Chapter 367 The king is on the run and plotting to assassinate him

"Let's go, Galesos, we can't be absent from this stage forever."

Clay patted the blue-gold dragon on the back and smiled.

The strong wind lifted his hair and flew all over the sky.

Under his gaze, his own army had already rushed in through the gap where the wildfire explosion had just occurred.

The closest dragon-shooting crossbowmen could no longer care about him and Daenerys, the threat from the sky.

Whether the dragon can come down and kill them with a breath of dragon flame is still unknown.

But right in front of us, the northern soldiers who rushed in and yelled had their sword handles in front of them.

If they were still guarding the crossbow at the top of the tower, they would be surrounded and then hacked to death.

These people, coming across the strait, have a huge shortcoming compared with ordinary soldiers in Westeros.

That is, their captives are of low value.

If the nobles' troops were captured, the nobles might pay to redeem them in order to maintain the stability of the territory.

But these mercenaries from Essos, what do I want you to do?

Will you eat for me?

Therefore, even if they were captured, they could not escape the fate of being sent to the mines and coal kilns to work as coolies.

We all used to be men who went to the women's bellies after fighting, how could we endure this hardship?

Therefore, running away is the first and seemingly only option for these guys.

And as soon as they left, a gap was exposed in the airtight air defense firepower network.

How could Clay let go of this opportunity?

Galesos roared, saw the right moment, and plunged in with a fierce thrust.

The other crossbowmen operating the dragon-hunting crossbows were either too far away and unable to adjust in time, or they were nervously watching more and more soldiers rushing into the city, wondering whether to escape.

At this time, no one paid attention to the giant dragon in the sky.

Then, by the time they react, it's too late.

The scorching dragon flames descended from the sky.

Immediately, everything on the tower was burned to the ground.

As I said before, there are still many wildfires on this wall.

As a result, there was an explosion, and little flowers bloomed on the city wall after the dragon passed by.

The dragon-shooting crossbow had no way to aim in time when faced with the dragon approaching at high speed.

The result of shooting randomly is...useless.

Galesos and Drogon, who followed, began to clear the dragon-shooting crossbows on the city wall from two directions.

Now, as soon as the smoke on the city wall dissipated, it was immediately enveloped by the thick smoke brought by the burning dragon flames.

"Damn it! This Dragon King is really untouchable."

Lord Tytos Blackwood and Lord Rickard Karstark, who were directing the battle in the distance, swallowed secretly when they saw the hell-like scene on the city wall.

No wonder the Targaryens were able to maintain their dynasty for three hundred years. If the dragons were still there and no matter how cruel Aerys II was, the king would at most be replaced, but the red dragon flag with a black background would definitely still be flying over King's Landing.

How could people like them now mobilize an army to attack King's Landing, and it seems that they will soon be defeated with the help of the two Dragon Kings.

Following the city wall loop, two dragons came to wipe out a fixed point.

After completing the clearing, Clay and Daenerys fell back to the open space outside the city.

After such a long time of tossing, the dragon was exhausted.

But looking at the masterpiece filled with smoke in front of him, Clay was still very satisfied.

Dismounting from the dragon's back, Clay led Daenerys back to their command position.

They no longer need to intervene in what happens next. He believes that his ground troops can do their job well.

At this time, the two earls came forward and looked at them with eyes filled with awe.

The extremely violent scene just now left a very deep impression on them both.

"His Majesty."

They greet Cray and Daenerys.

Clay waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so formal.

"What's the situation like ahead?"

Clay asked.

Lord Tytos Blackwood replied:

"It went very well. The resistance from the Gods Sect was not too fierce. Obviously, the explosion caught them off guard."

Lord Rickard Karstark immediately added:

"Yes, plus you and Her Majesty the Queen burned them again, so these guys are in a hurry now."

The eyesight of these people is not bad. At the end of their sight, above the Gate of the Gods, Aegon Targaryen's flags are falling one by one.

The flags representing Clay Mandler's side are constantly being raised.

