Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 226 The Battle of Blackwater River (1) 8000 words

Sarolion revealed his dark arms, and the cold current blowing from Blackwater Bay lingered in the night of King's Landing.

The apprentice leaned against him and felt that Master Shalorien was like a hot coal that would not freeze even if it was immersed in ice.

The torch was lit before my eyes, and the light of day filled the entire cellar.

Miscellaneous materials from the blacksmith shop, dry firewood for fires, grains from the royal farmland, pumpkins and oil fruits from the valley caravan, and other sundries that were usually kept in the cellar were all missing.

Instead there were swords, implements, chain armor, and shields painted and left to dry.

Faces appeared in the light one after another, and Salolion looked at them. Their tense muscles and erratic eyes revealed their state of mind at this time. The panic and tension were mixed with the hesitant silence. In this dark and narrow space, The cellar seemed particularly suffocating.

Shalorien stepped aside and nodded to the apprentice, who held a torch and illuminated the wall behind Shalorien.

The black stag looking up at the crown raised its forelimbs and leaped into the air over the golden plain.

The motto "A prairie fire will start a prairie fire" stood impressively below the flag, and the looming and dancing flames seemed to be spreading like a prairie fire.

He looked into the distance, and the night was like a thick black mist, making it difficult to see the arrangements.

"We know who is the real orthodoxy," Shalorien's deep voice echoed in the cellar, and his bell-like eyes scanned the people who had been disturbed by emotions, "We know who is the real Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, the real Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. The blood of kings.”

But the old lion's departure from the city disrupted the plan, but this was what King Stannis had expected.

The people standing in front of him looked away from the crowned stag and all looked at Shalorien.

But it is obvious that other noble captains and noble knights do not view it this way. The armor they wear is very dazzling at night, as long as there is a slight light, you can see the flicker in it.

The Fury's sails glittered with gold, and the canvas was embroidered with the crowned stag of House Baratheon, from which Stannis once commanded Dragonstone and now obeyed his own command.

The crew members rushed to their posts and knocked away the soldiers standing guard who were in the way.

Shalorien nodded gently, and he took a long breath, knowing clearly that his seemingly strong body was at the end of its strength. Time is like an hourglass, and energy will gradually drain away inadvertently. Even if you touch it with your fingertips, it will still be very strong when you are young. Hard to detect.

"Reef the sails," Davos ordered, and his son Mathos immediately passed the order, "Lower the mast and get the oarsmen in position."

The tide of the Blackwater River almost capsized a ship. Davos steadied himself, and the old green leather wind behind him was wetted by the waves and clung to his cloth armor.

The guild is located in the houses of Rhaenys Hill, and the old city gate is the closest gate to them.

The oar officer was not to be outdone. This was the Black Bess, and it belonged exclusively to them, not these soldiers who were getting in the way.

"The queen mother's palace is full of lewd naked bodies, and the king's bed is full of children's bones. Look at the civilians he killed to remove the suspicion of 'incest'! Strong young people, children under one year old! All of them! Yes! The Red Keep on the hill has been swallowed by the vast ocean of crime. Joffrey is definitely not an orthodox Baratheon! The orthodoxy of Baratheon lies in Stannis! Justice and law lie in Stannis! The hearts of the people The direction lies with Stannis!"

"We are wandering merchants, burning blacksmiths, unknown people in the age of the Mad King, and heroes recruited by King Robert. We know the meaning of Baratheon's flag better than anyone else. It is not something that a blond kid on the Iron Throne can bear. , King Robert's bravery has now been reduced to tyranny and cruelty, King Robert's punishing hammer has been reduced to a human skin dagger and a head-piercing crossbow that tortures the weak and women! The anger burns injustice, burns sin, and the red The owner of the castle is exactly the same as these, he is a self-consciously depraved prostitute queen mother, a perverted and ignorant tyrannical king, and the devil monkey with a deformed head full of obscene and sinful thoughts!"

