The dragon was so powerful that it conquered Seven Kingdoms, but the dragon only had three heads.
In order to better consolidate the rule, Iron Throne obviously needs more easy-to-operate tools to assist.
King Maegor who has a dragon has seen what Pyromancer can do, so this is the case, let alone Targaryen who doesn't have a dragon now?
"Lord Hand, where are you going?"
Among Red Keep, Kingsguard, the last remaining one, asked, awakening the wise men who were excitedly reviewing the great history of the Alchemy Guild.
Rossart was walking through the corridor of Red Keep, excitedly preparing to implement the king's plan. He didn't notice that he was also being watched by others.
He thought to himself that maybe Alchemists' Guild now is no longer what it was back then. In addition to refining metals and magical substances, it can also play with many interesting things----
But with the king's support, he has the opportunity to engrav the guild's name in the history of Westeros again - even if it means a little notoriety.
The young white knight opposite whom he had only met a few times blocked his way, and President Rossart didn't take it seriously.
He knew that he was just a stupid young man who was full of chivalry and had no idea about Pyromancer and the greatness of magic in the past.
Thinking of the new identity given to him by the king, the wise man Rossart put on the airs of Hand of the King and said rudely to the son of Hand of the King who was blocking the way, "Ser Jaime, your duty is to protect the queen and the king's youngest son----"
Halfway through his words, he suddenly remembered that the queen and her son had been sent to Dragonstone by the king. The boy in front of him was not sent out to continue guarding the two royal members. Apparently Aerys II wanted to keep him and forced the Duke of Westerlands to express his position.
But now everything is useless----
Rossart felt a little uninterested, and left a sentence "I still want to help the king!", and wanted to bypass this person and go out to implement his and the king's plan.
"Doing something for the king? You really have a problem!"
Reminded by the Minister of Intelligence, Jaime·Lannister, who came specially to intercept, pulled Rossart, who was in a hurry.
In the weak struggle of the other party, who was completely helpless, he directly lifted the half-way monk Seven Kingdoms Hand of the King into the servant's room on the edge of the corridor like a chicken.
In the corner behind the corridor, a corner of the cloak flashed past, it was "Logan" prying into other people's secrets again----
"Tell me, what do you want to do for the king?"
The golden sword forged by Lannisport's top craftsmen shines brightly under Jaime's hands. It seems that if Rossart doesn't explain clearly, he won't be able to walk out of this room alive.
"Jaime--Sir, what exactly do you want to know?"
Seeing that his Hand of the King identity was useless, Rossart swallowed his saliva, feeling a little helpless like "a wise man meets a soldier".
"I want to know Wildfire!"
At this point, Jaime has a direct showdown.
"Wildfire? Haha, that's what laymen call it. This name is a bit inappropriate. Is it wild? Maybe yes, this kind of substance seems difficult to control to mortals. Water cannot extinguish it, and iron plates cannot completely block it, so we will only create them in bare rooms----"
Rossart is an old man, and it is impossible to reveal the king and his specific plans to a young man who seems to want to do "justice", so he began to talk about him.
"--The wise men will produce this substance with great care and ancient magic. The wise men's assistants and the apprentices of the guild will transport them to a safe storage area for placement.
Even if an apprentice is careless and accidentally causes this substance to spontaneously ignite, the compartments in the storage area will quickly collapse and the entire room will be flooded with enough sand--even if it catches fire and will not go out unless it burns out, it still needs enough air to do this--"
The young man in white robe was impatient.
"I'm not here to listen to your stories, Rossart--a wise man? I guess you are also a smart man. I just want to know from your mouth where are all your bullshit "materials" hidden?"
Jaime heard before that Aerys II ordered his Pyromancers to bury Wildfire underground throughout the city.
He learned about the Westerlands army's entry into the city and realized that it was time to end everything.
It is true that Kingsguard's duty is to protect the king and the royal family, but he will not allow someone to turn the entire King's Landing and his people into a huge crematorium because of his own selfishness.
-Targaryen royal family's traditional death ceremony is cremation. No matter they have a dragon or not.
The young white knight was shocked for a moment, and then under stress reaction, he killed the evil warlock Hand of the King without allowing the evil order to be conveyed.
If the plan is still just a plan, the White Knight can barely tolerate it, but it is difficult for him to sit back and watch the fact that "Wildfire burns King's Landing" really happen before his eyes.
Aerys II fell into complete madness. Just like the former "Bright Flame" Ilion, he actually believed that Wildfire could not kill him, but could make him "transform in the fire and transform into a real dragon", and then crush his enemies with the body of a giant dragon?
It turned out that the king did not mean to intimidate or threaten others, but really wanted to implement the plan.
How ridiculous. Jaime thought to himself.
The knight's heart gave him strength.
His father also always said that Lannister family members should be like a lion, possessing extraordinary courage.
Cleaning his sword, Jaime·Lannister made preparations, planning to meet the king alone, to persuade him that the situation was over, and to urge him to start negotiations with Lord Tywin and his father in the city----
The door to the throne room was pushed open.
A tall figure rushed in against the dim light.
The golden armor and white cloak are spotless. As the younger brother of the golden twins, Jaime still looks so good.
Anyone who sees it must say that he is handsome and has a bright future.
