Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King Chapter 341

Chapter 341 Dragon Promenade

Compared to the chaos in other parts of Astapor, the South City Gate is extraordinarily quiet.

Of course, this kind of quietness is also bought by iron and blood.

At the beginning, some unidentified rioters attacked the south city gate, but they were killed in front of the army of Unsullied who were waiting in full force.

The corpses and blood flowing became the best warning signs, so that the follow-up rioters consciously stay away from this area.

In addition, there is also a white dragon entrenched on the top of the city. Although it can't be seen clearly at night, you can still see that huge figure and feel the hot and terrifying aura circulating around.

Samwell sat quietly on the back of the white dragon, watching the chaos in the city with indifferent eyes, without saying a word.

Until the first ray of dawn pierced the night and shone on the top of the great pyramid in the center of Astapor, Samwell finally gave the order to attack the Unsullied.

At the same time, he himself turned onto the dragon's back.

Cleopatra stretched her body on the top of the city, her milky white wings spread out to both sides, casting a large shadow.

Hoo—

The hot airflow rolled up a puff of smoke, and the white dragon soared into the sky.

At this time, the chaos in the city finally subsided, and the Cat Group and the Long Spear Group finally found the Unsullied who was guarding the south gate.

The two regiment leaders immediately realized that they suppressed the rioters, but they took advantage of the Unsullied who had been watching coldly.

Annoyed, they immediately ordered their soldiers to stop suppressing the rebellion, and instead shrink their formation and head towards the south gate.

They must deal with the main enemy first.

At the same time, the Unsullied erected their shields, raised their spears, and walked straight towards the mercenary group with orderly steps.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Gillo Reha raised the steel knife high and roared.

The cavalry of the Pike Regiment lined up a dense charge, covering the entire long street.

In such a narrow terrain, the cavalry is indeed not easy to perform, but the soldiers of this group of spears still showed a crazy and terrifying momentum.

In comparison, the Unsullied seemed a little too calm.

Even in the face of the cavalry charge, they still maintained absolute discipline, and the formation was not in the slightest disorder.

bang bang bang—

Amidst the sound of collisions, the Long Spears first came into close contact with the Unsullied.

It has to be said that the huge inertia brought about by the horse's charge and acceleration is quite terrifying, and it cannot be resisted by manpower at all.

Even if the Unsullied in the front row erected their shields, they were still unable to be sent flying backwards by the cavalry, spurting blood in the air and breaking countless bones.

But even so, the formation of the Unsullied still did not become chaotic.

The soldiers in the back row immediately filled the vacancy, armed with shields and spears, and firmly and fearlessly blocked the cavalry in front who still had the flesh and blood of their companions.

The impact continued like a tidal wave on a rocky beach.

But when the Unsullied blocked the first few waves of charge, the momentum of the cavalry began to weaken, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

In the confrontation between cavalry and infantry, once the cavalry failed to break through the infantry formation, most of their advantage would be lost.

If they are in an open field, the cavalry can still distance themselves, adjust their formation and charge again, or choose to cruise around to harass, or simply retreat. As long as they have a speed advantage, they still occupy the strategic initiative.

But they are arrayed on the narrow streets in the city at the moment.

Once the formation of the infantry cannot be broken, they will truly feel the horror of the shield spear formation of the Unsullied.

Long spears shone coldly in the twilight of the morning sun. The Unsullied's unchanging cold expression for thousands of years can make any enemy feel creepy.

Like a stretched spring, as long as it is not broken, it will rebound, and the harder it is compressed, the stronger the rebound will be.

After losing their speed advantage, it would be almost suicide for the cavalry to attack the Unsullied army formation again.

The steel forest composed of spears exudes the breath of death, harvesting the lives of the cavalry of the Lancers.

The Unsullied stepped skillfully, raised their shields, and stabbed one by one, dismounting the cavalry one by one, then drew out their short swords and cut their throats.

Countless corpses were scattered on the ground, and a lot of blood was sprayed wantonly.

The mercenaries have never faced such a terrible enemy and experienced such a terrifying battle.

Once the Unsullied started to charge back, they killed them with fear. How could the cavalry in the rear dare to go forward, even if the regiment leader yelled and cursed, it was useless.

When the cat group saw the plight of the spear group, they also stopped.

"Come on! Go!" Bloodbeard roared sharply, "Scatter the Unsullied, each will be rewarded with a gold coin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow passed over his face.

The fighting and shouting stopped at this moment, and countless voices fell silent.

They looked up at the sky, through the thumping of their hearts, they heard the sound of flapping wings, and saw the milky white figure in the twilight of the morning light.

Huge, beautiful and full of danger.

dragon!

Didn't the **** Astapor say there are no dragons?

The two regiment leaders can't wait to tear up Mrs. Urho who contacted them.

Of course, they don't know yet that Mrs. Urho has been chopped up by the rioters, otherwise the anger in their hearts will probably be relieved.

"What should I do?" Bloodbeard found Gillo Reha and asked.

Obviously, the leader of the cat group has already decided to quit.

"Withdraw!" Gillo Reha said decisively, turning his horse's head and fleeing.

But at this moment, the white dragon swooped down, and the hot air rolled up the yellow sand, slapping the faces of the mercenaries.

Before they could recover, a ball of flames swirled and flowed down, instantly igniting a dozen mercenaries.

Orange and yellow mixed with scorched black, the raging heat wave drowned out the screams.

"Gods..." Gillo Reha sighed tremblingly.

The mercenaries ran faster now, avoiding the shadows cast by the sky, pushing and shoving each other, scrambling to escape the white death above their heads.

But there are also people who want to be dragon slaying heroes.

Seeing that Bloodbeard frantically grabbed a spear, and seeing the white dragon swoop down again, he jumped up and stabbed the spear into the dragon's belly.

According to legend, the abdomen is the weak point of the dragon.

But soon, Bloodbeard knew that the legend was a lie.

The belly of the giant dragon was also covered by strong scales, and the spear seemed to have stabbed a stone, not only did not hurt the dragon, but the force of the shock instantly broke Bloodbeard's thumb.

He let out a miserable howl.

The next second, the dragon flame struck again and devoured him.

A few more mercenaries might also want to be famous through the ages, and they threw spears at the dragon one after another.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, a spear just stuck into the gap between the scales at the back of Cleopatra's neck. Fortunately, the spear thrower was not strong enough to penetrate deep into the flesh, but it aroused the white dragon's anger. ferocious.

It suddenly landed beside the person who had injured him, bit off his head with one bite, and bright red blood spurted out from the **** broken pile.

Following the flapping of the dragon wings, hot smoke and dust rose up, and the dragon flames swept out, roasting the row of mercenaries in front of them into coke.

"Its eyes! Stab its eyes!" Guilo Reja roared.

Several pikemen heard the words and tried to follow suit, but saw a white sword light flashing across, and they were instantly disemboweled. When their consciousness was dying, they saw the man holding a giant sword sitting high on the dragon's back...

Roar-

Cleopatra roared sharply, the roar filled the street, and the hot wind like a furnace swept across.

The mercenaries looked at the pair of lavlike blood-red dragon eyes, as if they were looking at hell.

Finally, they realized that dragon slaying was a delusion after all.

One by one collapsed and fled in all directions, unable to turn back and resist.

(end of this chapter)

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