Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 140 I brought the Golden Dragon to accompany you out for fun, and you actually told me you wanted to go home!

"Charge, charge! If you can reach Yang Liulang, you'll be drinking rice gruel!"

"The one on the left is mine. I want his gear to upgrade my soldiers' equipment. Anyone who tries to take it from me, I'll fight them!"

"Wow, I want your skull as a wine bowl!"

"What queue formations! What flanking maneuvers! We veteran Mount & Blade players always just charge in!"

Like hungry wolves, thousands of players roared and carved their way into the Unsullied's battle formation.

The Unsullied calmly thrust out their spears, stabbing and piercing down players one by one. But the players, fearless of death, charged forward like an army of ghouls, rushing into the gaps created by the Unsullied.

Despite being breached countless times by the players' fierce attacks, the two thousand Immaculate Warriors fought to the death, sacrificing their lives to allow the players to log off and rest.

"kill!"

In the midst of the tense standoff, the Golden Company's war elephants and knights charged out from behind the Unsullied, and the mere two thousand lightly armed spearmen were suddenly caught in a pincer attack.

Even if the Immaculate Ones were elite, their two thousand men were now caught in a pincer attack. Their communication with their units was quickly severed, and they were divided and surrounded, suffering attacks from enemies several times, even ten times, their numbers.

Tristan Rivers of the Golden Company was covered in blood, his longsword almost chipped from the fighting. After he killed an Unsullied, he ran into a player who was in a bloodthirsty frenzy. Before he could even say hello, the other player grabbed an axe and swung it at his head.

"Splitting his forehead!"

The player roared.

Tristan Rivers, who held a prominent position among the core members of the Golden Company, narrowly escaped a fatal blow, even though he was caught off guard by the opponent's attack.

"Wait a minute! I'm from the Golden Company, and I'm also His Majesty's man!"

Seeing that the other party had put away his axe and was charging at him again while shouting "Little devil picking his teeth" or something, Tristan Rivers didn't dare to play the riddle-maker and quickly revealed his identity.

"Ah, so it's the Golden Team! I almost mistook them for someone else!"

The players themselves may not know, but Visser certainly does; they informed all players before the war that the Golden Gang was an inside agent.

If the tens of thousands of soldiers in the Golden Army are wiped out by the players in their frenzy, Visser will have nowhere to turn for help.

The two thousand Unsullied fought desperately, and although they managed to take many players offline, they also inflicted some casualties on the Golden Company and Targaryen soldiers who later attacked.

But their desperate struggle was clearly no match for the complete rout of the Three Cities Alliance army.

"Waaah~"

"Kill them!"

With tens of thousands of enemy troops fleeing in disarray right before his eyes, Gillo, as the cavalry commander, certainly wouldn't let go of this golden opportunity to rack up kills. The Decisive Hammer, originally intended as a backup plan by Visser, now went berserk, attempting to overtake his allies and catch up with the enemy.

More than two thousand cavalrymen roared in from the flank of the battlefield, cutting into the ranks of the defeated soldiers and slaughtering them.

The Dothraki warriors, who had once been so badly beaten that they questioned their existence, have regained their confidence.

It turns out it wasn't that we were too weak, but that Wang Jun was too strong!

"Kill them!"

A... no, a battle akin to an armed march, where Dothraki warriors, having rediscovered themselves, wielded their Arak scimitars and relentlessly seized the heads of fleeing enemy soldiers.

Taichu rode on his camel, looking back at the routed soldiers covering the mountains and plains with a face full of despair. They would rather race with their comrades than turn around and fight the enemy.

What kind of army is this?!

In his despair, Taichu, a man in his thirties, actually managed to squeeze out a few tears.

The guards who had been protecting him stopped caring when they saw him dawdling around. They abandoned the heartbroken Taichu and fled for their lives.

"Damn it, what an idiot! I'm not serving you anymore!" This probably best describes the true feelings of these guards.

Taichu, who was left standing there, did not even think about running away. He had already gambled everything; he had staked everything on the Golden Company.

He thought they were the final force to fight, but they turned against him at the last minute. It's a testament to Tai Chu's strong mental fortitude that he didn't spit out blood in anger.

"Sir, would you like to get down yourself, or should we pull you down?"

Franklin Fogh, a member of the Golden Company, surrounded Taichu with a group of soldiers. Franklin, a big man, looked at Taichu, who was ashen-faced, with great interest.

"You have betrayed money! Aren't you supposed to be true to your word?!" Taichu's face finally changed. He glared angrily at the traitors, roaring and howling.

"Hmm, sometimes, going home is more important than anything else. Lord Tychu, just like you, aren't you also crazy about going back to the Iron Vault?" Franklin said nonchalantly.

"Is that the same thing?! I spent a tenth of the Iron Treasury's gold dragon to play with you! And in the end, you're telling me you want to go home!"

You go back to your *****! Taichu fell off the camel, struggled to get up, and tried to strangle the big guy in front of him.

But Franklin simply waved his hand, and he was pinned to the ground, unable to move.

"Sir, I need to correct you. We were playing along with you, and now that the game is over, it's time for you to lose your head." Franklin slapped Taichu's face with his large, fan-like hand in a humiliating manner, and said in a low voice.

"Take him away and use Lord Taichu to exchange for the Golden Dragon with His Majesty!"

Ignoring Taichu's murderous glare, Franklin straightened up and waved to the soldiers around him.

The entire army of 50,000 fled in disarray, the Golden Legion defected, Techu was captured, and the three commanders of the three city-states, including the commander from Myr, were dragged to death by Dothraki cavalry with ropes.

The commander from Tyros was dragged off his horse by his soldiers while fleeing, and was then hacked to pieces by the pursuing players. The commander from Ries was trampled into a meat patty by the elephants of the Golden Company. In short, none of them met a good end.

This game of chase and pursuit continued from dawn until sunset.

The game ends when the Targaryen have beheaded 18,000 enemy soldiers, captured 4,000, and no one else escaped.

Now that the three city-states, whose 50,000-strong army had vanished like ashes, what could they possibly use to resist the true dragon Viserys, whose army was virtually unscathed?

Inside Viser's camp, the core members of the Golden Company stepped into their tents with trepidation.

Harry was the most uneasy of all. He knew that Viserys would not allow him to continue commanding an army of tens of thousands of men. Although he could go home, he was very worried about the bleak future.

"The ten thousand warriors of the Golden Legion, from this day forward, are willing to be the sharpest spear in His Majesty's hand! Following the True Dragon! Wherever the dragon's flames reach, the Golden Legion will be at the forefront!"

Harry and a dozen other core members knelt down on one knee, offering their swords to demonstrate their loyalty.

"Dragons have sharp teeth and claws, but what makes them powerful is the wings on their backs. Today, my wings have finally been installed on my back!"

Viserys personally helped Harry up, putting Harry and the core members of the Golden Company behind him at ease...