Two confident and robust black-armored standard-bearers galloped ahead, holding golden battle banners high at Gulltown's dock. They were warriors of the storm, among the strongest fighters in the known world.
The golden battle banners swayed in the wind like burning golden flames, with the proud Stag, the Three Dragons, the Wolf Pack, and the Free Folk on them seemingly coming alive, fluttering on the banners.
Hooves clattered, the storm had arrived.
Gendry "the Storm" rode forward, with the Kingsguard "the Dauntless" Barristan and the Attendant "Marksman" Anguy close by his sides.
Gendry's gaze swept over Littlefinger's cronies who had been brought under control, his eyes as deep as the blue ocean. Littlefinger's minions knelt on the ground, then were escorted one by one to the roadside. These people dared not even look up at him, fearing the punishment of being impaled by a Longspear.
The clang of swords at Gulltown's dock quickly subsided, as the taxi soldiers of Gulltown's three Lords had completely suppressed the situation. The bloodstains of the dead rebels remained, having extinguished the last courage of the traitors.
The Longspear piercing the sun was nothing short of a magnificent, ardent, and opportune performance. Without courage, one cannot awe the world; without wisdom, one cannot govern the world. This is also the so-called gaining the world on horseback, but not being able to govern it on horseback.
However, the general trend of climate change was not something Gendry could reverse for now; under the long winter, hunger and war would be the prolonged melody.
Gendry rode swiftly forward, his horse passing the unfortunate traitor he had impaled. The lance directly pierced the man's body, then plunged deeply into the gap between the white flagstones, the deceased resembling a fat roasted bird skewered.
The sun-piercing Longspear, such was the bloody and heroic image.
Gendry did not spare another glance for the sun-piercing Longspear, but continued straight on, heading directly towards Earl Jellico Grafton and the others. The Lords of the Vale, the Knights, and the wealthy merchants not associated with Littlefinger half-knelt on the ground, welcoming the arrival of the storm.
"Long live the Storm!!"
"Long live the Storm!!" the Vale soldiers shouted excitedly, marveling at the Knight's strike. The Vale soldiers waved their weapons, longsword and Longspear leaping in mid-air, their sharp blades gleaming in the sunlight.
The Knights of the Vale had always prided themselves as the strongest and most devout Knights of the Seven Kingdoms, and now they too were awed by the storm's might. Gendry was like a raging storm. Wielding a warhammer and a Longspear, he was unstoppable!
Slaying the Khal, breaking the lion, saving The Three Rivers, pacifying Frey, entering The Bloody Gate, and clearing Lord Jon's name—these were all the honors of the storm.
"Long live The Eyrie!" Gendry, holding his great horned helmet, smiled brightly at the Vale soldiers. His smile held the warmth of sunshine, illuminating all things like the sun.
In terms of morale and equipment, the Vale cavalry indeed lived up to their reputation; most of the Knights were well-nourished and full of confidence. They wore silver-plated armor and cloaks of sky blue or black and red, fighting generously.
Littlefinger, slumped on the ground, convulsed in his throat, trembling all over. But he could not speak; he knew that Gulltown would soon run with blood, and perhaps he himself would be the sacrifice for the banner.
"Now, Prince Gendry, the storm is just like those young men who rose up to overthrow the true dragon years ago – King Robert, Lord Eddard, Ser Denys, all youthful and unmatched.
I suddenly thought of our darling of the Vale, but unfortunately Ser Denys was not a darling of fate, otherwise would there be any room for Littlefinger now?" Essenba Arryn sighed softly. Denys Arryn came from a proud yet impoverished branch of House Arryn. He made a name for himself in tournaments, was handsome, chivalrous, polite, and devout, earning him the nickname "Darling of the Vale." Coupled with his Arryn surname, the eldest daughter of House Waynwood married Ser Denys. Unfortunately, fate was unkind, and Denys was ultimately killed on the battlefield by Jon Connington, the Red Griffon.
"It's so much like more than ten years ago, the same youth and the same storm. The first storm overturned the rule of the Targaryen Dynasty, and now the second storm has arrived. Where will this one lead the Seven Kingdoms?" Earl Jellico Grafton thought.
