Tyrion. Lannister looked at uncle Kevan. Lannister.
The figure wearing his father's armor looked like a statue about to be sacrificed under the firelight.
The shouts of killing outside are getting closer and closer, and the roar of the Riverlands knight can be clearly heard.
"Tywin. Lannister!!"
"Find him!"
"Kill him!"
Kevan. Lannister put on the helmet decorated with lions, covering all his expressions.
He turned around and faced Tyrion. Lannister.
Tyrion. Lannister thought he would say something, such as "Stay behind me" or "Don't run around".
However, Kevan. Lannister said nothing.
He strode up to Tyrion. Lannister and grabbed his arm.
Kevan. Lannister was so strong that Tyrion. Lannister staggered and was almost lifted up by him.
"Uncle?"
Tyrion. Lannister spoke in shock.
Kevan. Lannister didn't answer, he dragged Tyrion. Lannister out of the tent.
Outside, the sea of fire and the light of swords intertwined, and countless Lannister red-robed guards were building the last line of defense with their livesO
Kevan. Lannister found the frightened war horse that was the only one left after Tywin. Lannister left.
He almost threw Tyrion. Lannister onto the horse's back.
"Catch!"
The voice of Kevan. Lannister sounded dull and powerful in the helmet.
He turned around and shouted at a group of Lannister red-robed guards around him.
"You! Protect him!"
"Take him out from the south! Quick!"
The red-robed guards were stunned.
Tyrion. Lannister was also stunned. He lay on the horse and looked at his uncle in disbelief.
"No! Uncle!"
He finally reacted and screamed.
"This is my father's order! He told me to stay with you!"
Kevan. Lannister turned around.
He stretched out his hand and patted Tyrion. Lannister heavily on the shoulder.
Through the visor of the helmet, Tyrion. Lannister seemed to be able to see his uncle's eyes.
There is no cold calculation or contempt in it.
"Young man."
"He's not here now, is he?"
There was a hint of smile in Kevan. Lannister's voice.
He let go of his hand and slapped the horse hard on the butt.
The war horse was in pain, neighed loudly, and rushed forward.
Tyrion. Lannister He only had time to hear his uncle's last words, which were mixed in with the clash of weapons, but penetrated his ears clearly.
"Stay alive, kid."
Countless red-robed guards followed immediately, using their lives to break the siege for Tyrion. Lannister.
They formed a tiny front and rushed toward the south where the firelight was relatively sparse.
Tyrion. Lannister was lying on the bumpy horseback. In the confusion, he couldn't help but look back.
He saw the figure wearing his father's armor standing in the firelight.
Kevan. Lannister raised the long sword in his hand high.
"Hear Me Roar--!!"
He let out a thunderous roar, attracting the attention of all the charging Riverlands knights.
He is like a magnet, attracting all swords and hatred towards himself.
The golden-red figure became smaller and smaller in Tyrion. Lannister's field of vision, and was eventually engulfed by a sea of fire and a crowd of fighting people.
Tears mixed with soot blurred Tyrion. Lannister's eyes.
He didn't know if it was sadness or something else.
All he knew was that tonight, someone was treating him like trash.
There are also people who use their own lives to buy a way for him to survive.
The war horses were running wildly, and the sound of wind in their ears was like howling.
He clutched the horse's mane tightly and let his body fall apart.
On a high slope in the distance, Suleiman is holding a homemade simple telescope.
In the lens tube, the chaotic scene of the Westerlands army is so clear.
Kole. Hewen stood beside him, his hand holding the reins trembling.
"Master Suleiman, we should blow the trumpet and ask them to withdraw."
He pointed at the Westerlands army that was gradually reorganizing in the distance from the rebel camp.
"They'll be back soon!"
There was unconcealable anxiety in his voice.
"We have severely damaged the Westerlands army."
"The goal has been accomplished, my lord, hasn't it?"
Suleiman put down the telescope, and the night wind blew the tips of his hair.
He didn't look at Kole. Hewen, his eyes were still focused on the plain where fire and death were intertwined.
"I gave Rosso. Brune and Bryn the clarion call to retreat."
His voice was calm.
"I gave them the right to make their own judgment and retreat on their own."
In Suleiman's sight, two flags belonging to Rosso Brune and Bryn were still standing and flying amidst the sea of fire and crowds.
