iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 546 Fishing Net 2
The originally noisy crowd in the hall seemed to be suppressed by an invisible big hand. After a slight noise, they gradually quieted down.

However, noisy shouts and hurried footsteps could still be heard from outside the door. The commotion was like a turbulent undercurrent, constantly impacting the already tense nerves of everyone in the hall.

"I am Mace Tyrell, Lord of Highgarden, Supreme Leader of the Reach, and Hand of the Kingdom."

The Duke of Metz stood up and looked around slowly: "I will protect everyone's safety."

At this suffocatingly tense moment, the prime ministerial demeanor emanating from the Duke of Metz was like a warm spring breeze, perfectly calming those uneasy people.

The people who were originally filled with fear breathed a sigh of relief, the anxiety on their faces gradually faded away, and they sat back in their seats one after another.

Soon, Count Matus, who had gone outside to inquire about the situation, strode back, his left hand grasping the hilt of the sword at his waist, and each step he took was steady and powerful.

Standing under the high seat where the feudal lord sat, his posture was upright and his face looked serious and cold.

"Lord Mace, we were attacked. The enemy used fire ships to set the dock on fire."

Hearing the word "enemy", the people in the hall, who had finally quieted down, suddenly became agitated again... People whispered to each other, their faces full of fear and confusion, and the feeling of uneasiness quickly spread among the crowd again.

Greyjoy is really coming?!
The Duke of Metz stroked his neatly trimmed beard and asked, "Martus, how many enemies are there?"

Count Matus shook his head slightly: "Their soldiers have not appeared yet. The fire ships are the first wave of attack. I think the real attack will come later."

After a slight pause, he continued, "Sir, a soldier reported that the 'Herd Leader' was also hit by a fire ship and caught fire."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Mace's lips could not help but tremble a few times. That was the ship that carried the glory and pride of the River Bay.

"My flagship? This... can I..."

Although it was not stated explicitly, Count Matus knew very well what the feudal lord wanted to express, and he could only shake his head silently.

Standing there, the Duke of Metz's fat chest rose and fell several times, then he moved his feet and walked towards the stairs.

"Martus, follow me!"

On the third floor, the window facing the dock was pushed open forcefully, a wave of heat blew in, and a sea of ​​fire in the direction of the dock instantly came into view.

The blazing flames were like giant dragons with bared fangs and claws, devouring everything there wantonly.

The Duke of Metz squinted his eyes and looked for a while in the direction where the "Leader of the River Bend" was docked. There... it was completely covered by flames and thick smoke, and nothing could be seen clearly.

He held on to a last glimmer of hope in his heart, but as time went by, that glimmer of hope gradually faded.

He finally sighed with regret, he was sure it was too late, the flagship that symbolized the honor of Tyrell was about to be reduced to ashes in the fire.

After calming down a little, the Duke of Metz looked to the side and said, "Count Matus, the enemy is trying to cause us confusion. We need to prepare for the battle immediately."

Count Matus nodded seriously and said, "Yes, sir, the enemy's target is most likely Her Royal Highness the Princess in the castle, but it could also be... you."

As he spoke, he looked around and continued, "According to the laws promulgated by Kleber, the stone walls of this tavern are strong enough and the windows are narrow, making it a good defensive facility."

He added: "We can deploy archers around the tavern, from a high position, to shoot at approaching enemies. We can also arrange elite soldiers to guard the door of the tavern. It will be difficult for the enemy to break through our defense. I don't think the enemy has siege weapons or anything like that. Our advantage is obvious."

The Duke of Metz nodded calmly: "I will ask the guests to move upstairs..."

Before he could finish, Count Matus immediately said, "Lord Metz, please leave the rest of the battle to me."

Hearing this, the Duke of Metz hesitated a little, and Matus said again: "Those guests, if you are not here to take charge, they may cause us unexpected troubles."

After a pause, he added: "The strongest fortress is often first breached from within. This is the motto of Regent Green."

After Count Matus's earnest persuasion, the Duke of Metz sighed and said, "Here... I will take good care of our guests."

He patted Matus' shoulder with his big hand and said, "Tonight, let everyone see the bravery of the Knights of the Reach, my loyal and brave knight."

