Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

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's 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 Shalorien looked at them. Their tense muscles and erratic eyes revealed their state of mind at this time. The panic and nervousness were mixed with 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 jumped into the air on the golden plain.

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

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

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

"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.”

"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 cruelty and cruelty, King Robert's punishing war hammer has been reduced to a human skin dagger and a head-piercing crossbow that tortures the weak and women! The fire of anger burns injustice, burns sin, and red! The owner of the castle is exactly the same as these, the queen mother who is a self-consciously corrupt prostitute, the perverted and ignorant tyrannical king, and the devil monkey with a deformed head full of obscene sins! "

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

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

"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 Castle on the hill has been swallowed by the ocean of crime. Joffrey is definitely not an orthodox Baratheon! Justice and law are in the hearts of the people! The direction lies with Stannis!"

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

The horses neighed, the wheels rolled, the night was quiet, and the city gate was getting closer and closer.

The tide of the Blackwater River almost capsized a boat. Davos steadied himself, the old green leather wind behind him getting wet from the waves and slumped to his cloth armor.

He insisted not to wear the heavy armor brought by his attendants. Davos whispered to his attendants that these gorgeous armors were only useful on the sea except for being fancy, and they could only help sink to the bottom of the sea and could not be salvaged.

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.

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.

The narrow river channel suppresses one's own advantage to the 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 looked across the mouth of the Blackwater River. There was no Stannis army on the 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 grasped the knuckles of his hand harder and looked forward solemnly.

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

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

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

The Fury's sails shimmered 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.

This is a great honor, Davos thought.

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

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

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

One hundred oar blades entered the water at the same time. "Plop!" The sound of the oars 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.

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.

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 didn't 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. Salladhor Saan's pirate ships were gathered together. The Valyrian ship of this "Prince of the Narrow Sea" was even similar in size to King Stannis' Wrath, and its experience was far greater. 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 gained the king's great trust 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 before 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 tense 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 arrow with a 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 if they 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, running towards the ship in a hurry.

"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 had escaped from 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 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. 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 to both sides. 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 troops, and you, Ser Davos Seaworth, lead the entire force."

Stannis's confident words once again filled him with confidence. 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.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!~"

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 line of battle 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 this.

Indeed, although Davos did not say anything, he nodded lightly. The high hill of Aegon 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 didn't 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 undefended. Davos knew that King's Landing only had thousands of disorganized and weak gold cloak guards, and he didn't know the strength of the opposing garrison commander.

Davos calculated the speed and distance of the ship, and Mathos also realized that the opportunity had arrived. He turned and looked at his father.

"General attack." The Onion Knight whispered.

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

"Ah woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo! ~"

This time the war horn was longer than any other time, and the sound penetrated the surging white foam and the neat slapping. Almost all the captains gave the same order.

"Speed ​​up." Davos ordered.

The Blackwater Estuary, an important river that almost no one could break from the sea since the Targaryen rule, opened its skirt to the Dragonstone Fleet, the real royal fleet, without any hindrance.

The enemy ships retreated in vain. This was the only thing these ships could do. Davos watched Joffrey's fleet retreat upstream.

Lure the enemy deep into the city? This is useless, Davos thought. He would not go deeper at all. He would send the most elite ships to go deeper into King's Landing Port to attract the main defense of King's Landing, and send a large number of transport ships to land on the north bank and go around the north of King's Landing.

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

"Captain," said Mathos, handing him a helmet.

Davos reluctantly put it on because raindrops of arrows had already been shot from the city wall to his own deck.

The crossbow hit the deck, and the sound of the broken wood boards rumbled. Davos was still not afraid. He wanted to lead the big ship to go deeper.

"Counterattack!"

The long arm of the catapult was raised again, but this time it was no longer the Valyria of Salladhor Saan, but the long-silent Fury, the exclusive of the Baratheon family. The flames of rage swooped down on the castle. If there were dragons in the world, this would be a dragon with wings spread.

