The little devil looked horrified, threw the wine glass in his hand, and pulled out his special small sword from his waist.
But it was too late, Kingsguard Meryn Tran walked in at some point, and knocked Tyrion to the ground with the hilt of his sword.
"No." The little devil ignored his bleeding head, "I...I got Levi for you."
He was hit so hard on the head that he could no longer stand up and could not even speak.
Cersei looked disgusted, stretched her neck and cursed: "If it weren't for your bad idea, how could my son die at the hands of the Sand Snakes?"
They had no choice but to secretly send Tommen away in Duskendale. Even if Cersei and Tyrion fell into the hands of Stannis, they might survive temporarily, but Tommen could not.
Everyone would have dealt with this matter in the same way, but the angry Cersei still charged the account to her younger brother Tyrion.
Language seems to have a special magic power. The words spoken can strengthen the emotions in the mind.
Cersei's hatred for Tyrion reached a new climax. "He was secretly taken into the dungeon and executed immediately after my uncle left King's Landing. It was said that it was the killer left by Stannis who did it."
Because of Kevan, Cersei didn't dare to order her brother's death on the spot, but her uncle set off immediately, and Tyrion only lived for a dozen more hours.
After Merlin Tran nodded and saluted, he carried the little devil like a chicken and left.
With her father dead and Jaime gone, Cersei can finally do what she wants without restraint.
…
King's Landing, the residence of the Rose family.
Garland stared motionlessly at the map spread out on the table. Beside him, Loras sat slumped in a wicker chair.
Little Rose Margery looked at her two useless brothers with a look of resentment.
"My father is still in the hands of the Rivermen, can't you think of a way? And the Lions, they won't even let Loras enter the Red Keep. What's the point?"
Since the capture of King's Landing, Kevan has assigned all Lannister soldiers to be stationed at the Red Keep and key locations in the city. Only 3,000 Riverbend soldiers are allowed in, and they still go to Flea Bottom and other civilian areas to maintain order.
.
Loras finally made up his mind, "Cersei and the king don't need my protection anyway, so why don't I go to Harrenhal and replace my father."
Although he had taken the oath, Cersei still refused to let him protect the king personally. The reason was that Tommen was frightened and could not meet strangers for the time being.
"Calm down, grandma is already on the way. She will arrive at King's Landing soon. We will make plans then." Garland comforted his brother and sister.
Ten days ago, after the news spread that the Duke of Metz had been captured, a letter came from the High Court saying that Lady Olenna had gone north.
"What about father?" Margery asked her brother, "Are you just going to ignore it?"
Garland pointed out the locations of King's Landing and Harrenhal on the map to his sister.
"Although most of the servants are gone, we still have 40,000 warriors. The lion family has less than 10,000, and the dragon champions are barely 15,000. Whoever we support is the real king. You understand this truth
?”
Margaery glanced sideways at her second brother, "Let me tell you what you have to say. Could it be that you want to take away all the lions in the Red Keep and offer them to the Dragon Holder?"
The people of the Reach have already paid tens of thousands of people for Tommen, Cersei and others. If they elect a new king at this time, many lower-level lords may complain.
"No, I mean, the lions need our support more."
Whoever the people of the River Bend fall to will be stronger than the other kings.
So if Queen Cersei has any brains, she should show more sincerity to win over her strongest ally.
"But what to do about father? Can't you send a powerful person to rescue him? For example, the earls such as Tully, Blackbar, Fossoway, Maliweis, and Hewett."
Garland shook his head, "Except for Randyll Tarly, the people my sister mentioned are all incompetent people who only show off at tournaments and masquerades. How many soldiers they bring with them will be able to defeat the crowd."
How many people can the Dragon Lord send? And we have offended Landao so much, so don’t accuse him of helping us sincerely."
As long as the strength of the River Bend army still exists, the Duke of Metz will be a distinguished guest wherever he goes, so Garland is not too worried about his father.
"Arthur and I have a good relationship. It would be better for me to go to Harrenhal and see if we can discuss terms. After all, my father is also the First Realm Lord and the Southern Realm Guardian. He is always so... hard to save face."
