"Freedom!" "Freedom!" A river of silver Longspears appeared on the ground, and the Unsullied, having formed their ranks, immediately turned around.
"Freedom!" "Freedom!" The Unsullied responded loudly, understanding the weight of this word.
The fingers of the harpy had shattered, like invisible shackles on their bodies. A single face, ten faces, thousands of faces showed a determined expression: freedom.
The slave masterss of Astapor wailed, fled, even begged and cried, but the air was filled with fire and spears. The Unsullied phalanx crushed the remaining slave masterss and guards of Astapor, and the Unsullied delivered death to the people of Astapor.
"Advance." The Unsullied roared forward, discarding the banners of the harpy and seizing a golden quartered war banner from the ground. Under the command of a spiked helmeted leader, the silver river charged towards their former allies. The Unsullied's spear formation fiercely attacked the Volantene Citizen Legions and the Iron Legion of New Ghis, like a colossal wave sweeping across the land.
"Is this a battlefield?" Tyene's eyes widened as she saw Gendry leap onto his horse and crack his whip, saw him invincible, saw him looking down upon the world. He was a golden flash on the battlefield, and a golden storm.
"This is war. Has the War of Fire arrived? It's earlier than I expected. But Volantis, Volantis, slavery will ultimately be destroyed." The Red Priestess murmured, "Is this the ability of the Unchosen?"
"Run!" The Volantene, Lysene, and New Ghis Iron Legions in the enemy's center all collapsed; the Unsullied had turned coat. And the mercenary companies and slave soldiers from Yunkai on both flanks also intended to flee. The battlefield immediately became a chaotic mess, with everyone wishing they had more legs. The Mercenaries didn't work hard, but they had a good eye for escape.
Elephants knelt in the mud, tar pots and fire driving them mad, followed by the Longbowmen's arrows. The Elephants and horses wailed.
"The Unsullied have surrendered!"
"The Unsullied have surrendered!"
"The enemy is defeated!"
"The enemy is defeated!" A thunderous roar rose from the Stormlands' camp, all voices coalescing into a single river, a single sound. "Long live the Storm!!"
The Stormlands Legion's formation exploded forward. The Stormlands infantry endured fatigue and pain, the fruits of victory awaiting them ahead. Behind the shield wall, the Free Army and Wolfpack Army infantry, and even their own Unsullied (obtained Across the Narrow Sea, after defeating the Dothraki Khal) also emerged. To ensure the stability of the shield wall, Gendry had also arranged reserves behind it, ensuring nothing was left to chance. Although the shield wall was on the verge of collapse earlier, he still had reserves.
"Kill!" Lord Karren personally waved the golden war banner, a Field of Fire.
The Stormlands taxi soldiers beat their shields, wielding longswords or axes, and warhammers, pressing forward in conjunction with the Knights of the Vale who had burst out, coupled with Lothor's flanking mainstream cavalry, and the Unsullied who had turned coat on the central flank. The Volantene Citizen Legions and the Iron Legion of New Ghis instantly became a single ship in a vast ocean.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" The Unsullied of Astapor furiously raised their Longspears, then their formation twisted towards the nearest New Ghis army.
The Iron Legion of New Ghis could only be considered a low-tier version of the Unsullied, composed of citizens who had served for three years. Moreover, they were almost exhausted from breaking through muddy ground and clashing with shield walls, while the Unsullied's ability to endure pain far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers.
"Harpy!" Spears grazed the Unsullied's bodies, leaving deep scars on their faces, but the Unsullied did not flinch. Only by injuring their heads or hearts could the Unsullied be truly defeated. The Unsullied held their ground against New Ghis's pirated spear formation, engaging in a furious slaughter within it. A jungle of spears and a jungle of shortswords attacked each other.
"I surrender! I surrender!" The New Ghis people were ultimately not true Unsullied; the morale of these citizen soldiers completely collapsed. The Unsullied's spear formation was like a merciless razor, completely flattening the New Ghis army. The banners of the harpy were thrown to the ground and fiercely trampled by the Unsullied.
"Wuwuwuwu!" At this moment, horns blared, and blue-and-white and golden banners swept out from the jungle. The Knights of the Vale, carrying twelve-foot Longspears, charged out of the jungle. The crabfeeders men infantry shouted as they wielded battle-axes, greatswords, warhammers, or iron rods. They had waited long for this moment of honor.