The burning pitch can dragged a long tail of fire and smashed into the Blackwater River and the city wall in a parabola.

Joffrey's ship, countless crossbows and arrows were shot, but the dragon had arrived, and the flames were like blooming fireworks, spreading on the deck of Joffrey's ship.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!~"

The infantry was in chaos, the sailors paddled randomly, and there were countless poor ghosts who burned and jumped into the sea.

The first batch of attacks had not yet ended, and the second batch of attacks followed.

The pitch can was thrown again.

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

When approaching the city wall again, what Davos was worried about finally happened.

Arrows all over the sky, a sea of ​​fire in the sky. Davos took a deep breath. Countless arrows and crossbows were fired from the walls of King's Landing. The huge catapults known as the "Three Whores of King's Landing" slowly moved their stiff joints, and the throwing force was more terrifying than that of the catapults on the Fury.

"Boom! ~"

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

"Keep going!" Davos insisted.

The Fury concentrated all its firepower, and the screams of the soldiers and sailors who died tragically lingered on the surface of the Blackwater River.

"Keep going! ~" Davos shouted loudly.

The ship turned around with difficulty and headed deep into King's Landing Harbor, with the right wing completely exposed to the sight of the defenders of King's Landing.

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

Davos suddenly turned his head to look at the King's Landing wall. Almost all the longbows were turned towards him, but the Fury was obviously responsible for more. No one believed that the thin Black Bess on the side was the command ship of the front army, and no one believed that the commander of the naval fleet would sit in the front line.

No one in King's Landing understood naval warfare, Davos guessed, because no one had discovered that the fleet's order was issued by Black Bess.

Tyrion stood on the top of the city, clenched his fists, and looked at the sea with a sharp gaze.

"Chains and ambushes are good tactics, but I'm afraid they won't have much impact on the situation," said White Knight Barristan Selmy, who was also staring at the water. "Stannis's navy can't just be trapped here. You disagreed with the siege and gave up the first chain. This is also a way to at least make this fleet retreat, but it's too conservative."

"No," Tyrion widened his eyes, "too stupid."

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

As if it was forking along the Blackwater River, Stannis's fleet was like a growing branch. The central army separated from the front army, and did not follow the front army to continue downstream to the port, but went straight to the north bank of the river.

"He wants to land, how can this force be possible." Barristan touched the parapet, and his brows were finally twisted together.

Tyrion gradually retreated, and the transport ships that suddenly appeared from the gaps in the central army made his heart sink, like a huge cliff rock under the Red Castle wall pressing on his heart.

"The wall doesn't need us anymore, Sir Barristan, we need you"

The White Knight put on his helmet, "I'll go to meet the enemy."

Tyrion walked down the steps of the wall, almost staggering in a trance, and Pod quickly supported him.

There are only two possible reasons why his father didn't send the military report for a long time. One is that the battle was fierce and he had no time to look back, and the other is that he failed to find the enemy and was dealing with the enemy.

Tyrion's face gradually turned pale. His father would always be very cautious when facing an enemy like Stannis. He would never risk a fierce battle with him. But if it was the latter, it didn't make sense at all. How could there be no trace of the army fighting on the battlefield where Stannis was personally in charge, so that there was no military intelligence to report?

Tyrion was stunned, and the terrible premonition turned into fear and flowed into his heart.

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

Joffrey, his lovely nephew's voice appeared inappropriately.

"My grandfather will give me the head of Uncle Stannis. My little devil uncle, tut, I hope he comes back alive. He is already half-crippled, haha!"

"Hahaha!" The surrounding Kingsguard and gold cloak guards burst into laughter.

Tyrion came over, his expression solemn. He grabbed Joffrey's sleeve, and Meryn Trant 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 his head and stared at Joffrey, not paying attention to his pretty face that was trembling in panic. "Listen, my good nephew, good king, stand here and stabilize the morale of the whole army. Don't retreat."

