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Stormlands, Bronzegate, Kingsroad
"Kill!"
Splurt…
On this smoke-filled battlefield on both sides of the Kingsroad, Stannis Baratheon stood atop a makeshift command platform, his gaze steady and deep, as if it could pierce through the chaotic crowd ahead and look directly into the souls of his enemies.
At this moment, the tide of the battle had already begun to tilt toward defeat. The powerful Royal Allied Army's cavalry carved through Stannis's defensive lines like a knife through butter.
Although the defense line had been hastily arranged, Stannis had been very confident in its ability to resist the enemy's attack. But now, seeing the completely defeated infantry phalanxes, even Stannis felt a sense of bewildered helplessness.
After subconsciously gripping the flaming Lightbringer in his hand, Stannis seemed to make a certain resolution.
Whoosh…
As if sensing Stannis's resolve, a more violent flame suddenly erupted from the blade. This burning fire seemed to be his last hope.
"Kill!"
Seeking a path to life through death, Stannis leaped directly from the high platform and charged toward the enemy cavalry, whose momentum had been slowed by the infantry phalanxes.
"For King Stannis!"
"Charge!"
With Stannis personally joining the fray, the previously flagging morale instantly soared. Under his lead, the nobles and knights seemed to be injected with infinite courage.
Under Stannis's leadership, this force was like a landslide, forciblyhalting the momentum of the charging cavalry on the battlefield.
"Hah…"
"Aaargh…"
With a roar, Stannis, whose martial prowess had not diminished, cut down a soldier in chainmail with a single stroke. He appeared to be a knight's squire who had fallen from his horse, his equipment quite crude.
The battle had now fallen into a stalemate, with soldiers from both sides directly clashing in a chaotic mess. Friend and foe were intermingled, making it impossible to tell which way was which or where one's own men were.
Once Stannis's cavalry formation was broken, his advantage vanished. At this point, if a well-ordered force joined either side, the scales of victory would tip in their favor.
"Forward!"
As the Royal Allied Army continued to advance from the rear, an intangible pressure began to weigh down on Stannis and his men.
"Do not fear, keep fighting…"
As the battle raged on, Stannis's voice grew hoarse, but he continued to shout loudly, boosting the morale of his soldiers.
Every command he gave was filled with power and determination, as if they could dispel fear and despair from the hearts of the soldiers.
His figure darted across the battlefield, sometimes charging with his sword on the front line, sometimes coordinating support from the rear. His steps never faltered, as steadfast as his conviction.
Unfortunately, even Stannis could not avoid this completely deteriorating situation. While he was indeed very skilled at command and coordination, if he had the same martial prowess as his brother Robert Baratheon, perhaps he would still have some hope.
Even as the soldiers around him fell one by one, this stubborn king never once entertained the thought of retreating.
In Stannis's view, he was the true king of this country. He possessed noble blood and valued aristocratic honor as much as life itself.
"Stannis!"
In the midst of the fierce combat, Stannis was fighting the enemy with all his might.
However, just then, a voice filled with hatred came from afar, piercing through the din of the battlefield.
Stannis immediately realized who the owner of the voice was, and his gaze quickly turned toward the source of the sound.
Next, he saw Loras Tyrell, clad in magnificent armor, charging toward him.
This famous Knight of Flowers had won the championship at the King's Landing tourney a few years ago. His appearance undoubtedly brought immense pressure to Stannis.
Loras Tyrell's armor gleamed in the sunlight. His posture was agile and his steps steady, like a true warrior.
His eyes were filled with hatred and anger toward Stannis, emotions that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time and had finally found an opportunity for release.
Stannis knew that facing a powerful enemy like Loras Tyrell, he had to respond with focus. He took a deep breath, adjusting his breathing and mindset to prepare for the upcoming challenge.
Meanwhile, Loras Tyrell was indeed very happy because he finally had the chance to take brutal revenge on Stannis, the kinslayer.
The hatred in his heart had accumulated for a long time, and now it finally found an outlet. He gripped his weapon tightly, his eyes flashing with a determined light, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.
On a vast expanse of grassland, two fully armed knights prepared for a fierce battle. Clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp swords, they stared at each other with determined gazes.
