Game of Thrones: Roar of the Dragon

Chapter 55: Red Robe Monk, Comprehensive Attack
The northern city of Tyrosh is adjacent to steep mountains and the overall terrain is relatively high.

Therefore, the mansions of those kings, governors, and wealthy businessmen who liked to stand on high places and look down on the world were built in this area.

In addition, various administrative departments are gathered nearby to facilitate service to senior executives.

The entire North City District can be described as a combination of an administrative district and a wealthy area.

Wow~~
A dozen black fire meteors fell in a spacious courtyard full of colorful flowers and plants, in a very Tyroshi style.

The black-gray flames ignited as soon as they hit the ground, quickly devouring the surrounding flowers and plants to grow stronger.

"It's on fire, come and put it out!"

With a burst of exclamations and shouts, a number of decently dressed male slaves came over carrying buckets of water.

Blah, blah!
boom!
Buckets of clean water were poured over, but the black and gray flames that had spread across half of the courtyard did not go out but grew stronger.

Ah!
A slave who was standing close to him accidentally had his right hand burned by the exploding black-gray flames.

The dark grey flame, like a living thing, instantly devoured the flesh and blood of the slave's right hand and began to spread towards his forearm.

Oh!

There was a flash of cold light, and the slave's burning right arm was cut off at the elbow.

"We can't put out this hellfire, go and get the lady and the masters and young ladies.

Then leave here immediately and go find the Maharaja!"

The man who decisively drew his sword and cut off the arm was the captain of Lord Pachek's personal guard. Knowing the power of the black and gray flames, he immediately gave orders to the slaves.

After a commotion, the captain of the guards led several of his guards.
Maharaja Pachec's wife and children, surrounded by slaves, escaped from the courtyard that was nearly half engulfed by black and gray flames.

But it was not just the residence of Maharaja Pachek that was ablaze with black and grey flames, but most of the northern city area.

Screams and wails could be heard from the burning luxurious courtyard surrounding the Maharaja’s residence.

The originally bustling and wide streets were now crowded with people fleeing in panic.

At this time, no one will let you escape first just because you are a relative of the Maharaja or the Governor.

The captain of the guards looked around the northern city area where the fire was getting more and more intense, then suddenly swung the sword in his hand and slashed at the crowd blocking his way.

"Follow the Maharaja's orders, and those who stand in your way will die!"

When the guards saw their captain taking action, they started killing without hesitation and shouted loudly.

Led by the captain of the guard, they quickly fought their way through the crowded crowd.

Wow!
Just as the blood-soaked captain of the guards was about to leave the northern city area, a collapsed dome-shaped spire fell horizontally at the street intersection.

The terrifying black and gray flames immediately blocked the escape route.

This sudden change immediately made the captain of the guards look desperate, and the many people behind him also cried and wailed.

Rustling!

Many red figures appeared faintly behind the black-grey flames, and they kept throwing unknown objects towards the flames.

The black-gray flames that were originally burning very vigorously gradually died down and finally went out completely.

Looking at the rubble of the spire that was still smoking but had no open flames, the captain of the guards tilted his head and winked at the guards behind him.

After the guard understood what was happening, he grabbed a slave and pushed him forward.

The slave was caught off guard and fell into the rubble of the spire. Apart from screaming in pain from the heat of the still warm rubble, there was nothing unusual about him.

The captain of the guards heaved a sigh of relief and immediately led the team forward.

As he made his way through the rubble of the spire, he looked carefully at his feet.

It turned out that what those red figures threw out were lumps of wet mud.

The captain of the guard just memorized the method of how to extinguish the hellfire.
A monk in a scarlet robe in front of him said to him: "The night is long and dark, and everywhere is dangerous!

I, the Lord of Light, will show you the way!"

The red-robed monk of the Temple of the King of Light!
The captain of the guards immediately understood the other party's identity and hurriedly replied respectfully: "Praise the King of Light!

I will report everything that happened here to Maharaja Pachek!"

