Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Giant

Arya Stark was lying on the head of the city of King's Landing, terrified by the terrible sight outside the city.

The raging flames ignited on the Heishui River, like a green devil, baring its teeth and claws.

Countless ships became funeral pyres, the living became torches, and the air was filled with smoke, arrows, and screams.

Like hell.

Is the dragon coming?

Arya thought.

In her opinion, perhaps only the dragon of the legendary "Conqueror" Aegon could have such an effect.

But she didn't see the dragon.

The cheers of the gold-robed guards came faintly from the top of the city in the distance.

Seems to be something like "Long live King Tommen".

At the port of King's Landing below, there are still seven or eight ships docking smoothly. The soldiers above frantically escaped from the ships and the burning river, but did not choose to attack the city. It seemed that they were frightened.

It seems that the lion is defending the city of King's Landing. Arya thought disappointedly.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she was so frightened that she slipped down the stairs and ran into the street.

At this time, there was a tense and restless atmosphere in the city of King's Landing. A large number of people gathered together, and they didn't know what they were doing.

Arya lowered her head and wrapped her turban tighter.

Fortunately, she was wearing tattered clothes and mud was smeared on her face. She looked like a thin and small beggar, so no one cared about her.

"Fall! This city is falling!"

While passing Sparrow Street, Arya was startled by a hoarse voice.

She turned her head and saw thousands of people surrounding an old monk in sackcloth, listening to his sermon.

"This city is becoming filthy, corrupt, depraved!" snapped the ragged old bony monk. "Brothers are having **** in the king's bedchamber! The incestuous **** sits on the Iron Throne! Deformed little devil Dancing in the Prime Minister's Tower! Even the Archbishop has forgotten the gods! He bathes in perfume and fills his stomach with expensive eels! But he sits and watches hundreds of thousands of people in the city go hungry!"

Hearing the old monk scolding the Lannister family, Arya suddenly became interested and stopped involuntarily.

"This must end!" the old monk raised his arms and shouted, "maggots rule the capital, gold begins to rot, arrogance trumps prayers, and all sins will be punished by the gods! We must purify this, or the gods will put Let's eradicate the evil together! These things must end!"

"These must end!"

Seeing that the crowd was getting more and more excited and fanatical, Arya realized something was wrong and ran away.

All the way back to Silk Street, as soon as she ran into the Women's Branch, she heard her sister Sansa Stark's reprimand:

"Why did you run out again!" The eldest daughter of the Duke of Winterfell has completely changed at this time. Not only is her hair disheveled, she is wearing coarse clothes that don't fit well, and she even has an ugly birthmark on her face.

Arya walked over with a smile, took her sister's hand and walked to an empty corner, whispering:

"I'll go outside to see what's going on. But it doesn't look good. Stannis' fleet is on fire, and he won't be able to get into the city and drive the lions away."

Sansa bit her red lips tightly, and said: "Then we have to be more careful. You are not allowed to run around anymore! Otherwise, it will be miserable if you are caught by lions."

Arya reluctantly kicked the stones on the ground: "Then how long are we going to hide? Lord Caesar is really serious, and he won't send anyone to send us out."

"The city is controlled by the minions of the lion, and Lord Caesar is not easy to send it off. Just wait patiently, even if Stannis can't, father will defeat the lion sooner or later and take us away." Sansa said firmly .

When the two sisters came to the backyard, they saw Mrs. Shataya, the operator of the women's branch hospital, running over anxiously, saying:

"Miss, come quickly, come with me."

As she spoke, she took one of them and ran into the house.

"What's the matter, ma'am?" Sansa asked.

"It's messed up outside. Hurry up and hide, and don't make any noise when anyone comes." Shataya opened a partition under the bed, revealing a dark hole, urging the two sisters to go inside.

"Is the city broken?" Arya asked excitedly.

"No. But it's about the same. It's those hungry people who are making trouble, you guys hide in quickly."

Sansa carefully drilled into the hole, poking her head out: "What about you?"

"I'm going to find Ailaya, and I'll be here later."

The two sisters hid in the cellar, and the partition was closed with a clatter.

Darkness enveloped everything.

With the scorching wind blowing against his face, "Little Devil" Tyrion Lannister felt a burst of relief.

Green flames floated on the Heishui River, the low clouds were dyed the color of the river, and even the sky was covered with different shades of green.

This horrific sight can make anyone shudder.

The defenders around him were cheering the king's name, but Tyrion knew that his nephew just stood at the top of the city, and all the credit would go to him.

"We're not quite victorious yet!" cried Tyrion, with a hint of neglected resentment.

The cheers stopped, and King Tommen said with a smile:

"Uncle, the traitor's ships have all been burned, and the victory is of course ours."

Tyrion noticed that his nephew had lifted his visor, and he jumped up and pulled it off with a bang:

"Don't take off your visor, Your Majesty, your safety is very precious to everyone. Also, the enemy is not dead yet, and there are still many people who have landed in Port King's Landing. We must completely defeat them."

"Is anyone else logged in?"

