After the fall of Winterfell, Theon's father did not send troops to aid him, but instead urged him to return to the Iron Islands immediately.
Theon, who was eager to make a name for himself, had gone mad and even tried to incite the Ironborn who had come with him to Winterfell to defend the city.
The Ironborn who came with him were no fools; they knocked him unconscious and handed him over to the Skinners, who were returning to Winterfell.
The man who led the troops this time was none other than Ramsay Snow, the bastard son of Roose Bolton.
This Little Rascal is an extremely cruel person who enjoys toying with other people's feelings.
Theon's fate in his hands was truly tragic, but it was also his own doing.
After the North was pacified, the cunning Tywin Lannister returned to King's Landing to plan his next move.
Unexpectedly, the mischievous Joffrey was poisoned to death at the wedding banquet.
Queen Cersei was devastated and also suspected her brother, Tyrion, of being the murderer, because Tyrion had told her that he would destroy everything when she was at her most triumphant.
Joffrey's sudden death left Tyrion speechless, while Cersei insisted that he was the murderer.
Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister's father, not only failed to help Tyrion at this time, but instead took advantage of his misfortune and imprisoned him.
In Tywin's eyes, Tyrion Lannister, this dwarf, was the greatest insult to the Lannister family.
The little devil was a smart man. He knew that this time, he was really going to die. His father had always looked down on him and wished he would die sooner.
As for Cersei, she was blinded by rage and wouldn't listen to anything anyone said.
The only one who is good to Tyrion is his brother, Jaime the Kingslayer, but unfortunately he is not in King's Landing right now.
Faced with certain death, the little devil gave up struggling and quietly sat in his cell awaiting his fate.
“I told you, you can trust me.”
Voices came from the darkness. The little devil recognized the voice. He looked at the approaching light and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I never expected that the one who would come to see me would be a eunuch like you."
The newcomer was none other than Varys, the chief intelligence officer. In the firelight, a slight smile appeared on his plump, white face.
"How are you feeling? Are you comfortable with your stay?"
"It's alright, but it would be even better if there was a pot of wine."
Even in his cage, the little devil still refused to admit defeat.
"Do you want to leave? Across the Narrow Sea, the eldest son of House Targaryen is currently recruiting soldiers."
Varys, the chief intelligence officer, has intelligence agents all over the world, who are called little birds.
Whether in Dragon City or the distant Shire, little birds can be found.
"That's ridiculous. I'm not interested in men, and I don't want to try."
Tyrion Lannister scoffed. Some time ago, he had received intelligence that Viserys had been kidnapped by the nomadic horse king and become his concubine.
Even if the little devil were to willingly degenerate, he would never submit to such a person, because he finds him disgusting.
"Actually, there is another option: Daenerys Targaryen."
The intelligence chief, with his hands tucked into his sleeves and an expressionless face, looked down at the little devil, making it impossible for the little devil to tell what he was thinking.
"The girl you assassinated a while ago?"
With a mocking laugh, the little devil leaned back against the wall, his eyes full of disdain.
Neither of them spoke, and the dimly lit dungeon became quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the torches—the sound of burning grease.
The intelligence chief glanced at the little devil, turned and left the dungeon. The light disappeared, leaving the little devil alone in the darkness.
The next day at noon, the little devil was dragged out of the dungeon; today was his judgment day.
In the courtroom, the little devil did not defend himself, because he knew that whatever he said would be useless.
One by one, familiar faces took to the stage to recount the little devil's crimes.
No matter what these people said, the little devil didn't take it to heart; when you want to find fault, you can always find a reason.
But he never expected that the woman he loved most, Xueyi, would also testify perjured in court. At that moment, the little devil's heart died and his blood turned cold.
Why, why her? Why did this happen?!
The enraged little devil could no longer hold back and roared angrily.
"I choose a duel to decide the outcome!"
Everyone present was somewhat surprised. They hadn't expected that the little devil, who had been silent just moments before, would suddenly become so irritable.
"Can."
The priest in charge of notarization granted the little devil's request.
"Please choose the knight who will fight for you."
Without a second thought, Tyrion Lannister blurted out Jaime's name.
"I choose Jaime Lannister!"