"Surrender or die!" Bronze Yohn shouted, and the Knight of the Blue Robe cut into the battlefield like a whirlwind.
Like meat on a chopping block, the Iron Hammer and anvil continuously ground, wearing down the Volantene allied forces. The falling taxi soldiers were like falling wheat. Warhorses trampled over soldiers, and the Knights of the Vale used Longspears to directly throw Volantenes into the air.
"The Liberator! The Liberator!"
"The savior! The savior! lightbringer has appeared, the savior spoken of by the red god has appeared!"
"Gendry the Liberator, breaker of chains, the savior!" The Volantene Tiger Cloaks slave soldiers also became agitated, dropping their weapons and beginning to scatter or surrender. Volantis had indeed once been a power, but it was also a millennia-old city-state, complacent in peace since its defeat four hundred years ago.
"This! The waste of Astapor, and these Volantene slaves." Marajo felt his eyes were about to explode, as if he had aged several years.
The Unsullied of Astapor phalanx was the most resilient, yet these slave masterss insisted on commanding them themselves, seeking the glory of killing the storm and The Liberator, only to end in utter defeat. As for the Tiger Cloaks, he had already mixed them with citizen armies to hold the line, but when the front collapsed, the Tiger Cloaks still disbanded in the chaos.
"My lord, perhaps we should leave." Marajo's adjutant asked anxiously.
"Leave? How?" Marajo pointed to the Volantene fleet behind them. "If I'm not mistaken, the slaves on those ships are also rebelling. Volantis, Volantis's last chance, I didn't expect it to fail after all. No, I haven't lost yet."
"And the Red Priests, those bastards!" Marajo drew his sword, pointing it towards the distant river. Stannis's warships again appeared on the sea, responding to the Volantene fleet. On Stannis's warships, even a Red Priest, burning like fire, appeared.
The Volantene fleet was changing color; the slaves, the children of the red god, were impatiently beginning to slaughter the Volantene officers and soldiers on the ships.
"How about we surrender, I can offer some ransom, my lord." The Commander of Meereen, the noble Hizdahr zo Loraq, whispered.
"Shut up! I know you still have a New Ghis legion and some gladiators. Send them all in!" Marajo erupted in anger, his longsword pointing at the Meereenese's throat.
"Yes, sir!"
The wailing horns sounded again, and Marajo's main camp also stirred, beginning its final charge, the true fight to the death.
"All cavalry, charge with me! Kill Marajo!" Gendry leaped onto his horse and cracked his whip, pointing directly at Marajo's camp beyond the field and across the road. Marajo still held the last of the Volantene reserves, the Meereenese pit fighters. Marajo's main camp had not yet collapsed, truly worthy of an old Magistrate of the Tiger Party.
Gendry no longer looked back at the collapsing Volantene army; there was no need to. The Stormlands army, the subsequent Unsullied reserves, the Unsullied of Astapor, and the armies of Claw Peninsula and the Vale were enough to decide the victory. If they couldn't win even with this, Lord Karren and the others could throw themselves into the river. He was going to pluck the sweetest fruit.
"Charge with me!" Gendry wielded his mighty warhammer, and the Gold Cloaks cavalry and the Knights of the Stormlands also galloped forward. Only the enemy's last stronghold, Marajo's main force, remained.
"Kill, kill Marajo!" The cries from the riverside turned into a furious cheer. The decisive battle that would determine the fate of two city-states erupted in an inconspicuous moment.
"Mercy!" Gendry was the first to catch up with the fleeing Yunkai forces, a squad of strangely shaped Yunkai slave soldiers.
"little pigeon" Pahlaz zo Mylaq's Heron Army immediately fell into despair. These soldiers were specially arranged by slave masterss, composed of seven-to-eight-foot-tall slaves, whose combat effectiveness was quite loose: the stilt soldiers, bedecked in pink scales and feathers, were like cranes among chickens, but at this moment they were dizzy and disoriented by the sun.
The golden-clad black horse, like a golden shuttle through a forest, crashed through the ranks. Where Gendry's warhammer struck, the taxi soldiers wearing iron-beaked helmets fell in swathes like stalks of wheat. Many Heron Army taxi soldiers had already thrown down their weapons and knelt directly on the ground. Some Yunkai slave soldiers were even chained together in groups of ten, so when they surrendered, they all sat together, like a long string.
