Take the ride to dominate the game

Chapter 151
The little devil looked shocked, threw the wine glass in his hand, and pulled out his special small sword from his waist.

But it was too late, and at some point Meryn Tran, the Kingsguard, stepped in and knocked Tyrion to the ground with the hilt of his sword.

"No." The little devil didn't care about his bleeding head, "I...I got Levi for you."

He was hit hard on the head, and he couldn't stand up anymore, and he couldn't even speak well.

Cersei looked disgusted, stretched her neck and cursed: "If it weren't for your bad idea, how could my son die at the hands of Sand Snake?"

It was helpless for them to secretly send Tommen away in Duskendale.Even if Cersei and Tyrion fall into the hands of Stannis, they may be temporarily killed, but Tommen can't.

Whoever is going to deal with this matter has a similar idea, but the angry Cersei still puts the account on his younger brother Tyrion.

Language seems to have a special magical power, and the words spoken can strengthen the emotions in the mind.

Cersei's hatred of Tyrion reached a new climax, "Take it secretly into the dungeon, wait until my uncle leaves King's Landing, and immediately execute him. It is said to the outside world that the killer left by Stannis did it."

Because of Kevan, Cersei didn't dare to order her younger brother to be killed on the spot, but her uncle set off immediately, and Tyrion would live for more than ten hours.

After Marin Tran nodded and saluted, he carried the little devil like a chicken and left.

With her father dead and Jaime gone, Cersei can finally do what she wants without any scruples.

……

Junlin City, the residence of the Rose family.

Garland stared motionlessly at the map spread out on the table. Beside him, Loras slumped in a wicker chair.

Little Rose Margaery looked resentful, staring at her two useless brothers.

"Father is still in the hands of the Hejian people, can't you think of a way? And the lions, they don't even let Loras in the Red Castle. What's the reason?"

Since the capture of King's Landing, Kevan assigned all Lannister soldiers to garrison the Red Keep and key locations in the city. The Riverbend soldiers were only allowed to enter 3000 people, and their job was to maintain order in civilian areas such as flea nests.

Loras finally made up his mind, "Anyway, Cersei and the king don't need my protection, why don't I go to Harrenhal and replace my father."

Although he had taken the oath, Cersei refused to allow him to protect the king personally, on the grounds that Tommen was frightened and could not see strangers for a while.

"Calm down, grandma is already on the way, and she will be in King's Landing soon, and I'll make plans then." Garland reassured his younger brother and sister.

Ten days ago, after the news of the Duke of Metz's capture spread, a letter from High Court said that Mrs. Olenna had gone north.

"What about the father?" Margaery, who was staring at her, asked her brother, "Do you just leave it alone?"

Garland pointed out the locations of King's Landing and Harrenhal on the map to his sister.

"Although most of the servants are gone, we still have [-] warriors, the lion family has less than [-], and the dragon owner barely counts as [-]. Whoever we support is the real king. You understand this truth ?"

Margaery glanced at her second brother, "If you have something to say, is it possible that you want to take all the lions in the Red Castle and dedicate them to the dragon owners?"

The people of Hewan have already paid tens of thousands of people for Tommen, Cersei and others. If they support a new king at this time, many lower-level lords may complain.

"No, I mean, the Lions need our support more than ever."

Whoever the people of Hewan turn to will be stronger than the other kings.

So if the Queen Mother Cersei has a little brains, she should show more sincerity to win over her strongest ally.

"But what about father? Can't you send a powerful person to rescue him? For example, Earls such as Tully, Brebar, Fossoway, Mary Weiss, and Hewitt."

Garland shook his head, "Except for Randyll Tarly, the rest of the people my sister mentioned are incompetent people who will only show off at tournaments and masquerade balls. They can give as many soldiers as they bring. How many people will the dragon give away? And we have offended Lan Dao severely, so don't point at him to help us do things wholeheartedly."

As long as the strength of the Riverbend Army is still there, the Duke of Mace will be a distinguished guest everywhere, so Garland is not too worried about his father.

"I have a good relationship with Arthur. I'd better go to Harrenhal to see if we can negotiate terms. After all, my father is also the lord of the first realm and the guardian of the southern realm. It's always so... I can't bear face."

