Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

  Chapter 34 Blood Night

  The night is silent, only the breeze blows gently.

  In the camp of the Blueskin tribe, the lights were brightly lit.

  The place has become overcrowded due to the gathering of nearly three thousand warriors from thirteen nearby tribes.

  In the wooden house in the center of the camp, there were constant noises. It was the tribal leaders who were drinking.

  Nara was the only tribal leader who did not join the carnival. On the contrary, she smelled a strange smell in the air at this time—it seemed that something bad was about to happen.

   This is the gods warning themselves, she firmly believes.

   "Mother, I don't like this place." The one who spoke was a tall girl who also wore a veil, only revealing the same purple eyes as her mother.

  Nara turned her head and pulled her daughter into the tent, saying:

   "Go and look around the camp."

  Natalie frowned when she heard the words, and said:

   "But mother, it's so dark now, I can't see anything clearly."

  Nara insisted: "Go and see, I have a bad feeling."

"All right."

  Natalie had no choice but to lie on her back on a wool blanket, holding her breath and concentrating.

  The next moment, her eyeballs suddenly rolled up, and the amethyst-like pupils disappeared, replaced by a creepy pure white.

  Outside the camp, a crow fluttered its wings, croaked a few times, and then plunged into the dark mountain forest.

  Nara sat cross-legged beside her motionless daughter, holding her hand with a slightly anxious expression.

   But before Natalie sent back the news, there was a sudden commotion in the camp.

  Nara suddenly became nervous, but she didn't want to leave her daughter at this time, so she raised her voice and shouted outside:

"What happened?"

   "Master Patriarch, it seems that the village is on fire."

"on fire?"

   "Yes, but it seems that the fire is not big, it should be just an accident, you don't have to worry too much."

  Nara did not relax at all when she heard the words, but became more convinced that her hunch was correct.

   Just when she was hesitating whether to send some people from the tribe to see the fire, her daughter Natalie suddenly let out a scream, and then sat up suddenly.

  The pupils also returned to their normal purple color.

   But her expression was extremely flustered: "Mother, mother, it's bad, I saw a lot of people, a lot of people are walking towards the camp! They are all armed!"

  Seeing that her hunch was confirmed, Nora calmed down instead, comforted her daughter, and asked in a deep voice:

   "Don't panic, Natalie, tell me, where are they coming from?"

   "There are all directions, we are surrounded! What to do, mother? Did the people from Hewan kill you?"

   "It should be." Nora tried her best to keep calm, and asked again, "But they always have a direction with the least number of people?"

  Natalie took a few deep breaths and recalled:

   "I feel that the number of people in the north is the least."

"okay, I get it."

   After finishing speaking, Nora got up and walked out.

  Natalie was startled, and quickly got up, hugging her mother's arm tightly, refusing to let go.

  Nara had no choice but to take her out of the tent.

   At this time, the chaos in the village not only did not subside, but intensified!

  Fires also rose from more than one place, and the wild people were busy fighting the fire, which made the camp even more chaotic.

   "The Huya tribe betrayed us! The Huya tribe betrayed us!"

   "The Blueskin tribe betrayed us! They colluded with the people of the River Bend to kill all the savages!"

   "The one who betrayed was the Longbeard tribe..."

  …

  All kinds of chaotic voices sounded in the camp, making the savage warriors at a loss, and it was impossible to tell who was the enemy and who was the friend.

  Trust gradually collapsed, and at the same time, this fragile alliance collapsed.

  The warriors of various tribes who were still drinking and chatting, and were going to fight together tomorrow, suddenly had infinite doubts about the people around them.

  If the tribal leaders can stand up in time to stabilize people's hearts at this time, the further spread of chaos can be prevented.

   But the strange thing is that from the beginning of the chaos to the present, no tribal leader has been seen.

  The patriarch's wooden house in the center of the camp fell into a strange calm at this critical moment.

   Many savages also ran to knock on the door, but did not get a response at all.

  Nara saw all this, her heart sank. But she knew that she couldn't help any hesitation at this moment, so she quickly called a few clansmen and ordered:

   "Gather all your clansmen immediately and tell everyone to rush to the north! When you meet the enemy, don't fall in love with fighting, just get away from this place quickly. Remember, this is not our war!"

"yes!"

  As soon as she finished explaining, Nora heard a dull and long horn sound from outside the camp.

   "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

  The sound of shouting and killing sounded.

  In the darkness, there seemed to be countless figures rushing out from all directions, surrounding the camp of the Blueskin Tribe.

  And this became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the camp exploded in an instant.

  The savage warriors were like headless chickens, scurrying around with their heads in their arms. Even if some wanted to raise their swords to meet the enemy, they couldn't organize a decent resistance at all.

  Seeing this, Nora held her daughter's hand tightly and said loudly:

   "Everyone in the Youya Tribe, don't disperse, follow me and rush north!"

   "Come on!"

  …

   "Why! Chiman, why did you betray us!"

  In the wooden house, Linia, the patriarch of the Blueskin tribe, roared hoarsely.

  His hands and feet were bound with thick ropes, and weird blue blood oozes from the constant struggle.

   "Qiman, what benefits did the people of Hewan give you?" the chief of the Longbeard tribe also asked angrily.

   "Cheman, have you forgotten your identity?"

   "You're a savage! You'll always be a savage! There's no way the people of the Reach can trust you!"

   "Yes, only we are your brothers! Let us go, and together we will drive the river bend out of the Crimson Mountains!"

   "Yes! Let us go, we will never hold you accountable for what you did tonight!"

  …

   Facing the questioning, threatening, or wooing words of the tribal chiefs, Cheman remained indifferent. He just stood in front of the window and looked out expressionlessly.

  The jumping flames reflected on his face, making that handsome face look a bit hideous.

   In a trance, Cheeman recalled the words Samwell said to him before this operation—

"I have given those tribal leaders a chance to surrender, but they still choose to resist. I will not give a second chance to such people. I can accept the surrender of all other wildlings, but they cannot. So, in my When you step into the camp of the Blueskin tribe, you don't want to see any of the tribe leaders alive!

  You, know what to do? "

  Cheman remembered his shock and anger at the time, but in the end, he still lowered his head and said:

"I know."

  …

   After an unknown period of time, the commotion outside gradually subsided, the screams and killing sounds decreased, and the voices of surrender and begging for mercy gradually gained the upper hand.

  The tribal leaders trapped in the house also gradually despaired, collapsed to the ground, and no longer tried to persuade the traitor.

  Seeing that the dust of this battle was about to settle, Cheeman knew that it was time for him to complete his mission.

  I thought that my heart was as hard as a stone, but at this moment, there was still a trace of hesitation in Cheeman's eyes.

   But this hesitation did not last long.

   Turning around, Cheeman had already put on a cold expression, with a crazy and bloodthirsty light jumping in his eyes.

  (end of this chapter)