Who goes there?"
A sentry on the walls of Storm's End shouted, crossbow in hand.
Viserys's face turned ashen, and he could even hear his heart pounding in his chest.
The Onion Knight looked at the unfamiliar small boat before him, pondered for a moment, then replied loudly, "It's me! I've brought you some salted fish and onions!"
"Hey, Davos Seaworth, salted fish and onions from Flea Bottom in King's Landing don't sell as well here, do they!"
Viserys Targaryen spoke first, hailing the approaching boat loudly.
Hearing Viserys's loud call, The Onion Knight, who was at the bow, looked confused.
He had originally thought it was a warship from House Redwyne of the Arbor, which had scared him into stopping far away.
He never expected that the young fisherman before him would actually recognize him, and even call out his full name!
Could this be a new smuggling team at Storm's End? But why had he never heard of them?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel worried.
He had risked being encircled by the Royal Fleet, and had even sacrificed four fingers of his left hand, all for the chance to become a nobleman.
But now, with the war about to end, it seemed his efforts were about to be snatched away by someone else!
Despite his reluctance, he could only suppress his indignation and steer the small boat forward.
He believed that the noble lord he had placed his trust in, Stannis Baratheon, was a trustworthy liege.
He would surely give him a generous reward.
Seeing that the person replying from the bow was his old acquaintance, Davos Seaworth, the sentry on the city wall finally lowered his guard and dropped his torch.
"Open the gate!"
Creak—
The heavy gate of Storm's End slowly opened under everyone's gaze. After half a year of siege, Storm's End finally revealed its most vulnerable side before the Royal Fleet.
Splash—
Following the salty sea breeze, Viserys Targaryen did not order the sails to be lowered. The merchant ship he was on went straight for the heart, accelerating deep into Storm's End.
"Hey, brother,"
Davos Seaworth looked confusedly at the merchant ship that was still speeding through the city, utterly surprised.
It was common knowledge to slow down a sailboat when entering the main city to prevent collisions and damage to the ship!
But the merchant ship before him showed no intention of stopping.
He thought it was an inexperienced, novice sailor who didn't understand navigation, so he could only kindly hail the ship.
However, he inadvertently glanced at the Half-man-tall boy and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Under the thick collar of the less than Half-man-tall cabin boy, a priceless golden silk soft armor was hidden.
"Enemy?"
The Onion Knight's eyes widened, his face pale.
Immediately, he cried out, "Enemy attack—"
Before he could finish speaking, Viserys's eyes narrowed, and a longsword swung towards Davos Seaworth.
"Whoosh!"
A cold glint flashed. Davos Seaworth had no time to dodge and could only raise his hand to block.
The next moment, a scream. The Onion Knight's eyes were filled only with a bloody red.
A left hand with four severed finger joints was cut off by Viserys's sword and fell before him.
At this moment, Davos Seaworth retreated repeatedly, rolling backward to dodge several consecutive slashes from the sailors behind Viserys.
He painfully curled into a ball, his mind blank.
If not for decades of survival instinct from dealing with market vendors and nobles, relying entirely on subconscious dodging, that blow just now would have taken his life.
Thump-thump-thump!
Under his incredulous gaze, a large troop of fully armed soldiers rushed down from the merchant ship and systematically climbed onto the city wall.
They wore Gold Cloaks, carried short staffs at their waists, and wielded longswords. Even without a reminder, he knew that Storm's End was completely finished!
Davos Seaworth no longer had time to worry about the fate of Storm's End. The army from The Reach outside the city had an absolute numerical advantage. Now, being able to escape with his life was already good luck.
He threw down the short sword in his hand, casually tore off a corner of his cloak, tightly bound his wound, and then rolled into the alleys of Storm's End.
"Whoosh!"
A short spear flew through the air, seemingly tearing it apart, producing a whistling tremor.
Immediately after, a Storm's End soldier with a crossbow fell from the city wall, creating a large splash.
The hard breastplate of a Storm's End warrior was easily torn like paper under the Gold Cloaks' longswords.
"Clang—"
"Clang—"
Heavy and urgent alarm bells rang out, and the shouts of battle and war drums spread throughout the Stormlands.
Everyone knew that the general assault had begun.
"Take the walls!"
"Open the gate!"
Ser Joffrey led the charge, taking a troop of Gold Cloaks directly to the main gate of Storm's End.
Earl Randal Tarly's army from The Reach had been waiting outside the city for a long time.
"Whoosh!"
An arrow grazed his forehead and struck the city wall in front of The Onion Knight, scaring him so much that his legs went weak, and he almost fell.
Hot blood flowed down his forehead, staining his vision crimson.
He looked back and met Viserys Targaryen's mesmerizing purple eyes.
"Targaryen?"
He was slightly stunned.
The image of the silver-haired, purple-eyed Targaryen Family was already well-known throughout Westeros.
But the boy before him, with his black hair dyed with squid ink, could fool others but not him!
Even with the thickest fishy smell to cover it, it couldn't fool The Onion Knight, who dealt with fishmongers daily.
"Rhaegar Targaryen? No, no, no, the age doesn't match!"
Davos Seaworth broke out in a cold sweat.
In the final moment of life and death, he still maintained his rationality.
"Viserys, it must be Viserys! Only he can command the Gold Cloaks!"
Although The Onion Knight was convulsing with pain, self-interest ultimately triumphed over fear.
The battle on the Trident had ended, and anyone with eyes could see that the scales of victory had tipped towards Robert Baratheon.
At this moment, he absolutely could not stand by and watch Storm's End fall.
The Onion Knight gritted his teeth, drew his longsword, and charged towards Viserys.
"As long as we capture Prince Viserys as a hostage, Storm's End can still be saved!"
Facing the retreating soldiers of Storm's End, Davos Seaworth's will to resist remained as tough as iron.
His huge investment of risk in Storm's End could not be destroyed by this mere child!
The Onion Knight pulled over a warhorse and plunged into the chaotic battle.
Although sharp pain shot through his wrist, causing the muscles in his face to spasm, he still used the hilt of his sword for support to force himself to sit upright.
"Giddy up!"
Under the protection of the remaining Storm's End soldiers, The Onion Knight rode directly towards Viserys Targaryen.
For a moment, he felt as brave and fearless as a god descended from heaven.
"Protect His Royal Highness the Prince!"
Ser Willem Darry was covered in blood. After slitting a soldier's throat with one sword stroke, he had no time to wipe his blade and could only use his own body to forcefully block The Onion Knight's charge.
The next moment, a shrill scream erupted. Ser Willem Darry was directly knocked flying by the warhorse, falling several meters away.
And it was only then that Viserys Targaryen finally recovered his senses.
However, a warhorse, almost unstoppable, had already charged wildly before him.