Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 115 Storm

  Boom!

   In the dark night sky, silver snakes dance wildly, and thunder bursts, as if the gods are venting their anger.

  The electric light shone on Hopper's face, clearly reflecting the fear and regret in the eyes of the second son of the earl—

  How could there be such a big storm!

   And when he saw the broken mast, he was dumbfounded.

Snapped!

  A loud slap knocked Hopper onto the deck.

   "If you are not my own brother, I will cut off your head right now!"

  Horras’ voice came from behind him, Hopper struggled to get up in a dizzy state, and muttered:

   "I...I didn't expect this to happen..."

  Horras was even more furious when he heard this. He stepped forward and grabbed his younger brother by the collar, and spit wildly in his face:

   "Of course you didn't expect that! You idiot's mind is full of sea water and scorpions! It's just a woman, why is it necessary to bring everyone into danger?"

   "I just heard...there are some pirates in the waters around the Stone Step Islands..."

  Horace really wanted to screw his brother's head off, but after panting for a long time, he finally pushed Hopper to the ground and shouted:

   "You immediately organize soldiers to be on guard. If there are pirates, you will be the first!"

   "Yes..." Huo Bo lowered his head and did not dare to refute, but there was still vicious hatred in his eyes.

   Horace turned and left, but suddenly found a person standing in the shadow behind him at some point!

  Boom!

  A flash of lightning flashed by, and Horace could clearly see the face of the person who came—

  Samwell Caesar!

  Horace's heart skipped a few beats, and it took him a long time to force out a smile: "Sam, it's you, you scared me. How long have you been there?"

  Samwell took a deep look at the two brothers, grinned and said:

   "I just arrived. What's going on here?"

   "It's okay, it's okay." Horace pretended to be relaxed, "It's just a small storm. We have seen this kind of thing a lot. You have to trust the skills of the sailors on Qingting Island."

   "Okay." Samwell nodded, "If you need any help, send someone to call me at any time."

   "Okay. By the way, there is Miss Natalie, she is okay."

   "I'm going to see her."

   "Please convey the Redwyne family's apologies."

"I will."

   Turning around, the smile on Samwell's face was instantly revealed, and an undisguised killing intent flashed in his eyes!

  Hopper Redwyne!

  Of course, Samwell knew that he must not be reckless.

  Earl Paxter's second son is not a savage in the mountains, a refugee in the river bend, he cannot be killed casually.

  He had to learn from the conspirator Petyr Baelish "Littlefinger" in this respect—how to kill a man without making himself suspicious.

  He needs to set up a small stage, find a scapegoat...

   dong dong.

"who?"

   "It's me, Samwell."

   It took a while for the hatch to be opened, and the pale-faced maid almost fell down just as she was about to salute.

  Samwell reached out to support her: "Miss Natalie is okay."

   "Miss... she just vomited and just lay down..."

  Samwell walked into the cabin and saw Natalie lying on the bed with messy hair.

   "Sam..."

   "Are you okay?" Samwell sat on the edge of the bed and touched the little girl's forehead.

   A little hot.

   "I'm so uncomfortable..." The little girl hugged Samwell's arm pitifully, and buried her head in his arms.

  Such storms are unbearable even for a strong man like Samwell, let alone the delicate Natalie.

   "It's okay, the storm will pass soon."

   "Woooo—Sam, I don't want to go to King's Landing... woohoo, I don't want to go back to Starfall either... I'll go back to Yingzui Island with you, okay... woohoo..."

   "Okay, okay, go to sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up." Samwell patted Natalie's back lightly.

  There were rumbling thunder and violent wind and rain outside the house, interspersed with various indistinct shouts. The dim light in the house flickered non-stop, but it seemed to be the only warmth in the chaotic world.

  …

   After finally coaxing Natalie to sleep, Samwell left the room lightly.

  The storm outside showed no signs of getting better, and even became more violent.

  The dense raindrops soaked his clothes in an instant, and he felt a little chill when he was blown by the wind. During the violent shaking, Samwell also felt that his stomach was tightly grasped by a big hand, and he needed to do his best to suppress the desire to vomit.

  In the dark night sky, flashes of lightning flashed from time to time. In the flash of light, Samwell suddenly saw a thrilling scene——

On the rough sea, several long boats with triangular sails fluctuated with the huge waves. Sometimes they were thrown into the air by the waves, and splashed high when they fell. Sometimes the whole boat was covered by the huge waves. It took a long time before I got out of the spray wetly.

  They are like elves jumping on the sea, or more precisely, devils crawling out of hell!

   "Pirates! Pirates!"

   There were urgent shouts on the deck.

   Obviously, Samwell was not the only one who discovered these long ships cruising nearby.

   "Ready to fight! Ready to fight!"

  Samwell heard Horace's hoarse voice, but it was quickly covered by rumbling thunder.

**** it!

  Samwell's face began to turn pale, this was not the battlefield he was used to at all.

  Amidst the violent wind and rough waves, he could barely stand still.

   And the personal guards he brought are also not used to the rough seas.

  Facing the pirates at this time, he can only pray that the soldiers on Qingting Island are strong enough.

  Although they are well-known, there are only five warships here, and no one knows how many pirates are on the opposite side.

   It's even more unclear whether the opponent's brain has gone crazy, or if he really has enough confidence to dare to start a fight in this ghostly weather.

   Another long bolt of lightning pierced the sky and lasted for three to four seconds.

  The entire sea is covered by it, like daytime.

  With this ray of light, Samwell finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

  However, he would rather see nothing clearly.

  In the waves around the fleet, there are as many as sixty or seventy long ships cruising, and they are like bloodthirsty gray wolves, closely following their prey.

   Among the wolves, there is also a wolf king—

  It was a single-masted warship, with a dark red hull, slender and low, and its sails were as black as a starless night sky—

  Yes, in such a strong wind, it dared to open its sails!

   Driven by the bulging sails, this warship, which was only half the size of the flagship of the Qingting Island Fleet, approached quickly like a sharp arrow.

  The sharp bow of the ship smashed through the huge waves like a blade, and a black iron girl loomed among the rolled up piles of white snow.

  She stands on the bow of the ship, with one arm stretched out, thick black iron hair fluttering behind her head, a pair of eyes made of bright white pearls, shining with the brilliance of thunder and lightning.

   But she has no mouth.

  At this time, Samwell finally saw the name of the warship—

   Serenity.