Obviously, it won't take long for them to completely control the Gods Gate.

"When the infantry open the city gate, our cavalry will immediately launch and do everything possible to rush to the Red Fort. I judge that the guys inside may have to escape."

Clay said.

Daenerys heard a little anxiously, and she asked eagerly:

"The Mud Door is not in our hands now. What if they escape?"

"What do you mean?"

Clay raised an eyebrow at her.

"Let's go up to the dragon's back again and use fire to burn down the mud door!"

Shaking his head, Clay rejected the proposal:

"It's useless. The mud door burned down, but you can still escape from the other doors. The dragon-shooting crossbow there is still there. It's not worth taking the risk."

In fact, what Clay wants to say is that even if all the gates of King's Landing are reduced to ruins, it will be of no use.

The head eunuch controls the underground tunnels in Junlin that extend in all directions.

He knew very well that there was definitely a way outside King's Landing.

However, these words are not consistent with what he, Clay Mandler, can say. He has never been to King's Landing, how can he know these things?

So, he stopped Daenerys.

"I have ordered the Earl of Seagull Town to lead our fleet to Blackwater Bay. Don't worry, they can't escape."

Clay added.

…

In the city, Aegon Targaryen, who had been forced to put on civilian clothes and wrapped his long silver hair in rags, came to Maegor's Tower under the protection of a large number of guards.

Here, there is an entrance to the King's Landing Tunnel.

"Please, Your Majesty, we can get out from here."

Standing in front of the dark cave entrance, Varys crossed his hands and said to Aegon Targaryen expressionlessly.

The king, who had just ascended the throne not long ago, now looked stubborn:

"We left, and it would be very difficult to come back."

he said.

The bald eunuch, who was wearing a disgusting smell of makeup, sneered, glanced at the innocent king, didn't say anything, just gave the guards behind him a hint of color, and then got into the tunnel first.

It was obvious that the war was temporarily lost, and they had to temporarily withdraw from the royal territory.

Then, there is no need to be too polite to this self-righteous boy.

Looking in astonishment at the guards who were almost escorting him forward, Aegon Targaryen realized just how much water he, the "king", had.

All along, Jon Clinton and his "loyal ministers" have taken good care of him, and everything has gone very smoothly for him since he landed in Westeros.

Therefore, he has never been aware of this problem.

Now, this small move has completely exposed the fragility of his throne.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we have to get on the boat and leave as soon as possible."

In the darkness, Wallis's faint voice sounded.

"If he waits until he remembers that he and your aunt burned our ship, then... you may have to keep wearing this clothes."

Aegon Targaryen's breath caught in his breath, he knew the subtext of these words.

If you can't run away, you are not allowed to surrender.

Even if he becomes a commoner and rots in a smelly ditch, he cannot take off the crown on his own initiative.

Also, how could he, with the great name of Aegon Targaryen, surrender to outsiders who stole power?

Aegon Targaryen understood.

The group of people walked through the tunnel illuminated only by torches. Except for Varys, almost no one knew where the road ahead was.

If he led these people to a dead end, they probably wouldn't react at all.

Above their heads, they could faintly hear various noisy sounds.

Obviously, the offensive of Clay Manderly's army has been launched from all directions.

Breaking through a city gate, the army entered the city and caused chaos.

At this time, other places should also start.

Sufficient pressure must be put on the defenders on the city wall to prevent them from withdrawing and returning to defend the breached opening.

This is a very classic tactic.

No one said anything. Now they have too much time to take care of themselves. How can they care about the life and death of the people above them?

Originally they had plans to evacuate, but now they have all been scrapped.

Clay Mandler's attack was so fast that they couldn't defend themselves at all.

Originally, I was thinking that even if the war was not going well, I would just resist and retreat while fighting. But if that didn't work, I would board the ship and run away to Dragonstone Island first.

Who knew that it only took less than a month for Clay Manderly's army to attack from Harrenhal and break through the seemingly indestructible King's Landing.

This speed was definitely beyond the expectations of all of their staff in their previous plans.