The three hundred oars of the Fury have all started, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!~"

The convoy of the Antler Chamber of Commerce slowly left the backyard, the rolling wheels rubbing against the poor stone paving of King's Landing, the relics of the Targaryen era rustling against the Baratheon's fanaticism.

The shouts of the crew were rhythmic, and the deck of the Fury was as busy as its own Black Bess.

Sarolion stroked the axe, and the tip of the ax blade was sharpened.

Davos looked across the mouth of the Blackwater River. There was no Stannis army on land. According to the original plan, there should be thousands of troops there ready to board ships and wade into the water at any time.

This is a great honor, Davos thought.

The apprentice nodded and said softly: "Olive oil and rosin are not difficult to find. They are placed in the guild's fleet."

In order to prevent King's Landing from attacking first, ballistas and fire-breathing crossbows were used to set sails on fire. After entering the river, they could only use oars instead. Davos gripped the knuckles of his hand harder and looked forward solemnly.

The formidable trebuchets and rows of pitch barrels displayed on the Fury sat calmly at the bow and stern of the ship, but they looked ferocious in the dark night before the battle.

Horses neighed, wheels rolled, the night was quiet, and the distance to the city gate was getting closer.

Suddenly a golden light flashed before his eyes, and Davos turned his head to look.

The narrow river channel suppresses one's own advantage to a minimum. At most twenty boats can be deployed on the river at a time, otherwise the paddles will conflict with each other and fall into the water.

Davos nodded towards the trumpeter, "Long!~Long!~"

Fighting the enemy in the Blackwater River is the stupidest thing to do. Davos looked at the extremely narrow river compared to the sea. The rushing tide almost carried his warship forward at an extremely fast speed. Where the Blackwater River entered the sea The current is strong and rapid.

Sarolion put aside the deliberate intention to lower his voice, and the anger in his chest filled his mouth and spoke passionately and loudly.

The flag of the Baratheon family suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.

The warriors of the Antler Society carefully wrapped their weapons in cloth, trying not to make any noise.

"Get off the oars!~" his son Mathos shouted loudly, taking his place, "Get in line!~"

Davos's left hand, which had crippled fingers, clasped his severed knuckles and prayed for good luck.

Davos nodded to the trumpeter again, and the low and hoarse war horn sounded again.

He insisted not to wear the heavy armor brought by his attendants. Davos told his attendants softly that these gorgeous armors, apart from being fancy on the sea, were only useful in helping them sink to the bottom of the sea and could not be salvaged.

Unless Sarolion touches the wrinkles and shallow scars on his face when he grows old, he has devoted his best life to the usurper's war and to serving King Robert on the right path. Now, he wants to spend the rest of his life. The fire continued to burn out, in the name of the Seven and Baratheon.

One hundred oar blades entered the water at the same time. "Plop!" The sound of the oar blades entering the water aroused the excitement of the soldiers. Their swords and shields hit each other. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of metal instruments bluntly hitting each other passed through the streets. Ship, obviously this is not exclusive to the Black Bess.

At least at this moment, their confused and nervous thoughts were completely dispelled. Everyone clenched their fists, their expressions became solemn, and there was a touch of determination in their eyes.

"King Stannis needs a group of forerunners, cheer me up! No matter how careless the weak golden robes are, there are nearly a thousand people, far more than us." Shalorion's scowl softened a bit, "King's Landing is too big. Most of the few thousand people in the Golden Robes are still on the city wall, so we don’t need to worry about the night patrol team at all.”

The hesitation and nervousness suddenly turned into attention to the flag.

The whistle was deep and whimpering, like the roar of a sea monster.

They pounded the drums, and the drum beat was like the beating of Davos's heart. It was loud and gentle, but became more and more rapid as the crew's oars broke the water with increasing passion.

With each knock, the oar moves one minute, and a hundred people become one, neat and uniform.