"As you command, Lord Highgarden!"

The white cloak was swung, and on it... the golden tree emblem of the Rowan family swayed. Earl Matus looked at the captain of the guard of the Tyrell family, nodded, and strode away.

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In the hidden heights of Dragonstone, the wind howled, passing through like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

"My poor children..."

The blazing fire dyed the night sky a strange orange-red color. Euron Greyjoy folded his hands in front of his chest, with a faint smile on his face, looking at the sea of ​​fire in the distance with satisfaction. The firelight reflected his red eyes, like the beating fire of desire.

Next to him was a Maqor priest who could hardly hide his fatigue, and behind him were dozens of "Serenity" crew members whose tongues had been cut off. They stood there motionless with empty eyes, like a group of soulless puppets.

Crow's Eye turned his head to the side, and a strange arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "The sacrifice this time is not small. Alas, they all love me very much. Thinking about it... I am still quite sad."

His voice sounded particularly gloomy in the whistling wind, as if it was a whisper from the seven levels of hell.

"Looking back through history, the crowns of kings were all forged in blood, King Euron."

Moqorro nodded to the Crow's Eye. "Your ironborn will charge through the flames and into Dragonstone, attracting all the guards. Then, it will be a good time for us to 'visit' Dragonstone."

The Crow's Eye joked cheerfully, "The soldiers of Dragonstone won't move, so we're still in a lot of trouble."

Priest Moqorro looked at the hazy outline of Dragonstone. The dark shadow of the castle looked particularly solemn in the night, like a sleeping beast.

He retracted his gaze and spoke slowly: "At least, Your Highness the Princess cannot summon reinforcements tonight. Without reinforcements, your plan will be half successful."

The Crow's Eye laughed: "I am her real reinforcement. What a lucky princess."

"We're ready to go."

Crow's Eye turned and started walking, and everyone slowly moved towards Dragonstone.

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The strong wind came again, with a terrifying howl, as if it was going to turn the whole world upside down.

The sea of ​​fire on the Dragonstone dock seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, rolling madly towards the city.

On the sea, the surging waves hit the side of the ship more and more violently, and the dull sounds came one after another, like the prelude to war.

The iconic sea monster flag of the Greyjoy family was flying high, dancing wildly in the wind, as if a real sea monster was roaring.

All around, the flags of the various families of the Iron Islands stood like a forest, intertwined with each other, forming another ocean of flags under the gray sky.

"Long live the king!"

"Pike City!"

"Long Live the Iron Islands!"

Deafening shouts came from the densely packed longships unique to the Iron Islands, and on each ship were ironborns armed and ready for battle.

There was a fanatic and ferocious light in their eyes, and the sea breeze was howling, blowing their messy beards and hair.

The sea breeze was whistling, cutting across their faces like a sharp blade and blowing their messy hair and beards, but they were unaware of it and were only thinking about the upcoming fight.

The sharp bow of the Iron Islands split the waves like a sharp blade, splashing waves and leaving white water marks on both sides of the hull.

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The waves pounded against the shore, stirring up layers of spray, and as the longship approached the pier and the nearby foreshore, the ironborn stood up one after another.

Their bodies swayed with the violent shaking of the ship, but thanks to their sense of balance from years of living at sea, they still stood firmly on the deck.

"Ironborn, charge!"

Following the order, the iron race on the first longship jumped down first and rushed forward.

The longships behind were not to be outdone. A steady stream of iron species poured out of the ships, wading through the water and rushing quickly towards their target.

The landed iron races quickly gathered together and formed combat teams. They shouted and screamed, their voices full of wildness and madness.

They bypassed the sea of ​​fire and swarmed towards the other side of the city. Among them... the largest tavern on Dragonstone took up more than half of the iron races.

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In front of the tavern, Count Matus stood on a high place, pointing his sword forward and roaring, "Shoot!"

Following Matus' shout, the archers on the roof and windows of the tavern quickly pulled their bowstrings and shot sharp arrows like raindrops at the oncoming Iron Seed. The arrows flashed coldly in the light of the fire, cutting through the night sky.

(End of this chapter)