The result was the current embarrassing escape situation.

Not decent at all.

…

On the ground, as the defenders of the Gods Gate finally collapsed, the tightly closed capital was opened.

The cavalry, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, immediately started galloping along the broad avenue that stretched from the northwest to the front of the Red Castle in the southeast and ran through the entire city of King's Landing.

The once prosperous City of King's Landing is now littered with broken walls and dead bones on both sides of the street.

Dark scorch marks occupied almost the entire field of vision.

The cavalry who rushed into the city did not see even a single resident.

This is extremely abnormal for a city that once had a population of hundreds of thousands.

It can only explain that the number of people still living here has probably dropped to a very low number.

The attack went very smoothly.

The wide streets of King's Landing have become the perfect battlefield for war horses to exert their advantages.

They only encountered resistance from Aegon Targaryen's army in a hurry in the square near the Alchemists' Guild.

However, it was obvious that this power was no longer enough to stop the charging cavalry.

After defeating them, the defeated troops of the Gods Gate in the rear were already far behind by the cavalry.

Now they have no time to capture these unfortunates.

That's the job of the foot soldiers.

His Majesty has issued an order to rush to the Red Fort as quickly as possible and form a siege at all costs.

Everyone knows the meaning of this command.

If he could catch a few big fish, wouldn't he have a coveted title?

The cavalrymen shook off the blood drops on their swords, and their spurs kicked the horses' bellies, urging them to continue running wildly.

Suddenly, the entire city of King's Landing was in chaos.

Outside the city, Daenerys, who couldn't wait any longer, had already climbed onto the back of the dragon and flew directly towards the Red Keep.

She really wanted to see what her family's palace looked like.

She was a Stormborn Targaryen, but she never knew what her palace looked like.

"What a hothead."

Clay shook his head. He was not in a hurry. Anyway, if he planned to run away, he would have run away long ago.

If they had not planned to run away, the cavalry would have surrounded the Red Fort by now.

Whether Daenerys goes or not doesn't affect the outcome.

So, Clay mounted a war horse and slowly followed the troops at the rear. This was the first time he stepped into the capital of the Seven Kingdoms since he started his army.

…

Stormland.

Storm's End.

The storm is coming.

This legendary giant castle was built to resist the ocean, but now it is bathed in the darkness brought by the blizzard.

The depressing atmosphere makes people breathless.

And in an inconspicuous corner of this castle.

Some well-dressed dignitaries were huddled under a flickering candlelight, looking around at each other.

Because now, what they are planning is no less than the storm raging in the sky.

"If this continues, we will all be buried with Renly!"

Finally someone couldn't help it and made a shocking start.

You know, this is Storm's End, the headquarters of the Baratheon family.

It's not fun to say this kind of thing, it might just blow your head off.

However, other people present just glanced at this man and had no other reaction.

Because they think so too.

"Prince of Dorne's army has completely surrounded us, and most of our family members died outside the city."

"Renly has no hope. Now, gentlemen, we must find a way out for our family!"

Someone else said.

His tone was filled with undisguised anger and concern.

"Then what do you plan to do, just draw your sword and kill Renly? With all due respect, he is already on guard against us. Our main army is guarded by Baratheon's army and cannot move easily."

This is a very real problem.

Oberon Martell's actions outside the city were indeed vicious, driving these nobles directly into the corner.

Although it was done by the Dornish people, he clearly told these nobles in the Stormlands who were still loyal to Renly:

There is no way to survive if you follow him. These people outside the city will be your fate.

In addition, looking around, they had nothing left but an isolated city.

Transgressive thoughts grew like weeds in my heart, which eventually led to today's secret gathering, hidden away from Renly's eyes.

"My Lords, I think I need to reiterate it here."

An elderly nobleman who seemed to be the leader of the crowd finally spoke.

"As soon as possible, send this stubborn king to the arms of the gods without letting anyone know that we did it. Apart from that, we shouldn't waste anything."

"We just want him dead, do you understand?"

"immediately!"