Under normal circumstances, as the captain of the personal guard of Lord Pachek, he would not have to show favor to the red-robed monk. After all, in Tyrosh, the three-headed god is the mainstream belief.

But after today's changes, the faith in the King of Light will surely grow explosively.

The red-robed monk nodded and began to order other red-robed monks and R'hllor's servants (temple slaves) to build a firebreak with moist mud.

People kept escaping from the street entrance, and they were all grateful to the red-robed monk.

But the red-robed monk ignored them and looked up at the giant emerald dragon in the sky.

He murmured, "Black flame, fear, death!
Is this the power of the God of Cold, the only enemy of the Lord of Light in the teachings and prophecies?"

……

High in the sky above Tyrosh, Jacaerys was observing the overall situation from the perspective of watching e-sports games in his previous life.

Most of the northwestern urban area of ​​Tylo has fallen.

Perhaps it was the irony of him riding a dragon over the head of a dying man.

The refresh rate of the entry points in the lower left corner of the field of vision is even faster than when the dragon flame burned the sea before.

Nearly half of the slave soldiers on the east wall were withdrawn.

Judging from the direction they are heading, they should be heading to rescue the northern city area.

This was clearly an order from the Maharaja of Pacheco and the governors.

With the speed at which the black-grey flames spread, by the time this group of reinforcements arrived, the entire North City area had already fallen.

The northern section of the city wall, with half of the slave soldiers missing, will become the best breakthrough point for the Unsullied Legion and the Bloodstone Island soldiers.

This is the consequence of laymen commanding professionals.

But for Jakaris, the dumber the enemy, the better!

Hooray, hooray!
Ang~~
Womax flapped his wings and flew over the northern section of the city wall, emitting the third dragon roar of the day.

Clang, clang!
The 700 Unsullied who had been supervising the battle in the rear of the cannon fodder army obeyed the order, raised their shields and held up their guns, and approached the northern section of the city wall.

The remaining 1,600 Bloodstone Island soldiers split into two and approached from the left and right sides.

I don't know whether to say that Jakaris is reckless and impulsive, or that he is skilled and bold.

In a siege of a fortress city like this, there is absolutely no need for a long back and forth struggle.

They actually launched a full-scale general offensive, trying to take the city in one battle!
Thousands of the cannon fodder army had been hiding in the slave towns, neither charging nor fleeing.

But under the pressure of the Unsullied Legion and the soldiers of Bloodstone Island, they can only bite the bullet and move forward towards the walls of Tyrosh.

With so many cannon fodder acting as meat shields on the front of the east wall, there was almost no obstacle to the advance of the Unsullied Legion and the soldiers of Bloodstone Island on the right.

The soldiers of Bloodstone Island on the left side paused noticeably due to the attack from the direct fleet outside the beach.

Without any hesitation, Womax flapped his wings and dived towards the direct fleet.

The Tyrosh side kept a close eye on the movements of the Emerald Dragon in the sky.

The direct fleet, which had slowly changed direction when the Emerald Dragon appeared, immediately stopped attacking and fled hurriedly towards the port of Tyrosh.

Boom boom boom!
As Vermax came within range, the large ballistae at the southernmost end of the east wall immediately fired at it.

Faced with a normal crossbow arrow with a normal firing rate, Womax could actually dodge it quite easily.

However, the large ballistae arranged on the walls of Tyrosh were indeed too dense, and there was always one that could not be avoided.

Click!

Jacaris skillfully manipulated Wormax to use the hardest dragon scales on his chest to resist the crossbow arrows, and several pieces of the emerald dragon scales shattered instantly.

With the growth rate increased by the Gluttony attribute, these dragon scales will be able to grow back in less than two days.

But in subsequent battles, he must pay special attention to the place where the dragon scale was broken.

The large crossbows on the southern section of the city wall fell into a silent period of rewinding and changing arrows after the volley.

Next, it's Womacks' turn to attack!

(End of this chapter)