Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Agni (adding updates to the leader who rewarded "Miracle_Hughes")

"Kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing sounded again.

Facing the last line of defense of Yingzui Island, the Dornishmen attacked again.

But this time, the difficulty is not comparable to the previous three times.

The smooth outer wall has nowhere to stay, and it must be climbed with the help of siege equipment such as hooks and bamboo ladders.

Moreover, the resistance of the people in Hewan was obviously more tenacious than before. Countless sharp spears were thrown down and fell on the siege team like a torrential rain, splashing bright red blood flowers.

On the top of the city, the river bend warriors brandished their swords, cut off the bamboo ladders and ropes, and at the same time smashed down stones and rolling logs to prevent the Dornishmen from climbing.

But until this time, the Riverbend people did not forget to smash those wooden barrels full of wine into the Dornish team.

It seems that this is also an essential link.

The amber wine quickly soaked the surface of the city wall and the ground, mixed with the dark red blood, forming a terrifying and dazzling color.

Urik watched all this indifferently, and his heart was calm.

A battle of this intensity really met his expectations. The behavior of the people in Hewan was so abnormal before, which made him suspicious, but now, seeing that the casualties of the Dornish soldiers under him began to surge, he felt relieved.

This level of casualties is nothing at all. What is needed most in siege warfare is patience and a ruthless heart that is not afraid of casualties.

The only thing that makes him doubtful now is the wooden barrels that keep falling from the top of the city.

He really couldn't understand why the enemy did this.

However, since the start of the war, the enemy's strange operations are not limited to this one. Urik even thinks that Sir Caesar deliberately came up with some new tricks, so that he would be suspicious and dare not go all out.

If this is the case, it can only be said that the other party made a wrong calculation.

Urik's determination in this battle is extremely firm, not only to win, but also to win a big victory!

Only in this way can he win the favor of Prince Doran, and everyone can believe that he is qualified to inherit Starfall City.

Seeing that the first wave of offensive slowed down, Urik dispatched another batch of fresh troops, not giving the defenders any chance to breathe.

The shouts of killing became fierce again, and the Dornishmen successfully climbed to the top of the city several times, but they were all stubbornly driven down by the defenders.

The corpses around the bottom of the city wall piled up more and more, and the soil under the city became soft and muddy, exuding the smell of blood and strong wine.

The sun is gradually sinking to the west, and the brilliant sunlight renders Yingzui Island at this moment like an oil painting.

Urik listened to his subordinates report the casualties with a blank face, and already knew that the castle might not be captured today.

The soldier under Sir Caesar really had some tricks.

But that's all.

Several times just now, the Dornishmen were about to rush into the city.

He believes that if there are a few more rounds of attacks tomorrow, the defenders of this castle will inevitably collapse.

Urik looked at the setting sun that was about to sink to the sea level, and gave the order to withdraw the troops.

But at the moment when the horn sounded, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the top of the city.

He carried a huge torch—

No, not a torch.

It was a two-handed warhammer, and a raging flame was burning on the huge hammer head.

Urik immediately recognized that the man was the lord of Eagle Mouth Island—Samwell Caesar!

The next moment, a scene appeared that he, and all the Dornish people present, would never forget.

The river bend knight swung his warhammer, drew a brilliant line of fire in the air, and smashed heavily on a Dorne warrior who rushed to the top of the wall.

Boom!

Amid the sound of bombardment resounding across the battlefield, the Dornish warrior exploded like a broken watermelon.

Blood, broken bones, residual limbs... were also instantly ignited, blooming like fireworks, bringing brilliant colors to this extremely terrifying scene.

The entire battlefield seemed to be paused.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the tall figure standing proudly above the city with a flaming hammer in hand.

Until the splashing sparks fell to the ground, on the outer walls, on the wine-soaked leather armor of the Dornishmen—

Boom!

Blossoming flames rose instantly, like flowers blooming.

Before the Dornishmen could react, countless burning torches fell from the top of the city, instantly adding countless blooming flowers of flame to the battlefield.

"what happened?"

Urik hadn't even recovered from the shock of the terrible knight smashing people to pieces with a single hammer. At this time, seeing the rapidly spreading flames, he was even more at a loss.

However, the knights around him were equally confused, not knowing how to answer their commander's question.

"Quick! Bring them back quickly! Withdraw the troops! Order the withdrawal!" Urik grabbed the herald beside him and shouted in his ear.

"Yes, yes, my lord!"

However, it was too late to withdraw troops at this time.

The fire spread faster than anyone expected.

In the blink of an eye, the outer wall of the castle was completely covered in flames, and the Dornish warriors climbing on it also turned into little firemen, screaming and rolling down.

Below the city has become a sea of flames, as long as the ground soaked in wine touches a spark, raging fire will ignite, mercilessly devouring the Dorne warriors standing on it.

The extremely tragic roar resounded across the battlefield. Unfortunately, no matter how much the Dornishmen rolled and fought, they couldn't extinguish the flames on their bodies. Even if they took off their burning leather armor, they couldn't escape from the sea of flames.

Moreover, this sea of flames is still spreading outward at an extremely fast speed.

The Dornish fighters in the rear were frightened out of their wits when they saw this, and ran out like crazy without waiting for the commander's order.

But how can people run too far.

In the previous battle, almost all the land within the three lines of defense was soaked with this special wine, and raging fires were ignited soon one after another.

Desperate screams were heard endlessly, and the original rich aroma of wine was replaced by the smell of barbecue.

"My lord, run!"

Urik was stunned by the purgatory-like scene in front of him, and even the servants yelling in his ear could not wake him up.

Finally, two personal guards set him up and ran out.

On the castle, Samwell held a burning sledgehammer and looked at everything in front of him expressionlessly.

Behind him, there are countless soldiers who have fallen into madness. They roared excitedly, roared, and celebrated... All the voices finally converged into a name——

"Caesar!"

Natalie couldn't help waving her petite fists, and cheered with everyone:

"Mother, mother! We won! We won! Lord Caesar is too powerful!"

Nara stared fixedly at Samwell's back, as if she had become a sculpture.

The sea of flames outside the city and the fire hammer in the knight's hand complement each other, the rising smoke coils and gathers in front of him, amidst the sound of the waves beating, the afterglow of the setting sun is reflected, all of which are solidified into a meaningful picture.

"The stars cry blood, the long night is coming..."

Nara spoke slowly, recalling the ancient prophecy passed down from Asshai,

"Azor Ahai shall be reborn in the land of smoke and salt...

He will awaken the dragon in the stone, with a flaming sword in his hand...

Leading the world to defeat the demons in the dark, ushering in the never-ending long summer..."

(end of this chapter)

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