Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 432 Beheaded

   The white dragon that swooped down did not join the battle, but just hovered at low altitude.

  At this time, the armies of both sides are entangled. If the white dragon breathes fire and attacks, it is easy to cause accidental injury.

  In fact, there is no need for Bailong to join the battle. Even if it is only flying at low altitude, it can cause great psychological pressure on the defenders and become the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

  A large number of western soldiers lost their courage to resist under the shadow of the white dragon. They dropped their weapons and knelt down on the ground, begging for surrender.

   There were also many soldiers from the western border trying to escape from the north gate, but the southern army had already deployed nearly 10,000 cavalry outside the city, waiting to intercept the enemy troops leaving the city.

  Under such circumstances, unless the other side sends troops to support them, these western soldiers may not even see the Blackwater River.

  Samwell rode on the back of the white dragon, watching the battlefield below.

Soldiers from the Southern Army swarmed in through the open city gate. At this time, except for a few places in the city, there were still sporadic shouts of killing. It was because some soldiers from the Western Region who did not want to be captured were dying, and most of the soldiers from the Western Region chose to surrendered.

   Soon, the southern army completely controlled the four city walls, and the siege battle officially came to an end, entering the final stage.

  Samwell rode a dragon and circled at low altitude, and suddenly felt that he lacked a sense of participation. After all, the battle would be over without him and the white dragon.

  But immediately, he laughed and shook his head.

  Now he is also a king with a hundred thousand soldiers in his hands. If he is still required to fight on the front line in person, then there will be a big problem.

  Samwell didn't lose the courage to charge forward, but because of his current status, it was really inconvenient for him to take risks.

  For example, in this siege battle, the people of the western region obviously deployed a large number of giant crossbows against the white dragon. If the situation is stalemate, if they take the risk of riding a dragon to join the siege battle, Cleopatra is likely to be injured.

The previous battles in the City of Divine Grace have proved that the giant crossbow can indeed threaten the current White Dragon. Although it is difficult to cause fatal injuries, I am afraid that if the luck of the people in the western region is overwhelming, they will just hit the most vulnerable eye of the White Dragon. Opatra may have to repeat the mistakes of Merasis back then.

  Of course, it doesn't mean that he and Bailong have completely become a show since then.

  If the situation is critical and he needs to stand up, Samwell will naturally not hesitate.

  In addition, Samwell can also drive white dragons into battle when there is no obvious threat, such as a field battle without a crossbow.

   Moreover, as the white dragon continues to grow, one day even the giant crossbow will hardly be a threat.

  If it can grow to the size of the "Black Death" Balerion in its heyday, with a wingspan of over a thousand feet, and the shadow it casts can completely cover a small town, the White Dragon at that time may really become an invincible existence in the world.

  In that case, Samwell didn’t have to worry about anything anymore, he just rode the white dragon and replicated the battle of "Raging Fire".

  Even if the enemy is hiding in the castle, the white dragon can still have a dragon flame barbecue like what the "Black Death" did to Harrenhal back then.

  However, it took two hundred years for "Black Death" to grow into a nearly invincible behemoth, while Bailong was only three years old, so the gap between the two is still obvious.

  Of course, the difference in size and strength is much smaller than the difference in age.

   This is also due to Samwell constantly feeding the white dragon with keel soup.

  But as the keel was exhausted, the abnormal rapid growth of the white dragon also came to an end.

   Fortunately, there are still many keel bones hidden in the secret passage of the Red Castle in King's Landing City. Samwell was unable to smuggle them all out because of their large size.

   After capturing King's Landing, he can revisit the old place and use those keel bones to feed Cleopatra, trying to make it catch up to the size of "Black Death" as soon as possible.

  If Cleopatra can become a "white death", then the upcoming White Walker should be less scary.

   "Caesar! You coward! Come down if you want!"

   A roar from below interrupted Samwell's thoughts.

  He looked down and saw a man covered in blood and with loose hair yelling at him.

  Samwell noticed that there were hundreds of Western Territory soldiers gathered around this person, and they were still stubbornly resisting.

   "Come down!" The man waved his long sword and shouted at the white dragon in the air, "Come down and let's fight!"

  Samwell felt that the voice sounded familiar, so he drove the white dragon down.

  The huge dragon wings stirred up dust all over the sky, and the scorching gale forced the surrounding soldiers to retreat one after another, leaving a large open space.

   Davon Lannister did not retreat but advanced, even facing such a terrifying monster as the white dragon, he did not have the slightest fear:

   "Come on! Caesar! Let's fight again!"

   "So it's Ni." Samwell finally saw the **** face of the other party clearly.

"That's right, it's me! Davon, son of Steve Lannister! The one who defeated you!" Davon stood proudly, his long golden hair blown back by the hot wind, making him look like a raging lion .

  Samwell couldn't refute this, because he had indeed lost to the knight of the western region in front of him on Qingting Island four years ago.

  Although he lost that contest on purpose, but if he loses, he loses.

  However, facing Davon's provocation, Samwell was not very angry, but felt a burst of embarrassment.

   Seeing Samwell stunned, Daffon provocatively said again:

   "What? Don't you have the courage to duel with me? Are you afraid that you will lose again?"

  Samwell laughed loudly, jumped off the dragon's back and walked forward, saying:

   "Back then in Tianji City, I dared to draw my sword against the seven White Knights of the Kingsguard. Now I am afraid of you?"

   "Then come!" Davon shouted.

   "You want to die, but I'm happy to do it." Samwell said with a smile, "Just before the duel, I have a question to ask you."

"explain."

   "After you lost the bet with me on Arbor Island, did you swim back to Lannisport as agreed?"

  Hearing this, Dafeng's hard-earned momentum suddenly blew out, and his face turned a liver-colored.

   A moment later, he roared, drew his sword and rushed towards Samwell.

  The armor creaked as he ran, and his feet made a series of footprints on the ground. Sprinting with all his might, Davon rumbled forward like a steel monster, seemingly unstoppable.

  But Samwell stood still, motionless, not even pulling out the giant sword behind him.

   It seems that he didn't see the enemy rushing towards him at all.

  The opponent's contempt made Dafeng angry, but it also made him feel lucky—

   Maybe you can win when the enemy is careless.

  With this kind of mentality, Dafeng rushed faster and faster, almost showing an afterimage on his body.

   He felt like he had never been so fast.

  The long sword in his hand swung out suddenly, and was about to touch the hair of that terrifying man—

   But everything came to an abrupt end at this moment.

  Samwell finally drew the giant sword behind his back, his movements were as fast as lightning, completely beyond the limits of human beings.

  The great white sword came last, splitting Davon's armor like cutting butter, tearing his flesh and breaking his bones...

  Cut him in half.

  Puff Chi—

  The two corpses fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and became silent.

  Samwell retracted the giant sword in boredom, and said lightly:

   "You Lannister, you are no longer worthy to be my real opponent."