Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 46: Blossoming in the Center

"Charge in and capture that Targaryen remnant!"

Governor Audrey looked at the tightly closed gate and immediately ordered his fleet commander, Panbell, to lead the marines to attack the courtyard.

"The first warrior to charge in will be rewarded with thirty gold coins!"

Governor Audrey promised loudly.

As the saying goes, "a great reward will surely bring forth brave men," and upon hearing of the generous reward, the morale of the fleet's sailors soared.

At Commander Panbell's roar, the first wave of over a hundred sailors immediately charged forward, brandishing their scimitars.

"They opened the door!"

The charging sailors suddenly stopped in their tracks.

They saw the tall, thick gate in front of them being opened by the people inside, revealing a spacious courtyard.

The crowd was confused. Had they surrendered?

"Charge in!"

Seeing the empty courtyard inside, the sailors, who had no experience in land combat, filed in one after another, tempted by the generous reward.

"There's a second door!"

A sailor exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, with the last sailor rushing through the gate, two groups of Unsullied suddenly rushed out from the corridor. On the left, a white-robed knight, holding a longsword, strode to the first gate and slashed down the guarding sailor with two strokes.

Before the sailors could react, two ropes suddenly sprang up from the ground, their origins clearly connecting to the open doorway.

"Stop them!"

Governor Audrey and fleet commander Pamber, who were standing outside, roared in turn.

But it was too late; with a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

"In the name of House Targaryen, King Viserys III, I hereby sentence you to death!"

A slightly excited voice attracted the attention of the sailors who had just realized they had been ambushed and were feeling uneasy.

The game name is Lancelot, the famous first knight under King Arthur, Leonardo, wearing a suit of armor that Viserys first found for him from the player shop, looking very majestic.

His uncle, who had named his game after Roland, the chief knight under Charlemagne, stood beside him, looking excited.

Individual heroism.

He stepped forward when the king was in danger, and all the crises were resolved because of his appearance, which was exactly what he wanted!

Leonardo's uncle David's hands were sweating as he gripped the sword hilt; he swore he absolutely loved the game.

Farmer Rick named his game character Bowes, who was King Arthur's nephew and an important member of the Knights of the Round Table. Legend has it that he accepted the challenge of the Green Knight, and Rick dreamed of becoming that kind of person.

"In the name of knights!"

The sailors looked on in bewilderment.

Roland drew his longsword "Durandal" from his waist. Legend has it that Roland fought to the death with this holy sword, and now David named the sword in his hand after it.

"We don't seek survival, we only seek to be remembered in history!"

"We draw our swords, but to protect the dignity of royalty!"

"The walls of my family stand behind me; there is no reason for me to retreat!"

The three of them shouted cheesy slogans, full of self-righteous enthusiasm, and charged at hundreds of sailors with just the three of them, showing a willingness to die for their cause.

The player standing behind the three jumped off the train halfway through, shook his head speechlessly, and then, wielding two axes, followed the three "crazy" foreigners into the crowd.

"Annihilate the enemy!"

Ser Jorah of the Kingsguard commanded a squad of Unsullied to block the gate, then led the remaining Unsullied soldiers to charge the sailors.

The unarmored sailors, let alone facing the fully armed Unsullied and the highly skilled swordsman Jorah Mormont, would only be able to be overwhelmed by three players with burning chuunibyou spirits but clad in full armor.

All I can say is that fighting someone in full armor against someone without armor is awesome.

Player Laura wielded the "Holy Sword," slashing left and right, and was unmatched. The sailors swung their scimitars at him, but could only leave white marks and finger-width dents on his armor.

Lancelot and Bose followed closely behind, the three of them like a high-speed killing machine, frantically hacking at every enemy that stood in their way.

The player Train, wielding two axes, transformed into a black whirlwind, attacking without defending. In a short time, three sailors died under his axes, and the only price was that he lost two fingers on one of his axe-wielding hands.

This minor injury is really insignificant to a player.

When Ser Jorah's white robes were stained with blood, after he had personally cut down his seventh enemy, the sailors, caught in a pincer movement and surrounded, dropped their weapons and chose to kneel and surrender.

Meanwhile, just as Fleet Commander Panbell, who was blocked outside the gate and watched helplessly as his hundred sailors were ambushed, ordered his men to attack.

Suddenly, countless shouts of battle erupted from all around.

The commander and the governor looked in the direction of the sound.

A horde of madmen wielding flamingo pots and a group of assassins surrounded them from both sides.

"It's those lunatics!"

"Seven levels of hell!"

"Run!"

"They wouldn't even accept prisoners! I saw Governor Zorro burned alive with wildfire after he surrendered!"

Many of the guards gathered around Governor Audero had witnessed the madness of the Nonstick Pans and their men. Now, seeing that lush green expanse from afar, they were already terrified before the battle even began, looking extremely uneasy.

Some were even prepared to drop their weapons and surrender at any moment.

"Alahua melon!"

"Enjoy the art of explosion!"

As it turned out, the sailors who ran ashore and the guards around the governor were not the elite troops who could suppress their fear and remain calm under the onslaught of wildfire.

Before the chaotic grenadier regiments could even get close, the governor and commander had already set an example by being the first to turn and run away.

This triggered a chain reaction.

With their boss gone, why should the henchmen risk their lives? Seeing the two leaders run away, the sailors and guards followed suit and turned to run towards the Brotherhood Without Flags.

"What the heck! Why are they all coming towards us?!"

They were pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck; their eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.

Wasn't the plan to encircle from both sides and bloom in the center?

Is this correct?

There was no way to escape now that they were right under our noses. We had no choice but to lead our men and charge forward, even if it meant risking our lives.

Although the morale of the players was generally higher than that of the natives.

But at this moment, the indigenous people that the Brotherhood Without Flags was facing were also in extremely high spirits.

The phrase "living towards death" perfectly describes the sailors and governor's guards at this moment.

After all, if they couldn't defeat the group of "assassins" blocking their way, they would have to face the group of madmen who were throwing wildfire.

"I don't want to die!"

"Go to the seventh level of hell, you wildfire madman!"

The natives, crying and shouting, brandishing their weapons, surged towards the Brotherhood Without Flags players like a torrent.