Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

God City.

Jon Conrington lived in the lord's bedroom.

Lying on the soft feather bed, he tossed and turned unable to sleep, staring at the velvet covering above his head in a daze.

Fortunately, Jon has long been used to insomnia.

Ever since he was deposed and expelled by the Mad King, he hardly slept a full night. Hatred and regret gnawed at his heart like poisonous insects, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

For a long time, leading the golden group to fight back to Westeros and restore the family's fiefdom and glory has been the only belief that supports Jon Connington's survival.

The moment he landed at Broken Arm Point of Dorne, Jon thought he could finally wash away the shame and regret of many years, but the reality was far more cruel than imagined.

Although the progress of the Golden Group was fairly smooth, and they did not suffer any losses in their siege all the way, but Jon clearly knew that all of this was just a false appearance.

The biggest weakness of the Golden Group is the lack of foundation.

Although the Hill of Souls and the City of Divine Grace were conquered, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Toland family and the Arion family actually have hearts for Caesar, and little Aegon is not taken seriously here, and many people even doubt the authenticity of his identity. Not many people are willing to fight for him.

Therefore, unless the Golden Group can really continue to win all the way until they defeat Caesar, otherwise, as long as they fail once, or even need to fail, just one miserable victory, the Golden Group will fall into a situation beyond redemption.

It's a pity that many people in the group can't see this clearly.

Especially little Aegon, who was only thinking of making great achievements. The young and impulsive he was blinded by the momentary victory.

Don't even want to be taught by Jon Connington anymore.

Maybe he should have stood his ground in the first place and shouldn't have joined the power struggle in Westeros so early.

It was the wrong time and the wrong landing point.

According to Jon's thinking, it would be the best time to wait for Lannister and Caesar to officially start the war, and then the Golden Group would cross the sea again.

Besides, they should not come to Dorne, but land at Griffin's Roost in the Stormlands.

It was the fief of the Clinton family, and Jon was confident that the people in that territory would fight for him.

Griffin's Roost sits in the center of the storm, a direct threat to Storm's End.

As long as the Golden Group has a firm foothold there, cooperates with the Lannister family, and attacks back and forth, it will definitely make Caesar lose ground.

It's a pity that some people can't wait.

And Jon suspects that the Lannister family may also be secretly contributing to the flames.

Duke Tywin obviously didn't want himself to attract Caesar's firepower and let the Golden Group take advantage of it.

Therefore, even if he wanted to continue waiting, some people didn't want to wait anymore. Varys, Governor Illyrio, Lannister with ulterior motives, and those mercenaries eager to return to their hometown all contributed to this wrong landing. .

The actions after logging in are even more mistakes.

They underestimated the dire situation in Dorne. The Martell family's prestige in this land had completely collapsed, and little Aegon's blood had no appeal.

On the contrary, Caesar became the savior in the eyes of Lord Dorne.

Mrs. Ians of God's Grace City, such a weak woman, even cared about her own safety, but also wanted to respond to Caesar.

Jon felt more and more that the Golden Company had a bleak future here.

Perhaps they can only hope that the Lannisters will fight as soon as possible to force Caesar to leave Dorne. Only in this way can the Golden Group have a chance...

Boom boom boom.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Jon's thoughts:

"who?"

"My lord, it's me." Franklin Buddha Flower's voice came from outside the door.

Jon got up from the bed and put on a coat:

"come in."

Sir Franklin pushed the door open and said in a hasty tone:

"My lord, as you expected, Mrs. Ians really has a problem. Just now she secretly summoned a few knights from the Ayrion family. Are we going to arrest them?"

"Don't worry." Jon pressed his hand, "Keep an eye on them and see what they are going to do."

"Yes." Sir Franklin turned away.

Jon went out to wake up his knights and told them to immediately gather their troops and prepare for battle.

At this time, it was approaching midnight, and the sky was sparse and dim, except for a full moon hanging high in the night sky, casting a cool brilliance.

Sir Franklin returns again to report:

"My lord, the members of the Arion family are about to secretly open the gate to the west! They are really colluding with Caesar! They want to lure the enemy into the city!"

"I see." Jon nodded silently, and calmly gave the order, "Immediately control all the troops of the Arion family, and if there is any resistance, they will be killed."

"yes!"

"In addition, mobilize soldiers to ambush at the west gate. When the situation in the city stabilizes, we will open the gate ourselves."

"We open the city gate ourselves?" Sir Franklin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and laughed, "Okay, I understand! I will let the brothers prepare a big gift for Caesar at the west gate! "

After speaking, he left excitedly.

Soon, there were faint sounds of fighting in the castle, but it was not intense.

Most of the members of the Alion family didn't know Mrs. Ians's plan at all, and were dragged out of the bed by the soldiers of the Golden Regiment in a daze, and controlled them.

Jon Connington stood at the highest point of the castle, his whole body melted into the darkness, like a stone statue, watching everything silently.

It wasn't until the soldiers came to report that everyone in the Ayrion family had been controlled that Jon came back to his senses.

He went downstairs silently, and stayed in front of Mrs. Ians' room for a while.

Hearing the crying sound from inside, Jon put his hand on the doorknob, but never pushed it away.

He didn't know how to face Mrs. Ians.

Frankly speaking, Jon was a little moved by her, but he also knew that this woman was just a cup of poison to him.

The same mistakes cannot be made again. He silently reminded himself.

Seventeen years ago, kindness and pride ruined the first half of his life. Now, he must be ruthless.

"Keep an eye on her." Jon didn't push the door open after all. He took a few steps back and said to the soldier at the door, "If there is any abnormality, kill her immediately."

"Yes, my lord."

Jon turned and strode away.

When he came to the west gate, he saw thousands of soldiers from the Golden Regiment busy here. They dug traps at the gate, arranged archers and heavy crossbows, and demolished nearby houses to build a fence.

Jon climbed up the tower and looked out.

The night was dark, and it was hard to see how far away. In the darkness, there seemed to be something about to move.

When the soldiers came to report that everything was ready, Jon went down from the tower and came to a house behind to sit in command. At the same time, he gave the order to open the door.

The rusty iron chain creaked and turned, and the sound was clearly audible in the silent night.

The heavy door inlaid with iron slowly lifted up, revealing the dark door opening.

The soldiers of the Golden Regiment hid in the shadows, quietly waiting for the arrival of their prey.