MTL - Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King-Chapter 216 exile

  Chapter 216 Exile

   "Hahahahahaha!"

  A nearly crazy smile echoed in the forest, dispelling the almost stagnant atmosphere.

The nobles of the Reach were still immersed in the shock that the Duke of Highgarden was forced to bow his head and admit his mistake by a little baron. At this time, they were awakened by laughter, only to find that it was "Kingslayer" Jaime Lannister laughing on the horse. Lean forward and backward.

   "I'm dying of laughter! I'm dying of laughter! Can you people in Hewan not even tell the difference between a horse and a deer? Hahahaha..."

  Samwell said: "Is it so funny? Kingslayer."

"Isn't it funny?" James covered his stomach with his remaining left hand, still laughing, "I actually saw a lie being twisted into the truth with my own eyes, you people from Hewan are amazing! Mr. Inflatable Fish, you will never stop Will you really want to ride that deer? Then I suggest you change to a better saddle, oh no, a deer saddle. Hahahahaha..."

  The Duke of Metz blushed and bowed his head in silence, as if he had made up his mind to be an ostrich.

   Samwell retorted:

"Kingslayer, how many lies have you woven with your own hands? Whose heirs are Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen? Who pushed Bran Stark of Winterfell from the tower? Do you dare to tell the truth?"

   James' smile froze on his face.

  In fact, the former is okay, he has long wanted to reveal the truth to the public, but his father and sister have always been reluctant to part with the Iron Throne.

   But the latter…

  How would he know?

  James was suddenly terrified.

  The evil hidden in his heart was exposed in public, which gave him the illusion of being exposed to the sun without clothes.

  The gazes cast by everyone were like big hands, constantly stripping away his little self-esteem and pride. He was powerless to resist, and could only allow his ugliness and meanness to be torn apart like **** wounds.

"Kingslayer? Why aren't you talking?" Samwell asked urgently, "I heard that there is a "White Code" in the White Sword Tower of the Red Castle in King's Landing, which records every one who has guarded the king for three hundred years. The exploits of the White Knights of the Kingsguard of the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms. What do you think your page, Kingslayer, will be?"

  James lowered his head, his slightly messy long hair covering his face.

   "Sir James of the Lannister family." Samwell continued, his voice was as loud as a bell, as if the heavenly father was pronouncing a sentence,

   "The eldest son of Lord Tywin Lannister and Lady Joanna of Casterly Rock. He served as an attendant to Lord Sumner Crakeher in his youth, and accompanied him to wipe out the Kingswood Brotherhood.

  At the age of fifteen, he was knighted by Sir Arthur Dayne of the Kingsguard for his bravery in battle. In the same year, he was promoted to the Kingsguard by King Aerys II Targaryen and became a White Knight.

  When the king fell into the city, he killed the king under the Iron Throne, thus gaining the title of "King Slayer".

   Then, "Kingslayer", what should I write next? "

  James didn't speak, he was suddenly horrified to find that his life was so poor and empty, even ugly.

   "I'll tell you how to write it." Samwell smiled coldly and continued,

  "After being pardoned by Robert Baratheon I, he continued to serve as the Kingsguard, but he had an affair with Queen Cersei Lannister and gave birth to three evil seeds who stole the Iron Throne.

  During the visit to Winterfell with King Robert, he personally pushed Bran, the young boy of the Stark family, down the tower due to the discovery of his sister's adultery, causing him to be paralyzed.

  Following the false king Joffrey to fight against Dorne, he was beheaded by Samwell Caesar in the sky and the city, and has since become a waste who dare not draw his sword..."

   "Shut up!" James suddenly yelled furiously, "Caesar! Shut up!"

   "You want me to shut up? Yes, don't use weak words, use your sword." Samwell provocatively said.

  James' left hand was pressed on the hilt of the sword, but he never pulled it out.

  His body began to tremble, and Tianjicheng's extremely terrifying, fiery sword that did not belong to the mortal world flashed through his mind.

   Countless midnight dreams, James' heart was filled with fear.

  He didn't know how to take such a sword.

   That is not a sword that mortals can block!

  Especially now that he only has left hand left...

how to spell?

  He never imagined that one day he would dare not draw his sword.

  But if he dared not draw his sword from now on, what would he become?

  A corpse in a white robe?

