Chapter 160

Chapter 160 War

  "Lord Caesar ordered you to stand down."

  Gavin, the steward of eagle island , handed the letter sent by Samwell to Cheeman.

  Looking at Cheman, who looked little deranged in front of him, a chill rose in his heart.

  More than three months ago, this person accepted the order of the lord to sweep up the savage tribes around the territory. Since then, Gavin has been hearing various rumors about this person.

  Without exception, they were all full of blood and brutality.

  Savage traitors, invincible devil , death messengers from Eagle Island...

  Now Cheman is notorious in the Red Mountains, his reputation far and wide.

  However, the results was also remarkable.

  All the savage tribes within a hundred miles of Eagle Island have all surrendered, and those wo have have not surrendered, were all sent to hell by the death messenger of eagle island .

  The number of savages in the territory has skyrocketed to more than 30,000.

  Logically speaking, this should be a good thing, but Gavin couldn't be happy, instead he was worried.

He always felt that this Cheeman was at risk of getting out of control.

  At the beginning, Lord Caesar gave this man one hundred elite soldiers and allowed him to recruit five hundred savages, but Gavin knew that Cheman men had already surpassed a thousand men.

  Although Eagle Island has always supplied weapons and food according to the share of 600 people, it was not difficult for Cheeman himself to get some food supplies when he conquered the savage tribe.

Naturally, he could raise more soldiers.

  Now that this person has grown wings and gained a reputation, will he still be willing to be a dog under Lord Caesar?

  Cheman looked at the letter silently, without speaking. He was wearing a fine linen coat, which was clean, without blood, but filled with a pungent bloody smell.

  "When will your lord come back?" He spoke, his tone flat without any fluctuation.

  "Lord Caesar didn't say anything, but it should be soon." Gavin persuaded in a deep voice, "So you'd better prepared and follow me back to eagle island , your should also disband the soldiers who exceed the number allowed by Lord Caesar ."

  Cheman lifted his eyes from the letter paper and turned to look at Gavin.

  It was only then that Gavin noticed that this person's pupils became very light, almost merging with the whites of his eyes. His cold eyes were as real as they were, and slowly slid across his skin like a poisonous snake, making him feel goose bumps all over his body.

  "What's wrong with your eyes?" Gavin said, his tone trembling.

  "Punishment from the gods." Cheman's mouth curled up, "It's also possible, a gift from the devil."

  Gavin swallowed, and suddenly regretted coming here in person.

  This mad dog is even crazier!

  Gavin's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, he was thinking about how to speak again, but saw a soldier running over and reported:

  "Chief Cheman! The Rock Tribe refuses to submit!"

  Cheman's eyes finally moved away from Gavin.

  "Refused to surrender?" Cheman smiled happily, from the bottom of his heart, "Then destroy it. order to attack."

  "Yes!"

  "Wait!" Gavin mustered up his courage and said, "Lord Caesar has already ordered you to stop!"

  Cheman turned his head slowly, and gave Gavin a creepy smile:

  "Don't worry, I will prepare the last gift for His Excellency."

  Gavin clenched his fists, but did not dare to persuade him again, he felt that the mad dog in front of him might really dare to kill him.

  A low-pitched horn sounded in the mountains and forests, followed by shouts of fighting.

  Cheman went to the front to command the battle, leaving Gavin in a daze.

  An accompanying guard stepped forward and said, "Steward Gavin, do you want me to stop Cheman?"

  Gavin rolled his eyes and cursed angrily in a low voice: " stop him! See if he will kill you!"

  The guard suddenly didn't dare to speak.

  Gavin sighed helplessly, and walked toward a high hill.

  The Rock Tribe's stronghold was by the stream below, and it was being attacked by Cheman's army at this time.

  The battle was fierce, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. After a while, even the stream was dyed blood red.

  Gavin watched silently, without saying a word.

  The battle lasted from noon to evening, and the rock tribe finally fell.

  After hesitating for a moment, Gavin went down the hill and walked into the village filled with blood and fire.

  Cheman's men were cleaning the battlefield, Gavin couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief seeing that they didn't kill any prisoners.

  But when he reached a hut at the core of the cottage, he heard cries and begging for mercy from inside.

  "Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill! We are willing to surrender!"

  Gavin stood at the door and saw Cheeman pulling out the long sword from the chest of a wild woman.

  "They have already surrendered." Gavin couldn't help persuading him.

  Cheman turned his head and grinned. At this moment, he was covered in blood, and he was really no different from a devil.

  "How can the tribal leader surrender." As he spoke, he cut the throat of another young savage .

  " I really surrender! Surrender! Don't kill my children! Please!" the patriarch of the Rock Tribe begged for mercy.

  However, what greeted him was Cheman's long sword.

  Chi!

  "You!" The patriarch spat blood from his mouth, his face twisted, "You will go to hell! I curse you!"

  "I like your current expression better than begging for mercy." Cheman smiled.

  The Tribe chief yelled, his expression became more and more ferocious.

  Cheeman liked it more and more.

  So he drew out his long sword and stabbed him again.

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  Through the three curved walls of heavy soldiers, Alex Oakheart came to the old palace.

  The Halberd Tower and the Sun Tower with Rheuna's characteristics stand majestically on the two wings of the palace, and the golden vaults and leaded glass shine brightly under the sunlight.

  This is the heart of Sunspear, and the seat of power in Dorne.

  But for Alex, the envoy of the Iron Throne, it is a hostile and dangerous place.

