Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

King Lando at the head of the west city, Lord Randyll Tarly looked at the dark city, his brows were tightly knit together.

Although the army has entered the city one after another, it is very difficult to control the whole city under such circumstances.

Although the northern army had long lost their fighting spirit, they were afraid that someone would take advantage of the chaotic waters of the storm to fish, and even intentionally spread hatred and provoke disputes.

For example, the battle horn that sounded in the city just now seemed quite strange.

If the Northern Army in panic and despair resists desperately, it may cause great casualties to the Southern Army, and even make the entire situation in King's Landing a mess.

What's more, there is also the enemy from the sea that Samwell said.

Unusual enemies.

Earl Landau didn't know what the enemy his son was talking about, but it would obviously add to the chaos in the city.

In order not to irritate the northern army in the city, coupled with the raging storm, the speed of the southern army's entry into the city could not be accelerated for a while.

The longer it drags on, the worse the situation may become.

After thinking for a while, he summoned his son Dickon Tarly and ordered:

"I'll give you 5,000 cavalry, and you go to the Red Castle immediately. No matter what, you must control that castle as quickly as possible!"

"Yes!" Dickon accepted the order without the slightest hesitation.

In fact, this is an extremely dangerous task.

The situation in the city was unclear. The army entered from the west gate, and it was obvious that they could not extend their tentacles to the Red Castle located at the southeast end of King's Landing for a while.

At this time, Dickon led the cavalry to rush forward, which can be regarded as a lonely army.

Earl Randall handed over such a dangerous task to his son without much hesitation.

And his other son didn't know where he went at this time.

Earl Randyll stared at the dark red sky, as if looking for the trace of the white dragon.

Unfortunately nothing was found.

Until the dense sound of horseshoes below brought him back to his thoughts.

With the flashing lightning from time to time, he saw the cavalry rushing out of the city gate like a thick black snake, extending to the distance.

Dickon took the lead and led the cavalry galloping down the broad street.

Charging at this riding speed in the dark is quite a risky behavior, but fortunately, there are no pedestrians on the street during the storm.

Even if there were rebels, they all fled to the side of the road in fright after hearing the thunderous sound of horseshoes.

But even so, many cavalrymen either bumped into obstacles, or stepped on potholes and sprained their horses' legs. Fortunately, the large army moved forward quickly without any danger.

The icy raindrops slammed against the armor under the gust of wind. But it couldn't quench the heat in the hearts of the cavalry.

"Quick! Quick!" Dickon could already see the flames shining from Aegon's Hill in the distance.

Those are the lights in the Red Keep.

The sound of horseshoes thundered, spreading forward like a shadow in the storm.

But before Aegon High Hill, they had to stop.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Dickon shouted loudly, but the street in front of him was already filled with densely packed Union soldiers.

In the confusion, a western knight was brought to him and said:

"My lord, our people are under attack! Unidentified monsters are crawling out of the Black Water Bay. There are so many of them, and they are killing more and more. They can't be killed..."

"Which force is the enemy?"

"I don't know either. They don't seem to be able to be killed at all, and the number is almost endless..."

"Hold the city gate!" Dickon interrupted. He obviously thought that the Northern Army had been scared out of their wits and was looking for reasons for their failure. "Don't retreat into the city, go and guard the city gate!"

"We don't have enough troops!"

"Support will come soon! Take your men to guard the city gate! Otherwise, you will be punished as a deserter!"

The knights of the western region had no choice but to lead the team to the south.

When the street in front of him was clear, Dickon led the cavalry again to Aegon's Hill.

"Open the door!" Dickon shouted loudly when he came to the bronze gate of the Red Keep, "I am Dickon Tarly, Earl of Brightwater City, and I have been ordered to take over the defense of the Red Keep! Open the door!"

After a while, there was a response from the castle:

"Sorry, Lord Dickon, Her Majesty has ordered that no one be allowed to enter or leave the Red Keep."

"Tomen Baratheon has surrendered, and Cersei is no longer queen! Open the door!"

However, the bronze gate remained silent.

"I am Janos Slynt, Commander of the Capital Defense Army." A rough voice sounded from the top of the city after a while, "The storm is raging now, and the city is in chaos. City gate, please forgive me. If you want to enter the castle, unless His Majesty Caesar comes in person."

Dickon was annoyed when he heard the words, and just when he was about to speak again, he saw his subordinates suddenly running to report:

"My lord, the northern army failed to hold the city gate, and the monsters have already entered the city!"

"What monster?"

"I don't know...but there are a lot of them, and I heard from the soldiers of the Northern Army that these monsters can't be killed at all..."

Dickon looked back, and with the flashes of lightning from time to time, he saw that the bottom of Aegon's High Hill was densely packed with monsters that seemed human but not human, and they were rampaging crazily, defeating the northern army.

Seeing this situation, Dickon didn't bother to argue with the garrison in the Red Castle, and immediately turned his horse's head around and gave an order:

"Everyone, prepare to charge!"

The Earl of Bright Water City's voice was like thunder, echoing outside the Red Castle.

The Southern Army cavalry also turned their horses around one after another, set up their spears, and got ready for battle.

"kill!"

As Dickon swung his sword down sharply, the knights of the Confederate Army rushed straight down like a rainbow.

The heavy horseshoes crushed the accumulated water on the ground and turned into a majestic torrent of steel, charging towards the army of ghouls.

At the bottom of the high hill, those monsters didn't show the slightest fear in the face of the cavalry's charge. They let out sharp howls and bumped into the cavalry phalanx head-on.

Puff puff--

The foul-smelling rotting blood spurted out, and instantly there was the sound of metal piercing into the flesh, like piercing candied haws, one after the other, without any fear at all.

The ghouls let out howls of madness, and rushed forward with their spears to bite these delicious humans.

"withstand!"

The cavalry seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the army was under tremendous pressure in an instant.

The two sides crowded, fought, and died in this not-so-spacious place at the bottom of the high hill. The stones on the ground even trembled slightly.

Finally, the personal guard led by Dickon pierced through the enemy's army formation. Looking back, the ground was densely covered with dead bodies and broken limbs.

But the monsters still showed no sign of collapse, instead they continued to surge up from all directions even more fearlessly.

Dickon was not discouraged when he saw this, he reorganized the army formation, and prepared to lead the army back again.

But at this moment, he saw with his own eyes a dead Stormland knight actually climbed up from the corpse pit.

His eyes turned azure blue at some point, blood was flowing from his mouth, and he let out a meaningless howl.

The next moment, more and more corpses crawled up from the ground.

There are monsters who should have died, northern soldiers who died in battle, and southern soldiers who once fought side by side with him.

They seemed to have lost their sanity at this moment, and under the guidance of some strange force, they rushed towards the living people on the battlefield again like crazy.

Rumble!

Countless bolts of lightning crawled across the dark sky, and the violent wind and showers became more and more violent, as if they were going to bombard and destroy the whole world.