"Lord Caesar, tell you to stop."

Gavin, the governor of the Eagle's Billy Island, handed the letter back to Cheman from Samwell.

Looking at Cheman, who was already a little strange in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

More than three months ago, this man received orders from his lord to sweep away the wild tribes around his territory, and since then, Gavin has been hearing various rumors about this person.

Without exception, they are full of blood and tyranny.

Savage traitors, murderers, invincible monsters, messengers of terror from Hawksbill Island......

Today, Cheman is notorious in the Crimson Mountains.

However, the results have also been remarkable.

All the savage tribes within a hundred miles of Eagle's Beak Island have all surrendered, and some have not, but they have all been sent to hell by the messenger of terror.

The number of wildlings in the territory has skyrocketed to more than 30,000.

It stands to reason that this should be a good thing, but Gavin is not happy, but worried, he always feels that this Cheman is at risk of getting out of control.

Master Caesar had given him a hundred soldiers and allowed him to recruit five hundred savages himself, but Gavin knew that Cheman's men had already exceeded a thousand.

Although Eagle's Beak Island has always been supplied with weapons and food according to the share of 600 people, when Qiman himself conquered the savage tribe, it was not difficult to get some food supplies, and he could naturally raise more soldiers.

Now that this man has grown in fledgling and fame, will he still be willing to be a dog under Lord Caesar?

Cheman looked at the letter silently, but did not speak, his body was dressed in a fine linen coat, clean and clean, without blood, but filled with the smell of blood.

"When will the Lord come back?" He spoke, his tone flat without a hint of fluctuation.

"I didn't say it, but it should be soon." Gavin said in a deep voice, "So you'd better come back to Hawksbill Island with me immediately. And your men, more soldiers than Lord Caesar allows, I advise you to disband them all."

Cheman's gaze lifted from the letter and turned to Gavin.

Only then did Gavin notice that the man's pupils had become very light, almost merging with the whites of his eyes, and his cold gaze was like substance, and the poisonous snake slowly slid over his skin, giving him goosebumps.

"Your eyes...... What's going on?" Gavin said, his tone trembling slightly.

"The Punishment of the Gods." The corners of Cheman's mouth turned up, "Maybe it's a gift from the devil."

Gavin swallowed, and suddenly regretted coming to this trip himself.

This mad dog is even crazier!

A fine cold sweat oozed from Gavin's forehead, and he was thinking about how to speak again, when he saw a soldier running over and reported:

"Lord Cheman! The Rock Tribe refuses to submit!"

Cheman's gaze finally took off Gavin, much to the latter's relief.

"Refuse to surrender?" Cheman smiled happily, from the bottom of his heart, "Then destroy it. Give me orders and attack."

"Yes!"

"Wait!" Gavin plucked up his courage and said, "Master Caesar has ordered you to stop!"

Cheman slowly turned his head and gave Gavin a creepy smile:

"Don't worry, I'll wait until I've got one last gift for you." ….

Gavin clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to persuade again, he felt that the mad dog in front of him might really dare to kill him.

A low horn sounded in the mountains and forests, followed by shouts of fighting.

Cheman went to the front to direct the battle, leaving Gavin stunned in place.

One of the accompanying guards stepped forward and said, "Lord Gavin, do you want to stop Cheman?"

Gavin rolled his eyes and whispered angrily, "You go stop him! Let's see if he kills you!"

The guards suddenly didn't dare to speak.

Gavin sighed helplessly, and walked a few steps to a high hill.

The fortress of the Rock Tribe, just by the stream below, was being attacked by the Khamman's army.

The battle was fierce, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and in a few moments, even the stream was dyed blood-red.

Gavin watched silently, not saying a word.

The battle lasted from noon to evening, and the cottage of the Rock Tribes finally fell.

Gavin hesitated, but then descended the hill and entered the cottage filled with blood and fire.

As Cheman's men cleaned up the battlefield, Gavin was relieved to see that they hadn't taken prisoners.

But when he reached a hut in the heart of the cottage, he heard cries and begs for mercy from inside.

"Surrender! We surrender! Don't kill! We are willing to surrender!"

Gavin stood in the doorway and saw Cheman pulling his sword out of the chest of a female wildling.

"They've surrendered." Gavin couldn't help but persuade.

Cheman turned his head and grinned, he was covered in blood, and he was really like a devil.

"How can the tribal leader surrender?" As he spoke, he slit the throat of a young savage.

"I really surrender! Surrender! Don't kill my kids anymore! Please!" The patriarch of the Rock Tribe begged for mercy.

However, he was greeted by Cheman's sword.

Phew!

"You!" The patriarch vomited blood from his mouth, and his face contorted, "You will go to hell! I curse you!"

"I still like your look more than begging for mercy." Cheman smiled.

The patriarch scolded, his expression becoming more and more hideous and distorted.

The more Cheman looked at it, the more he liked it.

So, he drew his sword and stabbed it again.

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Passing through the three curved walls of heavy handles, Alex Oakhutt came to the front of the Palazzo Vecchio.

The towers of the halberd and the tower of the sun, characteristic of Royna, stand majestically in the wings of the palace, with golden vaults and leaded glass gleaming in the sun.

This is the heart of Halberd City and the center of power in Dorne.

But for Alex, the emissary of the Iron Throne, it is a hostile and dangerous place.

