Game of Thrones: From King of Elden to Teen Wolf Lord

Chapter 120
Wildfire was originally difficult to refine and preserve. When Stannis raised an army to attack King's Landing, Cersei ordered the alchemists to refine wildfire in large quantities.

The alchemists at that time discovered that refining wildfire had become easier. They couldn't help but think of an ancient alchemist's guess: the spell to make wildfire was not as effective as in ancient times because of the disappearance of the dragon.

Wildfire is a strong green liquid that is very flammable.

Once a wildfire is ignited, it will surely burn the object.It can seep into clothing, wood, leather and even steel, setting them all on fire.Even a floating wildfire can burn.

When Stannis' ships attacked, the imp lit wildfires on the sea and burned most of the opponent's ships.

Because of their explosive nature, wildfires are also strictly transported and preserved.

All wildfires transported from King's Landing to this side are transported at night. The trucks are filled with sand as a precaution. After arriving at the destination, they are sealed with wax and placed in the cellar. The cellar is then filled with water using a pump for storage.

Tywin's march was so slow because the wildfire was holding him back.

Near Highgarden, the Hightower army.

The bachelors scolded loudly: "Be careful, don't expose that thing if you don't want to die!"

"Remember, even if you just put it under the sun, wildfire will be ignited. When it burns, you and I will be dead!"

The soldiers tremblingly held up the clay pot, carefully placed it on the catapult, and then rushed the pot of unlucky things to Highgarden City.

The clay pot drew a graceful arc in the air and hit the wall of the High Court.

The can shattered, and the green liquid inside spread out instantly, and the dazzling sunlight instantly ignited the liquid.

The ignited wildfire erupted into a heat wave that swept around and engulfed the soldiers.

"Ahhh!"

"My hands were set on fire by wildfire!"

"Quickly put these things out, water!"

"Water is useless, idiot! This thing will burn on water, use sand, quick!"

The soldiers on the city wall suddenly became confused. The destructive power of wildfire and its ability to damage morale were much greater than any boulder.

At least he was accidentally hit by a boulder and it only took a moment.

But if you are burned to death by wildfire, the pain is not something ordinary people can bear!

The attendants on the left and right were all anxious: "Lord Mace, let's go back to the inner city quickly, it's too dangerous here!"

"Ah! Yes... you are right, this place... is very dangerous..."

The Duke of Metz was still a little dazed and seemed to be frightened by the sight in front of him.

With the support of his attendants, the Duke of Metz returned to the inner city in a panic with a big belly.

Before he left, he looked back and saw thousands of soldiers standing densely on the city wall, guarding their posts in fear.

"What can we do? We can only take a beating but cannot fight back. If this continues, the city wall outside will be thrown away sooner or later!"

The Duke of Metz paced back and forth anxiously. He subconsciously wanted to go to his mother and sons to discuss countermeasures, but he immediately realized that they were not in Highgarden.

There is still an heir by his side, hey, it is better not to go to him, it will only increase his troubles.

"Sir, the morale of the defenders on the city wall is low. This is not the way to go!"

The Duke of Metz said angrily: "I know, but what can I do!"

The attendants looked at each other, and they all didn't know what to say: You are the Duke, and you don't know what to do, so let's go out and vote!

The Duke of Metz was restless, as the sounds of exploding boulders and wildfires kept coming from outside.

Although he didn't hear it, the screams and wails of the soldiers still appeared in the Duke of Metz's ears.

It seemed that the next second, the soldiers were about to retreat, unwilling to stand on the wall and die in vain.

However, there are no more soldiers on the city wall. What if the other party sends soldiers to seize the city wall?
The attendants sent another bad news: "Sir, a large enemy force seems to be attacking us!"

When the Duke of Metz heard this, he was shocked: "Quick! Arrange someone to stop him!"

The Hightower family's army is about the same size as the defenders stationed in Highgarden. Although the Duke of Metz's combat effectiveness is average, it is still easy to defend due to the blessing of the Highgarden wall.

But something is wrong with the situation now.

In the next three days, the Duke of Metz couldn't eat well in the inner city, couldn't sleep well, and the previous battle reports were getting worse each time.

If it weren't for the abundance of supplies and soldiers in the High Court, the High Court would have been lost long ago.

There are many family lords and knights who insist on command and maintain the stability of the city wall.

The soldiers who had been demoralized by the wildfire were immediately replaced and replaced with rested soldiers to continue.

They hid behind stones that could not be burned by wildfires, and carried large amounts of sand to the city walls to extinguish those who were set alight in time.

"Hold on! Damn it, we can't hold on much longer. Where is Lord Mace?"

On the city wall, a noble-looking man asked the people below.

After the Duke of Metz left, this nobleman consciously assumed the role of commander-in-chief. It was also his credit that the soldiers in the High Court persisted for three days despite being beaten one-sidedly.

