Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 141 Night Attack
"Bruce, did we escape?"

The knight with a hoarse voice leaned against the harsh cliff, staring at the tide in the west, and murmured questions to his companions.

The west coast of Cape Marseille has been devastated by the two thousand cavalry under their command.

Not to mention the villages and towns by the sea, even the fishermen on the boats had gone to the safer north to make a living early. The sea was empty and there was no shadow of a boat.

For a fleeing defeated soldier, such a beach seemed to be the best route.

The uninhabited beach is secluded enough to allow them to stay away from the only remaining crowd on Cape Marseille and avoid making noises that alarm the "hunters".

Besides, they lost all their supplies.

If you don’t want to spend all your time hunting and picking fruits, collecting food in the ruins, and giving enough time for the “hunters” to catch up with them, there seems to be only one answer—the beach.

The tide will naturally bring many shells and small fish. For them who are on the road all day, the seafood they see is enough to satisfy their hunger.

The only problem is fresh water.

There will be some potholes that store fresh water behind the rocks and tidal flats, but for hundreds of them, this is just a drop of water poured on the bonfire, and it disappears without a trace with a "squeak", and the flames Still hot and thirsty.

Without enough fresh water, you will die of thirst before you get out of Cape Marseille.

Everyone knows it.

But to go far inland for that, venturing near those creeks and lakes?

Anyone with a normal mind also understands that the guards of Jianjiao City and Stone Dance City and the hundreds of monsters that suddenly appear, these "hunters" are bound to stare at every water source, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net .

Fortunately, this was only the third day they had fled south, and the situation was not serious enough to cause disputes, robbery or even cannibalism.

Fortunately, it rained heavily yesterday.

The powerful raindrops hit every inch of skin on the body, and everyone turned their backs to the sky to moisten their chapped lips and let the raindrops fall directly into the open mouth.

In the end, everyone filled every tool that can store water and showed rare smiles.

If they are lucky enough, they will be given several heavy rains one after another, enough to replenish fresh water, but not so violent that the sea tide rises, or even a storm occurs.

But even so, the rain is still not all good and kind.

More than twenty companions have already fallen on the road.Either the wound was infected, or the whole body had a high fever, or he fell over while walking.

Obviously, the rain gave hope, but it also gave a test.

Only the most determined and physically able can make it all the way south, across the Cape Marseilles, across the borders of the Crown, and back home in the Stormlands.

This will take at least half a month.

After all, they were defeated too thoroughly. They only had armor and weapons with them, no horses to travel, and no rations to support their lives.

It is no exaggeration to say that their current situation is worse than those refugees whose villages and towns were destroyed.

You know, in order to let as many refugees as possible go to King's Landing City to be a burden, they gave each refugee two weeks of rations and other basic supplies.

And the monsters that destroyed the entire camp didn't think about what they needed to escape.

For three days, they lacked food and fresh water, endured the scorching sun and cold dark night, experienced the wind and rain, monsters chasing after them, and the death of their companions one after another.

How far have you traveled?

Have you escaped the hunting range of those monsters?
The knight lowered his head, staring blankly at the black sleeping lion on his breastplate.

"Do not disturb the rest of the world", the grandson family of Quanshi City has used it as a motto for generations, expressing the peaceful meaning of the sleeping lion, and at the same time deterring foreign enemies who dare to invade.

The sleeping lion is already so powerful, why dare to wake it up?

But on that night three days ago, the flame monster that suddenly appeared launched a night attack, awakening the sleeping lion's sleep.

How is the result?

Amid the flames, steel and non-human screams, Nabert Granderson woke up suddenly from the bed, and then confirmed the reality, someone is attacking!

Where are they from?
The sentinel had no warning? !
Nabert Granderson immediately woke up the attendant, and while putting on the armor, he was thinking about the strangeness with a face full of disbelief.

According to the orders of the earls, their two thousand cavalry will go all the way north to the city of Sharp Point at the northernmost tip of Cape Marseille, destroying all the villages and towns along the way, and leaving everyone to flee to King's Landing without help.

The mission has been going smoothly.

Instead of wasting energy on tough castles, they just cleaned up villages and towns.

The sporadic knights and guards of the lords could only shrink back inside the city walls and stare blankly. Once they dared to come out to resist, the only ending was to be beheaded or captured.

By that night, they had cleared most of the Cape Marseille, leaving only a small area around the city of Sharp Point in the north.The land there is even more barren, and the population may only be in the tens of thousands.

The mission was about to be successfully completed, but the guards of Stone Dance City and Jianjiao City were still huddled inside the city, not daring to move.

Even so, they proceed with caution.

Narbert himself, Ser Bruce Buckler of the Bronzegate, Ser Hart Fell of Fallenwood, and Ser Roland Storm of Nightsong led a party each.

But since entering the Cape Marseille area, every time they set up camp, their four teams will gather in one place.

This time is no exception.

A total of [-] cavalry were stationed together in the unnamed town between Jianjiao City and Stone Dance City. The scouts sent everywhere returned safely and reported that everything was normal. There were also sentries and patrols that took turns on duty at night.

How could such a careful and careful arrangement be attacked silently at night?

Nabert couldn't figure it out.

But when he walked out of the room, what he saw made him fall into a nightmare even more.

The endless flames are roaring, beating, and dancing.

People are burning, horses are burning.

Weapons, houses and even the ground were covered with layers of flames.

The air was as hot as a steamer, and the field of vision was as bright as daylight under the scorching sun, but it was red.

How could the flame be so intense?

This is a nightmare, right?
A gust of wind blew by, and the hot but humid air hit Nabert's face, making him even more convinced that he was in a dream.

How could the real flame be so moist?
But the shouts and battle scenes from all directions still made his heart beat faster, and he couldn't help but clenched the long sword in his hand.

"Drop your weapon, surrender without killing!"

Nabert turned sharply, and the owner of the voice was shouting in another direction.

good chance!Nabert approached quickly with light steps.

But he soon stopped again.The silver-white cloak on the man's back was embroidered with golden hexagrams, but it was not damaged, as if it had just been washed.

It really is a dream!

Nabert was hesitating whether to continue approaching.The man took out a ball from the pocket at his waist and threw it into the distance.

Bang!
The ball shattered, flesh and blood splashed, and the air was slowly covered with a layer of white mist.

Then the man turned around.

saw him.

(End of this chapter)