Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Stannis looked to the sky.

The pouring rain instantly wetted his face, his short and neat beard was dragged down by the rain, and his pale lips were thin and tight.

The rain was like a bullet, hitting Stannis's eyes, making his eyes hurt. He remembered that his daughter Celine's once-loved slingshot was hidden in the storage room on Dragonstone Island, and she could never shoot it. The accurate projectiles tormented Stannis to no end.

Celine's appearance as a baby still haunted his mind. Stannis pulled himself out of the memory, but what appeared in front of him was the left side of Celine's face covered with gray and black dead skin.

The slingshot must have been given to Celine by the funny jester Patchface. Stannis snorted lightly, knowing everything about Dragonstone.

Kevan Lannister rode his warhorse and looked at the crowned stag banner trapped in the Lannister camp.

The rainwater gathered together and even formed a small river on the short slope that was not too steep. The current was fast and reminded Kevan of the rushing Blackwater River.

The flag bearer looked blankly at the large number of Lannister troops gathered in the distance. The flag of the Crowned Stag was soaked and heavy with rain, and folded together almost slumpedly, like a dying deer.

"Dance the flag." Stannis said forcefully, his dark blue eyes staring straight at the Lannister golden lion flag in the distance.

"Dance the flag!" Bonifo Hasti ordered loudly to the hundred knights of the Holy War around him.

The flag bearer struggled to wave the rain-soaked flag. The sound of rainwater hitting the surface of the flag sounded like stones hitting sharp objects.

"Dance!" the infected Knights of the Storm shouted loudly, waving the banner of raging prairie fire.

Kevan drew his sword and held the reins tightly with his left hand.

"See those diapers left by the stag?" Kevan shouted to the Lannister guards beside him.

A sarcastic laugh appeared from behind, but more of a resounding response was, "Yes!"

Kevan guessed that most of those laughs came from the proud knights of the West, and they must have the surname Lannister in them.

"Tear off those diapers and hang them on the walls of King's Landing. Let all the enemy prisoners taste Stannis's urine!" Kevan shouted loudly, tearing his throat. He pulled hard on the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and shouted loudly. Neighing.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The knights and followers in the West seemed to be venting their anger, wanting to escape from the curse of repeated defeats.

"Charge the whole army! Kill me!" A wave of blood that was inappropriate for his age surged from the bottom of his heart to his brain. Kevan raised his sword and shouted loudly.

The roaring drums sounded again, and the taut strings of the long bows also sounded under the orders of the commanders of each formation.

Arrows were fired in unison, passing through gaps in the rain.

Lannister's standing army in the west, with countless iron cavalry, charged towards Stannis' remaining army through the soft soil and collected rain.

The sound of "rumble" obviously changed, and Timon was a little frightened. He knew that this was no longer the sound of drums, but the sound of cavalry charging.

Timon wiped the rain off his face. Countless black spots were getting closer and closer. He opened his eyes wide and carefully identified...

That's not rain! By the time Timon realized it, the arrow had penetrated his shoulder. The huge impact and pain forced him to lean back and fall behind the wooden piles of the camp.

"Ah!~"

The arrows penetrated human bones and armor, and the Stormland army was in chaos. The horses were sluggish and scurrying around at a loss, but the tails of arrows were nailed to the horse's legs.

"King!" The bodyguard held up Stannis, held up his shield, and dodged the wave of arrows.

"I'm ordering rectification! Why didn't the army move!" Stannis grabbed the bodyguard and almost gritted his teeth.

The guard's face was soaked by the rain until it turned white. He shook his head, "The rain is too heavy, and the order delivery is not like before..."

Stannis shook off the hand of the bodyguard. He knew the reason. "Give orders as much as possible..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Western Cavalry had already passed by. The rolling of his body and the flipping of his horse had never been so close to Stannis.

"Damn it!" He slashed his sword and barely managed to withstand the spear move of the Western Knight. Severe pain suddenly hit his chest, and he staggered and rolled in the muddy water.

"Crack!"

The flagbearer who had been waving the flag just now was gone in the blink of an eye. The flagpole broke instantly, and Baratheon's crowned stag broke in front of Stannis' eyes and fell off in the rain.

"For Casterly Rock!"

The soldiers of the West saw Stannis and rushed over with swords, but before they could meet him, they were cut down to the ground by Stannis's bodyguards and turned into a pool of blood.

"Your Majesty!" The bodyguard ran over and hugged Stannis's arm. "The enemy basically has no manpower in the southwest. We can break out from there."

Stannis's eyes were obscured by the rain, and he couldn't even see the faces of his bodyguards.

The bodyguard brought the war horse and helped Stannis mount it.

Bonifer Hasti raised his sword and dropped it. A Western Soldier's head fell to the ground. The war horse neighed and ran around without a trace.

He looked around at the dwindling number of hundreds of Jihadists around him, and many familiar faces were gone.

It would be better if it was covered by the rain, Bonifer thought to himself, and he turned his horse's head, "Escort the king to break out!"

"Yes!" The voice was still uniform, Bonifer breathed a sigh of relief, raised his whip, and galloped beside Stannis's bodyguard.

Stannis clutched the wound on his chest and looked pale at the road ahead that was obscured by the rain.

"Where is Allister Florent?" he asked.

The guards didn't know how to answer. They only knew that by crossing the hill in front, they could at least save the king's life...

"Boom!"

Another sudden burst of drum sound made the guard's heart drop to the bottom.

Rows of flags appeared again, just more messy than the Lannister army, but if you look carefully, you can still see the main body...

Tyrell's Golden Rose Banner!

"Ahem!"

Stannis coughed up blood, and the pain caused by the chest wound almost made him unable to move. Just jumping on the horse almost made him bite his lip to endure.

Tyrell's cavalry swung into Stannis's army like a long whip, and the rout almost spread to the entire army after just a few encounters.

The mace hit Stannis's horse hard, and his center of gravity immediately disappeared. His arm hit the ground first, and then slipped. His whole body fell into the rain-soaked soil. The sticky soil stained the king's face, writing It was full of embarrassment, and if the blood stains on the chest and shoulders were added to it, it would be tragic.

A painful groan came from Stannis's mouth. He endured the pain and held the sword. He ignored the dripping rain and looked around with wide eyes.

Tyrell's cavalry surrounded him, spears pointed directly at his forehead.

"Lord Stannis," a strange voice came from behind the cavalry, but it sounded somewhat familiar.

Garlan Tyrell emerged from the cavalry before Stannis' eyes.

"I'm sorry for you. Respect from the Duke of Metz in Highgarden." Garland's voice still sounded young.