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Chapter 98: Kill the son, then behead the father!

The Iron Throne Fleet for this landing operation on the Iron Islands was composed of the Redwyn Fleet, the Royal Fleet, the Oldtown Fleet, and the remaining Lannister fleet.

After the destruction of the Iron Fleet, the other longships of the Iron Islands were powerless to stop this truly invincible fleet.

The large fleet roamed the waters surrounding the Iron Islands, and the small longships that tried to retaliate looked like comical children in front of the warships.

King Baron's men were forced back to Pike Island, where the Grand Fleet crushed the Iron Longships' resistance with sheer force.

The Iron Throne's fleet began to split up and land on the island to complete their respective combat missions.

The primary focus of the battle is Harlo Island, the island closest to the mainland.

Harlo Island is the second largest island after Great Wake Island, but it is the richest and most densely populated of all the islands.

Harlo Island is famous for its hairy Harlo ponies, which are widely used in the Iron Islands.

Harlow Island, Great Wake Island, Pike Island, and Oak Island are rich in lead, tin, and iron.

"Woo woo woo woo woo!" The battle horn sounded.

The catapults on Redwin's fleet began to fire down burning pitch barrels, setting the docks of Harlow Island ablaze.

Although the people of Harlo Island had built fortifications, according to Arthur's own observation, the number of combat personnel on Harlo Island was not large.

Perhaps Leader Rodrik was a sensible man and didn't want to shed any more blood.

Under the firepower suppression and transport of the Redwin fleet, Harlow Wharf was turned into a burning dock, and various lords, knights, and soldiers easily found a landing point.

The catapults at the bow and stern of the warship began to roar, and the unused asphalt-burning barrels from the naval battle were once again unleashed.

Some catapults dropped stones the size of a human face, which, upon impact, would directly smash the head and neck of the iron-type creature.

"Long live King Robert!"

"Long live Winterfell!"

"Long live the Eyrie!"

"Long live the bats!" Under the leadership of the vanguard, the soldiers began to bravely attack the Harlow family's fortifications.

On the fortifications, the sea monster flag and the sickle flag were fluttering, but they looked very pitiful.

"Kill them!" the red-robed monk shouted.

The red monk of Mil lived up to his reputation as Robert's drinking buddy; this fat monk was also incredibly fierce when it came to fighting.

The elite vanguard chosen by the vanguard generals cheered loudly and began to sweep the docks.

Soros teamed up with Big Bear, with the two of them acting as the central force in the attack, while Arthur and Sir Lynn each took a side.

"You on the left, me on the right?" Sir Lynn asked.

The Vale Knights he led were the elite of the Vale, all clad in armor, and the pride of the Vale.

These knights rode valley steeds, their lances at rest, only their robes revealing which family they belonged to.

Is it the Cobray family, the Erin family, or the Royce family, etc.?

"Okay!" Arthur nodded.

Arthur donned his bat-winged helmet, appearing on the battlefield like a ferocious demon god.

The clatter of the Flying Swallow No. 1 hooves sounded as the vanguard knights of the Riverlands stood behind Arthur.

It gathered elite knights from cities such as Sea Frontier City, Raventree City, and Harrenburg.

"The He'an family, ten thousand men united!" Arthur raised his longsword, and the knights following him began to flank the left side of the battlefield like a black hurricane.

"With one heart and one mind!" The first to move out were Arthur's retainers from the River Valley.

"Shoot! Shoot those people of the Green Lands!" the Ironborn roared in fury. "When we die, we will dance in the palace of the Drowned God."

It must be said that the Iron-type has a very high level of combat ability.

Ironborn have a penchant for plundering. A normal Ironborn, like Baron, would be exposed to war in the Stone Steps and disputed lands, which would result in them having a high level of individual combat skills.

Furthermore, the Iron race is superstitious and worships a murderous drowning god, which makes them extremely ferocious.

Unfortunately, Iron's individual qualities were insufficient to overcome the disadvantage in numbers and horses.

The Iron Islands do not produce warhorses or grazing horses, and the Iron race is also insufficient in number.

"shoot!"

Iron-clad longbows and crossbows began to fire arrows like raindrops.

If you get close, you'll also get the flying axe attack that the Iron type loves.

Some unlucky knights also fall into traps; it's normal for warhorses to stumble or knights to be hit by arrows. No war is without bloodshed.

