Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 271 Infiltrating

  The High Court under the night was silent.

  The torches are like stars scattered in the night sky, they are rebel soldiers patrolling.

   "Did you hear anything?" asked a rebel soldier.

   "It seems to be the sound of the wind."

   "Why do I think it's the sound of flapping wings, I guess it's some kind of big bird."

   "Why didn't you say it was a dragon."

  Hearing this, the faces of several people changed slightly.

  Because they knew that Samwell Caesar had a dragon, the rebel officer specially emphasized to be careful that the dragon would take people over the city wall and fly directly into the castle.

  Several patrolling soldiers put their warning whistles near their mouths, ready to blow them at any time, and then walked towards the direction of the sound.

  The darkness is so intense that the torch in his hand can only illuminate a few steps away.

  The air suddenly became hot and dry, and there seemed to be a fire burning ahead.

   Is it really a dragon?

  A few people were apprehensive, and they unconsciously tightened their swords.

   "Lakqumos."

   It seemed that there was a sound suddenly sounded from the darkness, and the surrounding air suddenly stirred, and strands of it drilled into the ears of the soldiers like worms.

   "Who's over there!" A patrolling soldier couldn't help shouting.

   "It's me! Mace Tyrell! Don't, don't shoot arrows!" A chubby figure stumbled out of the darkness.

   "Master Inflatable Fish?" The soldier saw the other's face clearly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you come here?"

   "You don't want to escape, do you?" Another person said with a stern tone.

   "No, no..." Duke Mace waved his hands again and again, but his tone was flustered.

   "Sure enough, I want to escape!" A soldier snorted coldly and stepped forward, kicking Duke Metz to the ground.

  Thinking that they were so frightened by such a useless duke just now, anger and shame welled up in their hearts.

   "Don't hit me, don't hit me..." Duke Mace yelled, "I have important news for Madam Egwene, really, very important news!"

   Several soldiers looked at each other and finally stopped.

   "Okay. But you better have some important news, otherwise, hum."

   "Of course, of course... how dare I deceive Madam Egwene..." Duke Mace looked submissive.

  …

  In the castle hall, a fierce quarrel is taking place at this time.

   "Withdraw troops? Why withdraw troops?" Countess Egwene Oakheart asked in a sharp voice.

   "We came to the Reach just to plunder, and we are not interested in your power games." Lord Balon Greyjoy said, "Now that the robbing is over, of course we should go."

   "No! You can't go!"

   "Can't go?" King Balon laughed wildly, "What are you? How dare you order me? Tell you, even if Tywin is here, he would not dare to speak to me in such an orderly tone!"

   "Okay, okay, you two, there's no need to quarrel." Sir Steve Lannister hurriedly persuaded, "We all have a common enemy, and we can't make a mess first."

"Okay, Steve. You don't need to talk nonsense with me anymore." King Balon looked like he didn't want to give anyone face, "The army of the River Bend is about to surround Highgarden. If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave. gone."

   After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at his younger brother Victarion Greyjoy, and ordered:

   "Arrange the withdrawal of the troops. Before dawn, all ironmen must return to the Mander River."

   "Yes." Victarion agreed, turned and left.

  Mrs. Egwene was livid with anger.

  Sir Stafford had no choice but to comfort him: "Actually, the withdrawal of the ironborn will not have much impact. Anyway, with those hostages in hand, the armies outside the Riverbend dare not attack the city. Madam Egwen, let's talk to them slowly."

   Madam Egwene was about to say something when she saw several soldiers escorting Duke Metz in.

   "Ma'am, the inflatable fish was caught by us when it tried to escape just now. He said he has important news to tell you."

   "Escape?" Madam Egwene frowned, "Who is on duty in his room today?"

   "Should be Cruise and Bree."

   "Cut!" Madam Egwene said angrily, as if she wanted to vent the anger she received from King Balon just now.

   "Yes." A knight of the Oakheart family led the order to leave.

   Madam Egwen looked at Duke Metz and asked coldly:

   "Inflatable fish, do you really need me?"

   "Of course." Duke Mace nodded repeatedly.

  Samwell knew that he had to act quickly, otherwise when the rebels saw the real inflatable fish in the room, they would realize that he was a fake.

  Using the ruby ​​given by Melisandre last time to disguise as an inflatable fish and go deep into the enemy's interior is his plan this time.

   It's a little risky, but if it succeeds, it will completely resolve the crisis of civil unrest in the river bay.

   "I have a big secret. Do you want to know the secret about how Caesar hatched the dragon?"

   "Say." Madam Egwene said.

  Even Sir Stafford and King Balon also looked over, obviously very interested in it.

   Duke of Metz shook his head and said:

   "I can't give you this secret for nothing."

  Madam Egwen snorted softly: "Inflatable fish, what do you want?"

