Chapter 163: Rebellion in King's Landing 3

Back to a while ago, not long after Ned sent his daughter away, he received a report from the guards that the Lannister family soldiers suddenly took over the gate of the Red Castle.

Hearing this, a strong sense of uneasiness instantly surged into Ned's heart, and he was keenly aware of the seriousness of the matter.

Without any hesitation, Ned hurriedly summoned the remaining guards and planned to find King Robert.

Ned hurried forward in the corridor of the Red Castle with a solemn look, but fate seemed to play a cruel joke at this time. Before he arrived at Robert's residence, the chaotic servants in the Red Castle brought Ned the news of Robert's death.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, hitting Ned's heart hard.

His heart was full of regret and grief. He blamed himself for his indecision. It was this hesitation that killed his best friend.

But Ned knew that now was not the time to be sad, and he had to make a decision quickly.

Ned quickly found Stannis and told him the secret he had just discovered.

The conspiracies of the Lannister family, the struggle for power, and the crisis of the kingdom were all presented to Stannis.

The two did not have time to hesitate. After a brief discussion, they decided to rush to the port quickly and use the royal fleet to quell the rebellion.

When they arrived at the gate of the Red Castle, they found that Jaime Lannister had been waiting there with his soldiers.

When the two sides met, the air was filled with tension, as if a spark could trigger a huge explosion.

Without any words or condemnation, Ned, who was full of grief and self-blame, did not hesitate to pull out the ice and led his men to rush up.

Although they were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, the guards were far more powerful than the other side. For a moment, the brave guards actually protected Stannis and rushed to the gate.

Jaime frowned, and his anxiety became stronger. He drew out his long sword and rushed into the battle group himself. His sword passed like lightning, and instantly chopped a guard to the ground.

The collision between the blade and the armor was crisp and harsh, and sparks flew.

Jaime turned his wrist and swung the sword again, accurately stabbing the throat of another person.

The other party widened his eyes in horror, but before he could react, he slowly fell down.

Then he walked towards Ned, and a trace of determination flashed in Ned's eyes. He immediately raised the ice and stepped forward. At this moment, a golden-robed spear stabbed out from the side like a venomous snake. Ned was careless and was stabbed in the thigh by the enemy's spear.

At that moment, the severe pain spread throughout his body like an electric current. He knelt down in pain, and the blood instantly stained his trouser legs red. The sharp blade of the spear pierced deeply into the flesh, and the pain made his body tremble constantly. Every tremor seemed to tell of his indomitable and tenacious.

There were only two guards left in the North at this moment. After seeing Ned injured, they gave up their opponents without hesitation and came to rescue Ned.

However, their bravery did not bring victory. The enemy's spears surged like a tide and stabbed them to death.

Their bodies fell to the ground, and their blood dyed the earth red, as if adding a tragic color to this brutal battle.

At this moment, the guards around Stannis have been reduced to five people. Fortunately, they successfully opened the door, but this also attracted countless enemies to swarm in. They guarded closely around Stannis, using their lives to build a last line of defense for him.

Looking at the Northern guards lying in a pool of blood, Ned felt more and more guilty. He knew that these brave men did not have to die, and it was his kindness and hesitation that made them fall here. Ned held the ice tightly in his hand, and the cold touch seemed to remind him of his responsibility.

He stood up suddenly, swung the ice, and slashed at the golden robe that attacked him. The ice drew a sharp arc in the air, carrying endless anger and power.

The enemy wanted to dodge in fear, but Ned's sword was too fast and beheaded him directly.

With the blood rain rushing to the sky, Ned endured the pain and knocked down a golden robe, blocking Stannis in front of him. He shouted loudly: "Stannis, go!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, full of determination and determination.

Stannis hesitated for only a moment, then turned and left. The guards beside him also consciously separated three people to cover Ned together.

However, just as Stannis rushed out of the Red Castle gate, a team of golden robes holding bows and arrows hurried over. They quickly drew their bows and aimed at Stannis and his guards.

The sharp arrows shot like locusts, and Stannis, who was unprepared, was instantly hit by several arrows, and one arrow hit his neck. Blood continued to flow from the wound, his body shook a few times, and finally, he fell down powerlessly.

The wind on the battlefield seemed to stop at this moment, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and death.

Watching Stannis's death, Ned unconsciously loosened his hand holding the ice.

This two-handed sword made of Valyrian steel hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, as if playing the last elegy for this tragedy.

In the distance, Davos and his son, who had just arrived at the Red Castle, witnessed Stannis' death. The angry Mathos was about to draw his sword when he was forcibly held down by Davos.

"Don't be impulsive, Lord Stannis is dead, we must leave." Davos' voice was low and calm. Then he forcibly pulled Mathos away, and their figures disappeared in the chaotic crowd.

Jaime kicked Ned down and ordered the soldiers beside him: "Take him away, find Pycelle to come and treat his injuries, the King's Hand cannot die from excessive blood loss."

Narrow Sea - Dragonstone

In the sky, the heavy clouds were like a huge gray scroll, pressing low on the sea.

Gavin's fleet surrounded Dragonstone tightly, impenetrable.

On the sea, the warships were closely arranged, like an indestructible wall. The soldiers on the ship kept operating crossbows and catapults, pouring firepower on the shore. The scene was like a violent storm, sweeping Dragonstone mercilessly.

Dragonstone was in a desperate situation at this time. Not long ago, the enemy's fleet suddenly appeared on the sea, instantly breaking the tranquility of Dragonstone.

The royal fleet was blocked by the enemy before it even had time to go out to sea, and the throat of fate was strangled.

After the initial shock, the panicked soldiers hurried to get on board to fight back, but everything was too late.

The huge golden dragon swooped down from the sky like a destructive lightning, and the dragon flame burned fiercely, instantly burning the warship.

At the same time, countless crossbow arrows poured down to the shore like locusts, and the rain of arrows was dense.

The defenders on the shore looked for shelters to hide, but under this overwhelming attack, there were very few safe places to find.

They were not to be outdone, and used the few catapults to fight back, but under the attack of the golden dragon, the strength of the counterattack became weaker and weaker.