Chapter 294 Tower Fire

"Plop!" The calm water surface of the Mead River suddenly heard the sound of water breaking, and there were ripples, as if even the mist that filled the water was making waves.

Pate's vision became blurry and water filled his eyes.

Even so, he tried to open his eyes and stared across the cobblestones that could be seen everywhere in the old town along the river at the blurry black figure standing on the shore.

The alchemist stood there.

He became a thief and stole the key to every door in the city from Dr. Wargrave's silver deer purse and handed it to the alchemist.

And the alchemist is a murderer

He is going to kill himself, Pate thought desperately, his eyes widening, and the black shadow on the shore was covered by the waves of the river and gradually moved away.

He opened his mouth and choked on the water, but he couldn't cough it out.

Pate didn't know how he was tricked. He only knew that he imitated the nobles' inspection of currency and bit the gold coin handed over by the alchemist.

"I don't know you, that's great." These were the words the alchemist left for him.

"I don't know you either," Pat told him proudly, overjoyed.

Then he collapsed into the water.

The alchemist stood on the shore, clasping his hands in prayer.

"Unknown people, fear death." He went into the water and picked up the body.

The alchemist pressed his palm on the corpse's face and vibrated at a certain frequency.

He lifted his hood and revealed his face.

It's Pat's face.

"Pate" patted the dust on his sleeves and strode towards the direction of the school city.

The water of the Mead River stretches along the cobblestone streets that can be seen everywhere in the Old Town and towards the Whispering Bay, becoming wider and wider.

Baelor Hightower stared at the orange-red flames on the towering tower, with a frown on his face.

"I have already sent orders to the major chambers of commerce," Gunsor said frustratedly. "The Green Hand Chamber of Commerce promised to give us fifty ships. The people in the Honeywine River were only willing to give out twenty ships, and the rest were One or two ships, totaling less than a hundred ships, is needed." He clapped his fingers, "We need 70,000 gold dragons, or even more."

"The golden dragon is not a problem," Garth Hightower said confidently.

"Not to you, Garth," Gunthor inevitably complained, "The price of mercenaries is more expensive than this, and the weapons factory spends as much money as three or five King Robert these days! You just have fun!"

Garth frowned. He had never had a say in finances, so he turned his attention to his brother.

Baelor Hightower was still staring at the orange fire that echoed the moon on the towering tower, blinking his eyes, and his thoughts were obviously not on what his two brothers were talking about.

"Belle! Even if you dig out your eyeballs and put them on the window sill for a few days, my father will not step down from the towering tower, and the fire will not turn green!" Garth said fiercely, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and he felt heavy. There are several layers of flesh on the chin.

Gunsel suddenly felt a sense of fear filling his body, causing him to tremble. The flames of the towering tower turned green, which was a signal that the Hightowers took the initiative to declare war or gave a warning of war. The last time the flames burned green, it was the Hightowers who took up the banner of the Green Party and led the army to fight against the blood of Dragonstone. The period of the Dance of Dragons.

A chilling signal, Gunthor thought.

"I can't bear the ironborn wandering around the Whispering Bay all day long, Gonthor! I need a fleet to take the initiative, go straight to Pyke City, and switch from sea battle to land battle. Or lure Greyjoy ashore and fight to the death on land. ! This is our advantage!" Garth sounded a bit like a roar even on weekdays, but now he sounded more like he was quarreling with himself.

Gunsor scratched his head, "You just give me a headache." His long face drooped, like melted white wax.

"It's not a good thing to take the initiative and leave no room for action. It's too imprudent." Baelor Hightower finally looked away and looked at his two younger brothers. "Gonthor, learn how Tyrion dealt with Stannis in King's Landing. , use iron rope.”

"Iron rope?" Gunsor and Garth said in unison.

"Send out some sailboats. We don't need a fleet in Old Town. The power of the sea mainly relies on the Redwin family, and Earl Paxter's fleet is almost here." Belle looked at Gunthor, "You bought it from the Chamber of Commerce. Yes, all the rented ships can be abandoned and used as bait. They can be given to the greedy ironborn as sunken ships and lure them to the Whispering Bay step by step. Then use iron ropes to cut off the escape route. It is best to cut the ironborn in half. When Redwin's army arrives, he will be outside and we will be inside, attacking from both inside and outside. "

"They can land from the north and south banks without entering Whispering Bay." Garth pointed at the map and questioned.

Baelor nodded, "That's best. Tens of thousands of Hightower troops are not a group of ants who can be chopped down by others without restraint! If Euron Greyjoy wants to land from Blackcrown City or Three Towers Castle, it will be equivalent to exposing his weakness. It’s a mortal situation for us.”

He looked at Garth, "You can't let the army you trained so hard be defeated by a group of pirates wearing simple equipment."

Garth sneered, "Let them never come back!"

Gunthor looked at his brother with admiration. He knew that this was an ability and temperament that he could not match. Baelor was a natural leader. He knew the character and characteristics of his subordinates and used them one by one to give full play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

"By then, the solid castle of Oldtown and the long-armed catapults and crossbows on all sides will deal with half of the Ironmen who want to land, and the fleet of Qingting Island outside Whispering Bay will deal with half of the Ironmen's longships. Victory is here." Baelor clenched his fists and took a deep breath. It was the first time he faced such a situation. Even though he loved to laugh on weekdays, he had to be serious.

Garth's strong arm stretched out and held his hand, "Don't be nervous, brother, the seven gods bless us."

Baelor raised his head, Gunthor smiled at him, Garth's eyes were full of fiery victory, and his brothers were full of confidence.

This is not a lie. In fact, even the civilians of Oldtown did not take the Ironmen with hundreds of longships seriously. In the mouths of the bards, they were greedy pirates. I am afraid that most people only think that the storm should be settled after robbing a few more merchant ships. Secondly, although the Hightower family's record in foreign wars is not impressive, Oldtown has indeed been well protected for thousands of years, and a few times it has been spared from war through Hightower's diplomatic mediation.

This time, facing the backward and barbaric Ironborn, the civilians still believed that the holy land of the Citadel and the city of the Seven Gods would continue to be blessed by the gods. What they prayed for when they returned home was not tomorrow's safety, but the accumulation of money and the future and health of their loved ones.

Gunthor walked out of the room and stood on the pavilion to look at the sea. The mist of the Mead River seemed to hold the sparkling river in the air, and the moonlight was everywhere. There were two moons hidden in the wide Whispering Bay, one was the bright moon in the sky, and the other was the orange fire that was always bright in the towering tower.

The orange fire was eager to try, as if it wanted to jump out of the water.

Gunthor watched it with interest. He loved to listen to the songs of bards since he was a child, and he was even familiar with the songs of Dorne. Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth rose slightly and hummed a tune.

The water was sparkling, and the ripples that emerged moved the reflection of the orange fire, which gradually swayed, and the surging flames were clearly visible.

It looked like a fire was about to break out, and Gunthor was worried. But then, he widened his eyes, and the ripples in the water suddenly appeared in his eyes.

But unlike before, the fire reflected in his eyes was green, not orange!

"Big big brother Beile!" Gunthor almost lost his balance and fell, but Gars behind him held him up and stabilized his steps.

Beile Haitar looked at the green fire quietly, "Prepare the boat, I want to go to the towering tower."