Despite the waves of blood and the surge of fire, it never fell.
"Their flag is still there."
"They didn't blow the horn, and neither did I."
Suleiman's heart was calm, he believed in the commander he sent out.
I am lucky to gain it, but I am destined to lose it, that's all.
Rosso Brune's eyes followed the two Riverlands teams that were chasing in different directions. Their figures had been completely swallowed up by the night and chaos.
A trace of doubt flashed in his mind.
But his eyes were quickly drawn back.
The figure wearing crimson gold lion armor stood outside the luxurious tent like an unshakable mountain.
"Rosso!"
Bryn rode his horse and rushed to his side. The mount's nostrils spurted out billowing white air, and his armor was covered with blood and mud.
"We must take Tywin. Lannister!"
Rosso Brune nodded and pointed the tip of his sword at the place where the fire was the brightest.
His voice was hoarse from shouting for a long time.
"Okay!"
An attendant of the Lannister family, his face was pale, but his steps were unusually steady.
He hugged a luxurious oak chair and walked out of the luxurious tent.
Under the astonished gazes of countless Riverlands knights, he respectfully placed the chair behind the golden-red figure.
Then, the man with a helmet on his head, who was supposed to be everyone's prey, slowly sat down.
He just sat there between the sea of fire and the mountain of corpses, with his hands on the armrests.
It was as if he was not on the battlefield, but in the throne room of Casterly Rock, overlooking his vassals.
But this time, what Lannister faced was not the vassals of the family, but the torrent of Riverlands driven by a raging ambition.
Riverlands people chose to retreat a hundred steps to regroup, and then launched another charge.
Under the firelight, the knights and horses presented a scene of colorful metal flashes, their helmets sparkled, and the horses' armor shone brightly. Their speed was astonishingly fast.
After Lannister's soldiers separated into two teams to break through, the already stretched defense line became even weaker.
The few hundred remaining Lannister family soldiers reorganized the defense line and quickly joined together to build the final circular defense line with the tent and the sitting figure as the center.
The shield instantly shattered under the impact of the horse.
The guard holding the shield was knocked backwards and flew backwards, knocking down his companion behind him.
Cries of death and rage echoed in the air.
The Riverlands people launched charges again and again, and each of their powerful offensives brought a violent impact to the well-equipped Lannister soldiers.
The spear was broken and covered with entrails.
Rosso Brune and Bryn both took the lead in the charge. Fierce slashes and huge wounds continued to appear, but the two sides were still fighting fiercely.
No one flinched, no one showed cowardice.
Time passed and the moment of reckoning finally arrived.
Gaps appeared one after another and then quickly connected.
The defense line was like a sand embankment washed away by floods, falling apart in an instant.
The last barrier disappeared.
Hundreds of Riverlands knights passed over the corpses of Lannister soldiers and swarmed toward the golden-red figure sitting on the chair like a tide.
Their eyes flashed with crazy light, and everyone's mouth was roaring.
"Tywin. Lannister!"
"Your death has come!"
"It's me! It's me who wants to kill you!"
The horse's hoofs stepped on the pool of blood, making a dull sound.
The cold light of the sword reflected the crimson armor from all directions.
Facing this wave of death that could swallow everything, the man on the chair moved.
Kevan. Lannister stood up slowly.
His movements were not fast, but there was a kind of majesty in them.
He did not look at the enemies who were rushing towards him, but raised his head, looking as if through the firelight and thick smoke, towards the western sky.
That's the direction of Casterly Rock.
He took off his helmet.
What was revealed was not the cold and majestic face of Tywin. Lannister, but a face with a square chin and an extremely resolute face at this moment.
His hair was half bald and his face was stained with soot, but there was no fear in his light green eyes.
There is only a kind of Lannister pride.
A kind of arrogance and calmness engraved in the bones.
The few Riverlands knights who were rushing at the front saw this face, and their movements froze for a moment.
Someone roared.
"This guy is not Tywin. Lannister!"
The person next to me immediately asked back.
"How do you know!"
The man answered.
"Tywin Lannister is bald! This guy still has hair!"
Kevan. Lannister Hold your head high.
"Riverlands people! You have captured a Lannister!"
His voice was loud and loud, drowning out the din of the battlefield.
