"Lady Nala, are you looking for me?"

Samwell asked, just after a lecture to the recruits, as he sipped the wine handed by his squire.

Nala pulled her windswept hair behind her ears and asked softly:

"Lord Caesar, I heard that the Dane family of Starfall City is about to attack Hawksbill Island?"

"Yes." Samwell nodded, "The Raven Tribe is not my domain, so if you want to leave, I won't stop you." ”

With that, he turned and walked forward.

Time was urgent, he really didn't have the heart to care about these people in the Raven Tribe, anyway, there were not many of them, so it didn't help much.

Unexpectedly, Nala actually followed Samwell's footsteps and said:

"Your Excellency, you have misunderstood. You have always taken good care of the Crow Tribe, we will not forget this kindness, and if there is a problem in Hawksbill Island, we will not sit idly by. ”

Samwell looked at the woman beside him in surprise, and his tone became solemn:

"Thank you to the Raven Tribe for their help in times of crisis, I will remember it."

"This is what we should do, but the old and weak women and children of the tribe will evacuate to the village outside the valley with the welfare house, and I and one hundred and eighty-five warriors of the tribe will stay behind to help you defend the territory."

"Good!" Samwell nodded, but saw that Nala looked like she wanted to say something.

He waited patiently for a moment, but Nala didn't say anything more, bowed and turned away.

Samwell stopped in place, staring at Nora's back for a moment, guessing what the other party was hesitating to say.

But since Nala didn't say anything, Samwell wasn't going to ask.

Because he knew very well that even if Nala revealed her true identity now, it would be impossible to stop this war.

That bastard of Starfall City would not give up his ambitions for the sake of a woman who had been "dead" for more than ten years.

The soldiers of the Dane family could not have laid down their swords because of an unidentified "Ashara Dane".

Of course, this is not to say that Ashara's identity is useless.

Just like Robert Baratheon's ability to sit on the Iron Throne, it must not be because he has a trace of "true dragon blood" in his body, but because he won the war of the reelers.

But you can't deny the usefulness of this "true dragon blood", as it greatly reduces the will of the nobles loyal to the Targaryen royal family to resist, allowing them to deceive themselves into not betraying their oath - Robert is also a Targaryen, although technically only a quarter.

In the same way, although Ashara Dane is useless now, it will be different if Samwell wins this war.

The vassals of House Dain would not surrender easily to a riverbend noble, but it was not the same when it came to Ashara.

They would swear allegiance to her with peace of mind, and most would choose to ignore whether there was a guy named Caesar standing behind her.

But the premise of everything is that he must win this war!

Picking up his mood, Samwell continued to move forward, meeting the leaders who were busy preparing for the battle, and saluted him one after another.

Samwell smiled and nodded to them, observing the mental state of the lords, and noticed that there was not much panic on their faces.

Thinking about it, these savages don't have much idea of the power of the Dane family, but are full of awe and confidence in their lords.

Perhaps, in their opinion, the invincible Lord Caesar will surely lead them to victory once again.

It's a pity that what they don't know is that their lord's heart is not as calm as he appears.

Because Samwell knows very well that the army of the Dane family is not the wild people he bullied before, and both the weapons and equipment and the quality of the soldiers are completely different.

What's more, the other party also occupies a numerical advantage.

This kind of absolute headwind battle, in addition to praying that the "gadgets" of the bachelor can play the expected effect, otherwise if it is fought normally, with the current strength of Hawksbill Island, there is a high probability that it will not be able to hold it.

Of course, on the surface, he still has to put on a posture of being a bamboo in his chest, otherwise people's hearts will be chaotic.

All the way to Bachelor Coben's cabin, Samwell had just pushed open the door when he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

"How's it going?" He struggled to keep his tone calm.

"It's better than I expected." Bachelor Koben has a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

As he spoke, he threw a typical pair of Dorne armor to the ground.

The desert heat and scorching sun caused the Dornish to wear as little metal as possible to avoid burns, so the armor was actually a pair of leather armor, with only a few points of steel and a hook.

Cobain took out another bottle and poured the liquid onto his leather armor.

Finally took a few steps back and threw the candle over—

Rumble!

The leather armor was instantly covered in blue flames.

Samwell's eyes lit up, and he immediately took off his coat and stepped forward to slap the burning leather armor continuously.

The fire was visibly smaller, but it was not completely extinguished.

And Samwell's coat gradually became stained with flames and began to burn, so he had to throw it away.

After the beating stopped, the fire on the leather armor was re-energized.

Samwell nodded in satisfaction and asked again:

"What about the water?"

Cobain didn't speak, but picked up a basin of water prepared on the table and poured it over the leather armor.

Poof—

Sparks flew and the fire was smaller, but soon, it came back.

Samwell piled up the sand again, and soon the fire was extinguished.

"As long as you cover it with sand or immerse it in water, the fire will be extinguished, which is really not as good as a real wildfire." ”

In fact, Samwell is already very satisfied.

The degree of brandy is only forty or fifty degrees, and it is certainly no problem to ignite it, but it is not difficult to extinguish the fire, and it is enough to use it against the enemy on the battlefield.

And after Bachelor Coben added some "gadgets" to it, although this thing is not as good as the real "wildfire", it has already made Samwell overjoyed.

It's not impossible to crack, but the Dornes won't know how to crack it for the first time, and even the turtles who have only seen low-alcohol wine don't associate wine with fire at all.

This difference in insight is enough to establish a victory!

"Excellent! Master Coben, I need you to turn all the brandies in your realm into this stuff as quickly as possible! ”

"All?" Cobain couldn't hide his surprise.

He knew how much brandy there was in his territory.

That was the production of the last three months, and it was originally intended to be delivered to Qingting Island, Old Town, and Gaoting for sale.

It's priceless.

"All!" Samwell gritted his teeth.

Although he felt sorry for these drinks, he didn't dare to have any reservations in the face of a strong enemy.

Otherwise, once he loses, he has nothing.

"How long will it take you to finish?"

Cobain groaned, "About three or four days." ”

"Good! I need someone to tell me that this task of yours is now the number one priority. ”

"Yes, sir."

Stepping out of the cabin, Samwell let out a sigh of relief.

With the castrated version of "Wildfire" made by Bachelor Coben, he finally has confidence in the coming big war.

Of course, he also knew that his battle plan had to be changed accordingly.

"Gavin!" Samwell took a few quick steps and shouted to the busy young butler.