   "Kingslayer!" Samwell provoked again, "Are you really a waste who dare not draw your sword?"

   "Caesar!" James Lannister finally drew his long sword, "I will kill you!"

  Samwell took a step forward expressionlessly, and also drew out the giant sword [Dawn] behind him.

  The milky-white sword body showed red-gold lines the moment it was unsheathed, and followed Samwell's sword-holding hands, covering his arms, chest, and even his face.

  The dense red and gold lines seem to put on a close-fitting armor for him, and it is also like a spell passed down from ancient times, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

   "James Lannister!" Samwell held a sword in both hands, and his tone was as awe-inspiring as a god, "In the name of the Seven Gods, I will judge your sins!

   Regicide! Fornication! The crime of disabled children!

   If you are guilty, please give me strength from the Seven Gods!

   If you are innocent, please Seven Gods deprive me of everything! "

   As soon as the voice fell, the giant sword in Samwell's hand burst into gorgeous colors, like flames, like the setting sun, like molten gold, like the brilliance of a god, and it was breathtaking.

  James rushed over with a sword in his left hand in an almost heroic gesture.

  In the blazing light, James seemed to have returned to the day when King's Landing fell.

  He sat high on the Iron Throne, with the body of "Mad King" Aerys under his feet. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the ground through the narrow windows of the Red Castle, and the entire throne room was soaked in blood red.

  The giant dragon skull hanging high on the wall stared at him coldly with empty eyes,

   Watched his downfall.

  The field of vision was filled with burning flames, like blood gushing up, James couldn't breathe.

   "Caesar! Kill me!"

   With a roar, James rushed into the flames without hesitation, as if he was welcoming his own redemption.

  He closed his eyes, and the beautiful face of his sister Cersei appeared in front of him.

  The fire engulfed his long sword, and the shattered steel melted almost instantly.

  The scorching heat hits her face, like sister Cersei's kiss.

  James couldn't resist.

   But unfortunately, the heat came to an abrupt end.

  James opened his eyes in bewilderment, and saw the flaming greatsword stopped in front of him, only inches from the skin.

  He was about to speak when he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

  Samwell kicked James to the waist, and hit him on the back with the sword.

  Boom!

  James fell to the ground in embarrassment, cursing:

   "Caesar! Do you dare to kill me! Do you dare to..."

   poof—

  Samwell stepped on James' head, stamping his face into the dirt.

   "The gods have condemned you." Samwell said, holding a glowing red sword, "but the gods are also merciful. They decided to send you to the Great Wall to become a night watchman to atone for your sins."

"Sir Aegon Levill." Samwell called the captain of the Highgarden Guards, and ordered naturally, "You send someone to **** the Kingslayer to the Great Wall, remember to take the sea route, and don't let the Lannisters people stopped."

   "Yes!" Ser Aegon replied subconsciously.

   But then, he reacted to look at his lord, the Duke of Metz.

  The inflatable fish was so frightened that even the horse could barely sit still, its fat body curled up like a quail.

  He didn't respond at all to Samwell's order to act on his behalf.

  Sir Aegon was extremely disappointed, and finally stepped forward and grabbed James by the collar, dragging him away.

  James was covered in dirt, his hair was disheveled, and he was still yelling and cursing:

   "Caesar! Kill me if you have the guts! Kill me!"

  The nobles of the River Bend watched this scene with extremely complicated emotions.

   Some secretly applauded, but also worried.

  The order to **** the Kingslayer to guard the Great Wall fully declared that Riverbend chose to stand on the opposite side of the Lannister family.

   And not only that.

  Master Inflatable Fish's silence also caused his prestige in the hearts of the nobles in the river bay to plummet.

  If there were still many nobles who had expectations for the Tyrell family before, but after today's hunting meeting, they have already recognized the facts.

  The essence of power struggle is the competition for the right to speak.

  Nowadays, in the river bay, it is no longer up to the inflatable fish.

  A young king has already shown his greatness and ambition.

  Under the gazes of hundreds of river bend nobles, Samwell Caesar stood leaning on his sword, surrounded by a kneeling white-ringed stag, and above his head was a magic dragon flying and circling, neighing.

  The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, shining on the baron standing upright, as if covering him with a holy halo.

   This very symbolic scene was frozen in the hearts of the nobles in the river bay, and it became their lingering memory forever.

  (end of this chapter)