Bingling did not have Valyrian steel chainmail on her body, so she suffered some skin injuries. The blood on her snow-white body looked so dazzling.
Gary cured Dragon Wings of the three Dragon one by one, then came to Bingling, helped her pull out several spears and swords stuck in her body, and treated her wounds.
Bingling couldn't help but joke, "The weapons of these Seven believers are sharp and well-made. It seems that mankind's forging technology has also improved over the past thousands of years."
Gary released Magic to heal her injuries and responded with a smile, "These weapons are Gold Cloaks's standard weapons and are usually stored in the weapons depot of the barracks in the city. Presumably these Sparrows took advantage of the chaos and broke into Gold Cloaks's barracks and snatched them from there."
Bingling took a few glances at the "clothes" of Drogon and the three dragons, and said with envy, "Luke, is that Valyrian steel? It's really ugly... but it's quite practical. You can make one for me too."
Gary nodded. The three chainmails of Dragon were already completely close to the body and were a little too small. It was time to make these chainmails bigger again.
"When the situation at Crownlands stabilizes, I will start forging at Red Keep."
Jaime led a thousand Gold Cloaks to clean up the battlefield. These corpses must not be left in King's Landing to avoid causing a plague.
"Da da..."
A Gold Cloaks rode up to Jaime, dismounted and reported some things. After hearing this, Jaime's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly found Gary.
"Your Majesty, Old Gate in the north has been lost, Tyrion has been captured..."
Old Gate is the north gate of King's Landing. There are four thousand Gold Cloaks stationed there. How could it suddenly fall?
Gary asked in a deep voice, "Where did the army come from?"
While the two were talking, seven more Gold Cloaks arrived on fast horses. "Your Majesty, Dragon Gate has been captured..."
"Your Majesty, Iron Gate has been lost..."
"Your Majesty the King, Gate of the Gods also..."
"Lion Gate..."
"King's Gate..."
"Linhemen..."
King's Landing A total of seven City Gate were destroyed.
But this is normal. The other six City Gates don't have many Gold Cloakss on duty, but Old Gate... hiss, something is wrong.
Gary first patiently healed all the wounds of Bingling, and then began to issue orders, "Jaime, you and these Gold Cloaks stay behind Red Keep. Melisandre, you and the deer also stay."
He stared at Teresa who was trying to sneak away, "Holy Maiden, you come with me to support Old Gate."
This made Teresa, who was ready to digest the food, a little uncomfortable. She said with a sad face, "I know, Your Majesty... Your Majesty the King."
Gary left four more Giants cavalry to guard the Red Keep gate to prevent sneak attacks by the enemy.
Daenerys rode on the back of Drogon, lifted up his visor, and said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, I will go with you. Miss Tyrell must have encountered some trouble since she has not been in the city for so long!"
Gary secretly clenched his fists, yes, there are more than 10,000 the North coalition troops, so many troops, their arrival was restrained by something.
He grabbed Teresa and jumped on the back of Bingling, "Let's go to the north of King's Landing to see what happened."
King's Landing North, Old Gate.
Tyrion was tied up at the top of the city and stood on the battlements tremblingly. "I didn't expect that Cersei would mix all the 20,000 coalition troops into the refugees outside the city. No wonder it was like disappearing out of thin air."
Qyburn said with a sly smile, "Master Tyrion, you are wrong this time. If you could take a walk outside the city, you would be able to see some clues. It's a pity that you have been staying at Red Keep and lost this God-given opportunity, which is why you ended up like this."
Tyrion felt confident, "What? Do you still dare to kill me?"
Qyburn smiled ferociously, "Her Majesty the Queen Mother has already given instructions to chop you into pieces, but I think it would be better for you to hang yourself on the city wall, just to boost the morale of our army!"
He kicked Tyrion over and kicked the dwarf Hand of the King off the city wall.
Tyrion had a rope tied to his body. This rope was originally something that bound him, but instead became his life-saving thing.
It's just that this rope has a loop around his neck. Due to gravity, the loop is shrinking, strangling him and almost suffocating him.
"Whoops!"
An ice arrow shot through the rope hanging Tyrion, and then a soft water ball, like jelly, caught the falling Tyrion.
Another ice arrow flew over and directly broke the rope on Tyrion's body, allowing him to regain his freedom without even damaging his clothes.
Four Dragon flew over the city wall, and three orange-red Dragonfire swept along the city wall, burning and killing thousands of Westerlands coalition troops on the city wall.
As for the giant ballistae on the city wall, which were specially designed to deal with Dragon, they became a joke. They could not shoot through the Valyrian steel chainmail armor on Dragon.
Gary silently injects the magical power of Primal Stone into Bingling. This magical power that has not been transformed into Mana brings a huge burden to Gary's body.
However, the power it brings is also extremely impressive.
On the plain outside the city.
Twenty thousand Westerlands coalition troops suddenly burst out of the refugee gathering place, catching Margaery by surprise. Fortunately, everyone was already in a state of high mental stress. Although there were small losses, they returned to defense in time.
For some reason, another 10,000 Vale coalition troops appeared from behind the the North army.
Margaery thought they were reinforcements at first, but when the Vale coalition forces rushed into the the North coalition army's formation and faced their "own people" with swords, she finally realized that someone had betrayed her!
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Under attack from two sides, the the North coalition forces suffered heavy losses and were unable to organize an effective counterattack.
"Boom!"
A streak of white Dragonfire fell from the sky, and the Westerlands soldiers that came into contact with the white Dragonfire instantly evaporated, leaving no trace behind.
Just this White Dragon flame swept across twenty meters, leaving a horizontal ditch about half a meter deep and five meters wide on the ground. Dozens of Westerlands cavalry, including their men and horses, disappeared without a trace.
A huge white figure shrouded everyone's hearts. This dragon king, which together was larger than the other three Dragon, was watching everyone at the moment.
Mrs. Anya Waywood Earl on horseback turned pale and screamed, "The fourth Dragon? Luke·Stark. There are four Dragons, and they are still such big adult Dragon! Baelish, you have done me a terrible job!"
She turned back to look for Baelish, but the cunning Baelish knew that the battle would be lost the moment she saw Bingling, and had already sneaked away.
Bingling once again sprayed out Dragonfire, which was as white as holy light, completely erasing the existence of the enemy.
Three Dragon also rushed outside the city at this time, spitting out Dragonfire together with Bingling.
"Bang!"
Sixteen Giants cavalry directly smashed Old Gate's two thick City Gate. After all, they were not as fast as Dragon, so they seemed a little late.
Gary looked at the heavy casualties of the the North coalition forces, heartbroken, and roared, "Burn them all to death! Don't leave any of them behind!"