Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Chapter 35
"Cheeman, what are you doing!"

Some tribal leaders seemed to have a premonition, and roared fiercely.

Chi!
The long sword pierced into the chest of a tribal leader without hindrance, and the gushing blood spattered Qiman all over.

"Cheeman! Do you dare to kill us?"

Chi!
Cheeman responded to the questioning with actions, and killed another tribal leader in the blink of an eye.

The cabin suddenly boiled, and the remaining leaders cursed and struggled.

But Cheeman was unmoved, and continued to walk to the next tribal leader.

"Wait! Cheeman, I am willing to surrender, I am willing to surrender..."

Chi!
Cheeman swung his sword again, as if slaughtering a wild boar.

"You lunatic! You traitor! We have already surrendered! Why do you want to kill us!"

Chi!
"The warriors of the Longbeard tribe will repay me..."

Chi!
……

The smell of blood filled the closed wooden house, tumbling, mixed with the smell of feces and urine due to fear, forming an extremely strong, almost suffocating smell.

It's like a slaughterhouse.

"The Butcher" Cheeman's body was already covered with a thick layer of blood stains, like a bright red armor, which was daunting.

As the tribal leaders were killed one by one, the wooden house gradually became quiet.

There was only the last one left—the patriarch of the Blueskin Tribe, Cheman's uncle, Linia.

Linia stopped talking at this time, and there was no expression of anger or fear on his face.

He looked at his nephew standing in front of him, and said indifferently:

"tell me why?"

Cheeman, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke.

The voice was hoarse like a rusty sword:
"For the future of the savages."

"The future of the savages?" Linia, who was already ashamed, suddenly became angry again, "You are killing the future of the savages with your own hands!"

Cheeman shook his head slowly:

"No, you are the obstacle to the progress of the wildlings."

Linia was stunned for a moment when he heard such absurd remarks.

Cheeman continued unhurriedly:

"We savages are also descendants of the ancestors and Andals. There is not much essential difference from the people of the River Bay. But thousands of years have passed, and the people of the River Bay have built hundreds of castles, fed tens of millions of people, and organized There are countless powerful armies. But what about us savages?
We kept company with wild beasts, with ignorance, and split into hundreds of tribes, large and small, fighting each other for a ridiculous territory and prey, but after fighting for so long, what did we fight for?
Don't you just dare to hide in the red mountains?Occasionally go out to plunder, and seeing the regular army of the Hewan people, can't they just run away?
Tell me, uncle, even if I drive the people of Hewan out of the Crimson Mountains with you this time, so what?
We will still return to the previous state, stuck in the quagmire of barbarism, ignorance, and backwardness with no way out. "

Linia sneered and said:

"Could it be that you can change the future of the savages by being a dog for the people of Hewan?"

Cheeman didn't care about the insult in his uncle's words, and still responded flatly:

"At least, this is the best chance to break down the barriers between the tribes and unite all the wildlings of the Crimson Mountains."

"Even so, the future 'Wildman King' will be that river bend nobleman, and you are just a mad dog under his command!"

"As long as the savage can break free from the quagmire of savagery and ignorance, so what if I am a mad dog?"

Linia was silent.

At the moment when his life was about to come to an end, he seemed to finally understand his nephew.

Of course, understanding does not mean forgiveness.

Linia couldn't forgive Cheeman for what he had done, but now, he knew that it was impossible for him to stop his nephew.

He didn't know whether Cheeman's actions would bring the wildlings into a glorious future or into an even more desperate abyss.

But Linia suddenly felt that perhaps it was time to give the wildlings a different leader.

"Don't be a mad dog." Linia suppressed the hatred and anger in his heart, and became earnest, "The people in Hewan asked you to kill us, right? If you kill us, you will reap the hatred of the thirteen tribesmen. If you kill more people in the future, the blood stains on your body will accumulate more and more, until the whole world is an enemy. Therefore, Cheman, control your desire to kill! Otherwise, before the wildlings usher in a bright future, you will have already fallen into the abyss."

Cheeman twitched the corner of his mouth, with a strange expression on his face:

"I'm already in the abyss, uncle."

"It's not too late." Linia persuaded, "The Crimson Mountains are still huge, and it's too late for you to stop now. The future of the wildlings needs you."

Qieman shook his head: "It's too late, I'm a kinslayer, and I have no future."

Linia froze for a moment, and then thought of her brother-in-law's death, her complexion suddenly changed:
"You killed your own father?!"

"There are brothers." Qieman stepped forward, piercing Linia's chest with the blood-red long sword in his hand, "Now there is another uncle."

Linia roared wildly, and blood gushed out of his mouth continuously. However, there was not much hatred in his eyes, but a look of great regret:

"You...why do you... do this kind of thing... despised by the gods..."

Qieman looked at his uncle who was panting in pain with a blank face, and said lightly:
"I also prayed devoutly to the gods, but never got an answer. So, I decided to give my soul to the devil."

Linia seemed to still be struggling to say something, but his broken heart was no longer able to support the body, and he spit out the last mouthful of blue blood. He finally tilted his head and remained motionless.

Cheeman stared at his uncle's body in a daze for a while, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

It wasn't until the shouting outside the house completely subsided that he turned around and walked to the door, and opened the locked wooden door.

call--

The cool night wind came oncoming, but it failed to blow Qiman's hair that had already been covered with solidified blood scabs.

"Cheman, where is Lord Linia?"

"And what about the patriarch of our long beard tribe?"

"And our patriarch, now that the battle is over and we have surrendered, can you release them?"

……

Facing the questioning of the captured savages, Cheeman remained silent.

It wasn't until everyone saw the blood stains on Qieman's body that their faces changed and they cursed loudly. Some even rushed forward to fight Qieman with their lives.

The soldiers hastily stepped forward to stop them, and even killed some of the most violent ones, so as to nip this captive riot in the bud.

At this time, Samwell just walked into the camp surrounded by soldiers.

The group of savage captives also gradually calmed down, and turned their attention to the river bay noble who was about to decide their fate.

Samwell first glanced at Cheeman from a distance, and then with a warm smile on his face, he said loudly under the expectant or fearful eyes of the savage captives:
"Anyone who is willing to surrender, I can pardon your death penalty!"

The captives were quiet for a while, and then burst into cheers:

"Thank you, my lord lord!"

"We are willing to surrender!"

"We are willing to serve!"

……

Cheeman looked at Samwell, who was being cheered and supported by everyone, with complicated eyes.

Under the light of the orange fire, the young river bend nobleman seemed to exude a divine radiance.

But he could only stand alone in a dark and cold corner, exuding an aura that people despise ghosts.

Qieman let out a laugh, shook his head, then clasped his right hand on his chest, and said loudly:

"Loyalty, dedicated to the greatest Caesar!"

"The Greatest Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

……

The sound of cheers was louder and louder than the last wave, sweeping the forest like a gust of wind.

(End of this chapter)