Game of Thrones: Oath of Iron and Fire-Chapter 29: The Siege of Myr

The city of Myr was ablaze with conflict more than a dozen times as enemies were preoccupied with quelling the supporters left behind by Magister Karasso. Blood and fire filled the air in Myr.

Gendry gripped his mace, watching the pursuers of the Wolf Pack—a mix of the Myrish guard, mercenaries hired by the Myrish, and the private guards of the magistrates.

Olive-skinned, slender Myrish men, Tyroshi with purple, red, or blue hair and beards, fair-skinned Lysene with blonde hair and blue eyes, and the Meereenese—Gendry saw mercenaries from most of the known world. The enemy's numbers were at least several times their own.

The remaining Wolf Pack joined forces with the reinforcements, forming a wedge formation and charging towards the outer city gate of Myr. Handsome, Lance, and Gendry led the charge.

"Cover me!" the arrow maker said, and the Wolf Pack raised their shields to conceal him. The arrow maker's longbow was deadly accurate, taking out several mounted enemies and briefly halting the tightening of the encirclement.

"You made it!" the leader of the remaining Wolf Pack soldiers said, clutching his cheek as tears streamed down his bloodied face. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing spiked gauntlets, already stained with blood.

"Where's the captain? Steel Fist!" Handsome asked, though he knew the outcome was already set, still hoping for a miracle.

"Governor Joy of the Gunpowder Grass Guild betrayed us!" Steel Fist said. "Magister Karasso tried to seek help, but he and his family were poisoned at a banquet. The captain couldn't persuade Magister Karasso. Governor Joy and the enemies from the Navigator's Guild deployed Unsullied and Meereenese gladiators. The captain and four or five brothers are dead. We broke out of the manor." Steel Fist's face showed agony.

"Governor Joy, he's also from the Gunpowder Grass Guild!" Handsome was shocked. It seemed the Navigator's Guild had significant influence, even winning over Karasso's close friends and supporters.

"Nothing is impossible! After Karasso's death, the remaining seat went to Governor Joy and the pirate's chosen one, Joy's brother-in-law, who is also a pirate. The candidate the Navigator's Guild originally put forward was just a feint; behind the scenes, they had already won over Governor Joy."

"How could this be!" Handsome sighed. The situation in Myr was volatile. Their supporter, Magister Karasso, had been murdered, and along with him, Captain Greybeard was implicated.

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"Captain, the captain gave this to you! After him, you're the head of the Wolf Pack." Steel Fist took out a ring with a solitary, proud wolf head. Made of black iron and bronze, it bore ancient First Men runes—this was the symbol of the Wolf Pack!

"Let's go!" Handsome didn't have time to say more. The priority now was to evacuate Myr.

"Charge the eastern gate of the outer city! The defenses there are weak!" Steel Fist said.

"It's too late!" Handsome whispered. "Today's Myr is fraught with danger. We have a new route, an underground passage!"

"Pretend to attack the eastern gate, then double back to that secret path!"

"Deal!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" The Myrish forces slowly dispersed, and from the rear emerged small catapults pushed by Myrish slaves. The Myrish had already realized the power of the arrow maker's longbow and were hesitant to engage directly, so they let the catapults launch the first attack.

"Shields! Shields!" Arrow maker Dick covered his teammates. With his longbow's precise shots, he focused on suppressing the enemy's cavalry first. The catapult operators were well-protected, so he had to target the leading riders.

The arrow maker fought back fiercely, and other longbowmen of the Wolf Pack returned fire. The Myrish had a shorter range than the longbows, making the situation tricky. They could only watch as the remnants of the Wolf Pack bunched together and moved forward. Suddenly, a horn sounded.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" In Gendry's line of sight, a group of iron-willed men appeared. They wore spiked helmets, black leather armor, and wielded short swords, shields, or spears. Thirty Unsullied formed a neat formation and advanced towards them.

"Unsullied!"

"The Unsullied are here!" The Myrish ranks erupted in jubilant cheers. The Unsullied were always considered the Free Cities' ace, the heavenly soldiers who saved the fate of Qohor. The Free Cities feared the Dothraki the most, and the Unsullied had become even more renowned.

With the Unsullied's arrival, the Myrish morale instantly swung upwards. They disregarded the threat of the longbowmen and began to surge forward in celebration.

"Damn Myrish, they spend the gold!" Handsome said.

"The Unsullied don't ride horses! We'll push them back for a bit, then retreat to the rear!" Handsome gave the order. Handsome, Steel Fist, Gendry, and Lance angled to meet the Unsullied.

The Unsullied were expressionless, known for their obedience and tenacity. For years, they had been expensive. In Qohor, the Dothraki charged eighteen times, but before that wall of shields and spears, they scattered like waves hitting rocks.

The Unsullied moved in unison, with only the steps of attack, without a single extra sound. The Unsullied were ruthless and swift killing machines.

"Clang!" Gendry's hammer collided with the Unsullied's spear. They were indeed as rumored, agile and well-trained. This was not only due to brutal training but also because they drank the wine of courage from a young age.

Lance's face was stern as he attacked. The spear lunged like a venomous snake, but the Unsullied's defense was seamless, making it hard to land a solid blow.

"Don't get entangled! The Unsullied drink the wine of courage from childhood; they endure pain better than we do!"

Gendry raised his mace and, finding the perfect moment, struck the Unsullied's head. The Unsullied raised a bronze shield to block, then lunged with the spear. Gendry reached behind for his arakh. With a twist of his body, he changed the target of his mace to the Unsullied's heart. The Unsullied let out a muffled sound and fell.

"Leather armor! This is my only chance!" Gendry crouched down, dodged the Unsullied's spear, and grabbed the dead man's shield!

The climate of Myr was mild, and the Unsullied were not accustomed to heavy armor; otherwise, heavily armored Unsullied would be even more formidable.

"Kill!" Gendry felt the immense strength in his body. The enemy's movements seemed slow and redundant to him. He just needed to overpower them. Gendry only needed to swing his warhammer faster and more steadily, not missing any opportunity.

Gendry's attack was fluid, his mace raising a storm of death. The Unsullied were only in leather armor, which was a dangerous opportunity.

Gendry was in the zone, his mace swinging left and right. He held his shield with one hand and fiercely wielded his warhammer with the other. The mace's impact was more stable, larger, and heavier. In the hands of a strong man, the mace was invincible.

Gendry roared, like a bellowing stag, with several Unsullied bodies beneath him.

"Let's go!" Handsome pulled him, finding an opening. They still needed to return to the secret passage.