Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 117: push back

  Chapter 117 Forced to retreat

   "Euron Greyjoy! Are you Iron Islands going to rebel against the Iron Throne again?"

  Horath's questioning voice seemed weak in the storm.

   Euron didn't even bother to answer this kind of question. He smiled evilly and jumped onto the deck nimbly, just avoiding a soldier from Arbor Island.

  Chick—

  A scimitar with a unique shape pierced the chest of another Qingting Island soldier, and then lifted it up.

  Thick blood gushed out, and the soldiers' heads and necks were cut open, leaving only the headless corpse standing in front of Euron.

   "The dead never die."

   Euron was drenched in blood, like a demon coming out of hell, frightening the surrounding Qingting Island soldiers to dare not step forward.

   "I don't think you will die!"

   Horace roared wildly, and rushed up, waving his long sword.

  铛—

  The long sword intersected with the scimitar, but Horace's heart sank, because he found that the opponent's knife had no strength at all.

   I don't know if it was a coincidence, but a huge wave happened to hit, and the whole warship tilted because of it.

  Horras didn't stand still, and his center of gravity rushed forward.

   But Euron seemed to be unconstrained by gravity, but walked up the sloping deck.

  The two people passed by staggered.

  Horras' complexion changed drastically, as if falling into an ice cellar.

  The next moment, a sharp pain came from his left back shoulder blade, which made him scream out.

  Fortunately he was wearing light armor, as Euron's scimitar slammed into the weak spot of the joint and jammed.

  But Horace had completely lost his balance, and he hit the side of the ship with a bang.

   "The dead never die, they will rise again..."

   Euron laughed out loud, and was about to come up to fix the eldest son of Qingting Island.

   But at this moment, his blue pupils suddenly shrank.

  Boom—

  A tomahawk slams down where Euron would have been, ripping a hole in the deck.

  Among the flying sawdust, Samwell continued to track the black figure.

  Although he wished that the Redwyne brothers would die at the hands of pirates, he really couldn't let them die now.

   After all, the soldiers on Qingting Island still need to rely on them to command, and when a strong enemy is attacking, internal strife is the most stupid way.

  He's not that idiot Hopper.

  Boom!

  Samwell threw another pirate in front of him into the air, but he still couldn't touch Euron's clothes.

Euron also saw Samwell's terrifying power, so he deliberately didn't fight him head-on. He walked like flying on the violently turbulent deck, and even made movements that violated the laws of physics. Nowhere to use.

  Damn it!

  Samwell realized more and more that it was a very unwise move to fight someone like "Crow's Eye" at sea.

  The sea in the storm is simply this person's playground.

  So, instead of wasting energy chasing, he stopped in place, holding a shield in one hand and a battle ax in the other, his eyes fixed on Euron's figure, waiting for the opponent to attack first.

  At this time, Euron was hanging from a broken mast by a rope, looking at Samwell who had stopped, he opened his blue lips, and let out a maniacal smile:

   "The dead will not die, but will rise again, and its power will be stronger!"

   As soon as the words fell, a bolt of lightning suddenly pierced the night sky, and the intense light blinded everyone for a moment.

  At this time, the warship was just sent to the top of the waves by the huge waves, and there was a short stay in the air.

  Hoo—

  The strong sense of weightlessness made Samwell stagger, and what made him even more flustered was that the black figure on the mast was gone!

  Boom!

  The battleship smashed back to the sea, and the violent impact caused everyone on the deck to stagger—

   Except Euron.

  He did not know when he came behind Samwell, and the scimitar in his hand was like a dark **** of death, silently slashing towards the neck.

  唰—

  The strong sense of crisis made Samwell suddenly roll on the ground, and then avoided the fatal blow.

   But Euron was in control, laughing maniacally and chasing after him.

  Samwell fled in embarrassment. The violently shaking deck and the pursuit behind him made him have no time to regain his balance. The battle ax in his hand was also lost, leaving only the shield.

