If we can expect the mad king to make wise choices, it is better to believe that the prince of death will return to the world from hell0
When Westerlands's large group of men stepped into the city gate, they suddenly turned their spears and stabbed at the unsuspecting Lion Gate guard beside them.
With the sound of "Pfft", the sound of the spear penetrating Gold Cloaks's flesh and blood echoed in front of the door. The first guard didn't even have time to react and fell into a pool of his own blood.
"Kill!"
I don't know who shouted, Westerlands troops poured in like a tide, and the original "submissive" posture instantly turned into a ferocious one.
Although the garrison members guarding Lion Gate fought hard, they were unable to withstand the opponent's large numbers and better equipment. Unfortunately, the City Watch members only had their gold-dyed woolen robes, and their regular equipment was nothing more than ordinary armor, ordinary spears, and ordinary iron-headed clubs.
The few team members who have swords and shields are mostly former mercenaries who brought their own dry food and "brought their skills to join the army."
Some of the Gold Cloakss under the gate had their chests pierced by long swords, and some had their bones crushed by war horses. The blood quickly dyed the open space at the gate of the city red, forming a bloody picture.
When only the shouts of the Westerlands soldiers were left, Sir Alliser Thorne was standing on his tower, staring blankly at the carnage below, trembling with anger, but unable to save himself.
There were not many garrison members left around him, and he could only watch helplessly as soldiers from the Western Army took over the positions of the garrison and occupied every corner of Lion Gate.
Finally, Sir Alliser was escorted to the front of Lord Tywin's horse. This time, it was the turn of the noble Lord Westerlands to look down on him.
Without saying a word, the Duke waved his hand, and Alliser was taken away.
"Sir, Lion Gate has been completely controlled by us!"
A Westerlands general walked quickly to the Duke's horse and reported loudly.
He is Roland Crakehall from Esplanade. Since the death of his father, Sumner Crakehall, who served as Jaime Lannister's servant, he has inherited the territory of Crakehall.
Seeing traces of blood still hanging on the "wild boar tusk" on the front of Roland's armor, Lord Tywin reined in his horse and glanced at the piles of corpses behind Roland Earl and under the city gate. His serious expression did not change at all.
"Well done. Send my order, and the entire army will immediately enter the city to create chaos, and ask the soldiers to visit "the wealthy businessmen in the capital----"
After the order was issued, the Westerlands army quickly divided into several small teams and rushed towards all directions of the royal city.
Due to Sir Alliser's intelligence, most of the garrison's troops were concentrated near the seven city gates. Westerlands people would face an entire wealthy city that was no longer fortified.
Some teams broke into luxuriously decorated mansions, kicked open the doors, and quickly loaded valuable gold and silver jewelry into cars; some teams rushed into shops, brandished swords at shopkeepers and customers, and robbed money; and some teams set fires wantonly on the streets, with thick smoke billowing and dyeing the sky gray.
The civilians in King's Landing panicked. Those who didn't hide back home in time spread their legs and ran in all directions. Westerlands people burned, killed, looted, and were extremely vicious. The originally bustling streets instantly turned into a hell on earth.
There is no "savior" who is loyal to the king, but a "devil" who robs the family's property.
Lord Tywin, who knew he was making a dangerous move and intended to taint himself, did not send out his main troops to participate in the looting. His gaze jumped over the Xicheng District of the Royal Capital, which fell into chaos in the blink of an eye, and finally landed in the direction of Aegon's High Hill in the distance.
He waved, and several burly and fierce-looking cavalry leaders immediately rode forward.
These people have a bad reputation in Westerlands. They are all "butcher" knights known for their ruthless and cruel methods. They have used violence many times to suppress green forest bandits or small rebellions in the territory, and their hands are covered with blood.
"Do you guys know the next task?"
Tywin's eyes were cold, his tone was straight and straight, and his voice had no fluctuation.
If you want to bite off a piece of dragon meat that belongs to Lannister in this Seven Kingdoms turmoil, it is imperative to draw a clear line with Iron Throne. Just self-slander is not enough. Lannister must make greater contributions to this so-called "uprising".
Sir Amory from the Lodge family rushed to express his loyalty. "Please rest assured! Sir Duke, Sir Kevan has already made it clear, and we will definitely handle it properly."
Tywin nodded slightly, his cold eyes swept over the faces of several people, and finally rested for a moment on a tall, silent Giants behind them.
-That is Sir Gregor from the Clegane knighthood. Because he is nearly eight feet tall, as terrifying as Giants, and weighs four hundred pounds, he is exclaimed as "the walking the Mountain".
He is as old as his son Jaime·Lannister. The person who canonized Gregor·Clegane as a knight is none other than the deceased Prince Dragonstone Rhaegar·Targaryen.
I hope this giant guy can do his job well.
Tywin·Lannister said no more, and waved again, asking them to lead their cavalry and rush to Red Keep on the east side of King's Landing.
They have to do some "dirty work" for House Lannister.