When little pigeon Pahlaz accidentally tripped over the tassels of his bird armor, he cried, "I surrender, I have ransom, my lord."
Gendry didn't bother to say more to little pigeon; his warhammer whistled. A dull thud splattered a mist of blood, staining the Knight's shining armor.
Next were the Toleros slingers and Qarth crossbowmen, who dropped their weapons and knelt smoothly on the ground, escaping death.
"Wuwuwu!" Marajo's main camp also stirred, and Marajo's taxi soldiers crossed the muddy ground, intending to clash head-on with Gendry's army.
This time, the Longbowmen surprisingly did not draw their bows, but watched as Volantis's reinforcements charged forward.
"Long live the Storm!!" The Knights moved with Gendry, the Gold Cloaks seeming to transform into a flowing flame.
Golden flames burned, as if incinerating the entire field, a Field of Fire.
Gendry charged forward, shouting; Knights were razors for harvesting wheat, and Gendry was the sharpest blade.
"Stormcrow soaring." The Stormcrow Company initially cheered.
"Surrender! We surrender!" But the lagging Stormcrow Company came to their senses and immediately prepared to wave their banners in surrender.
However, their speed of surrender could not keep up with the enemy's speed of slaughter; the golden flash advanced too quickly.
"Drop your weapons, take off your armor, quickly!" Gendry swept past the Stormcrow Company's ranks, and he saw Daario, the most flamboyant among them.
Daario was somewhat unwilling; he knew the city-state would be destroyed by The Liberator.
"Yes, Commander! We surrender." The Stormcrow Company's Commander had not yet managed to act, speaking haltingly.
The three Commanders seemed to have three different opinions: to fight, to surrender, or...
Three Commanders, like three machines.
"Too slow! I said now." Gendry's meteor hammer rose and fell, and the somewhat hesitant Daario hastily raised his weapons to resist.
The Tyroshi man had a dothraki arakh on his left, and a Myr rapier on his right.
Their handles were a matching pair of nude golden female figures.
Daario was truly easy to recognize; he had trimmed his beard into three pointed forks, dyed blue, matching the color of his eyes and his curly hair that reached his neck.
His pointed mustache was dyed gold, and he had a large hooked nose.
He was slender, smooth-faced, elegantly dressed, and had a gold tooth.
"Bang!" The warhorse wailed, Daario raised his weapon, but only saw the tail end of the warhammer whistling past.
Daario's head was directly smashed, that beautiful, flashy head.
This handsome Tyroshi man.
All the soldiers of the Stormcrow Company rolled onto the ground, throwing away their swords and shields, and the two Commanders immediately knelt.
Dropping their weapons, the shadow of death was truly terrifying.
Daario, the strongest among them, was torn apart like paper.
The Ragged Prince of the Windblown saw it all clearly, this bloody, terrifying storm.
The Ragged Prince spoke softly, with mournful eyes and huge bags under them.
His hair and armor were silver-grey, but his cloak was sewn from different colored fabrics.
"Everyone, turn your horses around and go kill Marajo!" the Ragged Prince shouted; it was too late to surrender now, they could only switch sides and fight.
The other Mercenaries also came to their senses, raised their weapons, and charged towards Marajo's main camp.
Even with the citizen armies of New Ghis and Volantis, they had no choice; retreating meant death.
The battlefield became the sum of scorching warfare, all men and horses colliding together.
When all forces converged into one point, the flames of war suddenly erupted.
"Kill!" Gendry's broad and powerful hand swung his meteor hammer, its fierce power concentrated at one point, flesh collapsing, heads shattering.
Ser Barristan followed closely behind him, feeling still a bit shaken; the young man's killing was too wild, reminding him of Robert at the Trident River.
"Long live the Storm!!" The Stormlands Knights, Vale cavalry, and Claw Peninsula cavalry, like proud Stags, trampled Volantis's last dignity, crushing it into the mud.
Twelve-foot Longspears danced, taking the lives of soldiers.
And the death brought by battle axes and meteor hammers was even more terrifying, a spray of heads, brains, and blood.
The remaining Mercenaries also turned their allegiance under the leadership of the Windblown.