He clenched his fists and felt his palms tighten slightly.
Jaime heard the bad news about Westerlands's army looting the city, and also intercepted the king's crazy idea of burning down the capital and letting everyone be buried with him——
He still remembered that he swore allegiance to his king at the opening ceremony of the Harrenhal tournament in front of thousands of people, and became a glorious Kingsguard.
But at this moment, Jaime had to come alone to see this demented king who had fallen into madness with determination.
When he came, the king was pacing back and forth in front of Iron Throne, his scarred and bloody hands twitching and twisting, muttering to himself, "Burn them! Burn them----"
This idiot always gets cut by Iron Throne----
Jaime's mind turned to this idea.
"Your Majesty."
He knelt on one knee, his voice trembled imperceptibly, but his expression was still firm.
"I have received news that Westerlands's army has controlled most of Xicheng District, and the situation is over. Please take back your order, stop igniting Wildfire's order, and leave a way for hundreds of thousands of people to survive."
When the king heard the voice, he slowly turned his head. The pupils in his eyes shrank to pinpoints and seemed to be trembling. A weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Well? A way out?"
The king tried his best to stand up straight, but he still looked so stooped.
"Did your father tell you this? Tywin, do you still want to let me live?"
Jaime's body stiffened suddenly. He thought that he was also protecting the king.
"My father's choice has nothing to do with me."
He raised his head and met the king's gaze, "I only know that the people of King's Landing are innocent, and they should not be buried with your anger and bigotry!"
"Innocent? What innocence!"
The king suddenly became furious and lowered his head and yelled, "Tell me, who is innocent? Is it the Robert I who rebelled and killed my son, or your Warden of the West who deceived the monarch, seized the city gate, and went on a killing spree? The traitor Tywin, I want him dead!"
He leaned over and roared, but his voice was hoarse. The king shouted too often today, but there was still a biting chill on his face. "You want me to take back my life? Yes. My Ser Jaime, my Kingsguard, you go and bring the head of your traitor father, and I will spare this city and spare those innocent people?"
Yes, the offering is the father's head, or you claim to be rebellious.
The king will never choose to surrender, whether to Robert or Tywin!
Under the current circumstances, it is obviously impossible to be loyal to the king and his father at the same time.
Jaime's face turned pale, and he stood up suddenly, feeling the pain of being torn apart in his heart.
Looking at the handsome young face below becoming distorted, the king felt a sense of relief that his eldest son had once been so handsome.
He seemed to realize that his idea just now was a good one, and he couldn't help laughing, "Otherwise, today, everyone will have to be reborn in the fire with me. Of course, including that damn Tywin! How about it, Ser Jaime, your choice is——"
The young iron guard's chest rose and fell violently, and the white cloak behind him swayed slightly, revealing the golden color inside from time to time.
On one side is the oath of allegiance to the king, on the other side is the life of innocent people;
On one side is the father who is connected by blood, and on the other side is the city that is about to be destroyed.
The young knight gave up choosing between the king and his father, and instead followed his heart.
The white cloak settled according to the master's intention, gently covering the golden armor underneath.
The king admired his hesitation, sneered, and was about to turn around and walk back to the throne, when he saw a trace of determination flashing on the Casterly Rock young lion's handsome face.
He slowly started to walk, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The golden long sword was steadily unsheathed in the dim light. When the sword came out of the sheath, it made a crisp "choking" sound.
The hall is empty and echoes softly.
When Jaime walked towards Iron Throne, a flash of inspiration flashed in the king's eyes.
At this moment, he understood the young iron guard's expression and knew what it meant.
His eyes suddenly widened, and the mouth that had just issued the order to burn the city opened in shock. He looked around the empty throne room - as the king's mind became more and more unstable, few people dared to approach him anymore - he seemed ready to turn around and run away.
Jaime Knight ended the greatest dynasty in the history of the Western Continent with just one sword.
A sword "grows" from the king's chest.
Blood gurgled out along the seam of the sword, staining Aerys II's chest red.
The dragon skulls hanging on the high walls of the throne room were watching everything happening below with their empty eyes.
Red Keep The only remaining Kingsguard pulled out his golden sword and pierced the king he had sworn to be loyal to from behind.
Valyria Before death, the last descendant of the Dragon King was no different from ordinary people. He would still feel pain and scream until he lost consciousness and could no longer scream.
So simple.
Jaime xin said.
The real king shouldn't die so easily? Nor should he die in the hands of Kingsguard wearing a white robe?
"No, this guy is not a king----"
Recalling his identity as an iron guard, Ser Jaime was wearing the blood-stained white robe, looking at Aerys II's body that was no longer twitching on the ground, and murmured.
The sunlight shining through the stained glass coated the white knight's whole body with a golden halo, but the lion-like courage gradually disappeared from the body of the oath-breaking knight.
The strength to support him was gone.
Jaime·Lannister, who was only seventeen years old, said to himself:
It's just a beast wearing a crown----
There was silence in the throne room.
No one can hear me.
Only the king's body lay quietly on the ground, but this heartless knight who betrayed his oath used his sins to save the royal capital from being burned down and protect the lives of hundreds of thousands of civilians.
However.
No third party knows about it----
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