  Seeing that Euron was like a tarsus behind him, and several pirates surrounded him, Samwell gritted his teeth and slammed into the cabin.

  Boom!

  The wooden wall exploded under the huge impact.

  Samwell rolled a few times on the ground and finally got up.

   Looking back, Euron didn't chase after him.

  He breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down his heartbeat, and then got out of the big hole in the wall again.

   The wind and rain are blowing, carrying a strong smell of blood.

  The situation on the deck seemed to be very bad. The soldiers on Qingting Island were completely suppressed and beaten by the pirates.

  Samwell replaces Euron again and replaces him wrestling with Knight Lucas Dayne.

  Just as he was about to step forward to help, Samwell suddenly turned his head and looked to the right—

  Hopper Redwyne!

  The second son of the Earl of Qingting Island hid in a dark corner holding a sword, and turned his head guiltily after seeing Samwell's gaze.

  But Samwell just stared at him until he couldn't take it anymore and turned around to fight.

  Damn idiot! Sooner or later I will kill you!

  Samwell looked at Hope's back and cursed secretly.

   "My lord, your sword!"

  The attendant Katu finally took the giant sword [Dawn].

  Samwell quickly threw away the shield and took the great sword.

  Holding the cold sword hilt with his right hand, his anxious heart suddenly calmed down, his eyes slowly swept across the audience, and he shouted at the Lucas knight in front of him:

   "Lucas! Get down!"

  Lucas heard his lord's call, but he couldn't understand the meaning at all. He was under great pressure from Euron at this time, and he didn't dare to distract him.

  But the next moment, he felt a fiery and terrifying aura rising from his side.

  Lucas finally couldn't help turning his head, and saw Samwell slowly pulling out the giant sword 【Dawn】—

  On the body of the milky-white glass-like sword, red and golden mysterious lines reappeared again, and more and more, until they densely covered the entire body of the sword.

  As the giant sword was slowly unsheathed, the inscription burned violently, and every line seemed to spew out red flames.

   Looking from a distance, Samwell seemed to be holding a fire!

  The icy torrential downpour could not dim the flame even a bit.

  The raging sea wind stopped suddenly, and the turbulent waves suddenly calmed down. At this moment, the originally manic sea seemed to hold its breath suddenly, waiting for something, welcoming something...

  The giant sword was unsheathed.

  Lucas finally understood what Samwell meant, and saw that the old knight no longer cared about the threat of his opponent, and made a move that could be called suicide on the battlefield—

  Get down!

  Yurun didn't take the opportunity to make up the knife, he seemed to realize something, turned around without hesitation, jumped, and threw himself into the dark sea.

  唰—

  The red sword light poured down like a volcanic eruption.

  Boom!

  The lightning like a silver snake also covered the night sky, but it still couldn't cover up the brilliance of the sword light.

  A dozen pirates and three or four unlucky Qingting Island soldiers were swept by the sword light, instantly turning into **** of flames.

  The side of the ship was also shattered by the sword light, turning into countless burning fireballs and falling into the sea.

  It's a pity that Euron still escaped, the sword light only cut off his black cloak, the golden sea monster's coat of arms on it was scorched and distorted in the flames, and it was finally unrecognizable.

  The world fell silent, and everyone stared dumbfounded at the tall figure holding the huge flaming sword.

  The next moment, the pirates jumped into the sea one after another as if waking up from a dream, and fled.

   Woo—

  The retreat horn finally sounded, and the pirate ships quietly disappeared into the darkness.

   Until then, Samwell slowly returned 【Dawn】to the scabbard.

  Actually, he could no longer swing the second sword at this time.

  The blow just now almost took all the strength out of his whole body. Fortunately, the storm has stopped, otherwise he would not even have the strength to stand firmly on the deck.

   But fortunately, the enemy has been scared away.

  The surviving soldiers of Qingting Island let out strange screams of excitement, celebrating the victory of the rest of their lives, and shouting Samwell's name.

  A round of crescent moon reappeared in the sky, casting cool light on the sea that had just returned to calm.