Dominate the Game of Thrones with Mount and Blade

Chapter 151 Troops sent out from the Valley

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

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

"No." The little devil ignored his bleeding head, "I...I got Levi for you."

He was hit so hard on the head that he could no longer stand up and couldn't even speak.

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 the Sand Snakes?"

They had no choice but 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 cannot.

Everyone would have dealt with this matter in the same way, but the angry Cersei still put the account on her younger brother Tyrion.

Language seems to have a special magic power. The words spoken can strengthen the emotions in the mind.

Cersei's hatred of Tyrion reached a new climax. "He was secretly taken into the dungeon and executed immediately after my uncle left King's Landing. Let's say it was the killer left by Stannis who did it."

Because of Kevan, Cersei didn't dare to order her brother's death on the spot, but her uncle set off immediately, and Tyrion only lived for a dozen more hours.

After Merlin 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 restraint.

…

King's Landing, 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 Margery looked at her two useless brothers with a look of resentment.

"My father is still in the hands of the Rivermen, can't you think of a way? And the Lions, they won't even let Loras enter the Red Keep. What's the point?"

Since the capture of King's Landing, Kevan has assigned all Lannister soldiers to be stationed at the Red Keep and key locations in the city. Only 3,000 Riverbend soldiers are allowed in, and they still go to Flea Bottom and other civilian areas to maintain order. .

Loras finally made up his mind, "Cersei and the king don't need my protection anyway, so 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 on the grounds that Tommen was frightened and could not meet strangers for the time being.

"Calm down. Grandma is already on the way. She will arrive at King's Landing soon. We will make plans then." Garland comforted his brother and sister.

Ten days ago, after the news spread that the Duke of Metz had been captured, a letter was sent from Highgarden saying that Lady Olenna had gone north.

"What about father?" Margery asked her brother, "Are you just going to ignore it?"

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 40,000 warriors. The lion family has less than 10,000, and the dragon champions are barely 15,000. Whoever we support is the real king. You understand this truth ”

Margaery glanced sideways at her second brother, "Let me tell you what you have to say. Could it be that you want to take away all the lions in the Red Keep and offer them to the Dragon Holder?"

The people of the Reach have already paid tens of thousands of people for Tommen, Cersei and others. If a new king is elected at this time, many lower-level lords will probably complain.

"No, I mean, the lions need our support more."

Whoever the people of the River Bend fall to will be more powerful than the other kings.

So if Queen Cersei has any 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, the earls such as Tully, Bleibbar, Fossoway, Maliweis, and Hewett."

Garland shook his head, "Except for Randyll Tarly, the people my sister mentioned are all incompetent people who only show off at tournaments and masquerades. As many soldiers as they bring, they will be able to defeat the crowd." How many people did the Dragon Lord send? And we have offended Landao so much, so don’t accuse him of helping us sincerely.”

As long as the strength of the River Bend army still exists, the Duke of Metz will be a distinguished guest wherever he goes, so Garland is not too worried about his father.

"I have a good relationship with Arthur. I'd better go to Harrenhal and see if we can discuss terms. After all, my father is also the First Realm Lord and the Southern Realm Guardian. He is always so... difficult to live up to."

Garland glanced at his brother who didn't care about anything he did. "I'll wait until I ask Cersei. The lions and the valley are trading. Maybe I can help."

The three of them are all a little dissatisfied with the current situation, but they can neither break up with the Lion family nor cooperate well with Cersei, so they can only make do with it and wait for their grandmother, the Queen of Thorns, to take charge of the overall situation.

…

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

Sandor Clegane, who was feeling uncomfortable all over, slowly opened his eyes. The itching coming from the wound and head was like ants crawling, making him want to scratch it several times.

This is a small wooden house. The smell of herbs permeates the whole room. A brown-robed monk is busy with something unknown.

"Give me some wine, any wine will do, wine is the best."

Brother Meribald, who had a rough face, turned his head, glanced at the wounded he was rescuing, and said: "My child, your body is still recovering. Don't drink now. I'll get you some water. If you feel It’s tasteless, so I’ll add some alfalfa juice.”

He is a devout monk. For forty years, he has been roaming all over the riverlands, presiding over weddings for the common people and listening to their confessions.

"Clover? That's for plowing horses. Even war horses don't eat this stuff. Others call me the Hound. 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 heard it for you, Sandor, a suffering and tortured soul, a sinner who laughs at the gods and others. Since the Seven Gods have given you a new life, forget the past Hound and live again under the name of Sandor."

The Hound is slightly less famous than his brother, the Mountain, but the knowledgeable old monk has heard of it.

"Loyalty, fighting and drinking are what I should do. Don't think of using the Seven Gods to bind me. My horse, Stranger, is named after a god." Sandor said.

Septon Meribald shook his head, poured the prepared water mixed with alfalfa juice into the wooden cup, and then walked over and handed it to Sandor.

