Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 400 Trap

City of Grace.

Jon Connington lived in the Lord's bedroom.

Lying on the soft feather bed, he tossed and turned unable to sleep, staring at the velvet covering above his head in a daze.

Fortunately, Jon has long been used to insomnia.

Since he was deposed and expelled by the Mad King, he has hardly slept a full night. Hatred and regret gnawed at his heart like poisonous insects, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

For a long time, leading the golden group to fight back to Westeros and restore the family's fiefdom and glory has been the only belief that supports Jon Connington's survival.

The moment he landed at Broken Arm Point of Dorne, Jon thought he could finally wash away the shame and regret of many years, but the reality was far more cruel than imagined.

Although the progress of the Golden Group was fairly smooth, and they did not suffer any losses in their siege all the way, but Jon clearly knew that all this was just a false appearance.

The biggest weakness of the Golden Group is the lack of foundation.

Although the Hill of Souls and the City of Divine Grace were conquered, anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Toland family and the Arion family actually have hearts for Caesar, and little Aegon is not taken seriously here, and many people even doubt the authenticity of his identity. Not many people are willing to fight for him.

So, unless the Golden Group can really continue to win all the way until they defeat Caesar, otherwise, as long as they fail once, or even need to fail, just one miserable victory, the Golden Group will fall into a situation beyond redemption.

It's a pity that many people in the regiment can't see this clearly.

Especially little Aegon, who was only thinking of making meritorious deeds. The young and impulsive he was blinded by the momentary victory.

Don't even want to be taught by Jon Conrington anymore.

Perhaps he should have stood his ground and shouldn't have joined the power struggle in Westeros so early.

This is the wrong time and the wrong landing point.

According to Jon's thinking, the best time is to wait for Lannister and Caesar to officially start the war, and the Golden Group will cross the sea again.

Besides, they should not come to Dorne, but to land at Griffin's Roost in the Stormlands.

There is the fief of the Clinton family, and Jon is confident that the people in that territory will fight for him.

Griffin's Roost is located in the center of the storm, which can directly threaten Storm's End.

As long as the Golden Group has a firm foothold there, cooperates with the Lannister family, and attacks back and forth, it will definitely make Caesar lose ground.

Unfortunately some people can't wait.

And Jon suspects that the Lannister family may also be secretly contributing to the flames.

Duke Tywin obviously didn't want to attract Caesar's firepower by himself, and let the Golden Group take advantage.

Therefore, even if he wanted to continue waiting, some people didn't want to wait anymore. Varys, Governor Illyrio, Lannister with ulterior motives, and those mercenaries eager to return to their hometown all contributed to this wrong landing. .

The actions after logging in are even more mistakes.

They underestimated the dire situation in Dorne. The prestige of the Martell family in this land has completely collapsed, and the blood of little Aegon has no appeal.

On the contrary, Caesar became the savior in the mind of Lord Dorne.

Mrs. Ians of God's Grace City, such a weak woman, even disregarded her own safety, but also wanted to be Caesar's internal support.

Jon felt more and more that the future of the Golden Group was bleak here.

Perhaps we can only hope that Lannister will go to war as soon as possible to force Caesar to leave Dorne. Only in this way can the Golden Group have a chance...

Boom boom boom.

A rapid knock on the door interrupted Jon's thoughts:

"who?"

"My lord, it's me." Franklin Buddha Flower's voice came from outside the door.

Jon got up from the bed and put on a coat:

"come in."

Sir Franklin pushed the door open and said in a hasty tone:

"My lord, as you expected, Mrs. Ians really has a problem. Just now she secretly summoned a few knights from the Arion family. Are we going to arrest them?"

"Don't worry." Jon pressed his hand, "Keep an eye on them and see what they are going to do."

"Yes." Sir Franklin turned and left.

Jon went out to wake up the knights under his command, telling them to immediately gather the army and prepare for battle.

At this time, it was approaching midnight, and the stars in the sky were sparse and dim. Only a full moon hung high in the night sky, casting a cool brilliance.

Sir Franklin returns to report again:

"My lord, the members of the Arion family are about to secretly open the gate to the west! They really colluded with Caesar! They want to lure the enemy into the city!"

"I see." Jon nodded silently, and calmly gave the order, "Take control of all the troops of the Ailion family immediately, and kill anyone who resists."

"yes!"

"In addition, mobilize soldiers to ambush at the west gate. When the situation in the city stabilizes, we will open the gate ourselves."

"We open the city gate ourselves?" Sir Franklin was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and laughed, "Okay, I understand! I will let the brothers prepare a big gift for Caesar at the west gate! "

After finishing speaking, he left excitedly.

Soon, the faint sound of fighting came from the castle, but it was not intense.

Most members of the Alion family didn't know Mrs. Ians's plan at all, and were dragged out of the bed by the soldiers of the Golden Regiment in a daze, and controlled them.

Jon Connington stood at the highest point of the castle, his whole body melted into the darkness, like a stone statue, watching everything silently.

It wasn't until the soldiers came to report that everyone in the Ailion family had been controlled that Jon came back to his senses.

He went downstairs silently, and stayed in front of Mrs. Ians' room for a while.

Hearing the crying sound from inside, Jon put his hand on the doorknob, but never pushed it away.

He didn't know how to face Mrs. Ians.

Frankly speaking, Jon is a little moved by her, but he also knows that this woman is just a cup of poison to him.

Don't make the same mistake again. He silently reminded himself.

Seventeen years ago, kindness and pride ruined the first half of his life. Now, he must be ruthless.

"Keep an eye on her." Jon didn't push the door open after all. He took a few steps back and said to the soldiers at the door, "If there is any abnormality, kill her immediately."

"Yes, my lord."

Jon turned around and strode away.

When he came to the west gate, he saw thousands of soldiers from the Golden Regiment busy here. They dug traps at the gate, arranged archers and heavy crossbows, and demolished nearby houses to build a fence.

Jon boarded the tower and looked out.

The night was dark, and it was hard to see how far away. In the darkness, there seemed to be something about to move.

Waiting for the soldiers to report that everything was ready, Jon went down from the tower and came to sit in a house behind. At the same time, he gave the order to open the door.

The rusty iron chain creaked and turned, and the sound was clearly audible in the silent night.

The heavy door inlaid with iron slowly lifted up, revealing the dark door opening.

The soldiers of the Golden Regiment hid in the shadows, quietly waiting for the arrival of their prey.