Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

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In front of the elephant, the camp wall built by Leimu was no different from that made of paper, and it was broken by a loud crash.

As for the so-called strong shield spear formation, it is a joke.

When the forward elephant hit the hedgehog-like shield wall with terrifying inertia, the shield broke and the spear broke immediately.

Under the terrible impact, countless Dornish soldiers flew out like puppets with the sound of bone fractures, blood spurting wildly from their mouths.

In an instant, the elephant soldiers were like broken bamboos, and the blood mist filled the air. Rows of Dornish soldiers were trampled by like weeds on the side of the road. They were either knocked to their bones and tendons, or trampled into a ball of flesh.

Wherever the elephant soldiers passed by, the ground was in a mess, and the terrifying scene was like Shura's hell.

"The Dornishmen are finished." Edmure Tully watched this scene at the head of Sunspear City, sighing with a complex expression.

"They don't have the means to deal with the soldiers at all." Robert Royce said, "Then, Lord Edmure, have you made a decision? Is it Caesar or Aegon?"

Edmure didn't answer, and looked at the bloody battlefield outside the city, but gradually lost focus.

...

"The Dornishmen are finished!" Little Aegon stood on the sand dune behind, waving his arms excitedly, "Go, my elephant! Crush them! Crush them!"

Looking at the over-excited young prince, Tyrion seemed to see his dead nephew Joffrey in a trance.

Really like it.

"See, Tyrion." Little Aegon turned around and laughed, "Is my elephant powerful?"

"Indeed." Tyrion gave a thumbs up.

At the same time, I wondered whether I should suggest that my father also go to the other side of the Narrow Sea to buy some elephants.

But soon, he shook his head and shook off the thought.

The reason why the fighting elephants had such a miraculous effect was actually because the Yronwood family was defenseless.

As long as they prepare some ballistas, they can make these huge and bloated elephants a living target.

What's more, the elephant's natural enemy is the dragon.

There are three dragons on Caesar's side, and they can easily burn these elephants into barbecue.

However, on the battlefield in front of us, this group of elephants has indeed played a miraculous effect.

They easily tore through the defense line of the Dornish people, and the soldiers of the Golden Regiment followed closely behind, pouring in like a tide, killing the Dornish people's corpses all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river.

It didn't take long for this army of the Yronwood family to be on the verge of collapse.

It is worth mentioning that it was not ordinary soldiers who escaped first, but Sir Olifa Sand, who was the commander-in-chief of the army.

The illegitimate son who jumped out when the bloodline of the Yronwood family was almost cut off, saw that the defeat was doomed, so he turned around and ran away.

At this time, no ambition or glory was as important as his own life.

As the coach's banner fell crookedly, the Yronwood family's army had no hope of turning around.

The entire army formation was cut to pieces by the golden regiment, and the panicked soldiers fled in groups.

The soldiers of the Golden Regiment chased death and chased north, wantonly venting the anger and killing intent accumulated for a long time.

"Dornees are nothing more than that," said little Aegon triumphantly.

"The Dornish people are not good at fighting frontally." Tyrion said, "What's more, the wars in Dorne have not stopped in the past few years. The elite troops of each family are basically exhausted, so of course they are vulnerable."

Although he knew that what the dwarf said was true, little Aegon was still very dissatisfied with the fact that the dwarf poured cold water on him.

He snorted softly and said coldly:

"Lord Tyrion, you have such a strong mouth, why don't you go to Sunspear City as an envoy this time. I believe that the people in the river and valley in the city should see the situation clearly now."

Sooner or later I will die on this stinky mouth. Tyrion wanted to sew his mouth shut, but some words still came out subconsciously:

"Okay, Your Highness. I will tell them that if you don't surrender, you will send elephants to smash through the city walls, rush in and kill them all."

Hearing the sarcasm in the other party's words, little Aegon's face became even worse:

"You go now!"

"Okay." Tyrion turned around and ran with his short legs, secretly thinking that he and the young and energetic prince really didn't get along.

At this time, the battle was still going on, and the Dornishmen still resisted sporadically.

Two soldiers of the Golden Company escorted Tyrion across the field to the gate of Sunspear.

"I am Tyrion Lannister, here to negotiate on behalf of His Royal Highness Aegon, the son of Rhaegar Targaryen!"

Tyrion yelled several times at the top of his voice, and saw a hanging basket dropped from the top of the wall.

"It's a good thing I'm a dwarf." He laughed at himself, and climbed into the basket that could barely hold a person.

The soldiers at the top of the city pulled him up.

When he came to the tower, Tyrion asked as soon as he stood firm:

"Who is in charge here of you? Edmure Tully?"

"Here, only you are responsible for yourself."

Tyrion looked at the young man who spoke, and said with a smile:

"I know you, Ser Robert Royce, second son of Bronze Yohn, don't you?"

"It's an honor to be known by you." Sir Robert nodded, "Come with me, my lords are waiting for you in the Old Palace."

Tyrion ran after him in small steps, but he didn't stop talking:

"I heard that you fought side by side with Caesar, and your father gave him the family bronze armor before he died, right?"

"Are you Aegon's emissary, or Caesar's?"

"I am an emissary from the Lannisters."

Robert laughed lightly: "Lord Tyrion, let me remind you. We are all survivors who have come out of hell, and we are not in the mood to appreciate your witty words. So, when I see you lords later, you'd better give Put out real conditions, rather than patronizing to say some pretty words."

Tyrion looked at the thin soldiers who were almost out of shape, wearing tattered military uniforms and not even equipped with weapons, and felt a little heavy in his heart:

"I see."

The two stopped talking, went down the tower all the way, walked through the winding streets, and came to the castle of the Martell family - the Old Palace.

But at this moment, a shadow suddenly enveloped, covering the bright sun in the sky.

Tyrion stopped and looked up in amazement.

The warm wind brushed against his face, ruffling his hair.

Through the pounding of his heart, Tyrion heard the sound of wings beating the air.

"dragon!"

Tyrion was fascinated by dragons when he was a child, and he had imagined countless times that he would see them one day.

When Uncle Kevan told him that the dragons were long gone, he had cried a lot.

As he grew up, such fantasies have long been left behind, until now...

He never thought that the first time he saw the dragon was in such a scene.

And he didn't expect that the giant dragon was far more beautiful and terrifying than he imagined.

The white dragon hovered over the Old Palace, a shadow from the scorching sun.

A body of milky white scales shone brilliantly in the sun, and its eyes, horns, and spines were blood red. It was so huge that its spread wings were hundreds of feet long.

When it landed on the palace square, the blast of the furnace almost knocked Tyrion away.

The flying dust made Tyrion's eyes water, but he kept them wide open, as if reluctant to look away.

Cleopatra noticed the dwarf's gaze, and her slender neck turned around.

Tyrion could almost see the blackened flesh at the tips of its teeth, and the flames that were almost gushing from the depths of its throat.

His eyes continued to look up, and he saw a familiar figure——

Caesar!

"I seem to be a step late." Samwell said with a smile,

"For a long time, Tyrion."