Davos was very nervous. The half-life of smuggling was completely different from blowing the trumpet and raising the flag this time. Smugglers wandered on the edge of the ocean. No one dared to act like this. Once they smelled the smell of danger, they would definitely raise their sails and set sail. The sea breeze fled away.

The clippers sent before could not approach King's Landing at all. Davos did not know who the commander of King's Landing was, but he must admit that he had great foresight and built two new towering stone towers on both sides of the Blackwater Estuary, with giant iron cables. The two ends are firmly fixed in the ground by two stone towers.

The shortcomings of not having Stannis's army rush for reinforcements were immediately exposed. There were many crossbowmen stationed on both sides of the stone tower to guard the iron cables.

To advance, the stone towers must be destroyed, at least one. Davos thought to himself.

He turned and looked behind him. The pirate ships of Salladhor Saan were gathered together. The Valyrian ship of this "Prince of the Narrow Sea" was even similar in size to King Stannis's Wrath, and its experience was far greater than that of King Stannis's Wrath. The pirates with the richer crew of the Dragonstone fleet are stationed in the middle army, and this group of desperadoes are always ready to rush to the aid of their front army.

Davos knew that he was a man of humble origin who had great trust from the king and was destined not to be liked by the nobles. Personally commanding the front line was his best choice.

At least they will charge with me, Davos consoled himself.

He raised the colorful flag in his right hand, and Mathos shouted, "Third array, full right rudder!"

The Lys battleship group around Salladhor Saan quickly turned their bows to the right, much faster than their own delicate sailors.

The painted hull of the Lys warship was completely displayed in front of his eyes as he turned. The stack of colors was like a quickly opened book, and the pages flew towards the stone tower on the right side of the river mouth, which symbolized the death letters sent.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!~"

The sound of the bow string being strung up reached his ears, and Davos looked nervously at the stone tower on the right.

"Arrow!" The commander's loud voice reached every ship in the group of Lys battleships.

The war horn stopped for a moment, and Davos also fell into tinnitus for a moment.

"Boom!~Boom!~Boom!~"

The arrows glowing with cold light appeared in the starry sky for only a moment.

"Rumble!~" This is the sound of the catapult starting to move.

Davos looked towards the Valyrian. The long arm of the catapult first moved slowly and hard to the right, like a sleeping person just waking up. Then, just as arrows appeared in the sky, the long arm Swinging it suddenly, the countless asphalt cans it contained exploded in the night sky, turning into a flock of swaying orange birds, swooping towards the stone tower.

"Ah!~" The vague scream was completely covered up by the shouts and cheers around him.

The stone tower almost fell into the sea of ​​​​fire in an instant, and the guarding crossbowman fired a few crossbow arrows and was quietly submerged.

"Don't be nervous," Ser Gareth Clifton said to the Lannister cavalry beside him at the long water channel dug behind the stone tower. "Soldier, you will not hear the sound of the arrow that hits you. Even the gods will be afraid of strangers who smile."

The cavalryman turned his head timidly to look at Sir Gareth who spoke out. The knight of Fairy Island's eyes were flashing with the fire of exploding pitch tanks, but he barely blinked, and there was a smile on his lips that was not afraid of death.

In the West, few members of the Farman family and their vassals followed Lord Tywin eastward and southward. First, it was because of the special position of Fairy Island confronting the Iron Islands. Second, the Farman family once tried to disobey Casterly Rock. past.

But the little devil Tyrion Lannister, whose out-of-the-box thinking was as rebellious as his body, did not hesitate to bring a hundred Western soldiers from Fairy Island and hundreds of soldiers left by Lord Tywin. Lannister cavalry united.

"Go ashore," Davos ordered gently, "take down the iron rope."

"Ashore! ~" Mathos shouted loudly.

"Ashore!~"

"Ashore!~"

The loud shouts on the water also reached the ears of the Western Cavalry.

Ser Gareth held out his hand, and the squire handed the orange-red half-helm into his hand.

