Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 407 Messenger

  Boom!

  The battalion wall built by lei wood was no different from that of paper in front of the elephant, and it was smashed down.

   As for the so-called strong shield and long spear formation, it is a joke.

  When the charging elephant hit the hedgehog-like shield wall with terrifying inertia, the shield broke and the spear broke immediately.

  Under the terrifying impact, countless Dornish soldiers flew backward like puppets with the sound of bone fractures, spurting blood wildly from their mouths.

  In an instant, the elephant soldiers were like broken bamboos, and the blood mist filled the air. Rows of Dornish soldiers were trampled by like weeds on the side of the road.

  Where the elephant soldiers passed by, the ground was in a mess, and the terrifying scene was like Shura's hell.

   "The Dornishmen are finished." Edmure Tully watched this scene at the head of Sunspear City, sighing with a complex expression.

   "They don't have the means to deal with the soldiers at all." Robert Royce said, "So, Lord Edmure, have you made a decision? Is it Caesar or Aegon?"

  Edmure didn't answer, but his eyes gradually lost focus as he looked at the **** battlefield outside the city.

  …

   "The Dornishmen are finished!" Little Aegon stood on the sand dune behind, waving his arms excitedly, "Come on, my elephant! Crush them! Crush them!"

  Tyrion looked at the overly excited young prince, and seemed to see his dead nephew Joffrey in a trance.

  It really looks like it.

   "See, Tyrion." Little Aegon turned around and laughed, "Isn't my elephant amazing?"

   "It's really powerful." Tyrion gave a thumbs up.

   At the same time, he wondered whether he should suggest that his father also go to the other side of the Narrow Sea to buy some elephants.

  But soon, he shook his head and got rid of the thought.

  The reason why the fighting elephants had such a miraculous effect was actually because the Yronwood family was defenseless.

  As long as they prepare some ballistas, they can make these huge and bloated elephants a living target.

   What's more, the natural enemy of elephants is dragons.

  There are three dragons on Caesar's side, and they can easily burn these elephants into barbecue.

  However, on the battlefield in front of us, this group of elephants did perform miraculously.

  They easily tore through the defense line of the Dornish people, and the soldiers of the Golden Regiment followed closely behind, flooding in like a tide, killing the Dornish people's corpses all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river.

   Not long after, the army of the Yronwood family was on the verge of collapse.

   It is worth mentioning that the first to escape was not ordinary soldiers, but Sir Olifa Shad, the commander-in-chief of the army.

  The illegitimate son who jumped out when the blood of the Yronwood family was almost cut off, saw that the defeat was already doomed, so he turned around and ran away.

  At this moment, no ambition or glory is as important as his own life.

  As the coach's flag fell crookedly, the army of the Yronwood family had no hope of turning around.

  The entire army formation was cut to pieces by the golden regiment, and the panicked soldiers fled in groups.

  The soldiers of the Golden Regiment chased death and chased north, wantonly venting the anger and killing intent accumulated for a long time.

   "The Dornishmen are nothing more than that." Little Aegon commented triumphantly.

   "The Dornish people are not good at fighting frontally." Tyrion said, "What's more, the wars in Dorne have not stopped in the past few years. The elite troops of each family are basically exhausted, so of course they are vulnerable."

  Although he knew that what the dwarf said was true, little Aegon was still very dissatisfied with the fact that the dwarf poured cold water on him.

  He snorted softly and said coldly:

   "Lord Tyrion, you are so talkative, why don't you go to Sunspear City as an envoy this time. I believe that the people in the river and valley in the city should see the situation clearly now."

   Sooner or later I will die on this stinky mouth. Tyrion wanted to sew his mouth shut, but some words still came out subconsciously:

   "Yes, Your Highness. I will tell them that if they don't surrender, you will send elephants to smash the walls, rush in and kill them all."

  Hearing the sarcasm in the other party's words, little Aegon's complexion became even worse:

   "You go now!"

   "Okay." Tyrion turned around and ran with his short legs, secretly thinking that he and the young and energetic prince really didn't get along.

  The battle is still going on at this time, and the Dornish people still have sporadic resistance.

  Two soldiers of the Golden Company escorted Tyrion across the battlefield to the gate of Sunspear.

   "I am Tyrion Lannister, here to negotiate on behalf of His Royal Highness Aegon, the son of Rhaegar Targaryen!"

   Tyrion yelled several times at the top of his voice, and saw a hanging basket dropped from the top of the wall.

   "Fortunately, I'm a dwarf." He laughed at himself, and climbed into the basket that could barely hold a person.

  The soldiers at the top of the city pulled him up.

  When he came to the tower, Tyrion asked as soon as he stood firm:

   "Who is in charge here? Edmure Tully?"

   "Here, only you are responsible for yourself."

  Tyrion looked at the young man who was speaking, and said with a smile:

   "I know you, Bronze Yohn's second son, Ser Robert Royce, don't you?"

   "It's an honor to be known by you." Sir Robert nodded, "Come with me, my lords are waiting for you in the Old Palace."

  Tyrion ran after him in small steps, but kept saying:

   "I heard that you fought side by side with Caesar, and your father gave him the bronze armor inherited from your family before he died, right?"

   "Are you Aegon's emissary, or Caesar's emissary?"

   "I am the Lannister emissary."

Robert laughed lightly: "Lord Tyrion, let me remind you. We are all survivors who have come out of hell, and we are not in the mood to appreciate your witty words. So, when I see you lords later, you'd better give Put out real conditions, rather than patronizing to say some pretty words."

  Tyrion looked at the soldiers on the side of the road who were almost out of shape, wearing tattered military uniforms and not even equipped with weapons, and felt a little heavy in his heart:

"I see."

  The two stopped talking, went down the tower all the way, walked through the winding streets, and came to the castle of the Martell family - the Old Palace.

  But at this moment, a shadow suddenly shrouded, covering the bright sun in the sky.

  Tyrion stopped and looked up in astonishment.

  The warm wind brushed his face and ruffled his hair.

  Through the pounding of his heart, Tyrion heard the sound of wings beating the air.

"dragon!"

  Tyrion was fascinated by dragons when he was a child, and he had imagined countless times that he would see them one day.

   When Uncle Kevan told him that the dragons were extinct, he cried a lot.

  As he grew up, such fantasies have long been left behind, until now...

  He never thought that the first time he saw the dragon was in such a scene.

   And he didn't expect that the dragon is far more beautiful and more terrifying than he imagined.

  The white magic dragon hovers over the old palace, it is a shadow that blocks the scorching sun.

  A body of milky white scales shone brilliantly in the sun, and its two eyes, horns, and spines were blood red. It was so huge that its spread wings were hundreds of feet long.

  When it landed on the square in front of the palace, the furnace-like blast almost knocked Tyrion away.

  The flying dust made Tyrion's eyes water, but he kept his eyes wide open, as if reluctant to look away.

  Cleopatra noticed the dwarf's gaze, and her slender neck turned around.

  Tyrion could almost see the scorched flesh on the tip of its teeth, and the flame hidden deep in its throat that was about to burst out.

   His gaze continued to look up, and he saw a familiar figure—

   Caesar!

   "I seem to be a step late." Samwell laughed,

   "For a long time, Tyrion."