Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

261. Broken spider web

Harrenhal had just experienced a heavy rain.

Attis stroked the city wall, as if he was on a cliff wrapped in a strong wind. The arrogance of Harren, the black-hearted man, who wanted to rely on the castle to fight against the dragon flames, seemed to have turned into these twisted and deformed towering towers, just like Harren's outstretched palm touching the dark sky, telling the unwillingness that was beyond human control.

He looked far to the south, which was the direction of King's Landing.

The riverlands were open, and even the heavy cavalry in the valley would not take too long to rush back and forth.

He arrived before the main force of the army. After temporarily solving the problem with the North, the situation in King's Landing was the top priority.

"I'm afraid it will rain more, my lord." Harold Hatton's voice appeared beside him, drowning out the sound of the wind.

Fires had appeared one after another between the walls of Harrenhal towers, and the dim light reflected by the wet mail and helmets could still be vaguely seen.

The sky was too cold.

The Duke walked down the tower without saying a word, and Harold followed behind. The huge spiral staircase surrounded the tower, and there was no other sound except the footsteps of the two.

It was not until the two stepped on the ragged grass under the city wall that the silence was completely broken by the sound of rain, wind and grass.

"This wind comes from the north, hovering over Harrenhal for a long time, and continues to the south." Artis said.

Harold frowned and looked at the sky, "I'm afraid the rain will continue, my lord."

The Duke opened his arms, "I don't know how much rain and gloom the sky of Harrenhal has added to King's Landing."

King's Landing was in a mess, and the rain came at a coincidence.

The accumulated water "dripping" flowed out from the cracks in the secret passage. Varys twitched his nose, holding the wall with his hand, and a rough and sticky feeling came from his palm. The gravel and soil mixed with water stuck to his hand, which was disgusting.

Sansa, this child, is a step slower after all, he sighed in his heart.

There was no Stark girl in the pre-designed location, so he could only let his little bird stay for one more day, and his pace might not be able to keep up with the changes in the situation.

Why didn't Joffrey die? Why didn't Joffrey die? Why didn't Joffrey die!

Varys lifted his robe and walked forward in the deep water in the secret passage, with water plants on his forehead. How could there be water plants in this damn place?

He panted and wiped the water off his head, but he didn't know whether it was feces, urine, rain or sweat, or a mixture of all of these.

The water had risen to his calves, and the stench of King's Landing seemed to be hidden in these rolling bubbles. Varys stepped hard with his calves and ran along the familiar route.

The wooden ladder came into view, Varys stopped, and the heavy breathing gradually subsided at this time. He approached the wooden ladder, looked up at the water dripping from the gap in the partition, and his violent heartbeat slowly slowed down.

He hated the uneasiness caused by being out of control. The movements of the High Sparrow in secret, the little birds all over King's Landing could almost instantly pass the news to him through the spider web, but he was not worried.

The priests arranged by the High Sparrow hid the poison, and the High Sparrow also poisoned it. He just sold him the poison by taking advantage of his years of cultivation in King's Landing.

In the end, it was the mob that could cause the roar of the Lannister lion, not him.

But why didn't Joffrey die?

Varys skillfully reached out and grabbed the middle of the wooden ladder, gently lifted it up, and leaned it against the wall.

Looking at the dust accumulated on the worn partition for years, Varys wiped it with his sleeve intimately, which looked brand new in his eyes.

The escape site was recently arranged by him to prevent the secret passages of the Red Castle from being discovered by Lannister's spies.

The tunnels of King's Landing are densest in the Red Castle, just like the center of the spider web spreading outward and gradually becoming sparse.

He knew that King's Landing had been blocked for a long time and had not been opened yet. The city guards were watching inside and outside, and it was very risky to leave the city.

Alas, he sighed softly. His old friends might die in the sacred Baelor Cathedral, but the words he expected, "For Arryn, long live Duke Artis", did not appear. Instead, "Long live Stannis" echoed in the square for a long time.