Wearing white armor and a white cloak that symbolized the status of the Imperial Guard, he held a wooden box in his hand and slowly walked through the gates of the old palace.

The clanging sound of heavy riding boots on the marble floor also attracted the attention of the many Dorne nobles gathered in the hall.

When they saw the comer, they all cast angry glances.

Alex ignored these stares and walked straight ahead.

Looking ahead, two chairs were placed on a high platform, one of which depicted the Martell family's halberd emblem, and the other depicted the Solar coat of arms of Royna. ….

Halberd and the sun.

It was with the help of Namelia, the warrior queen of Royna, who had crossed the sea, that the Martell family finally fulfilled their dream of conquering all of Dorne.

Because of this, the Martell family still retains the traditions of the Roynars, such as the ruler still uses the titles of prince and princess, and the male and female heirs have equal inheritance rights, and the full name of this family is actually Namelos Martell.

Meaning, the blood of Nymelia and Martell.

Alex stood in front of the high platform.

Along the way, he saw all kinds of coats of arms, sand gates, fan-shaped golden hands, golden-crowned skeletons, red and yellow flames, three black scorpions on a red background, and a black vulture holding a pink baby...... There are so many of them, it seems that all the major families of Dorne have arrived.

The mountain rain is coming.

Alex stood quietly, oblivious to the stares and chatter.

Until he saw the side door open, and Prince Oberon, the "Red Viper", walked in with a wheelchair.

In a wheelchair sat a gray-haired, skinny man.

The chatter in the hall died away, and the nobles all saluted the man in his wheelchair.

For that man was none other than the ruler of Dorne, Prince Doran Martell.

Oberon pro

Wang parked his wheelchair under the high platform and helped his brother to sit down on the chair painted with a golden halberd.

Then he himself stood on the right-hand side of the seat.

Princess Alyne also stepped up to the high platform and stood on the left hand side of Prince Dolang.

Alex bowed and said:

"Dear Prince Dorne, I have brought King Joffrey's will."

"You brought my daughter's head!" Before Prince Dolang could speak, the "Red Viper" Prince Oberon said angrily.

"Bastard." Alex argued that he had tried to lighten the mood, but it backfired.

"That's still my daughter!" Prince Oberon roared, "You killed her! There has been no trial! Is this what your king calls justice?"

Alex sighed, placed the wooden box on the ground, and said:

"Your Highness, I can understand your anger and pain. But it is your fault in the first place, and His Majesty would not have been so angry if you had not killed Lord Petyr Berish and Master Paisher without taking permission, and had escaped from the dungeon."

"I didn't kill Petyr." Prince Oberon defended, and then laughed self-deprecatingly, "I guess you won't believe it. Forget it, I see you for who you really are. Justice has never been something you seek. If I stay in King's Landing and wait for judgment, I guess it will end up with my daughter."

Alex felt more and more that there would be no optimistic results from this mission, but he still stubbornly said:

"Your Highness, Your Majesty has ordered you to go to King's Landing and stand trial, or ......

"Otherwise what?" Prince Oberon shouted, "He must have dared to attack Dorne!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall was suddenly excited, and the nobles of Dorne cursed angrily and roared, as if they wanted to come up and tear Alex to pieces and return it to the Iron Throne.

Cold sweat oozed from Alex's forehead, and he looked at Prince Dolang, who had been silent, and made a final effort: ....

"His Highness Dao Lang! Please think carefully! If you don't accept the Iron Throne's demands, then all that awaits Dorne is war!"

"War?" Prince Dolang finally spoke.

His voice was as thin as a fragile piece of parchment, but it made the hall fall silent for a moment.

Alex knew that Prince Doran was just a patient who couldn't even stand on his feet, but at this time, he felt as if he was more dangerous than the "Red Viper".

"Yes." The White Knight said, "I implore you to think carefully, or else Dorne will be bloodied in the war."

"You're threatening me?"

"Nope." Alice didn't know what to say, and hesitated for a moment before saying in as gentle a tone as possible, "I'm just conveying His Majesty's will to you."

"That's Your Majesty threatening me."

Alex was speechless.

Prince Dolang smiled slightly, and didn't seem to be angry at all: "Did your king forget our clan language when he threatened the Martell family?"

"Unyielding." Prince Doran said as he propped his hands on the armrests of his seat, as if to stand up.

Seeing this, Princess Aleen hurriedly stepped forward to help, but was pushed away by her father.

"No." Prince Daolang hunched his body and slowly got up.

Fine beads of sweat were visible on his forehead, and his withered legs trembled, but he finally stood up: "Indomitable."

Unboed, Unben, Unbroken

In terms of population, wealth, and war power, Dorne is the last of the Seven Kingdoms, but under the leadership of the Martells, they are the last kingdom to submit to the Iron Throne.

It took only two years for the Targaryens to conquer the Six Kingdoms, and it wasn't until two hundred years later that Dorne was finally brought under the Iron Throne's rule, and it was through marriage.

The Sun Halberd has never been a symbol of weakness.

"Since your king wants war, then ......" Prince Dolang's weak body was still trembling, but his voice was extremely firm,

"I'll give it to him, war!"

"War! War! War!" The nobles of Dorne in the hall roared wildly.

In the surging sound, Alex closed his eyes tiredly, and there was no luck in his heart for the future situation-

War..

Radish on the scale