Kalilon clung to a broken sampan and rose and fell with the waves.

The attempt to land on the island finally failed.

His ship smashed to pieces on the reef, and the sailors with him were also unsuccessful, and Carillon had just seen the corpse of the other man floating on the surface of the sea, but now it was swallowed up by the waves and disappeared.

The sea water he had accidentally swallowed rolled in his stomach, and Carillon only felt that the temperature of his body was disappearing little by little, and the violent waves tossed him up and down, playing with him.

Carillon only hugged the small sampan, praying that the waves would not crash on the reef, and that he would die.

Bloodreef Island wasn't far from him, but it was a long way from the end of the world to Carillon.

If the wind and waves are calm, he can easily swim this distance, but in such a wind and waves, it is impossible to swim through.

Humanity is so small and helpless in the wrath of nature, nay, it should be the wrath of the god of storms.

Kalilon could only pray.

I don't know if his prayers worked, but the waves actually sent Carillon to Bloodreef Island.

And miraculously didn't hit the reef along the way.

When Carillon was finally washed up in the shallows by the waves, he wept with joy and fell prostrate on the ground, praising the protection of the gods.

After calming down, Carillon began to walk cautiously towards the island.

At this time, it was almost midnight, the sky was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Only lightning streaked across the sky from time to time, bringing a brief and intermittent light.

In the wild sea breeze, the sound of conversation can be faintly heard.

Carillon followed the direction of the sound, and soon came across a cave.

But just as he was about to get closer, there was a sudden sound of leather wings stirring the air overhead.

Kalilon looked up suddenly, and just as a flash of lightning flashed, he clearly saw the white dragon, and the white dragon also saw him!

Seeing the white dragon swooping down on him, Calillon was so frightened that he fled in fear.

There was a hissing behind him, and he could feel the heat even from this distance.

Carillon didn't dare to turn back and ran forward with all his might.

But the wind behind him was getting louder and louder, and the heat was getting clearer and clearer.

Carillon felt only a burning pain in his back, and the next moment, he found himself soaring into the air.

The sailors of Qingting Island, who were caught by the claws of the white dragon, shouted frantically, but the sound was instantly drowned out in the oncoming wind.

Bang!

Kalilon was thrown down hard against a boulder outside the cave, and all the bones on his body fell apart.

"You're one of Earl Paxter's, aren't you?" Samwell jumped off the white dragon's back and asked the man.

"Yes." Carillon took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his pounding heartbeat.

When he turned around, he saw a young man with black hair and black eyes standing beside the white dragon, wearing a simple bronze armor, a giant sword behind him, and a crown of Valyrian steel rings inlaid with rubies on his head—

That's the crown of Aegon "The Conqueror" Targaryen!

Carillon immediately realized that this person was the famous Caesar, but he didn't expect that the other party actually put the crown on his head.

Did Caesar become king?

Samwell ignored Calilon, turned and walked towards the cave.

He had long guessed that the Qingting Island fleet would most likely be nearby.

After Stannis Baratheon buried the royal fleet in Blackwater Bay, the Qingting Island fleet has become the most powerful maritime power in the Seven Kingdoms, and although the nobles of the Stormlands also have some warships, they are obviously not comparable to the Qingting Island fleet.

Therefore, Samwell deliberately chose the location of the meeting on Bloody Reef Island, so that even if the Qingting Island fleet surrounded the island, due to the dense reefs nearby, it would not be possible to carry out a large-scale landing.

And this sudden storm helped him even more, and the Qingting Island fleet couldn't even get close.

In fact, Samwell himself is not afraid of the Qingting Island fleet encircling the island, after all, he has a white dragon, and he can go at any time if he wants.

But not the rest of the island.

So taking advantage of the storm now, he is ready to send the nobles of the Stormlands on Bloodreef Island, as well as the nobles of Dorne and Riverbend, to the nearest Stormlands territory through the White Dragon-

Weeping Tower.

Cleopatra is now about the size of an adult elephant and can carry up to five people across the strait at a time.

So he had to make a few more trips.

Carrying the four Stormlands nobles again, Samwell jumped on the dragon's back, patted the white dragon's neck, and said:

"Thank you, Cleopatra, let's go."

I don't know if he understood the master's words, the white dragon snorted, flapped his wings, and rose to the sky.

When the white dragon disappeared into the night sky, Kalilon finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to move his body when he heard a cold snort from behind him:

"Don't move!"

Carillon turned around to see a Stormland Knight looking at him coldly, and he had to do his best to show a flattering smile:

"Sir, can you let me go into the cave and hide from the rain?"

The knight hesitated, then stepped forward and grabbed Callillon by the collar and dragged him into the cave with a rough motion.

A campfire rose in the cavern, and the spreading warmth allowed Kalilon's stiff body to recover slightly.

By the light of the fire, he carefully surveyed the cave.

The most conspicuous thing was the two corpses on the high platform, the thin one had its head smashed, and the tall one had been cut in two, and the scorched marks were faintly visible from the fracture.

More than twenty Storm Land nobles gathered around the campfire, talking softly.

And the nobles of Dorne and Riverbend were huddled on the outside, and they were all disarmed and bound hand and foot—

The only exception is Prince Dowland.

It is estimated that it was because this Prince of Dorne couldn't even stand up and couldn't pose a threat at all, so the Stormlanders didn't bother to tie him up.

Feeling Carillon's gaze, Prince Doran looked over and said:

"Earl Pexter sent you, right?"

Carillon was about to answer, but saw a Stormland Knight standing in the way of them, and scolded:

"No talking!"