He put on his helmet, "It's not us who are eager to win, but the criminal who smuggled onions."

On the Blackwater River, before the chess players even signaled, the pirate ships of the "Prince of the Narrow Sea" approached the shore, one and two.
Davos breathed a sigh of relief. At least things were going smoothly.
"Kill!~"

The stone tower under the sea of ​​fire peeled off its stone surface and collapsed in just an instant.

Davos thought it was a problem with the stone tower itself, but unexpectedly the neighing of war horses came from the sea of ​​fire.

"Boom!~" The stone tower collapsed suddenly, and the cavalry rushed over and jumped over the ruins. The rushing spears penetrated the pirate sailors who landed rashly, and stabbed out dripping bloody holes.

The red-robed Lannister's cavalry of the West! Davos frowned tightly.

The people who landed on the shore dispersed in an instant and hurriedly ran towards the ship.

"Stabilize the formation!~" Davos shouted.

Reese's ship did not panic. The experienced pirates quickly broke away from the port, faced the Lannister soldiers horizontally, and directed rows of ballistae towards the red-eyed cavalry.

"Boom!!~" The huge crossbow arrows rushed towards the cavalry like a wild beast that escaped its cage.

The human body and the war horse peeled off into blood clots almost as soon as they touched the crossbow arrows, and the gushing blood almost staged a miracle of instantaneous blooming of roses in front of the Blackwater River.

"Woo!~" Almost at the same time as the ship counterattacked, the sound of Ming Jin's evacuation also sounded.

"Boom!~" The long arm of the catapult was raised again, this time it was thrown farther.

Beautiful, Davos was delighted in his heart. With little need for his own instructions, Salladhor Saan immediately responded in time. Both he and himself realized the entrenched cavalry hidden deep behind the stone tower and the night, and the burning asphalt tank was thrown again. out.

"Open the floodgates and let out the water!" Sir Gareth shouted.

The Lannister soldiers hiding at the end of the waterway lit the fuse, and with a loud "Boom!", the roaring black water also surged forward and spread throughout the waterway.

The asphalt tanks ended up bursting on both sides of the waterway.

Ignoring the screams of the people around him, Gareth kicked the horse lightly, and the horse quickly ran towards the damp lowland behind him.

A low roar came from King's Landing, and the flames burning in the distance seemed to form a line.

A signal, Davos thought, clenching his knuckles.

"The enemy is fleeing!" His son Mathos pointed to the stone tower.

Davos looked both ways. The stone tower defenders on both sides of the Blackwater River gave up their defense and ran towards the far side of the port.

This is a temptation, but what is the point of the iron rope? Davos thought.

The iron rope was submerged limply in the water, and he did not let out a dying whimper.

"Keep moving forward." Davos ordered, he had no retreat.

Stannis's words came to his mind again. "Tywin would never have dreamed," Stannis still couldn't hear the fluctuations of emotion in his words. He always remained low-pitched and harsh as always, even harsh in his accent and word choice, "The army I personally lead will be an army." A small force of elite soldiers, and you, Ser Davos Seaworth, lead my entire force."

Stannis's confident words filled him with confidence again. Davos took a deep breath. He must have made the Lord of King's Landing aware of his recklessness. No matter who he was, he would definitely be like Tywin. The main force is around Stannis, not in the transport ships hidden under the sails.

This is why marching late at night, he really couldn't figure out King's Landing's deployment. Similarly, King's Landing couldn't figure out the size of Dragonstone's fleet, but King Stannis's personal test gave him information about Tywin Lannister's army. , his main force in the West and the mercenaries recruited by wealth are almost all working in circles with King Stannis.

Tywin's previous deployment was almost ineffective. Kevan Lannister, the lion's accomplice, had no chance of harassing Stannis's loyal army.

