Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Madam Nora, do you have anything to do with me?"

Just finished his lecture to the recruits, Samwell asked while drinking the wine handed by his attendants.

Nora put her wind-blown hair behind her ears and asked softly:

"Lord Caesar, I heard that the Dane family of Starfall City is about to attack Yingzui Island?"

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "The Crow Tribe is not my territory, so if you want to leave, I will not stop you."

After speaking, he turned around and walked forward.

Time was urgent, and he really didn't have the heart to deal with these people from the Youya tribe. Anyway, they were not many in number, so they were not much help.

Unexpectedly, Nora followed Samwell's footsteps and said:

"My lord, you have misunderstood. You have always taken good care of the Youya Tribe. We will never forget this kindness. If Yingzui Island is in trouble, we will not just sit idly by."

Samwell looked at the woman beside him in surprise, and his tone became solemn:

"Thanks to the Raven Crow Tribe for lending a helping hand in times of crisis, I will remember it in my heart."

"This is what we should do. However, the old and weak women and children of the tribe will be evacuated to the villages outside the valley along with the orphanage. One hundred and eighty-five warriors in the tribe and I will stay to help you guard the territory."

"Okay!" Samwell nodded, but saw that Nora seemed hesitant to speak.

He waited patiently for a while, but Nora still didn't say anything, turned around and left after bowing.

Samwell stopped on the spot, stared at Nora's back for a while, and guessed in his heart what the other party was hesitating just now.

But since Nora didn't speak in the end, Samwell didn't intend to force her to ask.

Because he knew very well that even if Nora revealed her true identity now, it would be impossible to stop this war.

The illegitimate son of Starfall City will not give up his ambition for a woman who has been "dead" for more than ten years.

It is also impossible for the soldiers of the Dane family to lay down their swords because of an unidentified "Ashara Dayne".

Of course, this is not to say that Ashara's identity is useless.

Just like Robert Baratheon was able to sit on the Iron Throne, certainly not because there was a trace of "true dragon blood" in his body, but because he won the War of the Reavers.

But you can't deny the usefulness of this "blood of the real dragon", because it greatly reduces the will of the nobles loyal to the Targaryen royal family to resist, allowing them to deceive themselves that they didn't betray their oath - Robert is also a Targaryen , although strictly speaking it is only a quarter.

Similarly, although the current Ashara Dayne is useless, if Samwell wins this war, it will be different.

The vassals of the Dane family would definitely not surrender easily to a river bend nobleman, but it would be different if it was Ashara.

They would swear allegiance to her with peace of mind. As for whether there was a guy named Caesar standing behind her, most of them would choose to turn a blind eye.

But the premise of everything is that he must win this war!

After clearing up his mood, Samwell continued to move forward, meeting the leaders who were busy preparing for the battle along the way, and saluted and greeted him one after another.

Samwell also nodded to them with a smile. At the same time, he observed the mental state of the citizens and found that there was not much panic on their faces.

After thinking about it, these savages don't have much idea of ​​the power of the Dane family, but are full of awe and confidence in their lord.

Perhaps in their view, the invincible Lord Caesar will definitely lead them to victory again.

It's a pity that what they don't know is that their lord is not as calm as he appears in his heart.

Because Samwell knew very well that the Dane family's army was not the savages he had bullied before, and they were completely different in terms of weapons and equipment and the quality of soldiers.

What's more, the opponent still has an advantage in numbers.

This kind of absolute headwind battle, in addition to praying that the "gadgets" of the Bachelor of Coben can play the expected effect, otherwise, if it is fought normally, with Yingzuiyu's current strength, there is a high probability that it will not be able to defend.

Of course, on the surface, he still has to put on a confident look, otherwise people will be confused.

All the way to Bachelor Coburn's hut, as soon as Samwell opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

"How is it?" He tried to keep his tone calm.

"It's better than I expected." Bachelor Coburn had a confident smile on his lips.

Saying this, he threw a typical Dornish armor on the ground.

The hot climate of the desert and the scorching sun allowed the Dornishmen to reduce the amount of metal they wore on their bodies as much as possible to avoid being scalded, so this armor was actually a pair of leather armor, with only steel on a few key points and hooks.

Cobain took out another bottle and poured the liquid inside on the leather armor.

Take a few steps back and throw the candle over——

boom!

The leather armor was instantly covered in blue flames.

Samwell's eyes lit up, he immediately took off his coat, stepped forward and slapped the burning leather armor continuously.

The fire was much smaller than the naked eye, but it was not completely extinguished.

Moreover, the coat in Samwell's hand was gradually covered with flames and started to burn, so he had no choice but to throw it away.

After the beating stopped, the fire on the leather armor became vigorous again.

Samwell nodded with satisfaction, and asked again:

"What about the water?"

Kebain did not speak, but picked up a basin of water prepared on the table, and poured it towards the leather armor.

pooh-

Sparks splashed, and the fire was a little smaller, but soon, it came back again.

Samwell piled up the sand again, and soon the fire really went out.

Bachelor Keben said on the side: "As long as it is covered with sand or immersed in water, the fire will be extinguished. This is indeed not comparable to a real wildfire."

In fact, Samwell is already very satisfied.

The degree of brandy is only 40 to 50 degrees, so it is definitely no problem to ignite it, but it is not difficult to extinguish the fire. It is too difficult to use it on the battlefield to fight against the enemy.

And after Bachelor Coburn added some "gadgets" to it, although this thing is not as good as the real "Wildfire", it has already made Samwell overjoyed.

This thing is not unbreakable, but the Dornish people will definitely not know the way to crack it the first time they encounter it, and even these soil turtles who have only seen low-alcohol wine will not associate wine with fire at all.

This gap in knowledge is enough to establish a victory!

"Very good! Bachelor Coburn, I need you to turn all the brandy in the territory into this kind of thing as quickly as possible!"

"All?" Cobain couldn't hide his surprise.

He knows exactly how much brandy is currently in the territory.

That was the production in the past three months, and it was originally intended to be delivered to Qingting Island, Old Town, and the first batch of brandy sold in High Court.

It can be called priceless.

"All!" Samwell gritted his teeth.

Although he felt sorry for the drinks, he didn't dare to hold anything back in the face of a strong enemy.

Otherwise, once he loses, he will have nothing.

"How long will it take you to finish?"

Cobain pondered for a moment: "About three or four days."

"Okay! I need someone to tell me that your task is now the first priority."

"Yes, my lord."

Walking out of the hut, Samwell let out a sigh of relief.

With the castrated version of "Wildfire" produced by Bachelor Coburn, he finally has confidence in the upcoming war.

Of course, he also knew that his battle plan had to be changed accordingly.

"Gavin!" Samwell walked a few steps quickly, calling out to the busy young butler.