More than ten years ago, the War of the Usurper broke out, and House Grafton was initially part of Royalists. The first battle erupted in Gulltown, where Lord Arryn led an insurgent army composed of Vale vassals to attack Gulltown, which was defended by House Grafton. The young Robert Baratheon was the first to scale the walls of Gulltown, then personally slew Earl Marq, the commander-in-chief of Royalists. Thus, after Gulltown was subdued, it also changed allegiance and joined the insurgent army, becoming a supporter of Robert.
"You have all worked hard; in clearing Gulltown this time, you are all meritorious," Gendry said to everyone. He dismounted from his warhorse and walked towards Jellico and the others at the front, telling them all to rise. Earl Jellico Grafton, Essenba Arryn, Uther of House Shett, and others.
Gendry greeted these prominent figures of the Vale one by one: Lords, Knights, wealthy merchants not closely associated with Littlefinger, and so on.
"It is Your Highness's divine might and foresight that everything went so smoothly," Earl Jellico said, his words as sweet as honey.
"Thanks to your bravery, and Earl Jellico's proper planning. The power of your single spear, I fear, is unmatched," Essenba also praised. Even the Lords of Gulltown, despite their strong smell of money, still possessed a strong martial spirit.
Gendry then saw the beautiful girl with reddish-brown hair standing in the crowd, Sansa Stark, the "naive sweet girl" of House Stark. This wasn't entirely Sansa's fault; she was, after all, still a girl of about twelve. The struggles in the North had always been relatively stable, and Catelyn had instilled in her the ways of a Southern lady.
Compared to Arya, Sansa had a stronger Tully resemblance; the delicate cheekbones, clear blue eyes, and thick auburn hair of House Tully made her less like a traditional Stark, not to mention the blood of the direwolf. Her figure was tall and graceful, her frame larger than Daenerys's, very feminine, with a sense of being blessed with many children. Just as Lady Catelyn indeed bore many children for House Stark, greatly increasing the main line's population.
"Miss Sansa, I am also deeply saddened by the matter of your esteemed father, Lord Eddard. The Lannister are enemies of the realm and should be eradicated," Gendry said to Sansa, looking at the poor auburn-haired girl, who would become depressed if she stayed in King's Landing. "Your brother Jon is now in The Eyrie, and Robb is in Riverrun; you will soon be reunited."
The Lords of the Vale also looked at Lothor and Sansa. Miss Sansa had been transported to the Vale by Littlefinger through secret channels, and Lothor, as Gendry's spy, had then blackmailed and intercepted Sansa. Regardless, this was exciting news. Once the alliance of the Stag, eagle, fish, and direwolf solidified again, the defeat of the lion would be at hand. The Lannister had surrendered without a major battle against the insurgent army back then, and many Knights of the Vale had actually wanted to test the Lannister's strength.
"Thank you, thank you... Your Highness," Sansa felt dizzy; she hadn't even heard Gendry's words very clearly. Sansa looked at Gendry with adoration.
Sansa only noticed the storm's clear blue eyes like a mountain lake, his tall and upright figure, his neatly trimmed short hair as clean and sharp as Aegon the Conqueror's; he would be even more handsome with long hair. Sansa only noticed the newcomer's outward appearance, which reminded her of the legendary knight, a young man with gentlemanly demeanor yet wild and heroic. Sansa suddenly felt that her attire for meeting the king was too simple; she should have dressed up more.
Sansa had just wanted to tell Gendry about the shady dealings of the King's Landing trial, but time was too short, and there were too many people, so she didn't speak. It seemed she would have to wait until there were fewer people. But Sansa was determined to tell the storm the truth. Suddenly, she remembered the past; if her father and Lord Arryn had discovered the lion's conspiracy much earlier, she and the storm would have had a beautiful story.
While Sansa was still lost in thought, Gendry walked towards Lothor.布伦. He personally helped Lothor up and thanked Lothor's mercenary subordinates.
Gendry raised Lothor's hand and introduced him to the crowd: "Hundreds of ordinary birds are not worth one eagle. A warrior like Lothor.布伦, that is a true hero."
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