This is the perfect time to take over King's Landing in one fell swoop. Davos took a deep breath.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu!~"

The war horns were blaring, the Fury, the Black Bess, the Sea Spirit, and the Sea Deer were advancing through the waves, the war drums were beating wildly, the oars were rising and falling, and the ships of the first battle line were like a thick shield wall crossing the estuary.

The river that seemed narrow in the distance is now as vast as an endless ocean, and the shadow of King's Landing that appears darker in the darkness is getting bigger and bigger. The vivid red color of the Red Fort is still clearly distinguishable, illuminated by countless torches on the walls.

"A fierce battle." Even his son Mathos, who was as young as himself, said so.

Indeed, although Davos did not say anything, he nodded lightly. The majestic Aegon Hill in front is a natural place for defense. It was a wise choice for Aegon to build a castle here. The archers stood on it. , guarding the only way to the port river.

But he did not need to go to the port. He planned to land a large number of troops on the north bank and rush to the north of King's Landing, which was empty in defense. Davos knew that King's Landing only had thousands of disorganized and weak gold-robed guards, and the defender on the opposite side, He had no idea of ​​his own military strength.

Davos calculated the speed and distance of the ship, and Mathos also realized that the fighter plane had arrived. He turned to look at his father.

"General attack." The Onion Knight spoke softly.

"Launch a general attack!~" Mathos shouted to the soldiers on the deck.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!~"

This time the war horn sounded longer than ever before, and the sound penetrated the surging foam and regular beats. Almost all the captains gave the same order.

"Speed ​​up." Davos ordered.

The mouth of the Blackwater River, an important river that almost no one can attack from the sea since Targaryen's rule, opens its skirts to the Dragonstone Fleet, the real royal fleet, without any obstruction.

The enemy ships retreated in vain, the only thing the ships could do, and Davos watched as Joffrey's fleet retreated against the current.

Lure the enemy deeper? This will not help, Davos thought. He will not go deeper at all. He will send the most elite ships to continue deep into the Port of King's Landing in order to attract the main defense of King's Landing. He will also send a large number of transport ships to land on the north shore and head towards the north of King's Landing. Go around.

In addition to the catapults fixed at the bow and stern of the ship, the ship also prepared a large number of ladders for the landing troops to climb.

"Captain," Mathos said, offering himself the helmet.

Davos put it on reluctantly, because arrows rained down from the city wall towards his deck.

The crossbow hit the deck, and the sound of broken planks rumbled. Davos was still not afraid, and he wanted to lead the ship to continue deeper.

"Counterattack!~"

The long arm of the catapult was raised again, but this time it was no longer Salladhor Saan's Valyria, but the long-dormant Fury, exclusive to the Baratheon family, a fire like a prairie fire. Swooping down from the castle, if the dragon were alive, this would be the dragon with wings spread.

The burning asphalt tank dragged a long tail of fire and hit the Blackwater River and the city wall in a parabola.

Countless crossbow bolts and arrows were fired from Joffrey's ship, but the dragon had arrived, and the flames spread out like fireworks on the deck of Joffrey's ship.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!~"

The infantry were in a mess, the sailors were rowing randomly, and countless poor ghosts were burning and running and jumping into the sea.

The first batch was not over yet, and the second batch of attacks followed.

The pitch can is thrown again.

The retreat of the enemy ships was obviously very effective. Only the Queen Alexa gradually sank to the bottom of the sea, but the remaining Joffrey's ships rushed towards King's Landing.

As they approached the city wall again, what worried Davos finally happened.

Arrows filled the sky, and the sea of ​​​​fire skyrocketed. Davos took a deep breath, and countless arrows and ballistae fired from the walls of King's Landing. The huge catapult known as the "Three Whores of King's Landing" slowly moved its stiff joints, throwing stones faster than the Fury. The car faced him with an even more terrifying throwing force.

"Boom!!~"

A large hole suddenly appeared on the deck, and a large amount of water was pouring into it.

"Keep going!" Davos insisted.

The Fury concentrated all its firepower, and the cries of tragic death of soldiers and sailors lingered on the Blackwater.

