Game of Thrones: Oath of Iron and Fire-Chapter 51: Battle Rages Around Gendry

Blazing flames ignited around Gendry as he swung his mace, charging into the Second Sons.

Gendry was the kind of tall and mighty knight people imagined when they thought of Northern warriors, and the Wolfpack knights behind him were no different.

Only he was even more ferocious and stronger. He was the descendant of the storm, and he brought the storm's greeting.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The Cat's Guild hadn't expected the Wolfpack to launch a fierce frontal assault at dawn. After a moment of panic, their swift and powerful arrow volleys did little to slow the Wolfpack's advance. Bloodbeard, though ruthless, had plenty of battle experience.

"Long live the Wolfpack!" The Wolfpack knights gathered under their banner, clad in black or grey plate armor and scale mail, a privilege perhaps only the Stark family of the North could afford. But in the wealthy Disputed Lands, the Wolfpack had turned into a heavy-armored, iron-fisted force.

Amidst the desolate sound of war horns, Gendry and Longspear led an arrowhead formation that was unstoppable, easily slicing through the Second Sons' ranks.

"Thud!" Gendry's mace was a force to be reckoned with, whether he was defending or attacking. Along the way, all that met Gendry's mace was death. Knights of the Second Sons who stood in his way often had their skulls crushed or chests caved in, with ribs and hearts shattered.

Gendry crushed all knights who dared to resist; he was all about killing. He aimed for heads, hearts, throats, and spines. Every swing of his mace was perfectly timed, as if he had practiced it a thousand times. It was like blacksmithing, only people were not made of iron and couldn't withstand it.

The horse was a Dornish steed, and the rider was a storm warrior. Horizontal slashes, heavy mace strikes, parries, defenses, and counterattacks—every move of the stag was simple yet held the essence of a warrior. It was all about being faster, higher, stronger, and more powerful than others.

In all human professions, talent and training are important. Following a routine can make you a top-tier expert, but to be super elite, you need a bit of talent. In combat, Gendry had super elite talent and countless training sessions; he had the potential to become the epitome of a warrior.

"Long live the Wolfpack!" The Wolfpack knights were killing with gusto as the Second Sons crumbled. The Second Sons' equipment was terrible; it was not outstanding at all.

Seeing the fierce Wolfpack knights, the Second Sons' knights began to scatter and run for their lives. Although the Second Sons were not good at facing enemies head-on, they were pretty good at escaping.

"Organize, organize the defense!" Mero, the captain of the Second Sons, shouted while looking for protection from the Cat's Guild.

"Useless! A bunch of cowards!" The banner of the Broken Sword flapped chaotically in the wind as the Second Sons' riders fled in disarray. The Second Sons' line was on the verge of collapse, while the Wolfpack infantry, waving their shields, pressed out from Powdergrass Manor, with the organized ranks of the Free Army soldiers following behind.

Bloodbeard finally made up his mind; he couldn't let the Second Sons be destroyed, as it would shake the morale of his troops. Unfortunately, the Long Spears couldn't be deployed.

"Go and support the Second Sons; I want them alive!" Bloodbeard sent out a hundred and fifty riders and several hundred free sellswords to aid the Second Sons.

"The rest of the cavalry and infantry follow me and press forward. Once the Unsullied's shield wall is formed, we're done for. Press forward and break through the front. Those few hundred riders, even if they beat the Second Sons, will have lost everything."

The Titan's Bastard, Mero, watched the fleeing or collapsing Second Sons soldiers. They were a slippery, losing, deceitful bunch, but they were his hope.

Mero shouted and desperately called for help.

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But Mero, clad in chainmail, still drew attention. Mero was from Braavos, tall with pale green eyes and a thick, waist-length red-gold beard.

Longspear charged over, bringing a whirlwind of death, thrusting at the captain of the Second Sons.

"Damn it, where's the Cat's Guild! Bloodbeard, you bastard!" Mero was furious and shouted as he drew his steel sword. He raised his shield to block Longspear's relentless thrusts. But despite Mero's efforts to parry left and right, he was still struck in the right armpit, and blood flowed out instantly.