"Take me to see Suleiman! Nobles should enjoy this right!"
Rosso Brune also rushed in on horseback, and what he least wanted to see happened.
Tywin. Lannister ran away.
It doesn't take much thinking to know that he must have gone to reorganize the army.
He looked at the retreat horn on his waist and thought of what Suleiman said.
If Tywin. Lannister is not killed, the horn will be blown and the entire army will retreat.
He pressed his hand heavily on the horn at his waist, trying to pick it up.
An extremely strong hand grabbed him.
He looked up and saw that it was Bryn.
"Our goal has been achieved!"
"Master Suleiman told me in advance that if we cannot obtain Tywin. Lannister, we will withdraw our troops quickly."
Rosso Brune eager explanation.
"Exactly the precautionary advice given to me just for this moment!"
Bryn looked at him and shook his head.
"It's not that time yet."
His eyes fell on Kevan. Lannister, who had a calm demeanor, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
He urged his horse and took a few steps forward.
"Kill him."
Bryn's voice was not loud, but full of unquestionable commands.
"Cut off his head."
The two Riverlands knights got the order, dismounted, took out their swords, and walked towards Kevan. Lannister.
The knight at the front roared angrily, and slashed his head with the long sword in his hand.
Kevan. Lannister did not dodge.
He raised his sword.
"Clang!"
There was a crisp sound of gold and iron.
He held the blow firmly, his arm motionless.
He is not the reliable deputy who always lives in his brother's shadow.
At this moment, he is also the lion of Casterly Rock.
Another knight attacked from the side, and the battle ax struck his head with the sound of wind.
Kevan. Lannister ducked sideways.
He blocked two people, but more people came forward.
A long sword hit his shoulder, and the huge force made him stagger.
A battle ax struck his thigh, and the crimson armor dented, causing severe pain.
He didn't fall.
He supported his body with his sword and stood tall and proud.
He looked at the ferocious and greedy faces around him, and a smile appeared on his face.
He performed his final duties in the name of Lannister.
He seemed to hear his brother's roar, and also heard his own.
"Hear Me Roar--!!"
Kevan. Lannister used up his last strength and let out a thunderous roar.
That roar overwhelmed all the noise on the battlefield and was filled with the majesty and unyieldingness of a lion.
The next second, countless swords completely submerged him, and blood spurted out.
Until that proud head rolled into a pool of muddy blood.
Then, Bryn did something that made all the Riverlands knights present feel chills.
Bryn dismounted, walked to the body of Kevan. Lannister, and pulled out his dagger.
With cold hands, he divided Kevan. Lannister's body into six pieces like dissecting prey.
A head, two arms, two legs, and a torso wearing a crimson breastplate.
The scene of bloody slaughter made the surrounding Riverlands knights look away.
Bryn picked up the head covered in mud and blood, then picked up Tywin's iconic lion helmet, and buckled it on hard.
He attached the helmeted head to a broken spear and carried it behind him like a battle flag.
Then, he handed over the other bodies covered with Tywin. Lannister armor to the five pale-faced Riverlands knights.
"You five."
Bryn's voice sounded particularly eerie in the firelight.
"Each person takes a piece, divides it into five directions, and runs across the battlefield."
He paused and glanced at everyone.
"Shout as loud as you can."
"Tywin. Lannister is dead!"
Bryn's actions broke the camel's back.
When the limbs wearing Tywin. Lannister armor were lifted high by spears, the Riverlands knights ran around and screamed.
The morale of the Westerlands army has completely collapsed.
Fear exploded like a plague.
The conscripted peasants threw away their weapons and fled in all directions, crying. They were no longer an army, but just a group of livestock driven by fear.
After the Westerlands vassals who were still organizing resistance learned that Tywin. Lannister had died.
There was no further resistance, and everyone with their own agenda began to retreat in an orderly manner.
The Riverlands cavalry that was chasing Tywin. Lannister also hit a wall head-on at this time.
Stafford. Lannister led the hundreds of the Westerlands knights he had just gathered and reorganized, like a hammer, smashing into the team that was scattered due to pursuit.
After a brief but fierce confrontation, the Riverlands people were defeated.
Stafford. Lannister rode his horse through the corpses, looking for traces of Tywin. Lannister.
Then, he saw it.
