Game of Thrones: Oath of Iron and Fire-Chapter 40: Gendry’s Hammer of Justice

Gendry leaped off his horse and picked up his bloodied mace.

"This mace still does the job! As long as you've got the strength, a blunt weapon can be devastating on the battlefield. Imagine if it were made of Valyrian steel!" He wiped the blood off his mace on the jester's colorful robe. The ground around him was littered with corpses—no living soul remained.

The banner of the Black Goat had been hacked to shreds, and the members of the Brave Companions lay scattered across the ground. These butchers, criminals, and scum had ultimately become lifeless bodies on the blood-soaked battlefield.

The knights of the Wolfpack rode back and forth, their horses trampling the fallen, their lances and maces swinging and reaping lives. The ones who fell were the Brave Companions and some reckless freeriders.

The battle was mostly over, with only the slow advance of the spear-and-shield formation remaining. They were closing in on the Unsullied, who were now down to fifteen men. The Unsullied were like a small boat in the ocean of war, but they showed no sign of turning back.

Longspear led the knights of the Wolfpack to Gendry's side. They reined in their horses and looked at the commander. A commander had to be experienced, but more importantly, he had to be strong. The Northmen revered strength.

"We won, Commander!" Longspear said to him. The spikes on his helmet had been knocked off, but at least he was still alive. The knights eyed the surrounded Unsullied, eager to strike.

Steel Fist also led the infantry and the Free Army to sweep through the battlefield, mopping up the remnants. The mercenaries of the Brave Companions had all their usable money, armor, and weapons stripped away—nothing could be wasted.

*Thud! Thud!* The remaining circular shield wall completely enclosed the Unsullied, waiting for a single command. At the commander's order, they would finish off the Unsullied.

"Let them go," Gendry said.

"Commander! The Unsullied never surrender and fight to the death!" Steel Fist hesitated. "If we let them go, they'll be a threat."

"Let them go. They're slaves who had no choice," Gendry replied. "If they attack us once we give them a chance, then I won't hesitate."

"Yes, sir!" The shield wall slowly parted, and the Free Army surrounding the Unsullied opened a path. The remaining fifteen Unsullied looked bewildered, clutching their shields and spears. They were battered and bruised, with blood and sweat, but the Unsullied were resilient, and none had fatal injuries.

"Freedom! You are free as well!" Gendry shouted to the Unsullied. "The commander of the Milish forces has fled, and the Brave Companions are wiped out. You can choose to fight us to the death or return to Myr."

"Freedom!"

"Freedom!"

The Unsullied leader, with two spikes on his helmet, hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Gendry with his black shield and spear. He laid down his weapons and knelt before Gendry.

The first Unsullied shouted this, and the rest followed, kneeling to Gendry. Freedom was the most beautiful and perfect word they had ever heard.

Gendry accepted the Unsullied's allegiance and embraced their leader. "Comrade, from now on, you can have your names." He let them elect their officers and abolished the rule of using a new name randomly every day.

"Cut off the heads of the Brave Companions and mount them on spears!" Gendry issued his second command. The Brave Companions were wiped out, but these scum still deserved severe punishment.

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The knights of the Wolfpack rose to their feet, and the newly joined Unsullied joined in. They found new homes for the heads of the Brave Companions. The likes of Vargo Hoat, who liked to cut off people's arms, the monk Urt, who enjoyed torturing children, and the murderous jester— their heads were impaled on long poles, facing the howling wind, and perhaps someday the crows would visit them.

The freeriders surrendered one after another. Gendry's gaze swept across the battlefield, where the defeated mercenaries dared not even look at him.

"You have a few options. You can surrender to me, but you must obey the discipline of the Wolfpack. The second option is to leave here, leaving behind your armor, weapons, and ransom!" Gendry commanded.

The mercenaries stayed where they were, thinking it over, but no matter what, they dared not disobey Gendry's orders.

"Victory is sweet, but it could have been more perfect," Gendry thought, looking at the devastated battlefield. "If I had more archers, more knights, and a stronger assault team, I would have wiped out this Myrish army completely."

The Myrish purge ended in a crushing defeat. The heavily paid Brave Companions were ambushed and annihilated, with only their commander fleeing back with a few remnants.

The Myrish were now plunged into a state of panic, with their governors considering a larger-scale attack.

Now the Wolfpack and the Free Army had taken a corner of the Disputed Lands, with the Powder Keg Manor at the center. The Wolfpack had secured a considerable amount of land and coastline.

In addition to the manor's slaves, many fugitive slaves who had previously fled deep into the Disputed Lands had also joined the Wolfpack.

Gendry stood on the shores of the Narrow Sea, with his homeland, Westeros, visible in the distance. It was the hand of fate that had brought him here.

The Grey Wolf stayed by Gendry's side, guarding his safety. The Grey Wolf was the leader of the surviving Unsullied. He explained the origin of his name, "My birth name was cursed, which forced me to be a slave. But Grey Wolf is the name I chose on the day I was 'freed' by the Liberator."

"Your Grace, I have two pieces of news that might interest you!" the aged Maester Kebon stepped forward. "I hope they are pleasant news!"

"The first is about an alliance. The commander of the Catspaw wants to join forces with us to attack Myr and plunder it."

"Bloodbeard?" Gendry thought of the man. "Our group doesn't take in trash, and this man's reputation is too foul. Mercenary bandits are hard to manage. They just want to burn, kill, and loot. But that's not what I want. I want to claim this land. Besides, I'm already seen as a liberator of slaves, and I don't need to associate with a stinking bandit like Bloodbeard."

Bloodbeard was a loud, brutish giant with a massive build, a large beard, fiery red sideburns, and long braids. He was naturally cruel and bloodthirsty, greedy for glory and treasure, and lecherous.

"However, if we simply reject Bloodbeard, we might anger this fool. Let's contact the Windblown! They have a grudge against him."

"There is also a very distinguished guest whom you might need to meet in person!" Maester Kebon's expression was odd.

"Who?" Gendry asked.

"The Red Viper, Prince Oberyn of Dorne!"