Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 142 Deadly Water Droplet

"Put down your weapons, surrender without killing."

"Put down your weapons, surrender without killing."

"..."

The loud voice repeated over and over again, as if never tired.

This sound is the nightmare of everyone on the team.

The storm soldiers who were resting in the shade of the beach all sprang up and ran forward subconsciously.

Nobody felt compelled to try to resist.

But their footsteps soon slowed down sharply, until they stood still and even collapsed, as if they had fallen into a swamp made of sand and stones.

The truth is scarier than being stuck in a swamp.

On the road ahead stood a demonic figure, with fiery red armor and a silver cloak.

The soldiers who were not completely desperate retreated slowly, looking around nervously and hastily. There were also dozens of monsters behind the team, and a figure was inserted on the rocks and soil slopes to the east, forming a sparse encirclement net.

Sparse, but indestructible, without holes.

"Still can't escape." Nabert Granderson sighed.

For some reason, I feel a little relaxed, as if I have lifted the heavy stones that I have been carrying all the time, and ushered in the established future that I will eventually face.

Bruce Buckler beside him was finally willing to speak, "I don't know how much we are worth?"

Nabert Granderson glanced at him in surprise. This guy has always been silent and resolute, but now he wants to give in? !
How could he not know his worth?

Nabert knew that the ransom of one or two hundred gold dragons for a healthy knight-general from the Bukele family was not outrageous.

As for other knights and cavalry.

Those with a family background have a high probability of ensuring safety, and those who cannot afford to regain their freedom will all depend on the mood of the enemy army.

In comparison, Nabert himself and Bruce were lucky.

He was kept under strict watch by the Lannisters, and stayed on horseback, in secret chambers, or dungeons all day long, waiting for the two sides to start exchanging prisoners, or for the ransom from His Majesty Renly and his family to arrive.

Finally, it is better to accept the ending than death.

Besides, I have already tried my best to be loyal to His Majesty, even if I fail in the end, I should keep the dignity of the family and face it calmly.

Nabert Granderson stood still.

If you surrender, can you really wait until the day when the prisoners are exchanged?

When will the war end?
Recalling the hot white steam of the night of the night attack, Nabert Granderson had a vague premonition in his heart that the day of returning to the family and reuniting with his parents, wife and children would be unexpectedly sooner or later.

"Bruce, Nabert, everyone."

Narbert looked up, and a familiar pockmarked face appeared behind the Lannister soldier.

Roland Storm yelled, "Please stop fighting senselessly. We did lose, but not from cowardice or arrogance. It is not our shame."

"In the name of the warrior, the brave man who fights shall accept life or death, victory or defeat, with a smile."

"I have received Earl Dondarrion's promise, and I swear on my honor, Roland Storm, that every soldier who offers his sword and gives up resistance will be properly settled, and his life will be safe, and he will not be insulted."

"Yes, on my honor." A red-armored warrior took off his helmet, revealing long golden-red hair and a handsome face.

Narbert saw the purple forked lightning sigil on the starlight he wore on his breastplate.

Lord of Blackport, Beric Dondarrion.

Beric Dondarrion was not at all nervous.From the moment he set off from King's Landing City, he knew that his mission would be accomplished.

The difference is how big your own casualties are.

Beric Dondarrion tried to remain humble and steady, to make sure that the two hundred crusaders King Joffrey had sent him would not be short of one.

He didn't run directly to the target.

Instead, he chose to take a boat to Chaotou Island in the north of Cape Marseille, where he contacted the Dragonstone Fleet and prepared a battle plan.

The information sent by the Security Bureau has always been detailed, accurate and timely.

Beric Dondarrion quickly found a good opportunity to attack, and immediately led his team to land on the west coast of Cape Marseille, 20 kilometers south of Sharp Point.

This is the closest location on the west coast to a rebel camp.

Without stopping for a moment, the entire jihadist army rushed on foot, relying on the priest's ability to recover their strength, with little movement along the way, avoiding the scouts and destroying the sentries according to the intelligence of the Security Bureau.

In less than half a day, they approached the unsuspecting rebel camp.

It was late at night.

The ruins of this devastated town have fallen asleep, with only a few patrolling soldiers wandering around.

With the help of the divine grace light curtain, two hundred jihadists communicated with each other, dispersed as planned, and formed a neat encirclement net, and then took out the "water drop" tied around their waists.

"Water Drop" is a portable weapon specially designed by the Logistics Bureau for the holy fire fighters.

Its overall shape is spherical, and the steel shell is engraved with horizontal and vertical stripes, which looks a bit like a peeled pomegranate.Just enough to hold or throw with one hand.

A ball full of clean water was injected into the airtight steel shell.

When using it, the Sacred Flame Warrior only needs to infuse it with the power of fire. After one or two breaths, the steam bursts out instantly, the steel shatters, and the high-temperature water mist permeates everywhere. Within ten steps, it instantly turns into hell.

After using it once, all the flame warriors raved about the water drops.

Before that, their flame power could only be stored in their own body for a long time, once it left the body, it would instantly turn into flames and high temperature.

The power of fire is limited.

If you have to use a large area or a long dragon-shaped flame to kill distant enemies, the consumption will be too high to support the entire battle.

Because of this, melee combat is still the first option for Holy Fire fighters.

now.

Water droplets just make up for this deficiency of the Holy Fire Warrior.

Although it is not known how the water droplets delayed the explosion of the power of fire, this did not prevent the Holy Fire Warriors from using it to achieve a perfect victory.

After everyone was in place, Beric Dondarrion gave the order.

Throw!Throw!Throw!
Each holy fire fighter throws three "water droplets" in just half a breath.

The town patrol hadn't reacted yet.

The continuous explosions and roars overwhelmed all movement, debris, high temperature and white, reddish mist swept everything.

Beric Dondarrion led the charge, and the two hundred mujahideen attacked together.

Stables, baggage, barracks.

The Flame Warriors sprinted straight to their target, unleashing flames that destroyed the rebels' support for their counterattack.

The Holy Shield warriors rampaged through the enemy army, without any defense, just slashing and killing the enemy in front of them.As a result, he was unscathed, and others were either killed or injured.

A small number of priests and warlocks are responsible for assisting teammates and not taking the initiative to kill enemies.

But if anyone dares to provoke them, the fleeting wounds and distorted earth, stone and steel are enough to make them doubt the reality of the world.

The night attack plan was successfully completed.

Half of the two thousand rebels either died or surrendered, and the other half who fled had no horses and rations, and even abandoned their armor and swords.

Next is the finish.

Compared with the scattered defeated soldiers in the inland, this large group of defeated soldiers on the west coast was easier to hunt down, so they were put at the end.

Originally, they could have endured them for a few more days, but there was no time.

Before sunset today, Stone Dance City.

After calculating the distance, Beric Dondarrion urged, "How are you thinking? Save your life to witness the future, or sleep in the bottom of the sea in obscurity?"

Narbert and Bruce looked at each other.

Throw your sword in the sand.

(End of this chapter)