Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 398 The Arrival from God's Grace City

  Samwell rested for a day in Thor City, then ordered the army to march east again.

   Accompanying them were five hundred soldiers sent by the Jordyn family.

   Don't look too little, but Samwell knows that the Jordyn family has done their best.

Today, the lords of Dorne, except for the special case of the Dane family who have always remained neutral, have all suffered heavy losses in the years of war. The Qiao Dane family can gather 500 people, which can be said to be the last of the family. empty.

  Even the only daughter of Earl Turbat Jordyn, Miss Miri, the heir of the city of Thor, also put on her own clothes and joined the army.

  Miss Miri has a certain aura after putting on the armor. She is not the kind of pampered noble lady, but it reminds Samwell of Sir Brienne Tass.

  After leaving the city of Thor, the army could not march along the coast, but had to go south into the desert.

  Under such terrain conditions, the best time to march is dusk and dawn, because the sun will be more benevolent at this time.

  It was sunset at this time, and the western sky became a golden-purple tapestry, and the clouds bloomed with bright red colors. The surface of the tents in the camp glowed with a faint red light, and the day was coming to an end, which was a good time to hurry.

   Just as Samwell was packing up and riding the white dragon to move on, the sentinel who explored the road came over with two and a half older children.

   "Your Majesty, we have met the team of the Arion family ahead. These two are the sons of Sir Roger Arion. I request to see you."

  Samwell's expression moved slightly when he heard the words.

  The Arion family is the lord of the City of Divine Favor, and the contemporary patriarch is Countess Delron Arion, who is still detained in Sunspear City at this time.

   And her only son, Sir Roger Arion, is dead, so the two teenagers in front of him are the heirs of the City of Grace.

   "Dear Your Majesty Caesar, I am the eldest son of Sir Roger, Vail Arion."

   "I am Sir Roger's second son, Willam Arion. It is an honor to meet you."

  The two brothers have brown hair and black eyes. They look thirteen or fourteen years old. They are a little nervous when they see Caesar. From time to time, their eyes drift to the white dragon aside, with awe and curiosity in their eyes.

  Samwell looked at the two immature little guys in front of him, and already had a guess in his heart:

   "Mrs. Ians sent you to find me?"

   "Yes." Weir nodded again and again, and then took out a letter from his arms, "Mother said this letter is very important, so she sent us to deliver it to you personally."

  Samwell thought to himself, sure enough.

   Mrs. Ianse Yronwood had helped him a lot before, not of her own will, of course.

  This woman once went to Storm's End to ask for help on behalf of the Yronwood family, but she turned around and revealed Samwell's dispatch information to the Martell family.

   Fortunately, Samwell saw Mrs. Ians's problem, so he used his plan to lure the Qingting Island fleet to the Dorne Sea, and fought a beautiful battle of annihilation.

  Although Mrs. Ians was "credited" for this battle of annihilation, Samwell will never forget this woman's betrayal.

   Now, she actually came again.

  Receiving the letter from Weir, Sam Weir glanced it over in a hurry, with no discernible expression on his face.

   Seeing Caesar's silence for a long time, the two Arion brothers gradually felt uneasy.

  Because their mother solemnly warned them not to peek at the letter, the brothers had no idea what was written in the letter.

  But they knew that the City of Divine Grace was in danger at this time, so they guessed that their mother sent them out to ask for help.

   "Your Majesty," Weir couldn't help but said, "The golden group is about to arrive at the City of Divine Grace, please make sure to speed up the march to save the Elion family and our people."

  The younger brother also said: "Your Majesty, the Ailion family is willing to pledge allegiance to you, as long as you can support the city of grace."

   "The Golden Group went to the City of Divine Favor? Didn't they go to Sunspear City?" Miri Jordyn was a little stunned.

  Because at the previous military meeting, everyone agreed that after the Golden Group conquered Soul Hill, the most likely move should be to go directly south to Sunspear City.

   After all, Sunspear City, as the fiefdom of the ruling family of Dorne, is of great political significance in itself, and the lords of Dorne are still being detained there.

Coupled with Sunspear City and the army of captives from the Riverlands and the Valley, these two armies can be regarded as extremely important new forces in Dorne today. Once their support is won, and they are re-armed, it will definitely be beneficial to many En situation had a subversive impact.

  That's why everyone was so stunned when they heard that the Golden Group did not go south, but marched west to the City of Divine Grace.

   "It's absolutely true!" Facing everyone's questioning gazes, Weir's face flushed red, "Many people have seen a large army marching towards the City of Divine Grace with the banner of three red dragons."

   "Yes, and the red and white griffin flag," added the younger brother.

   "That's the Prime Minister of the Mad King, Jon Connington." Miri said, while turning her gaze to Caesar, wanting to hear his opinion.

  Samwell put away the letter, smiled slightly at the brothers, and said:

   "Thanks to the Ailion family for their trust in me, and I will not disappoint you. Earl Natalie, please lead the army to move forward. The target is the City of Grace."

   "Yes, Your Majesty." Just as Natalie answered, Samwell handed over the letter.

   "Look at it too, and burn it after reading it." Samwell warned, then jumped onto the dragon's back, and said, "I'll go ahead to check the situation first, and you guys move on."

"yes."

  The white dragon flapped its wings, soared into the sky, and flew eastward with Samwell.

  Natalie gave the marching order, and at the same time read the letter over and over several times.

  But the more I look at it, the more confused I become.

  She is not the kind of person who has her own opinions. She subconsciously wanted to ask the opinions of her vassals, but thinking of Samwell's advice, she quickly burned the letter and kept her doubts in her heart.

   Two days later, the army crossed the desert, and the blue river of misfortune ahead was clearly visible. Natalie knew that the most arduous journey had been left behind.

  It was noon at this time, and the sun was beating everyone like a hot hammer, but the soldiers were very excited.

   Following Natalie's order to camp by the river, everyone rushed into the water to embrace the rare coolness.

  A shadow came from the east, blocking the daylight and causing a cheer.

  Seeing Bailong returning with Caesar, Natalie also jumped up to meet him.

   "Sam, drink water."

"Thanks."

   "Hungry? I have cottage cheese, raisins, and soaked oatmeal."

  Samwell ate a few slices of cheese and drank some wine, and saw Miss Miri from the Jordyn family and two brothers from the Arion family also came to salute.

   "I rode a dragon to circle the city of God's Grace a few times." Samwell said, "The Golden Group is indeed marching westward, and has already entered the city of God's Grace."

  The two brothers of the Ailion family suddenly turned pale.

  Samwell comforted after seeing this:

   "There are no traces of fierce fighting in the city. It should be Shen'en City who surrendered voluntarily. Don't worry, I will help you drive away the golden group soon."

   Brother Weil quickly thanked him.

  Miss Mi Rui said: "Your Majesty, did the Golden Group really not go to Sunspear City?"

   "No, they went." Samwell said, "I saw an army going south from Soul Hill. It seems that the Golden Group should be divided."

   "This is not a good idea." Miss Mi Rui commented.

"Regardless of the enemy, we just go at our own pace." Samwell made a decision, "After resting, we will continue to march towards God's Grace City. As for Sunspear City, we will hand it over to Oliver of the Yronwood family. The Jazz will take care of it."

"yes."