Clang… screech…
Shring…
With the sounds of clashing weapons, the battle officially began.
Stannis and Loras Tyrell charged at each other rapidly. Stannis's weapon burned with fire, while Loras Tyrell's sword glinted coldly in the sun.
In just a few seconds, their weapons had clashed several times. Their movements were swift and powerful, every swing filled with strength and resolve.
"Hah!"
At that moment, Stannis struck at Loras Tyrell's head with lightning speed.
However, Loras Tyrell reacted extremely quickly. He skillfully dodged to the side and counterattacked instantly, thrusting his sword toward Stannis's chest.
This dangerous strike was incredibly vicious, leaving no room for retreat. The attack forced Stannis to pull back hastily, barely avoiding the swift blade.
"Hah!"
After evading the attack, Stannis charged forward again, launching an assault on Loras Tyrell. The battle between the two grew more intense, their blades weaving sparks in the air.
They didn't just use their weapons; in close-quarters combat, they also used their armor to strike one another. Their suits of armor produced a series of ear-piercing metallic crashes.
Suddenly, Stannis launched a fierce assault. His swordsmanship became exceptionally sharp, with every stroke aimed directly at Loras Tyrell's vitals.
Faced with this terrifying onslaught, Loras Tyrell was forced to keep backing away, yet his eyes remained filled with steadfast determination.
After another violent exchange, Loras Tyrell finally found an opening. He pierced Stannis's armor with a thrust, the tip of the blade sinking deep into his body.
"Aaargh…"
Stannis groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground. Loras Tyrell's longsword had driven through a gap, stabbing deeply into Stannis's ribs.
Cough, cough, cough…
Loras Tyrell twisted the blade, and blood seeped from the gaps in Stannis's armor. He let out a pained groan.
"This day has finally come, you wretched kinslayer. The Seven will punish you!"
Cough, cough… Wheeze…
Faced with Loras Tyrell's roar, Stannis was completely unable to answer, only able to gasp painfully for air.
"Die!"
Drawing a dagger from his waist, Loras Tyrell plunged it ruthlessly into Stannis's eye socket.
Splurch…
After feeling a wave of bone-chilling cold, Stannis completely lost consciousness.
As Loras Tyrell pulled back his hand, Stannis's head slowly slumped. His hand loosened its grip on the Lightbringer sword that had accompanied him for so long. It fell onto the blood-stained earth with a dull thud, symbolizing the end of an era and heralded a new beginning.
"Stannis is dead! Long live the Iron Throne!"
Following Loras Tyrell's roar, the soldiers in the area all focused their gazes on him.
As Loras Tyrell's words fell, Stannis's soldiers immediately collapsed.
"His Majesty Stannis is dead!"
"No…"
"Aaargh…"
…With Stannis's death, the morale of the Stormlands and Dornish allied forces crumbled instantly. Many levies even knelt on the ground where they stood.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the Dornish warriors were fighting hard. Led by Oberyn Martell, they had directly broken through two of House Lannister's infantry phalanxes.
Oberyn was currently searching the battlefield for his prey, his gaze incredibly sinister, like a venomous snake preparing to strike.
"Jaime Lannister! I know you're there! Come and fight me! Like a man! Or have you been drained dry by your sister!"
After decapitating a Lannister knight with a scimitar, Oberyn shouted to the surrounding crowd.
At that moment, Jaime Lannister, clad in golden armor and wearing a lion-crested helm, had just cut down a Dornish spearman. Hearing the blatant provocation, his gaze shifted directly toward Oberyn, who was wearing scale armor and wielding scimitars in both hands.
"So you're here! Watch me—"
"Stannis is dead…"
Just as Oberyn discovered Jaime's trail, shouts began to ring out in his ears. Immediately after, his personal guards rushed to his side.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Realizing what his men intended, Oberyn roared sternly.
"Following the orders of the great Prince Doran, if the battle goes poorly, the priority is to ensure Lord Oberyn's retreat!"
"I'm going to kill a Lannister!"
Just as Oberyn prepared to charge at Jaime, his personal guards rushed forward and held him down.
"Aaargh!"
Although Oberyn was formidable, he could not bring himself to strike his own men. Thus, after an unwilling roar, he was dragged away by his people.
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