Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 380: run away

  Chapter 380 Sneaking out

"We're fucked."

  Tyrion Lannister sat on the top of the sand dune and said with a dejected expression.

  When the news of the Dornish sea battle came, he was completely dumbfounded.

  And Tyrion couldn't figure out how the mighty Qingting Island fleet could even defeat a stormy fleet that had just been established not long ago.

   Still lost so badly.

   "The Qingting Island fleet is over, what does it have to do with us." Bronn lay flat on the side, with one foot raised high, swaying leisurely in mid-air.

   "Tell you you don't understand." Tyrion complained, "and you don't care."

   "I really don't care. I'm a mercenary. I use money to do things. When you can't pay gold, I turn around and leave."

   "You are a knight now." Tyrion reminded.

   "Mercenary, knight, what's the difference?"

  Tyrion was discouraged: "Well, I'm afraid it really doesn't make any difference to you."

  He got up from the ground, shaking the sand off his body.

  The sun was already sinking below the horizon, and the western sky looked like a bleeding wound.

  The city of Yronwood stood tall in the north, its walls were covered with mottled blood, showing a strange purple color in the setting sun.

   "With the support of Storm's End, it is impossible for the Martell family to capture this castle." Tyrion breathed out his alcohol, "It's time for us to change our strategy."

   "Ready to run away?" Bronn asked frivolously.

  Tyrion rubbed his nose, did not admit, but did not deny:

   "I'm going to see Princess Arianne."

   "Don't you want to miss that Dorn girl?" Bronn teased, "Give it up, she doesn't like you, and ah, she's a big trouble now."

   "I've always had a lot of trouble." Tyrion swung his short legs and swayed down the sand dune.

  He came all the way to the camp of the Chinese Army, and after a briefing, the guards let him in.

Incense was lit in the tent to dissipate the **** smell in the camp. Princess Arianne Martell was reclining on a cashmere carpet, wearing a tulle sleeveless dress casually, her plump and round body The curves of the body are fully exposed, under the long black eyelashes, a pair of big eyes seem to be opened and closed, lazy and charming.

   "Your Royal Highness." Tyrion saluted respectfully.

   "Tyrion, would you like a drink?"

   "No, I just drank a lot." Tyrion sat down on a bench, looked at Princess Dorne in front of him, and sighed inwardly—

  This is also a poor man.

   "Your Highness," Tyrion said after deliberating, "we are in a very bad situation, so..."

   "You want to run?" Princess Arianne suddenly opened her eyes, and an awe-inspiring killing intent rushed over her face.

   "Of course not." Tyrion quickly explained, scolding this woman for being so murderous, "I just think that the city of Yronwood may not be captured, so it's better to withdraw the troops."

"Withdraw the troops?" Princess Arianne got up from the carpet, walked over barefoot, stood in front of Tyrion, and looked at him condescendingly, "Tyrion, have you forgotten your promise? Help me kill all the traitors. Or, you don't want to marry me?"

  The rich aroma mixed with the smell of wine hit his face, making Tyrion rub his nose.

   "Of course I want to marry you, that's why I advised you to withdraw." He explained, "The fiasco of the Qingting Island Fleet may have a greater impact on the current situation than you imagine."

   "Tell me, how big is it?"

  Tyrion raised his head, took a step back to see her face clearly, and said:

   "First of all, the Dorne Sea is now under the control of the Stormland Fleet. They can transport food to the city of Yronwood this time, and soldiers next time. As long as Caesar is determined to support the Yronwood family, we will not be able to capture this city.

   What's worse is that without the guardianship of the Arbor Island fleet, the Stormland Fleet can come and go freely in the Green Blood River, cutting off the most important trade channel in the east of Dorne. How did Daeron I conquer Dorne back then? Not exactly by controlling the Greenblood River.

   Now Dorne is much weaker than back then, Caesar only needs to adopt the same strategy, Dorne is destined to fall apart. "

  Princess Arianne fell silent after hearing this.

   After a long time, she spoke again, saying:

   "The Lannister family also doesn't want to see Dorne fall into Caesar's control, right? So, it's time for you to provide support, food, soldiers, these real support, instead of just giving me a dwarf like you."

"Your Highness, what you said really made me sad." Tyrion deliberately put his hands on his heart, "But you must know that this dwarf in front of you was the son of Stannis Baratheon in Blackwater Bay. The entire fleet was wiped out."

   "Then you also let the Stormland fleet be wiped out." Princess Arianne leaned forward, revealing a touch of snow white, "As long as you can do it, I will let you have a taste of the style of Dorne in advance."

  Tyrion's Adam's apple rolled violently, and his eyes were staring straight ahead, unable to look away:

"Although I am very tempted, but... the same trick can't fool people twice, not to mention, I have exhausted the wildfire accumulated by the mad king for decades. I just want to repeat the battle of Blackwater Bay, and I can do it again." I can't."

   "If you can't do it, then let King's Landing send someone to support you!"

   "I will write back to King's Landing."

  The two fell silent at the same time.

  A moment later, Princess Arianne said shyly:

   "King's Landing will not support the Martell family, will it?"

  Tyrion knew how he should answer at this time, and also knew that Lannister needed the Martell family to hold Caesar in the south, but he couldn't say the words of deceit.

   After all, I can't be as cold-blooded as my father. He thought to himself, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or happiness.

   "If I were you," Tyrion persuaded sincerely, "I would replace a way to reach a settlement with Storm's End."

   "You want me to surrender to Caesar?"

   "The same can be said..."

  Princess Arianne suddenly burst out laughing.

   After laughing for a while, she suddenly turned cold again, with a sonorous tone:

   "Have you forgotten the language of the Martell family? Unyielding, unyielding, unyielding! I will never bow to Caesar!"

  Tyrion sighed and said:

   "Okay, let me go back to King's Landing and try my best to help you get some support."

  Princess Arianne didn't speak, maybe guessed that the other party was just making excuses to slip away, turned around and lay back on the wool blanket, drinking on her own.

  Tyrion bowed and left the tent.

  Bron was standing guard outside. When he saw him coming out, he whistled and asked:

   "How is it? Have you conquered that Dorne princess?"

  Tyrion was not in the mood to pay attention to Bronn's teasing, bowed his head and took a few steps, saying:

   "Clean up, let's go back to Sunspear City."

   "Sneak back to King's Landing by boat from Sunspear?"

   "Yes." Tyrion pursed his lips, "But before I leave, I have something to do."