Prince Daolang had no choice but to shut up.

Carillon also shrunk back, not daring to say more.

After about two hours, the white dragon went and returned.

This time it was the same, and four more Stormlands nobles climbed onto the dragon's back and left with Samwell.

The storm continued to rage, and as time went on, there were fewer and fewer Stormlands nobles in the caves.

Kalilon fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was already the next day.

The storm outside the cave subsided, and the sun fell back on the Sea of Dorne.

At this time, only the last three nobles of the Stormlands in the cave remained, and the nobles of Dorne and Riverbend were still there.

Carillon perked up and immediately realized the turnaround.

With the current weather conditions, the Qingting Island fleet can already release small boats and organize people to land.

Although this could not transport a large number of soldiers to the island at once, there was no defense force on the island, and a few Storm Land nobles alone could not stop the landing of the Qingting Island fleet.

At that moment, the sound of leather wings agitating the air sounded again, and Carillon knew at once that Caesar had returned.

Sure enough, Samwell strode into the cave and said:

"The storm is almost stopping, and the rest of the people probably won't have time to transport it away."

Count Selwyn Tass said:

"It's fine. Even if Pexter really sends troops to attack, the last of our Stormlanders will be able to leave, and as for the Riverbends and Dorns, since they can't take them away, they will all be killed! ”

The Countess of Marie Mathelyn immediately objected:

"Then the Dornish will hate us to death, don't forget that we still have an army of 20,000 people trapped in Dorne, if we kill these Dorne nobles, what will our army do?"

Earl Selwyn pouted: "Even if we don't kill them, the Dornish people will not be grateful, and they will not let our army go because of this, but will also send a favor to the Riverwaners." ”

Samwell then spoke:

"The Stormlands army is being held captive in Halberd City, so as long as you bring Doran Martell in exchange for prisoners, it doesn't matter if the rest of the Dorne nobles are killed."

As soon as these words came out, those Dorne nobles suddenly exploded.

"Lord Caesar, oh no, Your Majesty Caesar, please believe that we have no ill will towards you!"

"Yes, we have no knowledge of this assassination plan, it is all the Martell family's own initiative!"

"Your Majesty, as long as you let us go back, we will definitely find a way to help you redeem the Stormland army!"

……

At this time, Prince Daolang couldn't help but remind:

"It's Caesar provoking, don't be fooled!"

"Shut him up." Samwell winked at Earl Selwyn.

Earl Selwyn immediately stepped forward, tore off Prince Dolang's clothes, and stuffed them into the other party's mouth.

Samwell's gaze swept over the faces of a group of gracious nobles, and he grinned:

"I know you're innocent, but alas, it's Pexter who forces me to kill now. If you want to live, you must save yourselves. ”

"I am willing to be your messenger!" "Please let me negotiate with Earl Pykester," exclaimed Earl Anders Ellenwood, for I have a way to keep him from attacking!" ”

"Good." Samwell showed an appreciative look, "Sure enough, the Ellenwood family is responsible, worthy of the 'blood noble', the supreme king of Dorne back then." ”

The High King of Dorne is a title that existed in Dorne a long time ago.

At that time, the House of Ellenwood was at its peak, ruling a large core area in the central and northeastern parts of Dorne, until the Loynards, led by the warrior queen Namelia, came to Dorne and married the Martell family of Halberd City, so that the powerful Martell family finally suppressed the House of Ellenwood and became the new ruler of Dorne.

So at this time, when Earl Anders heard this old name, and saw Samwell's eyes full of meaning, he immediately understood and said:

"Your Majesty Caesar, I will certainly live up to your trust, and please believe that the Ellenwood family has no ill will towards the Caesar family."

"I believe in the sincerity of the Ellenwood family." After Samwell finished speaking, he drew his greatsword [Dawn] and stepped forward to break the rope that bound Earl Anders.

Count Anders stood up and saluted, and then followed the sailor of Qingting Island, Carillon, out of the cave.

Samwell stared at the greatsword in his hand with a slight distraction.

This Dane family's inheritance divine sword has returned to its original appearance at this time, and there are no red-gold lines on the sword body, nor is there any burning fire, only the original milky white, smooth as glass.

Samwell reached out and rubbed his sword against it, and whispered to himself:

"What? Lachlo, angry? ”

The sword body is as cold as water, and it is no longer as hot as before.

Yesterday he had apparently come back from the dead, apparently with the help of Rahlo, the Lord of Light, but Samwell knew that he had bad intentions.

If it weren't for Melisandre's warnings and reminders, he would have become a puppet of the Lord of Light like Deacon and Asea back then.

Now he also understands the reason why he had made the red-robed witch pregnant with a shadow when he attacked Storm's End, but Rahlo had to control his brother Deacon to assassinate him.

That shadow was actually prepared for the moment of coronation.

Rahlo may have foreseen this at the time, but he didn't give any warning, perhaps he was hoping that Samwell would die once and be resurrected as a puppet.

This time, he was able to break free from the control of the Lord of Light, thanks to Laherlo's sworn enemy-

Chill God.

This also confirms Dr. Malwyn's theory that the only way to break free from the control of a god is to rely on the power of another god.

Samwell added:

"If you don't keep trying to control Deacon and control me, maybe we can work together."

A reddish-gold glow appeared on the sword's body, as if in response.

But at this moment, Samwell's bronze armor also lit up with a pale cold light.

The next moment, two rays of light were annihilated at the same time.

As if nothing had happened.

A sarcastic smile tugged at the corner of Samwell's mouth:

"It's getting more and more interesting."

(End of chapter)