Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 71 Confidence

   "Madam Nora, do you have anything to do with me?"

   Just finished lecturing the recruits, Samwell asked while drinking the wine handed by his attendants.

  Nara put her wind-blown hair behind her ears and asked softly:

   "Master Caesar, I heard that the Dane family of Starfall City is about to attack Yingzui Island?"

   "Yes." Samwell nodded, "The Crow Tribe is not my territory, so if you want to leave, I will not stop you."

   After speaking, he turned around and walked forward.

   Time is urgent, he really doesn't have the heart to deal with these people from the Youya tribe, anyway, they are not many in number, so they can't be regarded as a big help.

   Unexpectedly, Nora followed Samwell's footsteps and said:

   "My lord, you misunderstood. You have always taken good care of the Youya Tribe. We will never forget this kindness. If Yingzui Island is in trouble, we will not sit idly by."

  Samwell looked at the woman beside him in surprise, and his tone became solemn:

   "Thanks to the Raven Crow Tribe for extending a helping hand in times of crisis, I will remember it in my heart."

   "This is what we should do. However, the old and weak women and children of the tribe will be evacuated to the village outside the valley along with the orphanage. One hundred and eighty-five warriors in the tribe and I will stay to help you guard the territory."

   "Okay!" Samwell nodded, but saw that Nora seemed hesitant to speak.

  He waited patiently for a while, but Nora still didn't say anything after all, turned around and left after bowing.

  Samwell stopped on the spot, stared at Nora's back for a while, and guessed in his heart what the other party was hesitating just now.

  But since Nora didn't speak in the end, Samwell didn't intend to force her to ask.

  Because he knew very well that even if Nora revealed her true identity now, it would be impossible to stop this war.

  The illegitimate son of Starfall City will not give up his ambition for a woman who has been "dead" for more than ten years.

   It is impossible for the soldiers of the Dane family to lay down their swords because of an unidentified "Ashara Dayne".

   Of course, this is not to say that Ashara's identity is useless.

  Just like Robert Baratheon was able to sit on the Iron Throne, certainly not because there was a trace of "true dragon blood" in his body, but because he won the War of the Snatchers.

But you can't deny the usefulness of this "blood of the real dragon", because it greatly reduces the will of the nobles loyal to the Targaryen royal family to resist, allowing them to deceive themselves that they didn't betray their oath-Robert is also a Targaryen, Although strictly speaking it is only a quarter.

   Similarly, although the current Ashara Dayne is useless, if Samwell wins this war, it will be different.

  The vassals and subjects of the Dane family would certainly not surrender easily to a river bend nobleman, but it would be different if it was Ashara.

  They will swear allegiance to her with peace of mind. As for whether there is a guy named Caesar standing behind her, most of them will choose to turn a blind eye.

   But the premise of everything is that he must win this war!

  Picking up his mood, Samwell continued on his way. Along the way, he met the leaders who were busy preparing for the battle and saluted him one after another.

  Samwell also nodded to them with a smile, while observing the state of mind of the citizens, he found that there was not much panic on their faces.

  It's right to think about it, these savages don't have much idea of ​​the power of the Dane family, but are full of awe and confidence in their lord.

  Perhaps in their view, the invincible Lord Caesar will definitely lead them to victory again.

  Unfortunately, what they don't know is that their lord is not as calm as he appears in his heart.

  Because Samwell knew very well that the army of the Dane family was not the savages he had bullied before, and the weapons and equipment and the quality of the soldiers were completely different.

   What's more, the opponent still has an advantage in numbers.

  This kind of absolute headwind battle, in addition to praying that the "gadgets" of the Bachelor of Science and Technology will have the expected effect, otherwise, if it is fought normally, with Yingzuiyu's current strength, there is a high probability that it will not be able to defend.

  Of course, on the surface he still has to put on a confident look, otherwise people will be confused.

   All the way to Bachelor Coburn's hut, just as Samwell opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

   "How's it going?" He tried to keep his tone calm.

   "It's better than I expected." Bachelor Qyburn had a confident smile on his lips.

   As he spoke, he threw a typical Dorne armor on the ground.

  The desert’s hot climate and harsh sunlight allowed the Dornishmen to reduce the amount of metal they wore on their bodies as much as possible to avoid being scalded, so this armor is actually a pair of leather armor, with steel on only a few key points and hooks.

  Kyburn took out another bottle and poured the liquid inside on the leather armor.

   Take a few steps back and throw the candle over—

  Boom!

  The leather armor was instantly covered in blue flames.

  Samwell's eyes lit up, he immediately took off his coat, stepped forward and slapped the burning leather armor continuously.

  The fire was much smaller than the naked eye, but it was not completely extinguished.

   And the coat in Samwell's hand was gradually covered with flames and started to burn, so he had to throw it away.

  After the beating stopped, the fire on the leather armor became vigorous again.

  Samwell nodded with satisfaction, and asked again:

   "What about the water?"

  Kybain did not speak, but picked up a basin of water prepared on the table, and poured it towards the leather armor.

  Puff Chi—

  Sparks splattered, and the fire became smaller, but soon, it reappeared.

  Samwell piled up the sand again, and soon the fire really went out.

  Bachelor Coben said on the side: "As long as it is covered with sand or immersed in water, the fire will be extinguished. This is indeed not as good as a real wildfire."

   In fact, Samwell is already very satisfied.

  The degree of brandy is only 40 to 50 degrees, so it is definitely no problem to ignite it, but it is not difficult to extinguish the fire. It is too difficult to use it on the battlefield to fight against the enemy.

   And after Maester Coburn added some "gadgets" to it, although this thing is not as good as the real "wildfire", it has already made Samwell overjoyed.

   This thing is not impossible to crack, but the Dornish people will definitely not know how to crack it for the first time, and even these soil turtles who have only seen low-alcohol wine will not associate wine with fire at all.

   This gap in knowledge is enough to secure a victory!

   "Very good! Bachelor Coburn, I need you to turn all the brandy in the territory into this kind of thing as quickly as possible!"

   "All?" Cobain couldn't hide his surprise.

  He knows exactly how much brandy is currently in the territory.

  That was the production in the past three months, and it was originally intended to be delivered to Qingting Island, Old Town, and the first batch of brandy sold in High Court.

   Can be called priceless.

   "All!" Samwell gritted his teeth.

  Although he felt sorry for the drinks, he didn't dare to hold anything back in the face of a strong enemy.

   Otherwise, once he loses, he will have nothing.

   "How long will it take you to finish?"

  Cobain pondered for a moment: "About three or four days."

   "Okay! I need someone to tell me that your task is now the first priority."

   "Yes, my lord."

   Walking out of the hut, Samwell let out a long breath.

  With the castrated version of "Wildfire" produced by Bachelor Coburn, he finally has confidence in the upcoming battle.

  Of course, he also knew that his battle plan had to be changed accordingly.

   "Gavin!" Samwell walked a few steps quickly, calling out to the busy young housekeeper.