Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 457 Offering a City

  Samwell sipped the wine in his glass, looking at the man in front of him with a half-smile:

   "Are you not worried that I will deprive you of your title?"

   "I believe you will make a wise decision." Roose Bolton said flatly, "I also know that you have a good personal relationship with Ed Stark, but with all due respect, if you don't want to repeat the mistakes of your predecessors, you'd better limit the power of the Stark family."

   "My ancestors?"

   "Targaryen." Roose Bolton said in a deep tone, "Although you have changed your surname to Caesar, everyone knows that you are a descendant of a true dragon, and the original dragon family was driven out of Westeros by the Fish, Wolf, Deer and Eagle Alliance?"

  Samwell smiled noncommittally, motioning for the other party to continue.

   Roose Bolton swallowed a sip of wine and continued:

   "From my point of view, your power and base are all in the south. Even if the four northern regions surrender to your forces now, their loyalty is still worrying. Especially the three families of the Fish, Wolf and Eagle. They have established a strong blood relationship through marriage, and their territories are connected together. The mad king Aerys will turn a blind eye to such an alliance and even provoke it. You know his final fate.

   Now that you are about to ascend the Iron Throne, even if you don't care about the past of the Reaver War, you should be wary of the three alliances in the north. "

  Samwell asked in a playful tone:

   "I can't trust Stark, can I trust Bolton?"

   "At least the Bolton family's influence in the north is not as deep as that of the Stark family, and they don't have much connection with the valley and the riverlands..."

   "If I remember correctly, you married the granddaughter of Walder Frey, the lord of Twin River City in the riverland." Samwell interrupted.

   "How can the Frey family's prestige in the riverlands compare with that of the Tully family? Although Tywin Lannister made Walder Frey the guardian of the riverlands, if I'm not wrong, you should still be more inclined to let the Tully family continue to rule the riverlands?"

  This Samwell can't deny it.

   Roose Bolton concluded: "In any case, the Bolton family is definitely not as threatening to you as the Stark family. If you don't want to see the three northern borders become monolithic again, letting me continue to serve as the guardian of the northern border is the best choice.

  Especially now that winter is approaching, and a terrible threat will come from the north. Eddard Stark has become a night watchman, and the youngest son left behind is only seven years old, and he is unable to lead the North at all. "

  Samwell was slightly surprised:

   "So, you also believe that the ghosts will come?"

   "Yes. The Dreadfort is not far from the Great Wall, and I know the situation in the north better than most of the southern nobles." Roose Bolton said, "Because of this, you don't have to worry about my sincerity. If the White Walkers break through the Great Wall, my territory will definitely be the first to be wrecked. Therefore, I, more than your southern nobles, hope to end the civil war as soon as possible and unite with the outside world."

  Samwell nodded thoughtfully, and asked again:

   "What is the current situation of the Great Wall?"

   "It's terrible." Roose Bolton said, "The previous commander-in-chief of the Night Watch, Jeor Mormont, has died outside the Great Wall, and Ed Stark has become the new commander-in-chief through election.

  Mance Rayder, the king beyond the Wall, has commanded a hundred thousand savages to go south. According to them, unspeakable terror has appeared in the far north, and fleeing is their only choice.

  But the night watchmen refused to allow the wildlings to pass through the Great Wall. This is their duty, and the two sides are fighting fiercely.

  In addition, Stannis Baratheon has led his last two thousand troops to the Great Wall to help the Night Watchmen. Even so, their strength is far inferior to that of the wildlings. If it were not for the protection of the Great Wall, Castle Black would have fallen long ago.

  Although the Great Wall has not been breached yet, it seems that it will not last long.

   What's more, as the cold winter wind blows, the legendary horror may really come. The entire continent of Westeros will face a terrible threat.

  Compared with it, any dispute between us seems meaningless and ridiculous. "

  Samwell smiled and said: "Lord Luce, you are an excellent lobbyist."

   "You're flattering yourself, Your Majesty." Roose Bolton said respectfully, "I'm just stating the facts."

  At this time, the guard came again and reported:

   "Your Majesty, King Tommen led a group of nobles out of the city to surrender."

  Roose Bolton immediately congratulated:

   "Congratulations, Your Majesty, now you are the one everyone expects!"

  Samwell had expected this, so he acted indifferently.

   "It is a blessing for the people of the Seven Kingdoms to be able to end this war as soon as possible." Samwell put down his wine glass and stood up.

  Roose Bolton also stood up.

   "Let's go. Let's meet the king of the Lannister family and the northern nobles." Samwell turned his head to look at the lord of the Dreadfort, "Lord Luce, I will consider your suggestion. However, I also have my own ideas on how to deal with the three northern regions. You will understand in due course."

   Roose Bolton's eyes flickered slightly, but he could only bow his head and respond:

   "Yes, Your Majesty."

  At this time, outside the west gate of King's Landing, the young King Tommen was holding the hand of his uncle Tyrion Lannister, standing in the front row of the queue, his round face pale.

  Soldiers holding double-headed eagle flags lined up on both sides of the road in full armor, and the spears and swords in their hands shone coldly in the sun.

   "Don't be afraid." Tyrion squeezed his nephew's sweaty hand, "Caesar will not do anything to you. At most, take off your crown."

   "Actually, I don't want to wear the crown for a long time, but it's too heavy." Tommen seemed relieved.

   "Such a clever boy." Tyrion nodded appreciatively.

  At this time, with a burst of suppressed exclamation behind him, a white dragon rose from the camp outside the city and quickly approached.

   Soon, the shadow it cast will cover all the nobles who left the city.

  The furnace-like hot wind whizzed by, forcing people to close their eyes and squeeze their nose and mouth.

  Boom!

  The dragon fell heavily, and the earth trembled accordingly.

   Seeing such a huge monster appear in front of them, no one can completely keep calm.

  The nobles lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly into the dragon's blood-red eyes.

  Although they have heard about Caesar's dragon long ago, it is one thing to hear about it, and another thing to actually see it.

   The awe of Caesar took root unconsciously.

  Samwell leaped from the dragon's back and stood just in front of King Tommen.

  The young king seemed to be startled by the dragon, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were staring straight. Even Samwell didn't respond when he came to him.

  Tyrion coughed lightly, and saluted first:

   "Your Majesty Caesar, the Lannister family is willing to surrender to you."

  While speaking, he pressed his nephew's head forcibly, making him bow too.

  When Tommen raised his head again, he seemed to have finally come to his senses. He quickly took off the golden crown on his head, handed it to Samwell, and said:

   "Give you the crown, can I ride a dragon?"

  Samwell looked at the young king with great interest for a while, and finally took the crown from the other party, and said with a smile:

"sure."

  Hearing this, many nobles in the rear were secretly relieved.

   "Now?" Tommen called excitedly.

  Samwell laughed loudly, hugged the little fat man in front of him, and led him to jump onto the back of the dragon.

  Cleopatra vibrates her wings, blows up a scorching gust of wind, and immediately soars into the sky.

  Toman watched the city of King's Landing getting smaller and smaller under his feet, and screamed excitedly:

   "Can it be a little higher! A little higher!"

  Samwell didn't speak, but stared in the direction of Blackwater Bay, his face became extremely solemn.

  There, a strange storm is sweeping towards King's Landing City at an extremely fast speed.

  Boom!

  Countless lights filled the dark red sky, and in a daze, Samwell seemed to see a huge eye, a blood-red eye, and a strange eye.

  The wind came suddenly, bringing the smell of blood,

  A taste of witchcraft.