Chapter 401 Lava Hell

  The night is getting darker.

  Franklin Flowers leaned against the battlements, hiding himself in the shadows.

  He was a potbellied Riverbend Knight with scars all over his face, his right ear looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and his left ear was completely gone.

  Because his mother was a washerwoman who was raped by the lord of the cider hall, Earl Fossoway, Franklin was also called "the **** of the cider hall", but he himself preferred to laugh at himself as a "rotten apple".

  Franklin's biggest dream is to return to Westeros one day and blow Earl Fossoway's head like a rotten apple.

  Unfortunately, this dream is destined to be impossible to realize, because Earl Fossoway has died in the Deer Party rebellion.

  Franklin changed his dream to become the lord of the wine hall one day.

   This is not wishful thinking.

  If he could help little Aegon ascend the Iron Throne, the other party would definitely not be stingy with the Earl of the Fruit Wine Hall.

  Franklin imagined the scene of returning to his hometown, with a beast-like light in his eyes.

   But as time went by, the enemy disappeared for a long time, and he also became anxious.

  Why haven't you come yet?

  Franklin got up and lay down on the top of the city wall, and looked into the distance for a while, but he couldn't see anything, only the dark silence.

   "What time is it?"

   "Just past wolf time."

  Franklin nodded silently, sat down again, drew out his long sword and wiped it carefully.

   Time passed extremely slowly while waiting.

  Finally, Franklin couldn't bear to get up again.

  The movement made the soldiers on the side wake up suddenly.

   "Damn it! Don't sleep!" Franklin reprimanded him a few times, and then went down the tower sullenly.

  Found Jon Connington in the rear house, Franklin complained:

   "Is it possible that Caesar is afraid and dare not come?"

  Jon said with a cold face:

   "Go back to the city tower, and you are not allowed to leave your post without authorization."

  Franklin shook his head dissatisfied:

   "It's not an option to go on like this. The soldiers are almost falling asleep."

   "Then go wake them up!"

   Franklin muttered a few words in a low voice, turned his head and left.

  Jon looked at the back of the other party going away, and sighed secretly.

  He has also realized that the Golden Group is already in an extremely passive situation.

  I wanted to take the opportunity of seeing through Mrs. Ians' trick and design the west gate as a trap.

  If Caesar led his army to rush in, the Golden Legion would definitely inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

   But what if Caesar doesn't come...

  The golden group is embarrassing.

  They could only stick around near the west city gate, not daring to relax at all.

   If this continues, the soldiers will only become more and more tired.

  Jon suspects that the enemy is likely to choose to attack before dawn, when the Golden Group is the most exhausted, and the enemy is waiting for work.

  Even if they make full preparations at the West Gate, the outcome is uncertain.

   And worse, maybe another situation—

  The enemy does not attack from the west gate.

  Thinking of this, Jon couldn't help trembling slightly.

   Originally, the Golden Group set a trap for the enemy, but now, this trap has instead become a **** for the Golden Group, making them lose their strategic initiative.

  Jon almost wanted to immediately order the cancellation of the original plan, close the city gate, and let the soldiers go back to rest.

   But he dared not do it.

  What if the enemy really comes from the west gate?

  Although as long as the gates are closed, the Golden Company can still deal with it calmly, but it will make Jon look like a clown in everything he did before...

  If he was commanding the army of the Clinton family, Jon would not have similar worries at all.

   But now, he has a group of mercenaries under him.

  A group of outlaws fighting for money.

  Jon must consider the psychology of the mercenaries, the morale of the army, and the impact on his prestige...

   So, he hesitated.

  But on the other side, Sir Franklin Flowers returned to the tower and began to inspect.

  Seeing the dozing soldiers go up, they punched and kicked, as if they wanted to vent all the anger accumulated in their hearts.

   After venting, Franklin felt much more at ease. He returned to sit by the battlements and continued to wipe the long sword.

  Time turned to owl time, then to nightingale time, and then to owl time... Seeing that dawn was approaching, Franklin couldn't help dozing off for a while.

   Just when he was in a daze, Franklin suddenly heard a faint sound of breaking through the air.