   "Let the Tyrells out of town. I'll tell you the secret."

  Sir Stafford laughed loudly: "Inflatable fish, you are not completely brainless. However, it is too naive to try to deceive us with such a trick."

   King Balon also sneered and said, "We don't know whether your so-called secret is true or not, and you still want us to let people go?"

   "I'm still in your hands." Duke Metz said with a flattering smile, "How dare I lie to you."

  Sir Stafford said: "Well, let's release the female members of the Tyrell family from the city, and you tell us the secret."

   "And my two sons, Vilas and Garland."

   "Impossible!" Madam Egwene firmly refused.

  The Duke of Metz sighed, seeing the resolute attitude on the other side, he had no choice but to say:

   "Okay. I'll only tell one person, though."

   "A boring trick!" Madam Egwen lost her patience, "Inflatable fish, you don't know any secrets at all, but you just want to use it to provoke?"

  The Duke of Metz quickly said: "Of course I know. One of the conditions for Caesar to marry my daughter is to hand over the secret of hatching the dragon."

  Steve took a few steps forward and said, "Okay, then tell me, I promise to release all the female members of the Tyrell family."

   "Tell me!" King Baron clearly said he didn't believe it before, but now he stepped forward quickly, "Inflatable fish, tell me, I will protect your life!"

   "He's lying to you!" Madam Egwene reminded sharply.

  Sir Stafford also laughed when he saw King Balon who was squeezing over without giving an inch:

   "That's right. Inflatable fish, I can't believe you have such a brain. You almost fooled me."

   "I really didn't lie to you." Duke Metz said sincerely, "Well, I'll tell you three, as long as you let my son Vilas out."

   "Villas can't do it." Sir Stafford hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Well, replace it with your second son Garland, isn't that enough?"

   "Okay." Duke Mace said, "You release him first."

   "You speak first," Sir Stavor insisted. "As long as your secret is true, we will release you. Lannister, you must pay your debts."

   Duke of Metz hesitated for a long time before sighing:

   "Okay, then I'll just tell you three."

   "Okay!" Steve laughed loudly, and immediately waved everyone else in the hall to go out.

  Even Mrs. Egwene, who had been against it before, did not stop this time.

   Who is not curious about the secret of the giant dragon?

  As for the so-called release... Anyway, it was a promise made by the Lannister family, but the Oakhull family did not agree.

   When the oak door was closed heavily, there were only four people left in the hall.

   King Balon urged impatiently:

   "Inflatable fish, tell me, how did Caesar hatch the dragon?"

   "Caesar is..." Duke Metz walked forward slowly while speaking.

  But at this moment, there was a faint cry from outside the door, like a voice like "he is fake".

  The three of Stafford were slightly taken aback.

  But Samwell accelerated suddenly.

  Spiritual attributes are instantly transformed into agility.

  Although Samwell's agility attribute was halved for a short period of time due to the cannon shot outside Storm's End, but with the spiritual attribute transformation, his current agility attribute value has reached 13.32!

  The next moment, his heart beat violently.

boom! boom! Bang bang bang bang!

   The speed was so fast that it seemed to pop out of his chest.

  The restless blood surged and surged in his body, swelling the blood vessels, protruding from the surface of his body like long blue worms.

  The human body seems to be unable to withstand the agility of this value.

   Thoughts became extremely slow, but Samwell's movements were extremely fast.

  Steve Lannister, who was the first to bear the brunt, was punched in the throat before he could even react.

  click—

  Amid the crisp sound of bone cracking, his cervical spine was shattered, and his entire head fell limply.

   One hit kill!

  Lady Egwene screamed.

  King Balon also hurriedly drew the scimitar from his waist.

   But he was too slow.

   Of course, it can also be said that the enemy is too fast.

  Samwell had already rushed to him with a stride, his right hand stuck out like a poisonous snake out of a hole, and hit his lower abdomen.

   At this time, his knife was only half drawn.

   King Balon groaned in pain, and vomit mixed with blood spewed out of his mouth and splashed all over the ground.

   And Samwell has already drawn out his scimitar, and placed it on Madam Egwene's shoulder.

   All of this happened in a blink of an eye.

   It's so fast that it's dizzying.

   Until this time, the oak door was finally pushed open, and ironmen and rebel soldiers swarmed in.

   "Fake! This inflatable fish is fake!" They yelled, but when they saw the situation in the hall clearly, they fell into a deathly silence.

  Samwell felt that his thoughts returned to normal, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down, before he showed a gentle smile to the rebels who rushed in:

   "I'm fake, but the hostages are real. Well, now that everyone has hostages, let's talk."

   Knowing that this episode is quite depressing, I specially speeded up the progress. I didn’t go anywhere to code for a day at home during the Ching Ming Festival. I made up four chapters. It’s not too much to ask everyone for a monthly ticket while this wave is breaking out.