Garland glanced at his brother who didn't care about anything he did, "I'll wait until I ask Cersei. The lions and the valley are trading, maybe I can help."
The three of them are all a little dissatisfied with the current situation, but they can neither break up with the Lion family nor cooperate well with Cersei, so they can only make do with it and wait for their grandmother, the Queen of Thorns, to take charge of the overall situation.
…
Riverlands, a village on the east side of God's Eye Lake.
Sandor Clegane, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, slowly opened his eyes. The itching coming from the wound and head was like ants crawling, making him want to scratch it several times.
This is a small wooden house. The smell of herbs permeates the whole room. A brown-robed monk is busy with something unknown.
"Give me some wine, any wine will do, wine is the best."
Brother Meribald, who had a rough face, turned his head, glanced at the wounded he was rescuing, and said: "My child, your body is still recovering. Don't drink now. I'll get you some water. If you feel
If it doesn’t taste good, I’ll add some alfalfa juice.”
He was a devout monk, and for forty years he roamed throughout the Riverlands, officiating weddings and hearing confessions from the common people.
"Alfalfa? That's for the horses that plow the fields. Even the war horses won't eat it. Others call me a hunting dog. You must also know the consequences of not giving me wine."
Sandor Clegane sat up with difficulty and stared at the old monk with a painful expression.
"I heard that for you, Sandor, a miserable and tormented soul, a sinner who laughed at the gods and others. Now that the Seven Gods have given you a new life, forget the hound of the past and return to Sandor's
Let the name live on."
The reputation of Hound Dog is slightly less than that of his brother Magic Mountain, but the well-informed old monks still know about it.
"Loyalty, fighting and drinking are what I should do. You don't want to use any bullshit seven gods to restrain me. My horse, Stranger, is named after a god." Sandor said.
Brother Meribald shook his head, poured the prepared water mixed with alfalfa juice into the wooden cup, and then walked over and handed it to Sandor.
"You serve loyally, but you don't feel the pride it brings. You fight hard, but there is no joy in victory. You drink like water, but wine can only slow down your conscience and cannot bring you more. What you have done
What’s the point of doing it?”
Sandor glanced at the old monk and drank the strange glass of water.
"What I did was to one day kill my brother, Greg Clegane. You are right, in the future I will have no purpose to live, so I will have no choice but to use inferior ale to annihilate my quest for revenge."
It’s on fire.”
The past few months have been so eventful and bizarre that Sandor feels like his brother's death happened many years ago.
Arya had given him some hope of living before, but now he had none of it.
Killing his brother was such a terrible idea, but Sandor said it naturally.
The old monk was also disturbed by this astonishing statement, but he did not show it.
"Everyone in the world is corrupt, and there is no need for you to purify yourself, because you don't care. But for the sake of saving your life, can you help me build a small church? You are stronger and taller than all the farmers.
It’s far more than them.”
Sandor finished his drink and remained silent.
At this time, an old dog ran in slowly, wagging its tail at Meribald's feet.
Sandor looked at the dog, stretched out his hand for the dog to come over, and then scratched the dog's ears.
"Okay, I'll build the temple for you, and you'll take care of the food for me."
He didn't know what to do in the future, so he agreed.
Brother Meribald nodded happily and turned around to continue what he was doing.
…
Outside Harrenhal.
Under the illumination of several torches, Arthur finally saw clearly the forest witch called "Ghost".
Except for her extremely short stature, she is basically a standard old woman, old, hunched, with pale and wrinkled skin, and needs a black crutch to stand steady.
"Hello, old woman from a noble heart." King Hejian greeted him first.
If the record is correct, the old woman in front of me is the only "person" who survived the tragedy in Shengxia Hall.
It's hard to say whether she is a "human" or not. There is a high probability that she is a child of the forest who has blended into human society.
"Hello to you, handsome king." Although the witch was using a cane, her legs and feet were quite nimble.
After she saw a group of soldiers approaching, she hurriedly hid under a tree, but when she saw that the people who came were not malicious, she climbed out again.
"It's like this. Your presence makes the farmers in Heron Town very uneasy, so I want to ask you to return to Noble Heart. I can have people send you enough food."