Some unfortunate knights fell to the ground and were then killed in one-on-one combat when Ironbey pierced their visors.

Although the Iron Throne is formidable, the Iron Throne has dispatched its elite forces this time, along with the morale boost from victories such as the Battle of Seafront City and the Battle of Fairy Island. They will wear down the Iron Throne to the point of exhaustion.

With their numerical and cavalry superiority, the anti-bandit army nailed all the iron ore behind the fortifications to the fortifications.

"Kill!" Arthur brandished the Dark Messenger in his hand.

The Valyrian steel sword, dark and smoky, is indestructible.

In Arthur's hands, the Dark Messenger's sword moved like mercury spilling onto the ground, leaving the Ironborn nowhere to escape.

Arthur wielded his greatsword wildly, and with one strike, he sent Ironborn's arm and head flying off.

The battlefield on Harlo Island turned into a bloodbath.

The four vanguards were exceptionally fierce, and each of their swords was dripping with hot blood.

Valyrian steel is incredibly sharp and lighter than ordinary weapons.

Due to this characteristic, the Wagang Swordsman can kill for longer and consume less stamina than a regular knight.

The three—the bear wielding long claws, Lynn wielding the Empty Lady sword, and Soros holding the green flame sword—also performed admirably.

Arthur and Lynn are both highly skilled in swordsmanship, and the bear's appearance is as if he's on drugs.

Following the vanguard, King Robert charged forward, wielding his warhammer. Protected by Eddard, the White Knight, and his guards, no one could stop him.

The fortifications on Harlo Island were successfully breached under this relentless onslaught, and Ganta City was just ahead.

"What's that?" Just as the knights were organizing the harvest, Arthur suddenly heard the clatter of hooves. A cavalry unit rushed over from the hill not far behind the dock.

This raiding cavalry force looked somewhat comical, given their small numbers and limited effectiveness.

"They're coming towards me?" Arthur was puzzled; he had never heard of the Ironborn having cavalry.

Arthur thought this was normal; Harlo Island was the wealthiest, so organizing cavalry under such circumstances was to be expected.

But Harlo is already on his last legs, why should he come and die?

"Arthur Hoan, I'm going to kill you!" the leader of the Ironblood Knights roared.

He held a long sword and wore a black scythe-adorned robe, clearly of Harlo ethnicity.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked.

This person is definitely not a scholar; scholars wouldn't be this foolish.

"I am Sir Heracles' father, Sir Theo," the Ironblood Knight cursed.

"So you're that unfortunate man's father. Your son was poorly trained and got killed by me. You'd better get lost. Surrender on horseback now, and you might escape death," Arthur said coldly.

"My sword will not kill the old or the young!" Arthur repeated once again, but to no avail.

"And what about Nightfall?" Sir Theo asked.

"There is no Nightfall anymore, only the Dark Messenger now." Arthur revealed the Dark Messenger to Ironborn.

Sir Theo seemed to have been insulted, or perhaps he was enraged to see the man who killed his son, and he led his dozens of cavalrymen in a charge for the Long Lives.

Given the circumstances, Arthur didn't need to be polite.

"Old fool," Sir Lynn laughed. Now that the war was mostly over, he saw that the crazed Ironborn was courting death.

The swallow flew so fast it was astonishing.

This horse truly lives up to its reputation as the finest Highgarden warhorse; it cannot compare to the ordinary warhorses that Sir Theo bought.

Although Arthur's cavalry attacked later, thanks to their excellent nutrition and the high-quality alfalfa they carried, the explosive power of their horses was completely incomparable to that of the Ironborn.

"Give me back my son's life, give me back my sword!" Theo roared.

Unfortunately, Sir Theo's strength wasn't as tough as his words.

Arthur gripped the Dark Messenger tightly, its blade whistling as it swept towards Theo's blade.

Theo also knew that ordinary sword blades were not as good as steel when clashing, so he swept his sword back, and the blade made a sharp whistling sound in the air.

Arthur, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage, and the yellow horse neighed and galloped wildly.

Arthur's blade pressed down on Theo's longsword, and Theo hurriedly tried to defend himself, only to discover that his opponent possessed astonishing strength.

He suddenly pushed the sword with all his might, intending to grab his own dagger and stab someone, employing a suicide tactic of trading one life for another.

