Chapter 1118: Initiative

"Mr. Stark, are you leaving?"

Oliska, at the gate of a manor, Howson stood beside an unmarked carriage. The window of the carriage was opened, and Stark's perfect profile appeared in the first prince's eyes. He showed a meaningful smile: "Staying in the imperial capital will not fulfill my promise to you, Your Royal Highness. My departure is precisely to fulfill my promise. Of course, please don't forget that you have promised what."

"You can rest assured about this, as long as..."

Stark raised his hand and didn't let Howson finish his sentence: "That's it, I'm sorry to have to borrow Mr. Diego from you, I found him very suitable as a groom."

Howson looked at Diego on the throne, and said calmly, "It's his honor."

The corner of Diego's mouth twitched, and finally buried his head. Stark's voice sounded in the car: "Let's go."

The carriage gradually moved away from Howson's sight and left Oliska along the King's Avenue. Because of Howson's warrant, the guards at the city gate didn't check carefully, and they didn't know who was sitting in the carriage. When he was walking on the grassland outside the city, Diego cleared his throat and asked, "Master Stark, where are we going?"

"Lonely Mountain Ice Field, Flame Castle."

"Going to Flame Castle?" Diego asked in surprise, "Is there a war going on there?"

"Earl Allen is there, so I'll go there. Besides, there is another important thing to do besides this." After saying this, there was no more sound in the carriage. Knowing that he would not answer any more questions, Diego could only shrug his shoulders and spur the horse to pull the cart towards the Lonely Mountain Ice Field. While he was on the throne, Diego remembered what Stark had said to him last night.

"Tell me all about Ellen."

Diego didn't know why this man was staring at Allen, but he knew very well that no matter who was being targeted by him, it was a misfortune. This Stark is at least at the level of the ten saints, or at the level of the great admiral of the Shadow Principality. And from his words, Diego couldn't tell that he had any kindness towards Allen.

He was a little gloating, but he couldn't be happy. After all, Stark at least sees Allen as a target, and he? Can only do things that a groom will do!

In the carriage, Stark slowly closed his eyes, he was careful not to touch the natural disaster circuit, because he didn't want to be noticed by Allen too early. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened, Stark tried his best to restrain himself, so he didn't break out of the car and rushed to the Fort of Flames at full speed.

Now is not the time.

back to the palace,

When Howson came to King's Landing Hall, he was stopped by the chief servant in front of Tangliou, just as he expected before coming. The head housekeeper gently stopped Hao Sen's eyes with his hand patting the foundation, with a smile on his face. Howson snorted: "Is the father's injury still not healed?"

"Gods above, how I wish I could be hurt instead of His Majesty. But unfortunately, the gods never gave me this chance. So yes, Your Highness, Your Majesty still needs to recuperate, you'd better not disturb him." When the head waiter smiled, he always gave people the feeling that he was not smiling, and at this moment, it was like wearing a personal leather mask on his face.

Howson didn't like the manager since he was sensible, but Tangliou trusted him very much. So he blocked the way, and Hao Sen didn't dare to force his way, but he still said unwillingly: "It's been so many days, with the ability of my father, what kind of injury can make him rest for so long! Or is my father not here at all?" In King's Landing Palace?"

The head servant let out a series of laughter like a rooster crowing, he giggled and said: "My dear little prince, the ones who hurt His Majesty were Rebion the Chaos and Mason the Sword Lord. I'm afraid you won't even have a chance to recuperate. If you have any questions, why don't you ask His Majesty for advice, and I won't stop you, but don't blame me for not reminding you, the emperor is not in a very good mood right now."

He turned sideways, giving way to the passage leading to the depths of the palace. Howson squinted his eyes, stared at the passage for a long time, and finally decided not to gamble: "Say hello to my father for me."

"It must be brought."

Howson gave him a disgusted look, turned and left.

He returned to his palace, and suddenly found that the palace was deserted like never before. Before Spring Hunt, it was full of loyalists who were rough, loud-talking, and drinking. But at least it brought vitality to the palace. At that time, he also knew what he was going to do and how to take the next step. but now? Except for Diego, the others either died or left, and the woman from the Lion Army was also sent back to him. With Stark as a top powerhouse, what do ordinary military elites do?

But in this way, Howson was a little confused. Stark promised him that he would help him become the crown prince, and even the new king of Balegon. When the time comes, Howson must promise him one thing in return. But Stark didn't say anything, only that Howson would know when the time came. Howson's goal has not changed, but now he can clearly feel that the initiative has passed from him to Stark's hands.

He had no idea what that man was going to do, what he was going to do. He could only passively wait in the palace, waiting was not Howson's style, but at this moment he was helpless.

"Maybe, I dare not recruit a guy who can't be controlled." Howson thought, but at that time, did he have a choice?

