Game of Thrones: The Legend of Jon Arctic - ASOIAF/GOT

Chapter 127 - Artican Trade in Westeros 54 (Oldtown 04).

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Pessoa Thrid POV

Westeros, 295 AC.

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There was nothing left there, everyone was dead, while the archers at the top of the room had been killed after numerous cuts, experiencing terrible terror as soon as they raised their crossbows against the Articans and didn't even have time to release their bolts.

Jon and his group started to leave the room after that, they still had an entire city to conquer. As they began to pass through the corridors of the place, they quickly started descending, with some guards reacting and clearing the way.

They passed by servants and other maesters hidden in various corners looking at the Artican soldiers in fear while trembling in some of the corners. Jon ignored them and asked his men to head outside, while they were heading for the entrance. Passing by a few more people, they finally emerged in the middle of the courtyard while their men were surrounded by at least 2,000 men with the other side shouting orders to the soldiers of Oldtown.

The presence of Jon emerging with his cloak covered in blood was quickly noticed as the enemy soldiers saw him approaching his men with his guards. Seizing the moment, he took off his cloak while finally revealing his hidden armor.

"Everyone at my signal!!!" Jon shouted, concentrating a bit of magic in his throat, as his voice echoed across the courtyard.

"Attention!!" The commanders of the Artican groups exclaimed as all the soldiers made a synchronized movement, emitting a sound of footsteps and metal clashing against their shields and armors.

'Had they killed all the maesters and septons?!' The man at the front of his soldiers looked at Jon with a furrowed brow as his soldiers came out in large numbers from the citadel, bathed in blood, shivering at the thought of what had happened inside. His gaze went upward as thousands of birds flew over the citadel, making him even more terrified of the Artican king being really the sorcerer of the rumors. He soon resumed his posture and began shouting at his men.

"Prepare to attack, prepare to attack!!!" The enemy commander exclaimed immediately as the soldiers readied themselves, a bit nervous, after all, they were not as heavily armored as the hundreds of soldiers in front of them, mostly wearing only leather armors, regardless of whether they could win this battle, they knew many of them would be killed.

What they hadn't imagined was how wrong they would be in their misery, because Jon didn't just count on these soldiers. The people of the city soon began to realize that something was wrong.

"The city is under attack!!" Common people began to scream in the middle of the streets, running, while others also frightened started to run as well, knowing that something wasn't right there.

This began to spread like fire. "The savages killed the maesters and septons!!!"

"Run!!"

"We have to get out of the city!!"

"They're going to kill us!!"

The people as one continued running trying to protect themselves while the rumors of what had happened in the citadel quickly spread.

"Quick!! Send a raven to Highgarden!!" The brother of Lord Hightower exclaimed, he had a tone of urgency, as he began to hear the screams of the city with people shouting at that moment.

'It wasn't supposed to happen like this!!' He exclaimed internally, seeing that the situation was not good for them. Wondering what had happened in the citadel, after all, he still had no idea that his trap had backfired and numerous bodies were scattered in that room.