Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 256
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the fields.

Everything in the eyes is dyed with golden light, and there are pieces of golden light floating on the stream not far away, rising and falling with the current, drifting downstream, like a purely joyful and never-tiring game.

The messenger of Jinshu City leaned against the apple tree alone, looking at the beautiful scenery under the red sun, and decided to sleep peacefully here.

The messenger is bleeding.

He couldn't walk anymore, and he didn't want to go anymore.

It's a pity that Jinshu City's request for help could not be delivered.he thought regretfully.

What will happen to Jinshu City?

He actually had a premonition in his heart.After all, he saw it that day too.

Without any warning, a huge army suddenly appeared from the south of the Mande River.The marching army lined up in an endlessly long line, holding high hundreds of golden rose banners.

The army of Gaoting, the lord of Jinshu City, did not send any crows or messengers to inform them in advance.

Jinshucheng continued to wait and see.

Under the banner of the Golden Rose, thousands of infantry lined up along the road on the east bank of the Mande River and advanced steadily.The cavalry gradually stood out from the queue, broke away from the main force, stepped across the soft grass and wheat fields, and rushed to Jinshu City here.

Just by looking at this posture, you can tell that the visitor is not good.

Jinshucheng reacted quickly.While sending guards out of the city to negotiate with this army, they are tensely gathering manpower to prepare for emergencies.

But this little preparation is obviously not enough.

In case the army outside the city came here with malicious intentions, no matter whether Jinshu City was well-defended or the gates were opened, it would have no effect on the result.

After all, there were only more than 200 guards left in Golden Tree City, and most of the Rowan family's strength was taken to Ancient Oak City by Earl Matus to guard against the Lannister Lions in the west.

For the enemy, Jinshu City is almost an empty city that can be picked at will.

One can only hope that the army to the south is friendly reinforcements, real Tyrells, and not fakes disguised under golden rose banners.

The prayer was half answered.

The golden rose flag is real.The leader of the vanguard has a familiar face, the heir of Highgarden, Vilas Tyrell.

Even though he didn't understand what had become of his lame leg so that he could steer a horse gallop like a normal person, there was no mistaking that face.Valas Tyrell, he has no reason to be an enemy of Golden Tree City.

Unfortunately, this vision was quickly shattered.

The team sent to negotiate was captured and detained by Vilas' men on the spot!A knight struggled desperately, and finally threw off the siege and ran towards the city gate, but was shot and killed by those cavalry with crossbow arrows!

Jinshu City immediately blew the horn, closed the city gate, and raised the suspension bridge.

Flocks of ravens flew out of the scholar's tower quickly, rushing in all directions with urgent news.Some letters complained of incomprehension about the status quo, while others expressed appeals or surrender.

then.

Under the order of Lady Bethany Redwyne, the courier left the city through the west gate that was about to close with a request for help, crossed the arch bridge and set foot on the west bank of the Mander River, heading for the ancient oak city further west.

Earl Matus will know everything here and bring his troops back to help.

The Messenger knows the severity.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment, and galloped at full speed on his mount. The speed was so fast that the cavalry behind him gave up their pursuit.

Before running away completely, the messenger looked back for one last time.

Jinshu City was already surrounded by golden rose flags, and the infantry team from the south gradually gathered outside the castle, wrapped layer after layer like cream on a cake, tightly pasting the center without any gaps.

It is absolutely impossible for Jinshu City to survive alone.

Messenger is clear.

No matter what Gaoting's plan is, the news must be delivered to Earl Matus who is stationed in Ancient Oak City as quickly as possible.

No more than four days at the latest, the sooner the better.

Messenger is well planned.He spared no expense in horsepower, and rushed to the Fort Lengmoun of the Weber family at full speed, and it was estimated that it would take a day.Then he changed horses there and went straight to Ancient Oak City.If there is no accident, the news will be delivered to Earl Matus in more than two days.

Unfortunately, the plan encountered a lot of resistance at the first step.

The messenger had just driven west for an hour when he saw cavalrymen in red helmets and red robes in a peach orchard beside the road.Lannister.

They also found him.

The two sides started a fierce chase.The courier galloped ahead, the Lannister cavalry in hot pursuit.

He turned into the lane, and the cavalry followed;

Now he turned to the left, now to the right, and the cavalry did the same;

Seeing the danger getting closer, he rushed into the woods, throwing himself into the thrill of dodging rows of trees and obstacles and potholes under the hooves of the horses.

After an unknown amount of time, it suddenly became clear that the messenger and his mount walked onto the gentle grass again, bathed in the bright sunshine.He gasped for breath.

There was silence all around, and only then did he realize that he had escaped the pursuers behind him.

But he also lost his way.

Fortunately, after one night, I came across a quite lively town.

He didn't let down his vigilance, and while searching for possible enemies, he asked people in the town about the way.

They told him that Old Oak had fallen, that Renly had failed, and that Lannister soldiers were everywhere now, and this town was no exception.

While he was horrified and unbelieving, he also sensed a strong danger, and he was about to get on his horse and leave immediately.

But the cavalry in the town had heard the news and rushed over.

Good luck didn't favor him this time.

Although he drove the horse to speed up a step ahead, he was injured by the random shots of crossbow arrows behind him, and the horse's buttock was also hit by an arrow.

He fled in a hurry, and the cavalry did not pursue him.

Subsequent facts proved that the cavalry's choice was correct.Injured, he could no longer complete his mission, and he couldn't even go far.

Grumpy with pain and exhaustion, the steed abandoned its master, and he trudged on foot.

The further west he went, the slower he walked.

A crossbow bolt was nailed deeply into his body from the back. Although he didn't hurt his internal organs, it made him bleed profusely and his head became dizzy.Another crossbow arrow pierced through the left forearm, which greatly delayed his action, and there was also the risk of pus.

He can only wander in the wilderness and has no way to heal himself.

He cut off the arrow shaft cruelly.

And then, the only thing to do is to wait for death, and look forward to the almost impossible miracle.

Ah.

The miracle did not happen.

Leaning on the rough tree trunk, he felt weaker and weaker all over his body, and his vision gradually blurred.

The creek water splashed, as if urging him to sleep.

Gusts of fresh wind blew by, but it made him feel sometimes submerged in ice and snow, and sometimes engulfed in the heat of the stove.

He sniffled.

The air is filled with the sweetness of apples on the trees and the fragrance of green grass.Normally, you would have to eat four or five apples anyway.

But he can no longer waste his energy getting up and picking.

At most, he reached out and took out the letter from his arms.

He hasn't read the contents of the letter yet, but at this point, it doesn't matter.

He relaxed and leaned against the trunk.

After raising the field of vision, there seems to be a line of blood on the sky of Huoshaoyun.

Is it hallucination?

He blinked.Still.

That thread of blood started from the northwest, with a long trail to the southeast, brighter than any star.

Miracle, huh...

He lowered his arms, and there was no movement at all, only his eyes reflected the flowing comet in the sky, and the almost stagnant leaking blood flow.

for a long time.

A brightly colored butterfly flew over and landed on his palm, licking the blood repeatedly.

(End of this chapter)