Garland glanced at his younger brother who didn't care about anything, "After I ask Cersei, the lions are trading with the valley, maybe they can help."

All three of them are a little dissatisfied with the current situation, but they can't tear themselves apart with the Lion family, and they can't cooperate well with Cersei. They can only make do with it and wait for their grandmother, the Queen of Thorns, to preside over the overall situation.

……

Riverland, a village on the east side of God's Eye Lake.

Sandor Clegane, who was in pain all over his body, slowly narrowed his eyes. The itching from the wound and his head was like ants crawling, making him want to scratch it several times.

This is a small log cabin, the smell of herbs permeates the whole room, a monk in brown robe is busy with something.

"Give me some wine, any wine is fine, wine is the best."

Brother Meribald with a rough face turned his head, glanced at the wounded he rescued, and said, "Son, your body is still recovering, so don't drink now. I'll get you some water, if you think If it doesn't taste good, I'll mix it with some alfalfa juice."

He is a devout monk. For 40 years, he roamed throughout the riverland, presided over weddings for the common people, and listened to their confessions.

"Alfalfa? That's for plowing horses. Even war horses don't eat it. People call me a hound, and you must know the consequences of not giving me wine."

Sandor Clegane sat up with difficulty, staring at the old monk with a painful expression.

"I hear to you, Sandor, a wretched and tormented soul, a sinner who mocked the gods and others. Now that the Seven have given you new life, forget the Hounds of old and be Sandor's again. Live on the name."

The Hound's reputation is slightly lower than that of his brother, the Mountain, but the well-informed old monk still has heard of it.

"Loyalty, fighting, and drinking are what I should do. You don't want to bind me with the seven gods. My horse, the Stranger, is named after a god." Sandor said.

Brother Meribald shook his head, poured the prepared water mixed with alfalfa juice into a wooden cup, and walked over to pass it to Sandor.

"You serve faithfully without feeling the pride that comes with it. You fight hard, but there is no joy in victory. You drink like water, but wine only slows your conscience and brings you nothing more. What you do So what's the point?"

Sandor glanced at the old monk and drank the strange glass of water.

"All I did was to kill my old brother one day, Greg Clegane. You're right, I have no point in living in the future, so I can only use bad ale to annihilate my revenge." I'm angry."

The past few months have been so bizarre that Sandor feels like his brother's death has been years ago.

Before, there was an idea that Arya could make him live a little bit, but now there is nothing at all.

What a terrible thought it was to kill his own brother, but Sandor said it naturally.

The old monk was also agitated by this astonishing statement, but he didn't show it.

"Everyone in the world is filthy, and you don't need to clear yourself up, because you don't care. But for the sake of saving your life, can you help me build a small church? Your strength is stronger than all farmers, and your height far surpassed them."

Sandor finished his drink and remained silent.

At this time, an old dog came running slowly, wagging its head and tail at Meribald's feet.

Sandor looked at the dog, held out his hand for the dog to come, and scratched the dog's ear.

"Okay, I'll build the church for you, and you will take care of the food for me."

He didn't know what to do in the future, so he agreed.

Brother Meribald nodded in relief, then turned around and went on with what he was doing.

……

Outside Harrenhal.

Under the light of several torches, Arthur finally saw clearly the forest witch called "ghost".

Except for her short stature, she is basically a standard old woman, old, hunchbacked, with pale and wrinkled skin, and needs a black crutch to stand firmly.

"Hello, old woman from Noble Heart." Hejian Wang greeted first.

If the records are correct, the old woman in front of her was the only "person" who survived the tragedy at Midsummer Hall.

Whether she is a "human" is hard to say, there is a high probability that she is a child of the forest who has mixed into human society.

"Hello, handsome king." Although the witch was on crutches, her legs and feet were quite nimble.

When she saw a group of soldiers approaching, she hurriedly hid under the tree, but she climbed out again when she saw that the visitors were harmless.

"It's like this. Your existence has disturbed the farmers in Helun Town, so I want to ask you to return to Noble Heart. I can send you enough food."