"I told you to surrender." Arthur retracted his longsword and then suddenly exerted force.

With a perfect upward slash from the Dark Messenger, Theo's sword-wielding hand flew completely into the air, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The arm flew up from the joint between the arm and shoulder, and even armor could not withstand it, after all, this was a powerful strike from the Wagang Sword.

"It's over!" Arthur struck again, the blade piercing Theo's mouth amidst his furious roar, ending his suffering.

Theo wasn't wearing a mask, so the Dark Messenger fed him directly into his mouth, piercing through his skull.

Arthur drew his longsword with practiced ease, and the old Ironborn's body crashed heavily to the ground.

Rosso rode forward, then dismounted and beheaded the old Ironborn.

Arthur couldn't help but sigh, thinking that this father was really brave, while Baron was a complete coward.

Even after his death, he became Arthur's spoils of war.

"What a ruthless sword, what a ruthless person!" Lynn Cobbley exclaimed.

He retracted his underestimation of Arthur's age; he was indeed a dangerously gifted swordsman.

This talent is like a warrior's personal selection.

"The Dark Knight, number one in Mikawa!"

"The Dark Knight, number one in Mikawa!"

The knights of the Riverlands cheered and shouted with thunderous joy.

Harlow Wharf was now completely pacified. Robert wiped his blood-stained hammer and, hearing the cheers, burst into laughter.

"Your Majesty, this is the head of Sir Theo, the father of Sir Horus, which I present to you!" Arthur rode up, dismounted, knelt, and offered the head to Robert.

The head, stained with blood and the color of soil, was actually just the head of a helpless and angry middle-aged man.

Arthur's yellow robe was stained with the colors of mud and blood.

The dried brown bloodstains on his yellow robe made him appear even more menacing.

A handsome and dashing young master from a prestigious family, and also a ruthless and violent swordsman, creating a stark contrast.

The knights of Sanhe surrounded Arthur, regarding him as the darling of Sanhe, the number one knight of Sanhe.

Among the listless Mikawa knights, an unparalleled knight truly emerged.

"Alright, I've never praised anyone for their talent, but you're definitely different, kid." Robert laughed heartily, telling the White Knight to put his head back down.

"Keep this poor head safe. Once we reach the Ten Towers, I will return their heads to the Ironborn," Robert ordered.

Robert is such a kind man, Arthur thought.

If Tywin Lannister were to appear, this head would simply remain in the warehouse and be used as a football.

"You are too cruel, Lord Arthur," Count Tethos couldn't help but say. "You killed the son, and then you killed the father!"

"Cruel? I take your criticism as a compliment, Lord Tethos. But when the Ironborn plundered the Three Rivers, and even His Majesty's Seven Kingdoms, I saw no mercy from them. Weren't those dead farmers, sailors, and fishermen human beings? Besides, I wasn't committing torture; I was acting in self-defense during battle!"

Arthur sneered, his eyes filled with the taste of blood and steel.

Arthur showed no mercy in mocking Tytus.

This old man really thinks he's something special.

He can ask around here to find out who the strongest knight in Mikawa is right now.

"Are you a coward? A wimp?" Count Genos Brecken, as expected, began to argue. "The vanguard is Lord Arthur, not you, you idiot. You could have easily gone into battle, but you didn't."

"That's right, this is war!" Earl Jason chimed in, seemingly unconcerned.

Is this Thales a saint with a brain?

"Count Tethos, this is a provocation against the River House!" Arthur's two henchmen jumped out.

Lucas Jr. and Verri looked very angry; they were ready to fight right there and then.

"Alright, alright, this is war, no need to argue. Arthur is a hero. As for the Horaces, it's their own tragedy. I don't think Baron loves his son that much," Robert said sarcastically.

"Hahahaha!" This sparked laughter from the crowd.

As Tytus looked at the center of the crowd, at Arthur, whom people called the darling of the Three Rivers, he finally understood why he was afraid.

The order of a kingdom should be stable.

It is precisely people like Arthur, who come from a high-ranking family, are ruthless, and have a large following, who are most likely to be the source of chaos.

Unfortunately, no one was willing to listen to him; they just treated him like an old fool.

"The praise and laughter you offer to this young man today will one day strangle yourselves."

Count Tettos thought dejectedly that he too had lost his voice in the war.