Varys knew that many of the people shouting here were ignorant of the situation and followed the trend, but he didn't know who the source was, and it was difficult to determine even if he had suspicions in his heart.

He put his hands against the partition and pushed hard. The heavy partition was piled with mud, and it was not easy to push it open at once, not to mention that his arms were exhausted in desperate efforts.

Pushing hard again, the partition moved up a little.

Varys wiped his sweat. He saw Tywin fall down with his throat covered.

He sighed. There were so many people who deserved to die in King's Landing, but Lannister and Arryn must be buried together under the broken walls and burning flames.

This is the real way to get rid of the biggest threat.

But if only Tywin died, no one in Westeros could check Arryn.

Varys pushed hard, and the partition suddenly opened. Fresh air and sudden rain rushed to his face.

What does King's Landing without Tywin look like in Attis' eyes? Is it fat meat that must be obtained, or a delicious cake?

Varys' bloated body emerged, with his hands on the soft soil on the ground.

I'm afraid that at this time, Sir Robert Royce will have an extra map of the wildfire location next to him, but this is certainly not all.

How can you let the falcon fold its wings and live in the dragon's nest without adding a little bloody smell?

Wallis emerged from the secret passage and let out a long breath. This was his last gamble.

It's time to go. It's time for him to leave King's Landing.

Lannister without Tywin is like a mad lion, always getting bruises all over his body.

As long as the falcon enters King's Landing, wildfire can spread unchecked in the city.

The crazy lion and the proud and complacent falcon will only die together.

He smiled, and the rain hit his face, blooming with splashes of victory.

The bright sword light also reflected into his eyes through the water splash.

"Finally we meet, the eight-clawed spider hiding in the corner, I have admired it for a long time."

Varys raised his head stiffly, and the golden crescent moon falcon emblem came into view.

No one should know his escape place, how could he?

The Octopus Spider thought of the Stark girl who broke her promise.

"The Prime Minister was not going to die," Qyburn said as if he was reciting scripture, and James couldn't listen to every word. This weird unchained bachelor kicked the corpse of the priest in the temple, "You also know."

James' attention was only on his father, and he couldn't make out the blur of flesh and blood.

"As long as you deal with it in time, use some techniques that our colleagues in the city don't want to believe or even mention." Qyburn's words surrounded his ears, like the wind passing by.

Pycelle sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at the Prime Minister's flesh and blood.

This flesh has no head.

"But no one could have imagined that a wolf would emerge from the temple." Coburn shook his head in disbelief.

"Where is Sansa! Where is Sansa! Where is Sansa?!"

Cersei's screams were somewhat hysterical.

"Bite the prime minister's head off in one bite. It's true that the head is gone." Cobain whispered solemnly, not daring to say more.

James looked at a small gap in the floor, and the wolf emerged from it.

Barristan stood silent like a dead tree blowing in the wind. "At least the sparrows," he sighed before he finished speaking.

All the sparrows were caught in one fell swoop. At least the sparrows that ran from the Riverlands to King's Landing were either dead or injured.

"We didn't catch the big sparrow, only a group of chirping little sparrows. What's the use?" Questions came out of James' mouth involuntarily.

No one responded.

"The hound has also disappeared." Marin turned to look at the king standing aside. "It is missing together with the Stark girl. This is the strangest thing."

In view of my father's situation, I'm afraid the most bizarre things will have to be told later. Jaime thought that if Tyrion were here, he would definitely say this, and he almost laughed out loud.

Sandor Clegane felt the body temperature of the girl in his arms, and the heat rising from his lower body kept intruding on him.

How dare you? The hound looked back at King's Landing. The rain stopped slightly and the night fell quietly.

"Thank you, my knight." The girl in her arms turned her head, her bright red hair exuding the fragrance of mead, making herself intoxicated.

He couldn't help but want to kiss him, but the girl anticipated his desire and stretched her neck to kiss his ugly scar.

"We should go back" he wanted to say, but when he said it, it turned into "Where are you going?"

"Go home, go back to the north." The girl said firmly.

That's a long way to go, Hound thought.