Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 25: New Lingmin

  Chapter 25 New Territories

  The camp of the Huya tribe is located in the northeast of Yingzui Island, about twenty miles apart.

  The camp was built in the open space by the lake, surrounded by a double-layer iron oak fence that was 20 feet high, and more than a dozen tall watchtowers stood inside the fence. There is also an artificially dug moat outside the fence, turning the entire camp into a small island connected to the lake.

  For such a camp, although its defense ability cannot be compared with that of a nobleman's castle, it is already considered strong.

"who?"

  On the watchtower, a savage pointed a bow and arrow at the figure in front of the camp gate and asked vigilantly.

  Since the deserters from the Battle of Yingzuiyu returned to the tribe, the atmosphere in the camp has become extremely tense.

   Such a disastrous defeat almost wiped out most of the young and strong forces of the Huya tribe, which was a disaster for them.

   "It's me, Cheeman."

  Hearing the familiar voice, the savage guard put down his bow and arrow, and hurriedly opened the camp gate.

  Cheman walked into the camp without saying a word, and asked directly:

   "Where's my father?"

   "After the patriarch received the news of the defeat... he fell ill."

  Cheman nodded expressionlessly, and said:

   "Take me to him."

"yes."

  Led by the servant, Cheeman came to a hut near the lake.

  There is a brazier burning in the house, and the wizard of the Huya tribe is throwing a bunch of strange plants into the flames, chanting words.

  Amidst the smog, Cheeman saw his father lying on the bed, his body covered with the fangs of various beasts.

   "You go out first."

  The wizard hesitated for a moment, but still left the hut with the servants.

  Hearing the movement, the old patriarch opened his eyes, looked at the younger son who walked to the bed, opened his dry lips, and asked weakly:

   "Why are you alone? What about Cheka and Chimu?"

   "They are all dead." Cheeman said expressionlessly.

  The old patriarch closed his eyes in pain, his body trembled slightly, and it took him a while to control his emotions, saying:

"In my name, you immediately write to the fourteen nearby tribes, telling them that the Hewan people have invaded the depths of the mountains that the gods have given us. If they do not want to be expelled from the place where they have lived for generations, they must unite and work together. ..."

   "Father." Cheeman interrupted loudly, "Do you still want the warriors of the tribe to continue to bleed?"

  The old patriarch glanced at his younger son and said angrily:

   "What? Did just one failure make you lose your courage?"

  Cheman looked straight into his father's eyes without flinching, and said:

   "This is not a question of courage. Father, you have also seen the people of Hewan and fought against the army of Hewan. Don't you know where the gap between us and them is?

   Were the warriors of the tribe less brave than they?

No!

  What we lack is not courage, but piles of bread and dried meat, well-made steel weapons, knights born for war, and indestructible castles!

   Without these, no matter how many wildlings we gather, we will never be able to defeat the people of the Reach! "

   "Cough, cough, cough..." The old patriarch coughed violently, and seemed very angry at his son's words, "Then what do you want? Do you really surrender to the people of Hewan? Be their slave?"

   "Not a slave, but a leader."

   "Leaders? Haha...cough cough cough..." the old patriarch said disdainfully, "Have you ever seen the people ruled by those noble lords? What's the difference between them and slaves?"

   Cheman retorted: "What about our people? They are not even as good as the so-called 'slaves' in your mouth."

   "What did you say...cough cough cough cough..." The old patriarch sat up straight in anger, but couldn't help coughing again.

  He coughed so violently that he seemed to be coughing up his heart, lungs, and lungs.

  Cheman looked at his father coldly, and had no intention of stepping forward to help. He even added fuel to the fire and said:

   "Father, you are already old, and your stubbornness will only make the Huya tribe fall into the abyss of despair."

   "Shut up!" The old patriarch gasped heavily and cursed, "What? You still want to decide the future of the tribe? Wait until I die..."

"good!"

   Before he finished speaking, Qieman picked up the tiger skin on the bed and covered his father's head.

   "Woooooooooooooooo..."

  The old patriarch struggled violently for a while, but was firmly held down by the young and strong son.

  The flame in the center of the hut was beating violently, vaguely reflecting the silhouettes of the father and son.

  Finally, the old patriarch stopped moving.

  Cheman put the tiger skin back on his father, and put those messy beast teeth back in place.

   After finishing all this, he stared at his father's face for a while, and finally rubbed his own stiff face severely, put on a panicked expression, and shouted anxiously:

   "Father! What's wrong with you? Father! Saru, Saru!"

  Hearing the call, Saru, the wizard who was guarding outside the house, hurried in.

   "Look at my father, he fainted just now!"

  Saru sniffed the old patriarch's breath, feeling horrified.

  He turned his head and met Cheeman's cold eyes.

   Seems to understand something, Saru quickly lowered his head and said:

   "Sorry, Master Cheeman, the Patriarch...he has returned to the embrace of the gods."

   "What? Father!"

  Qiman threw himself on the bed, hugging the old patriarch's body and crying loudly.

  …

   "My lord, you shouldn't accept the allegiance of someone like Cheeman."

  On a high **** outside the camp of the Huya Tribe, Todd Buddha flower persuaded Samwell.

  Samwell asked while watching the movement in the camp from a distance:

   "What kind of person is Cheeman?"

   "Kinslayer!" Todd said sternly, "A person who can kill even blood relatives, what else can't be done?"

  Samwell pointed to the distant camp and asked:

   "How many soldiers do you need to capture this stockade?"

  Todd froze for a moment, then said after deliberation:

   "Five hundred people."

   "What about casualties?"

   "Maybe bigger..."

  Samwell sighed, and said, "As for Cheeman, we can take down this camp without a single soldier."

  Todd frowned and said:

"My lord, why do you insist on taking this camp? After the previous battle, neither the Huya tribe nor the other savage tribes in this forest dared to invade us again, so we just need to build up our territory safely. "

  Samwell sighed secretly.

  Something he couldn't tell Todd.

  The stable development is too slow, and the troubled times come too fast. He doesn't have that much time.

   Therefore, he must increase the population of the territory as soon as possible, and absorbing savages is the fastest way.

  Huya tribe is the most powerful and most prestigious savage tribe in the vicinity. Taking it down is of great significance to subdue the savages.

  At this time, the gate of the camp suddenly opened, and seven or eight savages came out of it, walking towards the direction where Samwell and the others were.

   When the other party approached, they saw that the leader was Cheeman.

  He slowly came to Samwell, knelt down on the ground, and said loudly:

   "Respected Lord Caesar, as the new head of the Huya tribe, on behalf of all the tribe, I surrender to you!"

  Samwell stepped forward and said seriously:

   "I, Samwell Caesar, under the witness of the gods, accept all the people of the Huya tribe as my subjects. Starting today, I will accept your offerings and at the same time give you shelter."