"Yes." Tyrion carefully pulled the king to the edge of the city wall, pointing at the enemy army that had gathered outside the city gate, "Look, these guys have already prepared their battering rams, they are about to hit the gate, We must stop them!"

"Ah—then, stop them quickly! Uncle, stop them quickly!" The little king was really scared.

Tyrion was about to speak when he saw an orderly boarding the tower panting, saying:

"Your Majesty, it's not good, the civilians in the city rioted! They surrounded the Red Castle and demanded food distribution."

"Mother!" cried King Tommen, "Go and save Mother!"

"Your mother is protected by the walls of the Red Castle, so don't worry." Tyrion comforted his nephew, but then frowned, "However, we really can't let the city be in chaos at this time."

As he spoke, he called his bodyguard, Bronn, and asked him to lead a thousand city garrison troops to suppress the rioters in the city and prevent the riot from spreading.

Afterwards, he began to command the defenders at the head of the city to shoot down, trying to prevent the enemy from attacking the city.

Not long after, Bronn sent someone to ask for reinforcements, saying that there were too many rioters in the city.

Tyrion had no choice but to send another group of defenders to support.

With the reduction of the guards at the top of the city, the offensive of the enemy outside the city has intensified, and even began to knock down the city gate with a bang, and it is unknown when they will enter the city.

"Don't let the rebels enter the city!" Tyrion said, "Attack, must attack!"

He turned his head and said to "Hound" Sandor Clegane:

"Sandor, you lead people out of the breach!"

Sandor looked pale at the raging flames outside the city, but after hearing the order, he turned and went downstairs without saying a word.

King Tommen grabbed his uncle's clothes and whispered: "We will win? Isn't it?"

"Yes. We will win." Tyrion looked out of the city, but his eyes were out of focus, "We will!"

Unfortunately, things didn't go as smoothly as they thought.

Bron once again sent for help.

"Did all the people in King's Landing participate in the riot?" Tyrion asked viciously, but still sent more people.

He knew that although Bronn was unreliable in his words, he still knew the seriousness of his actions.

It can only be said that the situation in the city is very bad.

And outside the city is also very bad.

"The Hound" Sandor Clegane led his men to charge three times, but still failed to disperse the enemy.

On the contrary, the city gate was crumbling under the bombardment of the battering hammer.

"Damn it!" Tyrion cursed and got down from the tower, and came to the square behind the gate, "Sandor! Where are the Sandors? Get out of here! Get out!"

"No..." Sandor hid in the shadow of the city wall, his tall body huddled into a ball, half of his face was covered with blood, and he didn't know if it was the enemy or his own.

"Must do it!" roared Tyrion.

"Fuck you!" Sandor also yelled back, "We rushed three times! Half of the people died! The outside of the city is full of fire! It's full of fire! The horse neighs like a human, and the human screams like a horse..."

"Shit!" Tyrion yelled. "Do you think this is a tourney? It's war! Of course people will die! Listen, the gates are about to fall! Once the rebels rush in, we'll be alone." Don't even think about living!"

"Damn! Give me something to drink!" Sandor finally stood up unsteadily.

An officer quickly handed over the kettle.

Sandor took a sip and sprayed it out: "Water? Fuck you! Bring the wine!"

Someone handed over the wine again, but after taking a few sips, Sandor threw up on the ground again.

This person is dead. Tyrion sighed to himself.

He knew that "The Hound" was afraid of fire, and had already been scared out of his wits.

You must find someone else to lead the team out.

"Master Genos, please..."

Before Tyrion finished speaking, the commander of the capital garrison waved his hands again and again: "No! You can't charge anymore, you can't charge anymore!"

Tyrion cursed loudly, but the fat man refused.

He had to turn to the other knights, but no one dared to meet the dwarf's eyes.

These people were terrified.

Tyrion sighed to himself.

Damn it, if only brother Jaime was here.

Tyrion looked at the crumbling city gate, and suddenly had a crazy idea:

"Okay, I'll lead the team!"

"You?" Sandor leaned weakly against the wall, looking at the dwarf with **** eyes.

"Yes, I." Tyrion turned to look at the attendant, "Pod, get my helmet!"

Pod hurried away.

Looking at the suspicious eyes of everyone, Tyrion climbed onto the pony with difficulty, and slowly swept the crowd with contemptuous eyes:

"You all say that I am a dwarf and a half-human, so what are you perfect people more than me?"

Hearing this, a knight immediately got on his horse and followed.

Then three more people followed without saying a word.

There are more and more people.

No one wants to admit that they are inferior to a dwarf.

Tyrion succeeded, but he would rather not have such success.

"I will not shout the name of the king, nor the name of Casterly Rock," said Tyrion. "It is your city that Stannis is going to take. If you don't want your homes to be looted, come with me." Together, kill these bastards!"

After speaking, Tyrion drew out his battle axe, turned his horse's head, and rushed towards the assault port.

The flames outside the city stretched out his shadow, and at this moment, Tyrion seemed as tall as a giant.

(end of this chapter)

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