Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 259 Deterrence

"Roar-"

  Cleopatra let out a roar in cooperation.

  The fiery breath with the smell of sulfur soon permeated the entire hall, making the nobles of the storm feel awe-inspiring.

"I know some of you are still dissatisfied." Samwell continued, "After all, you have stayed in Storm's End since the start of the war and have not fought against the army of the Reach. Well, Hewan wins without force.

  So, now I will give you one more chance.

  A chance for a fair fight. "

   As he spoke, Samwell got up slowly, put his hands on the long table, and looked down at the crowd:

"Anyone who is willing to fight for the Baratheon family, please stand up. As long as you can defeat me, I will immediately lead the army to withdraw from Storm's End, otherwise, you must kneel before me and swear allegiance to me! Just like your ancestors did three hundred years ago!"

   As soon as the voice fell, the scene was silent

  The nobles of the Stormlands did not move in the face of Samwell's challenge.

  After all, Samwell's reputation is too great. The legendary deeds of beheading four white knights in the sky and the city were sung by the bards, and the knights of the Seven Kingdoms have long recognized the horror of this man.

  In addition, in the battle between Stormland and River Bend, Samwell also displayed extremely terrifying personal strength on the battlefield. Even those who had doubts about the Tianjicheng incident had to admit—

  Caesar should be the most powerful knight in Westeros.

  Sir Lomas, who was very arrogant just now, hesitated for a while, but failed to muster the courage after all.

  He doesn't want to die.

  I thought it would provoke the aristocratic district of the storm to oppose the people of Hewan, but unexpectedly, Caesar calmed down the audience with a few words.

   After a long silence, someone finally moved—

   "Beauty" Brienne Tars.

  I saw her get up and come to Samwell, raised the long sword with both hands, and said loudly:

   "Lord Caesar, Brienne of the Tarth family is willing to offer her loyalty to you!"

  Samwell remembered that this woman had said in Bronze Gate City that she would be loyal to the owner of Storm's End, and now that she captured Storm's End, she really fulfilled her promise.

   "I accept your allegiance."

   Just when Brienne was about to get up, she suddenly found a huge sword shining red and golden light on her shoulder.

  She froze for a moment, raised her head, and saw Samwell looking at herself with a smile, and said in her mouth:

"Brennie from the Tarth family, are you willing to become a knight of the seven gods? From today onwards, you will fight for the dignity of the weak, for the safety of women and children, and for the glory of the king, no matter what the future is No matter how humble the future is, you will always stick to your beliefs and live up to your mission.”

   Brienne froze in place, as if she couldn't believe that the person in front of her wanted to make herself a knight!

  There has never been a female knight in the history of Westeros.

  Even her biological father was unwilling to give her canonization.

   She has always been seen as an alien, a monster in a man's armor, a woman who dreams of becoming a knight.

   Today, this dream is really about to come true.

   This legendary Knight of the Reach, who just conquered Storm's End, is willing to enshrine her!

   "I do!" Brienne said loudly, her tone trembling.

"I, Samwell Caesar, canonize Brienne Tarth as a knight under the witness of the seven gods, I ask you to be just in the name of the Father, to be merciful in the name of the Holy Mother, to be brave in the name of the warrior, In the name of the old woman and the maiden, I ask you to protect women and children and do justice.

   Arise, Ser Brienne. "

   Brienne stood up slowly, her face flushed already.

   "Caesar, you actually canonized a woman as a knight, what a big joke!" Sir Lomas sneered.

   "The real joke is that you might not even be able to beat a woman." Samwell retorted, "Lomas, if you dare not fight me, how dare you fight Sir Brienne?"

   "With her?" Sir Lomas looked strange.

"Yes." Samwell nodded earnestly, "I choose Sir Brienne Tars as my proxy knight. You nominate a proxy knight, and if you can win her, I will let you go free. So, Sir Lomas, would you like to try?"

   Sir Lomas did not take over.

  Because he knows how powerful this crazy woman is.

   Brienne Tass is regarded as an outlier and suffers from various ridicules, largely because she is too good at fighting.

   Men can't accept a woman becoming a knight, let alone accept that they can't beat this woman.

  Lomas knew he couldn't beat Brienne, so he dodged his eyes and said:

   "I... my hand was wounded. What knight would fight for the honor of the Stormlands?"

  He looked around, but no one answered.

   Sir Lomas suddenly became more ashamed and angry, and raised his volume:

   "Don't you all have the guts to stand up? Have you forgotten your oath? Have you forgotten the pride of the people of the Stormlands?"

  At this moment, Sir Simon Dondarrion stepped forward.

  He didn't really want to fight for House Baratheon, otherwise he wouldn't have been thrown into the dungeon before, but he didn't want to bend his knee to a Reach man either.

   What's more, if no one really stands up, then the news of today's scene will completely embarrass the Stormland Knight.

  Simon does not fight for the Baratheon family, but only for the pride of the Stormlanders.

   "I'll fight you."

   "Okay!" Brienne replied loudly.

  Samwell waved to the soldiers to equip them with weapons.

  Simon put on his armor, held his long sword in front of him, and saluted. The next moment, he rushed out.

  The fine steel long sword pulls out a swift flower of death.

  The two swords intersected, making a clang.

  Simon felt the trembling of his hand bones, and secretly frightened—

  This woman is really strong!

   Immediately, an inexplicable shame and anger rose in his heart, and the long sword in his hand was like a living thing, waving it continuously.

   One after another, continuously.

   Brienne fought and retreated, and he followed closely, attacking constantly, trying to defeat this opponent with the most violent attack.

  The long swords intersected again and again, splashing out little sparks.

  Pricking, teasing, cutting, chopping, chopping... Simon used all the sword skills he had learned and poured them on the woman like a torrential rain.

  However, the woman's long sword was swung so impenetrably that the rain could not enter.

  Simon actually started to pant.

  Time passed in the clash of long swords, and at the same time, Simon's strength also passed.

   On the surface, it looked like Simon was pressing down on his opponent, but before he knew it, he was already sweating profusely.

  Brienne was calmly defending, maintaining her strength, and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

  Finally, she felt the weakening of the man's strength. With a low growl, she charged forward suddenly, dancing wildly with her long sword, changing positions in an instant.

  She swept across with one blow and slashed on Simon's helmet.

  铛—

  The violent impact made Simon dizzy for a while.

  Damn it! I can't lose to a woman!

  Simon roared and pushed the woman back again.

   But his shoulders were starting to go numb, his wrists were starting to ache, and each blow was getting heavier and heavier.

   I must have been in the dungeon too long! Simon thought angrily, how could I be inferior to a woman!

  铛—

  Simon was staggered by the cut, and before he regained his balance, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

   Then he was kicked in the stomach by the hateful woman.

  Boom!

  Simon fell to the ground on his back, feeling pain like a dislocated right arm.

   Brienne flung herself on top of him, threw back his visor with her sword, and roared:

   "Surrender!"

  Simon gasped in pain, and finally said in an extremely difficult tone:

"I surrender…"

   Brienne got up now, retracted the long sword, turned around and bowed to Samwell.

  Samwell smiled slightly at her, and then his eyes slowly swept across the faces of the dejected princes of the storm, and said:

   "You lost. Now, swear allegiance to me!"

  The hall was quiet for a moment, and then, Earl Elton Ismond, the lord of Greenstone Island, stood up first and walked forward.

"Honor Samwell Caesar, the Ismond family of Greenstone Island is willing to serve you." Earl Elton knelt on one knee and placed the long sword at Samwell's feet, "Our long sword will always be You wave it!"

   "I accept the allegiance of the Esmond family." Samwell placed the giant sword on Earl Elton's shoulder and tapped it lightly.

  Subsequently, Sir Gladwell also stepped forward to pledge his allegiance.

  Then came the knights of the Tarth family, then the Metelin family, the Fell family...even the two knights of the Baratheon family came to Samwell to swear allegiance.

   Soon, a total of fifty-seven Stormland knights in Storm's End put their long swords at Samwell's feet.

  The long swords were shining with cold light, and some were stained with blood, like a forest of steel.

  Samwell suddenly understood a little bit how "Conqueror" Aegon Targaryen used dragon flames to melt the enemy's long sword into the Iron Throne.

  This is conquest!

   Of course, Samwell is still a long way from truly conquering the Stormlands.

   Not all the nobles in the Stormlands were present, and the Riverbend Army did not capture all the castles in the Stormlands this time, but he was not far from his goal.

  Stormland can no longer organize large-scale resistance.

  And with Storm's End in hand, Samwell also has the confidence to make the princes of the Stormlands swear allegiance.

  The scene that happened today will gradually disintegrate the will to resist of the rest of the Stormland nobles.

  Samwell now has to withdraw his troops to deal with the internal disputes in the river bend, but when he returns, it must be the day of real conquest.

   "Earl Elder." Samwell ordered, "You are responsible for rectifying the surrendered army in Storm's End, and follow me to the river bend tomorrow morning."

   "Yes, my lord." Earl Elder took the order to leave.

   "Go and prepare, too." Samwell said to the stormy knights, "Follow me to the river bend tomorrow morning."

"yes!"

  Samwell certainly would not keep these stormland knights and troops in Storm's End. Although these people have sworn allegiance, their loyalty still needs to be tested.

He is going to take away the army of Storm's End and replace it with the troops he brought from Eagle's Beak Isle and Starfall City to garrison. In this way, no matter what happens in Stormlands during his departure, at least this politically significant city will be garrisoned. None of the core castles will be lost.

  Samwell is also planning to appoint his younger brother Dickon as the acting castellan of Storm's End, but his younger brother is seriously injured after all, and Samwell is going to hand over the daily defense to his three knights—

   Lucas Dane, Chiman Huya, Brienne Tass.

  Samwell's eyes stayed on Cheeman's cold face that concealed madness for a moment, and he still felt that it would be better for this mad dog to be with him.

  However, if there are only two knights left, there may be insufficient manpower.

   After thinking for a while, Samwell turned to Kathu, the attendant behind him.

This young man, also from the Huya tribe, has been Samwell's servant for almost three years. He has worked hard and worked hard. Although he has not made any great achievements, at least he has followed closely every time Samwell charged into battle. is behind.

   "Katu." Sam Wells said, "Choose a family name for yourself."

  Katu was stunned for a moment, and then fell into ecstasy.

  Of course he knew that this meant that he could finally become a knight!

   Following Samwell these years, Kathu is looking forward to this day all the time.

"Lord Caesar." Katu came to Samwell and knelt down, but glanced at the expressionless uncle Qiman, with an unconcealable hatred flashing across his face, and then said loudly, "Of course my family name is Huya, the real Huya!"

"Okay." Samwell put the giant sword on Katu's shoulder and said, "Katu Huya, I will make you a knight with the title of Viscount Yingzuiyu. May you live up to this trust and stick to this honor .”

  Ser Kato Huya stood up, his face flushed with excitement.

  Samwell said: "You, together with Sir Brienne and Sir Lucas, will stay in Storm's End and be in charge of city defense."

   "Yes, my lord!"