Cersei, standing on the high platform, stared at him with icy eyes, as if he were a dead man.
"No, Jaime isn't in King's Landing. You need to find someone else."
It was Tywin who spoke. He sat quietly in his seat, completely unconcerned about whether his son lived or died.
Tyrion fell silent. He glanced around, utterly despairing, for no one but Jaime would ever fight for him again.
"Want to have a duel? How about I fight in your place?"
The desperate little devil looked at the speaker, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.
The man who stepped forward was none other than Oberyn Martell, Prince of Dorne, nicknamed the Red Viper.
He would stand up for Tyrion only because the knight sent by the other side was the Mountain.
The Dornish royal family has a deep-seated hatred for the Mountain. During Robert's Rebellion, when the capital was captured, the Mountain cruelly tortured and killed Princess Elia Martell of Dorne.
Chapter 164 The Traitor
Three days later, Hao Yun led the Dragon City army to the outskirts of Abyss City.
"Lei Hu, Lei Bao! You two take the cavalry and go to block the reinforcements."
"yes."
After receiving their orders, the two men led their light and heavy cavalry to surround Abyss City.
“Wang Shouren, you lead the Immaculate Ones to attack the city, and bring the reserve team too. When I give the signal, rush up and seize the city.”
Wang Shouren responded and led the Immaculate army toward Abyss City.
Riding on the moonlight, Hao Yun arrived a hundred meters away from Abyss City.
At this moment, on the walls of Abyss City, a large number of slave owners were gathered together whispering.
"Can we hold out? Why haven't the Meereen army arrived yet?"
A fat slave owner looked terrified.
"We have to defend it even if we can't. All the slave owners in Astark have had their heads chopped off!"
Reminded by this person, all the slave owners present became even more determined to fight Longcheng to the death.
However, not everyone thought so. Three merchants who were engaged in legitimate business started to have their own ideas. They had heard that the city lord was very friendly to merchants.
The three exchanged a glance, all understanding each other's thoughts; they had no intention of dying alongside these slave owners.
While the others discussed how to deal with the Dragon City army, the three merchants casually made up an excuse and went down the city wall, and the slave owners didn't care.
After the three left, they arrived at a shop, which was their property. They dismissed their servants and began to discuss things quietly.
"Time is of the essence, so I'll be frank: what are your thoughts on Longcheng?"
"The opposing city lord is very capable. In just five months, he transformed Dragon City into the most prosperous city in Slave Bay."
Another businessman also nodded in agreement.
Things are different now. In today's Dragon City, all kinds of goods produced are in high demand on the mainland.
The profits here are enormous; they've long wanted a piece of the pie, but haven't had the chance.
The arrival of the Dragon City army to attack the city this time has given the three of them a chance to prove themselves. It would be best to take this opportunity to join the Dragon City caravan directly.
"Alright, then I won't waste any more words. I think Longcheng will win this time. Why don't we take this opportunity to open the city gates and let them in?"
The other two didn't rush to agree; they were considering whether it was worthwhile.
"If you two are not going to participate, then I'm afraid you'll have to make do with this."
From behind the screen, four assassins dressed in black emerged and stood behind the two merchants.
"Buda! What do you mean by this?!"
The three of them usually socialized quite a bit and had a pretty good relationship, but Buda's actions today made the other two feel somewhat disheartened.
"Please don't blame me, gentlemen. I've staked everything on this, so I have to be careful."
Buda wasn't angry; he just smiled at his two former friends.
"It's just about seizing the city gate, count me in."
The person who had been silent since entering suddenly agreed to Buda's proposal.
"Haha, with your help, my chances are even greater. Case, what are you hesitating for?"
Case slammed his hand on the table angrily, turned his head, and snorted.
"Now that you've all agreed, am I supposed to just stand by and watch? Xiao Liu, Xiao Liu! Get your ass in here right now!"
He summoned a servant and ordered him to bring all the guards in the house.
The other two are also making preparations.
As for outside the city, Hao Yun was considering whether to blow up the city wall directly or destroy the city gate.
"Lord of Dragon City, if you retreat now, I can offer you compensation. But if you insist on attacking the city, then Abyss City will fight to the death!"