  The air also seemed to become hotter.

  He subconsciously stood up, his heart clenched tightly, and he had a bad feeling.

   "My lord, what's the matter?" Seeing this, the soldiers on the side quickly stood up, fearing that the knight would mistake him for dozing off again.

  Franklin didn't speak, and leaned on the city wall again to look out, as if he wanted to find something from the thick darkness.

   But until his eyes were sore, he still didn't see anything.

  But at this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from beside him:

   "Fire! Fire!"

  Franklin turned his head suddenly, and saw a beam of dazzling fire blooming in the distance.

  Orange red mixed with scorched fire, like a rising sun, pierced the darkness before dawn, and also pierced the defenses of everyone in the Golden Group.

   They opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at this terrible scene, completely at a loss.

   Fortunately, Franklin reacted first, and immediately ordered loudly:

   "East City Gate! Damn it! The enemy is attacking from the East Gate, hurry up and support!"

   As he spoke, he drew his sword and rushed out.

  Going down the tower, he also ran into Jon Colinton who was giving orders: "Franklin, you lead people..."

boom.

  Franklin deliberately slammed Jon away hard, cursing non-stop.

  The ear-piercing horn sounded in the city, and more and more soldiers of the Golden Regiment gathered and headed towards the east gate.

  The shouts of killing became louder and louder, and the entire city of God's Grace seemed to be awakened from sleep, and suddenly entered the most intense and cruel fighting rhythm.

  When Sir Franklin led a team of mercenaries to the east gate, he saw that the gate had collapsed in the fire, and countless enemies poured in like locusts, bringing slaughter and blood.

   "Come on!" he hissed, "Kill these Dornish bastards!"

   "Kill them all!" The mercenaries cried and howled.

  But the next moment, the shouting stopped abruptly.

  Franklin looked up in astonishment. Although he couldn't see anything, he knew that there was a huge creature hovering above his head, and the shadows cast down enveloped them like a curtain.

dragon!

   "Get out of the way!" he snapped.

  The next second, the thunderous sound of piercing through the air brought a scorching gust of wind.

  A spear of fire fell from the sky, pouring down like lava, swallowing dozens of mercenaries in an instant.

  Franklin rushed into the house on the street and escaped unharmed, but he also felt the raging heat wave beating his back, making the armor on his body extremely hot.

  The dying soldiers let out howls that were not human-like, and the strong smell of barbecue filled the air.

   "Scorpion Crossbow!" Franklin roared, "Where's the Scorpion Crossbow?"

  The dragon is not invincible, he comforted himself in his heart.

  Back then, Aegon the Conqueror had a dragon die in Dorne. Now, he can make Caesar's dragon die in Dorne too!

  The knight who wanted to be a dragon slaying hero rushed out of the burning house and ran towards the tower.

   There's the Scorpion Crossbow.

  A fierce battle broke out at the gate of the city, and more and more enemies rushed in. However, because the Golden Regiment deployed heavy troops at the west gate, the other gates were severely understaffed. At this time, they seemed to be at a disadvantage.

   What's more, there is a terrifying dragon hovering above the head, spouting hellish flames from time to time, which is an extremely serious blow to the morale of the Golden Group.

   Must kill the dragon first!

  Sir Franklin didn't manage the battle at the gate of the city. He rushed up the tower, groping in the dark for the scorpion crossbow according to his memory.

found it!

   And there are three soldiers operating the ballista.

   But the problem is, the night is deep, they loaded up, but they couldn't find a target to shoot.

  Franklin grabbed the torch, waved it wildly in the air, and shouted:

   "Caesar! Come on! You low bastard! Come and fight me!"

  The next second, angry roars filled the entire city of grace, and a furnace-like hot wind swept over.

  Franklin saw a pair of eyes in the dark, blood-red eyes.

  I am looking at hell. It was Franklin's last thought.

  The scorching flames engulfed him, and the whistle of the scorpion crossbow came from his ears.

   But Franklin has no time to see if he has shot the dragon.

  He was on fire.

  (end of this chapter)