He has no choice.

Either cooperate with Stark or die.

Howson still wants to live, and try to live as long as possible.

In the palace, there was a soft sigh.

The drums of war sounded in this wasteland, heavy and full of power. The earth seemed to be shaking slightly, that's because it couldn't bear the weight of this torrent of steel flowing through its body. The strong warrior in armor strode forward at a nearly one-stop pace, his eyes under the helmet looked straight ahead, and the sword on his body whispered like a cry for blood.

The bright sun at noon refracted a dazzling halo on the armor, and the golden lions embroidered with gold thread roared silently on the flag. The wind was blowing the flag, and the golden thread radiated the brilliance of flames in the sun. Crowds of soldiers advanced in rows. They didn't make any sound, and the momentum of the march was enough to shock the enemy.

When Woodrick's hand was raised, the army stopped. Thousands of people stopped in unison, and the scene itself was full of shock. Woodrick squinted his eyes and looked forward. Behind a deserted stone field was an army of about two thousand. It's just that the army's flags are different colors, and the armor is blue and red, which looks messy. Compared with the Imperial Army, the difference is not a little bit. Behind the army is the town wall, which is already four or five meters high, and has arrow towers, and behind it is farmland and the vague outline of the town.

Looking across, Woodrick shouted, "Where is Mason!"

On the opposite side of the enemy line was a cavalry. The knight on horseback had gorgeous armor, brightly colored cloak, and even had brightly colored feathers on his helmet. He looked arrogant, and responded loudly: "Master Mason is waiting for you at the Castle of Flames, of course, the premise is that you can reach the castle."

Woodrick nodded: "Okay, then now I will give you a chance to surrender, disarm and survive!"

"Disarm and survive!"

The Dragon Army soldiers in the rear echoed in rows, and the sound was overwhelming.

The enemy knight's face was a bit ugly, but he still pulled out his sword and swung it forward suddenly: "Kill!" He used action instead of answering, and the horse's hooves sounded loudly behind him, and a tall horse carried a knight wrapped in heavy armor across the road. The commander was killed, and then more knights passed him left and right. The enemy army took the lead in charging, and the colorful armor refracted the sunlight, like a turbid current rolling.

Woodrick was not surprised at all, he raised his hand, and the giant sword ran into the general's hand with an angry cry. The ice crystals on the ice lit up from the inside out, and a column of icy wind rushed from the edge of the giant sword in an instant, becoming an extremely eye-catching signal. Seeing this icy wind, all the knights of the dragon army pulled down their helmet visors, and Woodrick drew down his giant sword forcefully. The ice wind rushed forward, and the general roared: "Charge!"

All the knights of the dragon army clamped their horses' bellies, drew out their sabers, picked up their spears, and passed by Woodrick's side. The general also rode his horse and galloped, and after a few sprints he was far ahead, leading the knight behind him to meet the enemy. The knights of the dragon army are all cloaked better than snow, and they look like a mountain avalanche from a distance, a line of snow tide rushing down from the top of the mountain. The momentum of the collective charge of the two thousand dragon army knights would be suffocating just by looking at it.

Allen's chest rose and fell. Before that, the only scene he had seen a large-scale cavalry group charge was when the Unicorn Cavalry was defeated. But at that time, the Unicorn Cavalry Regiment only had about 500 people, but now, the cavalry on both sides together is close to 4,000. With the vast wasteland as the background, the cavalry on both sides is like two steel floods gathering towards the middle distance. Its magnificence cannot be described in words.

Soon, the two wave crests met in the middle.

The moment they met was the clash of steel and the clash of swords. When Hong Feng met across the board, countless waves of death exploded immediately. It's just that Ma Sen's side is a miscellaneous army after all, with commendable courage, and no matter whether it is combat power, equipment, or even the quality of individual soldiers, it is not comparable to the dragon army. After the first collision, the turbid roll on the opposite side fell down, and the turbulent snow line of the giant dragon army continued to deepen, as if more than a dozen soldiers were protruding out to penetrate the enemy formation.

At this time, the sound of cannons was long overdue.

The artillery from both sides began to bombard each other, and the shells whistled sharply in mid-air, pulling flames and falling towards their respective positions. Cannon fire and gunpowder smoke made the sun look pale, and the fireballs from shell explosions became the eye-catching colors on the battlefield. At this time, the advantages of the number of strong players on both sides began to be reflected. Those idle officers in the dragon army also have the strength of 17 or 18 ranks. They are divided into the whole army. Once the shells fall, they will take action to intercept them and directly detonate the shells in mid-air. Therefore, the advancement of the knights of the dragon army will be affected. not big.

The number of strong men on Mason's side was obviously less, and many shells fell into the turbid current, blasting out fireballs. But seeing the flames of source power shot by those strong men, Allen knew that it was time for him to act.