"Damn it!" The Titan's Bastard felt some pain and slowed down a bit. But the sound of Longspear's charge continued to come.

Mero raised his shield, but Longspear skillfully shifted position, and his spear pierced a piece of flesh on Mero's throat. The Titan's Bastard was terrified and prepared to join the Cat's Guild in the center.

But a black steed somehow blocked Mero's way, and the head wolf under the iron mask swung his mace down with irresistible force.

Injured Mero barely blocked the first blow, but the pressure was so great that his sword fell to the ground. Gendry's successive heavy mace strikes were even more powerful than the first one. The warhammer shattered Mero's helmet and crushed his skull. Blood, brains, and bone fragments flew up, and Mero fell like a mountain.

"The Titan's Bastard is dead!"

"The Titan's Bastard is dead!"

The knights of the Cat's Guild and the subsequent free knights who came to help saw the bloody scene and dared not move forward. They could only assist in gathering the remnants of the troops. When the Second Sons finally reorganized their line, the Wolfpack knights suddenly changed direction and charged towards the Myrish Three Daughters.

The Wolfpack's heavy cavalry, like a storm, easily crushed the Second Sons, free sellswords, and slave soldiers guarding the catapults of the Myrish Three Daughters.

"We surrender!" "We surrender!" The slaves shouted and began to point their weapons at the Second Sons and free sellswords.

The Wolfpack knights, like a howling storm, effortlessly shattered the defenders of the catapults and used chains to pull down the "Wolfslayer." The slave soldiers also voluntarily pushed over the "Myrish Glory" and "Myrish Matron."

The free sellswords scattered and fled, while the Second Sons, led by others, surrendered to Gendry along with the escaped slaves.

The leader of the Second Sons had a broad face, brown skin, a broken nose, thick grey hair, and almond-shaped black eyes inherited from his Dothraki mother, with some wrinkles at the corners.

"We surrender to the great liberator, the head wolf. The commander of the Wolfpack and the Free Army!"

"Who are you?" Gendry asked.

"I am Ben Plumm, a member of the Second Sons. My colleagues love me and have asked me to surrender to the Wolf King."

"Good. Mero is dead. Put away your banners and join me in attacking the Cat's Guild. You're good at running away, but now I want you to fight!" Gendry pointed his hammer at Brown Ben.

"The Wolf King can trust us. The Second Sons are always with the winners," Brown Ben called out.

Everyone spurred their horses and charged towards the rear of the Cat's Guild and the free sellswords. The flames of war burned brighter and brighter.

The desolate sound of war horns rang out, and the warriors roared like thunder. The longbowmen and shield bearers on the west side, arranged by the Bowyer, rained arrows down, while the shield wall on the east side was fully formed, and the spear formation pressed irresistibly towards Bloodbeard.

And the Myrish Three Daughters, the fall of the three catapults was a fatal blow to the morale of the Myrish. Many free sellswords had already broken free from the control of the Myrish overseers and scattered to flee.

"Useless!"

"Useless!"

Bloodbeard's eyes were bloodshot, and he raged.

"The catapults have fallen! Are the Second Sons and those free sellswords, slave soldiers, all cowards?" Bloodbeard shouted. He felt that his formation was on the verge of collapse, and instead, the Cat's Guild was about to be annihilated.

"The Second Sons have defected! They have cut off our retreat from behind with the Wolfpack and the slaves!"

"Captain, the Long Spears, the Long Spears have also begun to attack us!"

Bloodbeard's vision went black. He had known these men were unreliable and should have waited for the more formidable Windblown or the Golden Company.

"Captain, retreat!"

"The morale is wavering. If we stay, we'll all die here!"

"Retreat!" Bloodbeard gritted his teeth. Better to run than to be wiped out.

"Bad news, bad news. The scouts in the rear have seen banners. They belong to the Golden Company, and they've even brought elephants!"

"What!" Bloodbeard hurriedly looked back. This news was even more deadly.

The banners with skulls fluttered up, and the massive elephants gradually became clear in Bloodbeard's sight.

The Golden Company had refused the Myrish attack and instead joined the Wolfpack.

It's over, all over! Bloodbeard's body trembled.