"Keep going!~" Davos shouted loudly.

The ship turned around with difficulty and advanced towards the depths of King's Landing. The right wing was completely exposed to the sight of the defenders of King's Landing.

Unfortunately, Davos saw two stone towers again, with horizontal chains standing proudly on the river.

Davos suddenly turned his head and looked at the wall of King's Landing. Almost all the longbows were turned towards him, but the Fury obviously shouldered more. No one believed that the thin Black Bess beside it was the command ship of the former army, and it was also No one believed that the commander of a naval fleet would be at the forefront.

No one in King's Landing understands naval warfare, Davos expected, because no one has yet discovered that the order for the fleet was issued by the Black Bess.

Tyrion stood at the top of the city, clenching his fists and looking toward the sea with bright eyes.

"Iron chains and ambushes are both good tactics, but I'm afraid they won't have much impact on the situation," said White Knight Barristan Selmy, who also stared at the water. "Stannis's navy cannot only Trapped here, you did not agree to the siege and gave up the first iron rope. This is also a method. At least it can make this fleet retreat in the face of difficulties, but it is too conservative."

"No," Tyrion's eyes widened, "That's too stupid."

The deformed finger pointed at Stannis's fleet on the river. Barristan looked in the direction, his brows gradually furrowed.

As if it were branching along the Blackwater River, Stannis's fleet was like a growing branch. The middle army separated from the front army. Instead of following the front army to continue down the river to get to the port, they headed straight to the northern bank of the river.

"He wants to land. How is it possible with this small force?" Barristan touched the wall and finally knitted his brows together.

Tyrion gradually retreated, and the sudden appearance of transport ships from the gaps in the Chinese army's formation made his heart sink heavily. A huge boulder from the cliff under the wall of the Red Keep weighed on his heart.

"The Wall doesn't need us anymore, Ser Barristan, we need you."

The white knight put on his helmet, "I'm going to meet the enemy."

Tyrion walked down the steps of the city wall and almost fell down in a daze. Pod quickly caught him.

There are only two possible reasons why my father has not sent the military report for a long time. One is that the battle is fierce and he has no time to look back. The other is that he has failed to find the enemy and has been dealing with the enemy.

Tyrion's face gradually turned pale. His father would always be very cautious when facing an enemy like Stannis and would not risk a fierce battle with him rashly. But if the latter is the case, it doesn't make sense at all. How could there be no trace of an army confronting each other on a battlefield where Stannis was personally in charge, so that there was no military intelligence to report?

Tyrion froze on the spot, a terrible premonition turning into fear and flowing into his chest.

The sounds of fighting and shouting also turned into the wind, and the sound was covered up by the tinnitus caused by the momentary shock.

Joffrey, his adorable nephew's voice appears inappropriately.

"My grandpa would give me the head of Uncle Stannis, my little devil uncle, tsk, I hope he comes back alive, he is already half disabled, haha!"

"Hahahaha!" The surrounding Kingsguard and gold-robed guards burst into laughter.

Tyrion came over with a solemn expression. He grabbed Joffrey's sleeve, and Merlin Tran drew his sword. "No one can be rude to the king in my eyes."

"Aim at my head as much as possible, Meryn Trant!" Tyrion said disdainfully. He turned to stare at Joffrey, ignoring his beautiful face that was trembling with panic. "Listen, I My good nephew and good king, stand here for me to stabilize the hearts of the whole army and don’t retreat."

"The enemy has arrived at the port and is crashing into the mud door!" the messenger in charge of reporting the news rushed over and shouted.

I'm afraid not only the Mud Gate, but also a large number of Stannis's troops landed from the north shore. Tyrion thought negatively.

"Bronn!~" Tyrion let go of his hand and shouted over his shoulder.

Bronn spat blood and held a long sword in his hand, "The city wall has no room for me to play. There are far more enemies than imagined. Damn it, your little king must be ready for the battlefield."