  Wearing the white armor and white cloak that symbolized the identity of the Kingsguard, he walked slowly into the gate of the old palace with a wooden box in his hand.

  Heavy riding boots stepped on the marble floor, making a clanging sound, which also attracted the attention of many Dornish nobles gathered in the hall.

  When they saw who was coming, they all cast angry glances.

  Alex turned a blind eye to these gazes and walked straight forward.

  In front of his line of sight, there were two seats on the high platform, one of which is painted with the spear logo of the Martell family, and the other chair is painted with the Rhoyna's sun emblem.

  Spear and l sun.

  It was with the help of Nymeria, the warrior queen of the Rhoyna who came across the sea, that the Martell family finally realized their dream of conquering the entirety of Dorne.

  Because of this, the Martell family still retains the traditions of the Rhoyna people. For example, the ruler still uses the titles of prince and princess, and for example, male and female heirs have equal inheritance rights. The full name of this family is actually Nameros Martel.

  It means the blood of Nymeria and Martell.

  Alex stood still in front of the high platform.

  Along the way just now, he saw all kinds of coats of arms, sand gates, fan-shaped golden hands, golden crowned skulls, red and yellow flames, three black scorpions on a red background, a black vulture holding a pink baby... ...All kinds of things, it seems that all the big families of Dorne are here.

  The war is coming.

  Alex stood quietly, indifferent to the gazes and discussions around him.

  Until he saw the side door open, Prince Oberyn the "Red Viper" walked in pushing a wheelchair.

  Sitting in the wheelchair was a thin man with gray hair.

  The discussion in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the nobles all cast their eyes on the man in the wheelchair.

  For that man was the ruler of Dorne, Prince Doran Martell.

  Prince Oberyn pushed the wheelchair near the high platform, and helped his brother to sit down on the seat painted with a golden speaar.

  Then he himself stood on the right-hand side of the seat.

  Princess Arianne also stepped onto the platform and stood on Prince Doran's left.

  Alex bowed and said,

  "Prince of Dorne, I have brought King Joffrey's order."

  "You have brought my daughter's head!" Before Prince Doran could speak, "Red Viper" Prince Oberyn said angrily.

  "Illegitimate daughter." Alex argued, trying to ease the atmosphere, but it backfired.

  "That's still my daughter!" roared Prince Oberyn, "You killed her! There was no trial! Is this what your king calls justice!"

Alex sighed, and placed the wooden box on the ground he Said:

  "Prince Oberyn, I can understand your anger and pain. But you are at fault for this matter. If you didn't kill Lord Petyr Baelish and Lord Pycell without authorization, and escaped from the dungeon, His Majesty the King wouldn't be so angry."

  "I didn't kill Petyr." Prince Oberyn defended himself, and then laughed at himself, "You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you. Forget it, I have seen your true colors. Justice has never been what you pursue. If I stayed obediently in King's Landing and waited for the trial, I would've ended like my daughter."

  Alex felt more and more that this mission would not have any optimistic results, but he still bite the bullet and said:

  "Prince Oberyn, His Majesty orders you to go to King's Landing and stand on trial, otherwise..."

  "Otherwise what?" Prince Oberyn yelled, "He dares to attack Dorne!"

  As soon as he said this, the crowd in the hall was excited, and the Dorne nobles cursed and roared angrily, as if they wanted to come up and tear Alex to pieces , Pack him and send back to the Iron Throne.

  Cold sweat dripped from Alex's forehead. He looked at Prince Doran, who had been silent all this time, and made his last effort:

  "His Highnesses Doran! Please consider carefully! If you don't accept the order of the Iron Throne, then only thing left will be war " .

  "War?" said Prince Doran at last.

  His voice was as thin as a piece of fragile parchment, but it made the hall instantly quiet.

  Alex knew that Prince Doran was just a patient who couldn't even stand firmly, but at this moment, he felt that he was more dangerous than the "Red Viper".

  "Yes." The white knight said, "I implore you to think carefully, otherwise, if there is a war, Dorne may shed blood."

"Are you threatening me?"

  "No." Aris didn't know what to say, After hesitating for a moment, he said in a calm tone, "I am just conveying His Majesty's will to you."

  "That means His Majesty is threatening me."

  Aris was speechless.

  Prince Doran smiled slightly, as if he was not angry at all: "Since your king threatened the Martell family, did he forget our clan motto?"

  "Unbowed." Prince Doran said while supporting the chair armrest , seems to be about to stand up.

  Seeing this, Princess Arianne hurried forward to help her, but her father pushed her away.

  "Unbent." Prince Doran bowed his body and slowly got up.

  Fine beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead, his legs were trembling like dead branches, but he stood up after all: "Unbroken."

  Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken

In terms of population, wealth, and war strength, Dorne is the last of the seven kingdoms, but under the leadership of the Martell family, they were the last kingdom to surrender to the Iron Throne.

  It took only two short years for Targaryen to conquer the Six Kingdoms, and it was not until two hundred years later that Dorne was finally incorporated under the rule of the Iron Throne, and it was still through marriage.

  The sun spear was never a sign of weakness.

  "Since your king wants war, then..." Prince Doran's weak body was still trembling, but his voice was extremely firm, "I will give him, war!"

  "War! War! War!" The Dornish nobleman in the hall roared wildly.

  Amidst the turbulent sound waves, Alex closed his eyes tiredly, sighing in his heart for the future —

  WAR.

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