Except for the silent "The Mountain" whose entire head was hidden in the huge helmet, the eyes of several other cavalry leaders flashed with excitement. They were the best at doing this kind of dirty work, and even had a bit of bloodthirsty expectation.
They led the cavalry and galloped straight in the direction of Red Keep, quickly disappearing into the chaotic streets.
Lord Tywin's plan is going smoothly. It is not only revenge, but also a break with the past.
He is taking the initiative to cut off his relationship with his former best friend Aerys----
And those people in Red Keep seem to be just a stepping stone for Lannister to return to the center of power?
The chaos of King's Landing floated intermittently into the throne room along the wind, hit the armrest of Iron Throne, and broke into a noisy roar.
A moment ago, Aerys II was still curled up on his throne, his cloudy eyes were half-squinted, and he was imagining something in his mouth:
His "old friend" Tywin·Lannister once again put on the damn Hand of the King badge, knelt in front of him obediently, and promised to wipe out all the rebel troops in the north----
It seems that in the next second, the lion of Westerlands and his army will kneel down and shout "Long live the king!", unite around House Targaryen, and defend the royal city of House Targaryen.
But the next moment, the cruel reality shattered the sweet dream he had weaved for himself.
He woke up from his delusion and learned the news that Lion Gate had fallen and Westerlands troops entered the city to loot and kill the people wantonly.
Aerys trembled, and the wonderful illusion in his imagination was instantly shattered.
Tywin! Tywin·Lannister, how dare he----how dare they treat their king like this!?
Aerys's back was pressed against the cold Iron Throne. He slowly turned his head, his neck was like a dry machine that hadn't been oiled for a long time.
He saw that on both sides of Iron Throne, where the ministers were originally standing, there were only empty shadows left.
The sunlight shines in through the long painted window of Myr, and falls on the cold marble floor, reflecting a cold trace of light.
"Where have everyone gone? Huh? Hahaha----"
After discovering this, he staggered to his feet and held on to the armrests of the throne before he could barely stand still. His eyes swept across the hall again and confirmed that all his important ministers had fled. Only the dragon's skull coexisted with him, and he suddenly let out a sad laugh.
"Your Majesty, I am here."
Rossart The wise man flashed out of the shadows and spoke in a low voice. On the chest of his warlock robe, there was a torch badge that shimmered in the shadow. It was the "Hand of the King" coat of arms he chose for himself.
Aerys stopped laughing, looked at the elusive wise man for a while, and uttered trembling words. "It's time to implement our plan."
"Of course! Your wish is our mission."
Rossart agreed immediately, his tone was more straightforward than the king himself, and he couldn't wait.
He is the chief wise man of the alchemists and the president of the guild. He has always supported the king's glorious plan-
Wouldn't it be wonderful to burn the city and let the traitors perish in flames, or to have a burned capital?
Rossart bowed slightly, turned around and left quickly. He was going to issue the king's order.
The king seemed to have thought of some wonderful scene, and another man laughed crazily. Then the laughter gradually became lower and turned into a suppressed gasp. In his muddy purple pupils, the flame of paranoia was igniting.
Aerys hopes that this "gift" he has prepared for himself and the city will make the rebels happy.
"Want to rob the capital built by the conqueror? Want to kill me in Aegon I's castle?"
Aerys's voice sounded in the empty throne room.
"Rebels! Rebels! Shameless traitors - do you think you can defeat me like this? All you can get is charred bones and roasted flesh!"
And he will be reborn in the flames and become the King of Ashes!
The king who was talking to himself finally evolved his final madness.
Completely ignoring the absence of any audience, his voice got louder and louder, with an almost crazy excitement.
"King's Landing will turn into a sea of fire! All of you must be buried with me! Only the true dragon----"
Mad King's face flashed with a morbid light, "Only a true dragon! Will be reborn from the ashes and return to the world! I will become the King of Fire and continue to rule this scorched land! At that time, you will all kneel in the ashes, praying for the king's mercy and my forgiveness!"
His shouts echoed in the empty throne room, hitting the walls and bouncing off countless tiny echoes, like a sneer from hell.
The chaos outside the palace seemed to be getting closer and closer. The Westerlands army was shouting to kill, the rich businessmen were crying, the civilians were screaming, and the crackling sound of burning houses - but the king paid no attention to these.
After shouting with all his strength, he stumbled back to sit on the throne that was still his at this time, regardless of the fact that his palms were cut and scratched by those sharp thorns.
There was a satisfied smile on his twisted face.
He finally found his destiny, not being surrounded by rebels, nor being killed by Tywin, nor being captured by Robert, but in the blazing fire, becoming the "King of Ashes" in his imagination.
Sitting on Iron Throne, the exhausted Aerys muttered incoherently, "No one - no one can judge the true dragon and hinder the King of Ashes, not even God -"
Tywin, Robert, did you two hear it!
"----No one in this world can judge me, not even Seven!!"
"The Mountain"Gregor·Clegane: