of people.

   On their side, there are only three hundred and forty cavalry. Of course, since they are huddled here, they are not considered cavalry, and the horses can only be used as food reserves.

"The Dornish people shouldn't care about us." Earl Jorn also came to the second floor, and he didn't know whether to comfort Samwell or himself, and said, "Once the Iron Throne starts to attack again, these Dornish people must go back to defend the northern city wall." .There won't be much pressure on our side."

   "I hope." Samwell was not so relaxed. He always felt that the situation was very wrong. There might be something wrong with the Iron Throne army outside the north city gate, otherwise why would they suddenly retreat?

   Could it be an infighting?

  Samwell thinks this is a possibility. You know, there is an "eternal emperor" over there, and it is not surprising that that lunatic can do anything.

  Although it was a bit of an afterthought, Samwell felt that he was too impulsive to rush into the city with Earl Yorn.

  He underestimated Emperor Qiao's ability to make troubles too much.

  Hey, why can't this "Gou Saint John" go to the end.

   "Here comes the Red Viper."

  Earl Jorn's words brought the cranky Samwell back to reality.

  He looked out the window, and saw a tall man in an orange-yellow robe walking out from among the Dornishmen. It was indeed the "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn.

  The man held a gun in his right hand and a shield in his left hand. He stood about two hundred steps away from the church and said loudly:

   "Are those Earl Jorn and Baron Caesar?"

  Earl Jorn responded: "Yes. Your Highness Oberyn, it is us."

  Prince Oberyn laughed loudly: "Are you going to come down and surrender yourself? Or wait for us to attack?"

   "His Royal Highness, do you see who this is?" Samwell pulled Obara Shad to the window and asked her to lean out half of her body so that Prince Oberyn could see clearly.

   Sure enough, Prince Oberyn's arrogant smile froze on his face.

   "Aubara..."

   "Father!" Obara yelled, "Leave me alone! Attack! Attack!"

   Samwell pulls her back and gags her with a cloth.

   While doing this, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu that he was the villain...

  He quickly threw away this thought, and said to the outside:

   "Oberon, you don't want your daughter to die, do you? Why don't we live together peacefully..."

   "Hahahahaha!" Prince Oberyn burst into laughter and interrupted, "This is a battlefield where you can live and die. Anyone who believes in peaceful speeches is an idiot!"

   Without waiting for Samwell to answer, he looked at his daughter and shouted:

   "Obaia! Remember the choice I gave you? Lance or tears?"

   Obara couldn't speak, but her determined eyes said everything.

  Prince Oberyn understood.

  So, he suddenly threw the spear at his daughter!

  Samwell didn't expect this at all. Caught off guard and instinctively thinking that the target was himself, he immediately retracted into the wall. When he wanted to go to Laobaya again, he was already a beat behind.

   Chi!

  The spear pierced Obara's chest, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

   "Attack!"

  Outside the sanctuary, Prince Oberyn's hoarse cry was heard.

  (end of this chapter)