Tywin. Lannister Guardian leaned against a burnt dead tree. The plate armor on his body was stained with blood, but his figure remained tall and tall.
Stafford. Lannister Turn over and dismount, salute respectfully.
"Master Tywin, you are okay..."
Halfway through his words, he got stuck in his throat.
He saw the black-feathered arrow stuck in the gap in the armor of Tywin. Lannister's left arm.
Stafford. Lannister's face instantly turned pale.
Tywin. Lannister didn't look at him. He stretched out his right hand, grabbed the arrow shaft with an expressionless face, and pulled it out fiercely.
There was a dull sound of muscle tearing.
He glanced at the arrow, which had a strange black light on it.
He broke the arrow into two pieces on his knee and threw it away.
"The arrows are poisonous."
His voice was smooth and waveless.
At this moment, a the Westerlands knight who had a lucky escape ran here crawling on the ground, his face covered with tears and snot.
"Sir Stafford! Sir Stafford! Let's go!"
"Everyone is running away!"
The Westerlands Knight's voice was full of desperate cries.
"Master Tywin is dead!"
"I saw it with my own eyes! Everyone saw it!"
"Riverlands people... they cut Master Tywin into pieces and humiliated him!"
Stafford. Lannister turned around sharply, his eyes looking like he wanted to kill someone.
"Pah!"
He swung his riding crop and slapped the knight's face hard, causing a bloody streak to appear instantly.
Stafford. Lannister roared, "Open your eyes and take a look!"
"Who is this!"
The Westerlands knight was stunned. He covered his face and looked at the figure under the dead tree in horror.
Having just recognized Tywin. Lannister, he quickly saluted, mounted his horse, and joined the troops Stafford. Lannister was on guard.
Tywin. Lannister is not angry, but he knows that the situation is over.
There are advantages to using high pressure to govern vassals, but there are also disadvantages.
He did not show any sadness because of the death of Kevan. Lannister, as if it was just a chess piece on the chessboard that was exchanged.
Tywin. Lannister looked past Stafford. Lannister towards the camp with flames soaring into the sky, and his voice sounded cold and methodical.
"Stafford."
"You lead the army and set up an ambush on the way back to Deep Den."
"After the Riverlands people win a big victory, they will definitely pursue them and their army will be scattered, giving you the opportunity to hit them hard."
"Then, you arrive at Deep Den first, block the escape route of the Westerlands army, collect the broken troops, reorganize the army, and then enter Blackwater Rush."
Tywin. Lannister's breathing was a little rapid due to the pulling of the wound, but he suppressed it with force.
"Suleiman uses troops deceitfully. Today I have seen it. You must be careful."
He paused and his eyes became sharp.
"Go to Linsi Layton and Roland Crakehall immediately to see me."
"I just saw their flag in the distance, which means they are both safe and sound."
"You must let them see with their own eyes that I am alive, but never tell them that I was poisoned."
"The Westerlands vassals will definitely cause chaos if they know that I am alive and dead."
"You join them to reorganize the armies of all vassals in Deep Den and the Westerlands."
Tywin. Lannister didn't speak fast, and every word was like a nail trying to drive into Stafford. Lannister's mind.
"Let the Mountain lead an army and send out Golden Tooth."
"Enter Riverlands."
"Kill everything that's alive and burn everything that can be burned."
"Then, capture Harrenhal."
"Cut off Riverlands people's way back."
His voice was lowered, with a chilling smell of blood.
"Send someone to Iron Islands again and tell Robert. Baratheon, the Westerlands has suffered heavy losses."
"If he still wants to get help from the Westerlands, he will release Jaime from his white robe oath."
"Tell him to return to Casterly Rock."
Tywin. Lannister's eyes were locked on Stafford. Lannister.
"Only you and I know about my poisoning."
"Understand?!"
Stafford. Lannister felt his heart twitching. He nodded heavily, his voice hoarse.
"As you command, Master Tywin."
Tywin. Lannister stood up, and the hundreds of knights around him immediately gathered around and led the horses.
He turned onto his horse, his movements still steady.
He didn't look at Stafford. Lannister again, nor did he look at this hell-like battlefield.
"Let's go."
With an order, he led a hundred the Westerlands knights, like a black lightning, galloping towards the darkness in the west.