"The enemy has arrived at the port and is rushing towards the Mud Gate!" The messenger responsible for reporting the news rushed over and shouted.

I'm afraid it's not just the Mud Gate. A large number of Stannis's troops landed from the north bank. Tyrion thought negatively.

"Bron!~" Tyrion let go of his hand and turned back to shout.

Bronn spat blood, holding a long sword in his hand, "The city wall doesn't give me any room to play. There are far more enemies than I thought. Damn it, your little king must be ready to go to the battlefield."

"You dare!" Joffrey suddenly got angry, and came back to his senses from being grabbed by his uncle's collar. "Ser Meryn! Tear the mouth of the little devil for me! And this lowly sellsword!"

Meryn Trant looked at the king, then at Bronn, and symbolically raised his long sword without taking any further action.

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

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

"Damn it, it's really fatal to be related to you Lannisters." Bronn chuckled, climbed on the horse's back, and the "crack" sound of the whip fell like a rainstorm, and the warhorse went straight to the city gate.

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

At the old city gate, the golden cloak guards looked anxiously at the noisy distance.

"Tell me," a golden cloak asked, "can we drive that Stannis away?"

"Ser Barristan is here, what's there to be afraid of." The person who answered was not worried, and even whistled in response.

"Shut up, Stannis's ships will be buried in the Blackwater River to feed the fish!" The captain's short whip hit the golden cloak who spoke, "If not, you will go to feed the fish!"

Instantly, the golden cloak fell silent again.

Sharolion got out of the carriage. The convoy hid behind the house near the city wall. He looked at the city wall. Most of the golden cloaks in sight were facing outward. Obviously, the war happening at the other end of the city was more attractive than the night watch.

They will regret this, Sharolion thought to himself.

It seemed as if he had heard it wrong. Sharolion only felt that the sound of fighting was getting closer and closer to them.

The soldiers of the Antlers Society gently took away the asphalt cans and olive oil barrels one by one, not daring to make any noise.

The spider promised the fuse. Sharolion opened the window. The small hole on the floor attracted his attention. The fuse lay quietly there.

The apprentice led the way, with oil barrels scattered around, and approached the city gate carefully.

The arrow broke through the air and fixed on the apprentice's forehead. A blood hole appeared immediately, and at the same time, there was fighting and charging.

"For Wind's End!"

The people on the city wall were indeed shouting, but it seemed that not many guards noticed them.

"Give them these fuels! ~" The merchant of the Deer Horn Society shouted. He looked up slightly and observed that more soldiers were still facing the outside of the city gate, as if the enemy outside the city gate was more important.

"Bang!" "Crack!"

Resin, asphalt and olive oil hit around the city gate. The old city gate gold robe that had scraped countless oil and water now really wanted to get more oil and water.

The riot spread on the city wall. The soldiers seemed to care more about the people outside the city gate than the Deer Horn people in the city.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss~"

The flame touched the fuse, and it burned and rolled towards the cellar.

"Retreat!~" Sharolion kicked the wooden door open with one foot, swinging the axe.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo!~" The war horn sounded outside the city gate, and Sharolion's eyes widened like copper bells. This must be Baratheon's military horn!

Ecstasy surged in his heart, he broke through the door, and the long sword fell in response.

Blood flowed from his forehead, Sharolion stood there in a daze, and collapsed to the ground. Before he died, he only had the joy of continuing to fight and the white robe that gradually blurred in his sight.

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

The golden robe behind him shouted loudly, "Kill!~"

However, silence enveloped the entire old city gate at the moment of approaching.

A touch of green light drowned out all sounds.

Voices, sounds of things, and noises

Wildfire, like the hissing and howling of an emerald snake.

It surged, rose, burned, and spread underground at the gate of the city.

Iron gates, stone walls, knights' armor, golden robes, green fire penetrated everything.

"Boom!~"

This was a real explosion, eclipsing the catapults, the three prostitutes of the King's Landing, and the crossbows.

The city gate collapsed with a loud bang.