The witch did not respond, but asked something else.
"I heard that you are planning to send this heart tree to Qianmian Island and transplant it again?"
Arthur admitted simply, "Yes, because of the curse of Harrenhal..."
He explained the cause and effect.
"You and your half-baked bachelor made a mistake. The curse only works because of the bleeding souls of wronged souls. Just recite sutras to them. The old god is the god of nature, how could he have the power of such a blood witch? Moreover, he and the ancestor king also
It doesn't matter at all, his curse only works in the Great Wilderness Tomb and is useless beyond that hillside." The old witch pointed out the mistake directly.
Arthur smiled coquettishly, "I know nothing about magic, and Qyburn has only heard about it a little bit, so...in this case, should we plant this tree back again?"
Judging from the fact that the body of the Three-Eyed Crow is trapped north of the Great Wall, the power of the old gods is already very weak, and the weirwood trees cannot be chopped down casually.
"No need. The old gods are trying to move and keep me from sleeping peacefully. I dreamed that a tree sank into the lake, and others discovered four dragons. I dreamed that a black-eyed king boarded Thousand Faces Island and found
I got a black sword. I dreamed..."
While the old witch was talking, she walked closer to the human face pattern on the weirwood tree.
Arthur and the soldiers followed, but because they couldn't see clearly, the King of the River took a torch and stepped forward.
The old witch is still chattering.
"I dreamed that the black-eyed king married the red-haired she-wolf, and they gave birth to nine children. I dreamed..."
At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from the torch in Arthur's hand, floated to the old witch's face at a speed that was too fast for him to react, and then disappeared.
Dark shadow?
Arthur knew it was bad, Stannis used this thing to attack Renly.
So he hurriedly retreated and asked the soldiers to surround him to protect him.
But the old witch possessed by the black shadow moved faster, pounced on Arthur's neck like a monkey, and then strangled him desperately.
Arthur tried all his strength, but still couldn't pull the old witch's hands away.
Nearby soldiers also gathered around to help their king, but to no avail.
In desperation, Arthur called out to Alduin in a low voice.
It may have only been two or three minutes, but in the eyes of King Hejian, the whole world stopped for a few years, all sounds and feelings seemed to be stripped away, and he was leaving his body.
Finally, Alduin fluttered his big wings and flew to his master. He opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a stream of dragon flame accurately landed on the old witch's head.
The nearby soldiers avoided him.
Fortunately, Alduin knew not to harm his master, so Arthur, who gradually regained his senses, only felt anxious.
The old witch's hands gradually lost strength, and the King of the River easily threw her to the ground.
Alduin, however, refused to give in. He opened his mouth and sprayed with all his strength, burning the old witch into black coals.
Arthur, who was slumped on the ground, took a deep breath and carefully recalled what had just happened.
After the black shadow possessed the old witch, her pupils turned pure black and looked extremely scary.
Stannis must have used the shadow magic of Lohra, the Lord of Light, to do this.
Judging from the ability of Scarlet Witch Melisandre to use shadow magic, the Lord of Light is likely to be the God of Shadows as well.
Before that, the forest witch should have no ill intentions, and her words and prophecies also have merit.
According to her prophecy, the black-eyed king will find a black sword on Thousand Faces Island.
Among the known kings, only Arthur has black eyes.
The black sword's reference is unknown, but it probably has a special meaning, such as a missing Valyrian steel sword.
After calming down for a while, Arthur stood up, surrounded by Alduin and soldiers, and returned to Harrenhal.
That night, after hearing that the River King had been attacked inexplicably, Sansa and Arianne ran to his room to offer condolences.
Although the two women didn't communicate much, they still sensed the threat from the other, so they each scrambled to take care of Arthur, which disturbed him from sleeping well in the middle of the night.
Until he sent the two girls away on the pretext of needing rest due to the upcoming war.
When he woke up the next day, a very bad news awaited the King of Hejian.
The Valley has sent an advance team out of the Blood Gate and began to clean up the Gaoshan clan near the Valley Avenue.
It is said that several great nobles in the valley are gathering troops, preparing to respond to King Tommen's call to put down the "rebellion" in the Riverlands.
