Gary saw Red Keep that a large number of Gold Cloaks had gathered outside, so he broke the giant wolf into pieces and turned into hundreds of half-human-high ice wolves again, controlling them to run towards the castle gate to defend.
He told Sandor and Brienne, "Protect Bran and Arya, and then... take care of Cersei. You stay here, I will go down alone."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Brienne bowed his head and said yes.
Sandor also nodded, and then looked at Jaime provocatively. In the past, labor and management were your Lannister dogs, and I didn't dare to show off any of you Lannisters when I saw them. Things are different now, and I didn't expect that one day I would ride on your head.
Arya brandished the soul-hunting spear and caught up with Gary, "Luke, I'll go with you."
Gary to Arya already have the ability to protect themselves. What they lack is experience. It is impossible for them to protect her for a lifetime, so they nodded and agreed.
"Well, keep up."
Arya happily waved goodbye to Bran and trotted downstairs following Gary.
After Gary and Arya left, the atmosphere at Throne Room changed subtly. Brienne followed Bran conscientiously and followed Bran like a shadow.
Sandor came to Cersei and Jaime with his head held high, and stood there staring at them closely.
Tyrion coughed dryly, "Sandor, take a good look at Mrs. Cersei, Ser Jaime and I have something to say."
Sandor nodded yes.
Jaime turned his head suspiciously, as if he wanted to ask Tyrion what he wanted to do?
Tyrion winked at him and motioned for him to come over.
The two of them walked out of Throne Room, came to the window in the corridor, and looked at the door below.
Jaime looked back at Cersei very worriedly, "Tyrion, what are you going to say? Cersei needs someone to take care of her now. I can't just leave her like this."
Tyrion rubbed his sore forehead, "Jaime, if you really want Cersei to survive, remember to keep your distance from her. Do you think His Majesty asked you to guard her? Cersei, is it to see you and her deepening your relationship? That's to test your loyalty! Don't tell me you can't see why you lose your mind as soon as Cersei is involved."
Jaime smiled bitterly, how could he not know it?
Tyrion pointed to the castle gate that was making constant banging noises below, "You should go down and help His Majesty now, and persuade those Gold Cloaks who are attacking the city to surrender for him to show your loyalty. Only if Your Majesty trusts you, Cersei will have the possibility to survive. Otherwise..."
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Gary was suspicious of Jaime and did not allow him to participate in more important actions.
Jaime must have figured it out. He held Bright-Roar around his waist, turned around and walked down the spiral staircase.
Tyrion breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the situation at the gate of the castle with concern. Luke His Majesty did not bring an army, and without Dragon, could Magic alone really withstand more than four thousand Gold Cloaks?
Within Throne Room.
Qyburn was helping Cersei treat his wounds. Sandor stared at these two people, observing their every move.
Suddenly!
The headless the Mountain, which was burning with Flame, twitched violently, as if it was about to turn over?
This shocked Sandor. He picked up the long sword on the ground and walked over to check it out.
Qyburn also took this opportunity to whisper to Cersei, "Your Majesty the Queen Mother, do you need me to go outside the city?"
Cersei shook his head slightly and whispered, "Don't act rashly first. We need to find Tommen and rescue him before we fight back."
She thought Tommen was in the hands of Gary, so she was timid and did not dare to take any action.
Qyburn added, "The fact that four thousand Gold Cloaks can attack here means that the North does not have much strength in King's Landing. Your Majesty, please relax, we still have the strength to fight."
Cersei sneered, "I'm afraid it's not just the army, Luke·Stark didn't even bring Dragon. He mistakenly believed in his own Magic strength, which just gave us an opportunity to take advantage of."
Qyburn hesitated to speak, he always felt that Gary's Magic was not as simple as it seemed.
Perhaps, this King in the North can really use the more powerful Magic, the kind...Magic that can change the situation of the battle. That's why he dared to take risks and came to King's Landing alone.
Cersei endured the severe pain and gritted his teeth and said, "Go and open the door to Red Keep and let those Gold Cloaks in. I want to see how powerful King in the North can be!"
"Yes!" Qyburn nodded in agreement.
Sandor slashed the Mountain's body several more times, cutting it into several sections, and then returned to Cersei's side after confirming that there was no threat.
"What are you talking about?" He walked over with his sword in hand and happened to see Cersei's mouth moving. He suspected that Cersei and Qyburn had conspired something and asked doubtfully.
At this moment, a large amount of blood overflowed from Cersei's severed limb, and the originally bandaged wound burst open again.
Qyburn stood up sweating profusely and said, "We don't have enough wound medicine and bandages. I have to get some."
Of course Sandor would not let Qyburn leave like this, "Wait a minute, what did she just say to you?"
Tyrion heard the noise and came over, "What's wrong?"
Qyburn quickly explained, "The Queen Mother Cersei is worried about the safety of His Majesty Tommen, and wants me to ask you where you took His Majesty Tommen. I... I think it is best to help Queen Mother Cersei heal her injuries first? If she continues to bleed like this, the Queen Mother will definitely die."
Tyrion is also doubting Qyburn's intention, "Sandor, go get bandages and wound medicine with him. If he makes any abnormal move, kill him directly."
Sandor nodded, and he patted Qyburn on the back with his sword, "Let's go, Lord Master of Whisperers."
Qyburn smiled apologetically and led the way, leaving Throne Room with Sandor and heading to his room to get the medicine.
Tyrion looked around and shouted loudly, "Where are Red Keep's servants? Where have they died?"
The ice wolf did not attack the servants and maids whose combat effectiveness was almost zero. They were probably hiding.
Qyburn and Sandor walked down the stairs one after the other and came to the courtyard behind Red Keep. "Sir Sandor, please follow me. Rookery is in front."
Sandor has lived in Red Keep for more than ten years. Of course he knows the location of Rookery. "Rookery is where Grand Maester lives. Where is Pycelle? Why is he not in Red Keep?"
Qyburn walked in front of Sandor and said with a smile, "Pycelle Grand Maester bought a house in the city and moved there. He left Rookery to me to take care of it and would come over every day to take care of it."
"Ehhhhh..."
Sandor grabbed Qyburn's shoulders, "What's the sound? You don't know how to hide an ambush, do you?"
Qyburn smiled gloomily, "Sir, you are really smart..."
Before he finished speaking, dozens of knights wearing plate armor walked out of the plant maze in the courtyard. Each of them wore a helmet and face shield, making it impossible to see their true appearance.
Sandor made a prompt decision and slashed at Qyburn with his sword.
But those plate armor knights rushed over desperately, using their bodies to protect Qyburn.
Sandor's long sword struck the back of one of the plate armor knights, creating a crack in the plate armor. The purple flesh and blood inside slowly flowed out, and the unpleasant smell filled the air, making people sick.