"You serve loyally, but you don't feel the pride it brings. You fight hard, but there is no joy in victory. You drink like water, but wine can only slow your conscience and can't bring you more. What is the meaning of your actions?"

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

"What I did was to kill my brother, Greg Clegane, one day. You are right. I have no meaning to live in the future. I can only use inferior beer to extinguish my fire of revenge."

The situation in the past few months has been so turbulent and strange that Sandor feels that his brother's death has happened many years ago.

Before, there was Arya who could ignite a little idea of ​​living in him, but now there is nothing at all.

Killing his brother is such a terrible idea, but Sandor said it naturally.

The old monk was also stirred by this shocking statement, but he did not show it.

"The world is full of filth, and you don't need to clean yourself up, because you don't care. But since I saved your life, can you help me build a small chapel? You are stronger than all the peasants and much taller than them."

Sandor finished drinking the water and remained silent.

At this time, an old dog slowly ran in and wagged its tail at Meribald's feet.

Sandor looked at the dog, stretched out his hand for the dog to come over, and then scratched the dog's ears.

"Okay, I'll build a chapel for you, and you'll give me food."

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

Sister Meribald nodded with satisfaction, turned around and continued to do what he was doing.

...

Outside Harrenhal.

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

Except for her too short stature, she was basically a standard old woman, old, hunchbacked, pale and wrinkled, and needed a black cane to stand firmly.

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

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

It is hard to say whether she is a "person". It is very likely that she is a child of the forest who has mixed into human society.

"Hello to you too, handsome king." Although the witch was leaning on a cane, her legs and feet were still quite agile.

When she saw a group of soldiers coming over, she hurriedly hid under the tree, but when she saw that the people coming had no ill intentions, she climbed out again.

"It's like this, your existence makes the farmers in Harren Town very uneasy, so I want you to return to Noble Heart. I can send you enough food."

The witch did not respond, but asked something else.

"I heard that you are going to send this heart tree to the Thousand Faces Island and transplant it again?"

Arthur admitted it very straightforwardly, "Yes, because of the curse of Harrenhal..."

He told the cause and effect again.

"You and your half-baked scholar are wrong. The curse works because of the bleeding souls. Just recite scriptures for them. The old gods are gods of nature. How can they have the power of blood witches? And it has nothing to do with the First King. His curse only works in the Great Wilderness Tomb. It is useless outside that hillside." The old witch pointed out the mistake directly.

Arthur smiled awkwardly, "I know nothing about magic, and Qyburn has only heard a little about it, so... in this case, should we plant this tree back?"

According to the fact that the body of the Three-Eyed Raven is trapped north of the Wall of Despair, the power of the old gods is already very weak, and the fish beam wood cannot be cut casually.

"No need. The old gods are ready to move, and I can't sleep well. I dreamed that a tree sank into the lake, and others found four dragons because of it. I dreamed that a black-eyed king boarded the Thousand Faces Island and found a black sword. I dreamed..."

As the old witch spoke, she walked to the human face pattern of the fish beam wood again.

Arthur and the soldiers followed. Because they couldn't see clearly, the River King took a torch and moved forward.

The old witch was still chattering.

"I dreamed that the black-eyed king married the 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, floated to the old witch's face at a speed that was too fast for her to react, and then disappeared.

Black shadow?

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

So he hurriedly retreated and asked the soldiers to surround him to protect him.

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

Arthur used all his strength, but still couldn't tear the old witch's hands apart.

The nearby soldiers also surrounded their king to help, but to no avail.

In desperation, Arthur whispered to his big baby, Alduin.

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

Finally, Alduin, flapping his big wings, flew to his master, opened his big mouth and sprayed, and a dragon flame landed accurately on the old witch's head.

The nearby soldiers avoided him.

Fortunately, Alduin still knew not to hurt his master, so Arthur, who was gradually regaining his senses, only felt scorching.

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

Alduin was relentless, opened his mouth and blew with all his strength, burning the old witch into charcoal.

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

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 the Lord of Light, Rohela.

Judging from the fact that the Red Witch Melisandre 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 malice, and her words and prophecies were also worthy of praise.

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

Among the known kings, only Arthur has black eyes.

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 and was surrounded by Alduin and the soldiers and returned to Harrenhal.

That night, after hearing that the King of Riverlands was attacked inexplicably, Sansa and Arianne ran to his room to comfort him.

Although the two women did not communicate much, they still sensed the threat from each other, so they competed to take care of Arthur, which disturbed him from sleeping well in the middle of the night.

Until he sent the two women away on the pretext of resting for the upcoming war.

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

The Vale had sent out the advance troops out of the Bloody Gate and began to clear the mountain clans near the Valley Avenue.

It is said that several great nobles of the Vale are gathering troops to respond to King Tommen's call to quell the "rebellion" in the Riverlands.