"How dare you!" Joffrey suddenly became angry and recovered from his daze when his uncle grabbed him by the collar. "Sir Meryn! Tear open the little devil's mouth for me! And this despicable mercenary!"

Merlin Tran looked at the king, then at Bronn, raised his sword symbolically, and made no further moves.

Bronn glanced at Tyrion, "What do you need from me?"

"Ser Barristan is leading his troops to the north of King's Landing. I need you to come out of the Mud Gate to meet the enemy." Tyrion said urgently.

"Damn it, it's terrible to have anything to do with you Lannister." Bronn chuckled, climbed on the horse's back, the crackle of the whip fell like a rainstorm, and the horse headed straight for the city gate.

"The reward is equally generous!" Tyrion did not forget to shout loudly behind him.

At the old city gate, the golden-robed defenders looked uneasily towards the noisy distance.

"Tell me," one of the gold cloaks asked, "can we drive that Stannis away?"

"Ser Barristan is here, what are you afraid of?" The person who answered was not worried and even whistled in response.

"Shut up, all of Stannis's ships will be buried in the Blackwater River to feed the fish!" The captain whipped his short whip at the open golden robe, "If not, you all go feed the fish!"

In an instant, Jinpao fell into silence again.

Shalorien got down from the carriage, and the convoy hid behind a house close to the city wall. He looked towards the city wall, and most of the golden robes visible were facing outwards. Obviously, the war taking place on the other side of the city was more attractive than the vigil.

They will regret this, Shalorien thought to himself.

As if he heard it wrongly, Shalorien only felt that the sound of fighting was getting closer and closer to them.

The soldiers of the Antler Society gently removed the pitch cans and olive oil barrels one by one, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Seeing the lead promised by the spider, Shalorien opened the window. The small hole that appeared on the floor caught his eye, and the lead was lying there quietly.

The apprentice took the lead and cautiously approached the city gate with oil barrels scattered around.

The arrow shot through the air and landed on the apprentice's forehead. A bloody hole suddenly appeared, and at the same time there were fights and charges.

"For Storm's End!"

There were indeed shouts on the city wall, but still not many guards seemed to notice them.

"Give these fuels to them! ~" the merchant of the Antlers Club shouted. He raised his head slightly and observed that more soldiers were still facing outside the city gate. It seemed that the enemies outside the city gate were more important.

"Clang!" "Crack!"

Pine resin, asphalt and olive oil were smashed around the city gate. The golden robe of the old city gate, which had been scraped with countless oil and water, was really going to get more oil and water now.

Turmoil spread across the city walls, and the soldiers seemed more concerned about the Antlers outside the city gates than the Antlers inside.

"Hiss, hiss~"

The flames touched the fuse, burned along, and rolled toward the cellar.

"Retreat!~" Shalorien kicked open the wooden door and waved his axe.

"Woooooooooo!~" The war trumpet sounded exactly outside the city gate, and Shalorion's eyes widened like bells. This must be Baratheon's bugle!
Ecstasy surged into his heart, he broke out of the door, and the sword fell with a sound.

With blood flowing down from his forehead, Shalorien stood there blankly and collapsed to the ground. All that was left in his life was the joy of continuing to fight and the gradually blurred white robe in his sight.

Barristan looked at the chaotic city wall and shouted loudly, "Hold on! Open the city gate!"

The man in gold robe behind him shouted loudly, "Kill!~"

However, silence enveloped the entire old city gate at the moment it was about to approach.

A flash of green light drowned out all sounds.

Human voices, object sounds, noises
Wildfire, like the hissing and howling of an emerald poisonous snake.

The ground at the gate of the city surges, rises, burns, and spreads.

The iron gate, the stone wall, the knight's armor, the cloth of the golden robe, green fire penetrated everything.

"Boom!~"

This is a true explosion, eclipsed by catapults, ballistae.

The city gate collapsed.

(End of this chapter)