The witch didn't respond, but asked something else.

"I heard that you plan to send this heart tree to Qianmianyu and transplant it again?"

Arthur readily admitted, "Yes, because of the curse of Harrenhal..."

He explained the cause and effect again.

"You and your half-baked bachelor got it wrong. The curse works because of the bleeding souls, just chant scriptures to them. The old god is the god of nature, how can there be such power as a blood witch? And also with the ancestor king It doesn't matter at all, his curse only works in the Great Desolate Tomb, and it's useless outside that hillside." The old witch directly pointed out the mistake.

Arthur smiled sheepishly, "I don't know anything about magic, and Qyburn has only heard about it a little bit, so... In this case, should we plant this tree back?"

Judging from the fact that the Three-Eyed Raven's body was trapped north of the Great Wall, the power of the Old Gods was already very weak, and the weirwood couldn't be chopped down casually.

"No need. The old gods are at work, and I can't sleep. I dreamed that a tree sank into a big lake, and others found four dragons. I dreamed that a black-eyed king came to the Isle of Thousand Faces and found a black sword. I dreamed..."

While talking, the old witch walked near the weirwood face pattern.

Arthur and the soldiers followed, but because they couldn't see clearly, King He Jian took a torch and moved forward.

The old witch was still babbling.

"I dreamed that the black-eyed king married a red-haired she-wolf, and they gave birth to nine children. I dreamed..."

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the torch in Arthur's hand, and floated onto the face of the old witch before he could react, and then disappeared.

Shadow?

Arthur knew it was not good, and Stannis used this thing to attack and kill Renly.

So he retreated hastily, and at the same time let the soldiers surround him to protect himself.

But the old witch who was possessed by the shadow moved faster, pounced on Arthur's neck like a monkey, and strangled him desperately.

Arthur exhausted all his strength, but still couldn't pull the old witch's hands away.

Nearby soldiers also gathered around to help their king, but to no avail.

In desperation, Arthur whispered to the big baby Alduin.

It may have only been two or three minutes, but in the eyes of King Hejian, the whole world stopped for a few years, all sounds and feelings seemed to be stripped away, and he was leaving his body.

Finally, Alduin, with his big wings fluttering, flew to his master, opened his mouth and sprayed, and a stream of dragon flame landed on the old witch's head with precision.

The nearby soldiers avoided them one after another.

Fortunately, Alduin still knew not to hurt his master, so Arthur, who gradually regained his senses, only felt scorched.

The old witch's hands gradually lost strength, and the King of the River easily threw her to the ground.

However, Alduin refused to let go, opened his mouth wide and sprayed with all his strength, directly burning the old witch into black coals.

Arthur, who was slumped on the ground, took a deep breath and carefully recalled what happened just now.

After the shadow possessed the old witch, her pupils turned pure black, which looked extremely scary.

This must have been done by Stannis using the shadow magic of Rohela, the Lord of Light.

According to the scarlet witch Melisandre who can use shadow magic, the Lord of Light is likely to be the God of Shadow at the same time.

Before this, the forest witch should have no malicious intentions, and her words and prophecies also have merit.

According to her prophecy, the king with black eyes will find a black sword on the Isle of Thousand Faces.

Of the known kings, only Arthur is black-eyed.

The reference of the black sword is unknown, but it probably has a special meaning, such as a missing Valyrian steel sword.

After a while, Arthur stood up, surrounded by Alduin and the soldiers, and returned to Harrenhal.

That night, after hearing that King Hejian was attacked for no reason, Sansa and Arianne ran to his room to express their condolences.

Although the two girls didn't communicate much, they still sensed the threat from each other, so they competed to take care of Arthur one by one, which disturbed him from sleeping well in the middle of the night.

Until he took the next battle as the most important thing and sent the second daughter away in the name of needing a rest.

After waking up the next day, a very bad news was waiting for King Hejian.

Gudi has dispatched an advance force to go out of the blood gate and start to clean up the Alpine clan near the valley avenue.

It is said that several great nobles in the valley are gathering their troops, preparing to respond to King Tommen's call to quell the "rebellion" in the riverland.

(End of this chapter)