There may be many soldiers who look down on Lord Mace in their hearts.But for the commander in front of them, they obeyed from the bottom of their hearts and were willing to unite with him to protect their hometown.

Because he is the last legend of the Reach, the last face!

"Lord Randyll Tarly, um... Lord Mace is extremely scared. He is drinking in the inner city now!" the waiter whispered.

Randyll Tarly, Lord of House Tarly and Lord of Hornhill.

In the Usurper's War, Robert won three out of three battles, almost invincibly defeating all the nobles who supported the Targaryen family.

But Randyll Tarly led the vanguard of the Reach to end Robert's myth.

Robert was defeated for the first and last time. He escaped with serious injuries, and Randyll Tarly became famous in the battle.

Afterwards, the Duke of Metz rushed to the battlefield with the main force, trying to take credit for defeating Robert, but he was blamed.

Hearing that Mace was still drinking, Lord Randyll Tarly threw his helmet to the ground angrily and cursed: "This old guy!"

Peng!
Another boulder flew towards the city wall and shattered into pieces. The flying stones flew everywhere and almost found Lord Randyll Tarly's bare head.

The attendant was startled: "Lord Landao, you'd better put on your helmet quickly!"

Randyll Tully picked up the helmet while cursing: "Did their rocks arrive again? They didn't throw any rocks yesterday, and they're here again today!"

"How on earth did these people from the academy study that this garage, which can hold a hundred soldiers, is as high as the city wall!"

Randyll Tully had already fought off several waves of enemies that emerged from the garage.

In fact, he hoped that the other party would send soldiers to attack the city, at least then those monster-like catapults would not work at this time.

At least you can fight back when fighting someone.

"They probably don't have much stock of such dangerous goods..."

Randyll Tarly took a look at the battlefield and determined that the enemy would not attack in a short time.Striding towards the inner city.

The attendants were unable to stop him and did not dare to stop him, allowing Lord Randyll Tarly to find the drunken Duke of Mace.

Randyll Tully said loudly: "You're still drinking here, the city will be destroyed soon, you'd better run for your life quickly!"

The Duke of Metz still had some consciousness: "How can I run away? This is High Court. If I run away, how can I deal with the family?"

Landao suddenly took a step forward, grabbed the Duke of Metz by his collar, and wanted to lift him up and curse him angrily.

But the Duke of Mace was too fat. Randyll Tully tried twice without success and had to give up.

"You still know how to maintain the honor of the family! Look what you are doing now?"

"I'm telling you, as long as the opponent fights for a few more rounds, we won't be able to defend it! When they break into Highgarden, you will be the first to be killed!"

Randyll Tarly and the Duke of Metz are also old acquaintances, and they speak without mercy.

The Duke of Metz jumped in fright and suddenly became half sober.

"Then... what to do then!"

"What should we do?" Earl Randyll Tully was too lazy to talk in circles with him. "If we continue like this, we can only wait for death to defend the city. Now we can only find a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation!"

Count Randyll Tarly's face was full of determination, which was in sharp contrast to the fear and hesitation on Duke Metz's face: "I will take the people outside to kill for a while and break their front!"

Duke Mace was startled: "We...should hold on, Robb said..."

Randyll Tully hated iron and said: "The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. You have no ability to deal with the situation. Of course you can only defend the city, but you can't defend it now. Only if I lead people out to fight can we have any chance of survival!"

The Duke of Metz has run out of ideas: "Okay... then you go."

Randyll Tully almost laughed out of anger: "If I go, won't there be no one on the wall to command?"

"Yeah, what about the city wall?"

Randyll Tarly tried to drag the Duke of Mace away again and cursed him angrily.

"Of course it's you, can you use your brain! Apart from you appearing on the city wall to defend the city, who else can improve morale?!"

The Duke of Metz's face suddenly changed, revealing a constipated expression.

He looked left and right, knowing that what Landao said was true.

Everything in High Garden is the memory of his growth. No matter how useless he is, he must at least dedicate everything to protecting High Garden!
The Duke of Metz soon showed a determined expression: "Okay! I'll go back to the city wall!"

Randyll Tully nodded, his old friend finally got tough.

"I will count the soldiers right away. When the time comes, I will fight out. You will lead the soldiers on the city wall to shout, guard the city wall, and kill any enemies that may climb up."

The Duke of Metz looked bitter: "I can't do this. I'm afraid I will run away by then."

"Why are you running? Your legs will be weak by then!" Landao said unceremoniously, "I will arrange guards to protect you."

The Duke of Metz thought it made sense: "But it doesn't look good if I'm scared. Tie me to a spear so that I can't run away or fall to the ground. The soldiers guarding the city can see me and know I stand with them!"

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(End of this chapter)