Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 145 The Little Dwarf's Great Abilities

"On your very first day as commander of the naval fleet, I need you to sink all your warships in the Blackwater Bay choke point, and then take stock of all your sailors and prepare to fight on the city walls."

Bronn had no objections; the imp gave him the money, so he did as he was told, and immediately turned and left the meeting room.

"That's my fleet!" Joffrey began to assert his presence again, as if afraid others wouldn't know he was the king.

"To be precise, more than half of Stannis's ships now belong to you, and his soldiers should be loyal to you, but that doesn't stop them from following Stannis and clamoring to pull you down from the Iron Throne."

Tyrion rested his chin on his hand and glared at Joffrey.

Upon hearing this, Joffrey plopped down in his chair. He swore he had never been so angry before his dwarf uncle came to King's Landing.

"Damn dwarf!" Joffrey thought.

After the meeting, Queen Cersei ordered all the Red Robes to retreat into the Red Keep, and then took Joffrey back with her, leaving all defense matters entirely to Tyrion.

Meanwhile, after the meeting, the Golden Robe Commander Genos also went to Flea Nest to pay a visit to the de facto commander-in-chief of the Golden Robe.

Genos couldn't understand why these two Targaryen minions were always holed up in this arena.

Of course, it's because this place is a mixed bag, so you can hide your identity without being discovered. Or is it because the soup here tastes good?

Although they didn't know what Genos was thinking, Lutie and Crescent Moon had decided from the beginning to stay in the flea nest and be sneaky, rarely going out.

Anyway, you can choose any of your sensory systems; let the flea nest stink as it may.

"You have to help me. The dwarf replaced the Lord of the Sea today, and the King... Joffrey's dog chopped off his head with his own hands. To be honest, I really don't want to end up like that."

Genos stood, while Lu Tie and Crescent sat, each slurping a bowl of mutton soup.

"Mmm, it smells so good..." the weightlifter exclaimed from time to time.

"Don't worry, don't forget, you still have tens of thousands of gold-robed men under your command, and he needs you," Crescent Moon said, raising her head nonchalantly.

"Who knows? That dwarf brought three thousand barbarians into the city, and he also has the fleet's sailors under his control. If he really wants to get rid of me, I don't believe the Golden Robe can stop them!"

Genos thought to himself, "What a joke! Don't I know what a golden robe looks like?"

"Besides, even if Tyrion behaves himself as his dwarf prime minister, what about Stannis's army? I heard there are seventy or one hundred thousand of them. Let's get going."

Seeing that the two were silent and only eating and drinking, Genos became somewhat anxious and said something.

"Go? Go where?" Lu Tie finally put down his bowl and turned to look at Genos.

"Of course we'll take a boat to Braavos! You promised me!" Genos said matter-of-factly.

Lu Tie and Crescent Moon exchanged a glance and tacitly gave Genos a critique: Idiot.

"Just do your job. Don't worry about Stannis. He can't break in. Go back to being the Commander-in-Chief of the Golden Robes."

The weightlifter immediately told him to leave.

At this moment, Genos's thoughts were no longer important. The entire Golden Robe was theirs, and they had long since changed their surname from Targaryen to Slytherin.

Genos was speechless and dared not act arrogantly towards the two people in front of him, so he could only turn around and leave.

"When exactly are we going to make our move?"

After An Gai took the person away, Yueya tapped the table, shifting her gaze from lifting weights back to the table, and asked.

"Brother Wei told us to hold back. To be honest, I have no confidence that those useless Gold Robes can break through the Red Fortress defended by a thousand Red Robes, let alone the three thousand barbarians who have come out of the city."

Most importantly, I worry that we're like the mantis stalking the cicada, while Stannis is right behind us.

Lifting weights, he raised his hand to signal the other person to calm down.

"I never expected Stannis to have mobilized nearly 100,000 troops to attack like this," Crescent Moon exclaimed.

"Hmph, me too. I never expected Joffrey's 30,000 troops to just disappear like that..." Lu Tie deeply agreed.

Crab Claw Peninsula.

"Oh my god, we've finally arrived."

The three players complained as they swung their longswords to clear away the tangled weeds in front of them.

Before the three could even admire the scenery of the new map, seven or eight "savages" wearing coarse cloth cloaks emerged from the woods, each wielding a wooden spear, and surrounded the three players.

"Where do you come from?"

The leader, "No Hair on the Mouth," reached out to stop his companion from drawing his sword. They weren't wearing any armor, and if the enemy threw a wooden spear at them, all three of them would be impaled.

Moreover, he hadn't forgotten why the three of them had come.

Under the other party's wary gaze, "No Hair on His Mouth" took out a folded flag from his pocket and unfolded it.

A black flag with three red dragons appeared in the "savages'" sight.

"This is...

""

"It's the banner of the Targaryens!"

"The dragon family has returned!"

One of the "wild men" excitedly recognized him.

"We are Targaryen messengers, sent by His Majesty Viserys. He says that his most loyal and valiant warriors reside on Crab Claw Peninsula!" said [Hairless] slowly.

"Are you sent by His Majesty Viserys?" the leading "savage" stepped forward and asked.

"That's right," said [Young and Ugly] frankly.

"I am from Browncave Mountain! Our lord is Benard Brun of House Brun! We are all model subjects of the Dragon Family!"

After receiving an affirmative answer, the "wild man" became even more excited and quickly patted his chest to show the three men his identity.

Through their conversation, the three players learned that these "savages" were actually subjects of the Bren family, and the leader was named "Leech".

"Then, Leech, can you take us to see Sir Bennard?" Seeing that the Targaryen's reputation was indeed as good as Viagra had said, [Young and inexperienced] immediately seized the opportunity.

"Of course!" the leech said, leaving it all to him.

The three players followed Leech and his group smoothly into the territory of Brown Cave Mountain.

Even if a hero were to emerge and rule the peninsula every three or more generations, it would only bring temporary peace; once he dies, everything would return to normal.

The leech enthusiastically introduced the local customs and culture to the three players.

"But don't worry, I believe many people are of the same mind when it comes to loyalty to the dragon. For example, Lord Bren's family has a son named Bren who fought alongside Prince Rhaegar. I personally saw Prince Rhaegar pat him on the shoulder!"

At this point, the leech proudly puffed out its chest.

"He's also my cousin!"