A golden river swept over everything; Marajo gathered his last taxi soldiers together, forming a massive mass: the reserves of Volantis, the reserves of New Ghis, and the fighters of Yunkai and Meereen.
But these forces were worn down and destroyed in the golden tide; the will of the red god protected Gendry, not them, and the Volantenes no longer had much will to fight.
Until Gendry directly faced the last old man, Marajo.
Marajo's body had also been struck by a sword, left by a fleeing Lysene slave masters swordsman, blood staining his sleeve.
Of course, this person was also killed, falling beside Marajo's guards.
"I lost," Marajo said.
He was very old and toothless, but he was also a famous Tiger.
Marajo wore a beautiful golden armor and a tiger skin cloak.
The Magistrate's Unsullied stood blankly in place, silently dropping their weapons and kneeling before Gendry.
"From now on, you are also free," Gendry said to the Unsullied of Volantis.
"I hoped to die by your hand.
I never thought such a noble person, of the ancient Valyria bloodline, would ultimately die by the hand of a slave," Marajo said.
"You kill me, let me die by the hand of the greatest warrior.
It is said that Baratheon is a combination of a god and the bastard of a Dragon King; you kill me, this is also my honor."
"Why take such a risk?" Gendry asked Marajo.
"You treated me as a Child, yet today you lost to me."
"There was no choice; it seems what heaven wills, human power cannot stop, just like The Conqueror back then.
Volantis lost its rivers, lost its colonies, and only slavery remained, and you want to liberate the three cities.
Slaves are our foundation; Volantis had no choice.
Moreover, you have a trump card, don't you? You have dragons, don't you?
If you are allowed to continue to exist, the entire city-state, the entire world will be trampled by you." Marajo gave a bitter smile, his wounds stirring his pain.
"Who said that, the quartesi people?" Gendry asked.
These quartesi people, after all, needed to be dealt with properly.
"Yes," Marajo shook his head.
"Not just them; besides them, there are also the Red Priests who defected."
"The Red Priest, so this is why you came with the wind, isn't it?" Ser Barristan angrily rebuked.
"He, he ran away.
But you will meet again." Marajo looked at the two, his face growing paler and paler, life slowly ebbing away.
"Be careful, be careful of Braavos, be careful of the Warlocks of Qarth.
Dragons and Sea Kings are enemies; Warlocks covet dragon magic.
Braavos, Braavos will not let you become a true emperor... defeat, defeat Braavos, become, become the unique Conqueror.
You are younger than Aegon, and more cunning than Aegon.
You, I think you... can." Marajo looked at Gendry, a dying man.
"Don't let them off easily, crush Braavos, crush Qarth." A relieved smile appeared on Marajo's pale face.
"Rebuild the Valyria Empire, remember the emperor's crown.
It used to be Volantis's fantasy, but Volantis was never the Dragon King."
"Thank you.
It is none other than I, the Storm, the Dragon King, The Liberator himself, who kills you." Gendry swung orphan-maker, its dark, smoky blade sweeping across Marajo's body.
The Tiger's head fell to the ground; there was no more Marajo in the world.
"Long live the Storm!!"
"Long live!" Cheers on the battlefield rose and fell, a great victory, a bloody victory, but also a beautiful victory.
Tyrion joined the battle with great concentration, but heard the roaring sound of mountains and seas from afar.
Field of Fire, it seemed like the sound of Marajo's complete demise.
Tyrion's mouth fell open, his heart sinking to the bottom... "Where is Prince Gendry?" Garlan Tyrell, clad in a green robe and green armor, asked in confusion.
Behind him was a group of House Tyrell's green Knights.
Garlan's robe also bore two golden roses.
By the time they arrived, the battlefield had already turned into a one-sided rout.
"Over there, Ser Garlan.
Prince Gendry has killed the Commanders of Meereen, Astapor, and Yunkai." Lord Karren pointed to the golden whirlwind in front, looking at Garlan with a strange expression.
He was truly a bit exhausted; guarding the shield wall and direct combat had consumed a huge amount of his strength, and The Nightingale on his body was stained with blood.
"Prince Gendry is chasing Marajo to kill him; if you go now, you might still see old Marajo's head."
"This..." Garlan's face was very grim; they had joined the battle too late, and it seemed difficult to claim battle merits now.
"Knights of Highgarden, charge with me!" Garlan gritted his teeth and, despite his embarrassment, charged forward.
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