Joffrey and Cersei had just returned to the royal dormitory of Meghalo, with two Royal Guards standing beside them.

The white robe behind Sandor was dyed red with blood. Another Royal Guard was fully armed, his long hazel hair spread out from under his helmet, and a pair of heroic eyes were revealed in the cracks of his eyes.

Joffrey's hair was messy and his cheeks were covered with mud marks. He obviously encountered some unhappiness in the riot just now. He grabbed Sansa and lay on the ground: "Stark's bitch, I will never let your traitor father run away!"

He slapped the girl in the face: "I will cut off your head and your dad's head, insert it on the tip of the gun, and stand it on the wall of Red Fort for a hundred years!"

"Respect Your Majesty Joffrey," Sansa lay on the ground and covered her face and laughed: "You broke your promise first."

Joffrey, who was angry and embarrassed, raised his slap again.

Just then a loud bang rang out of the window.

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When Alex Oakhert arrived at the Royal Church, it was already a mess.

There was a pit on the ground with black smoke, and it was obvious that something had just exploded here.

There were dozens of Lannister soldiers lying in front of the church. Most of them were missing arms and legs, and several were even split into two sections. The broken limbs covered the ground of the atrium, and a large amount of blood spread into the church.

While Alice was still confused, a figure came out of the temple.

It was an old man with a grey haired head, with a kind face and a little fat body in a mail.

Alex arrived at King's Landing this afternoon. He did not attend the confession ceremony of former Prime Minister Ed, but still roughly restored what happened today from Joffrey's crazy words just now.

He drew his sword vigilantly: "Are you one of those assassins?"

The old man scratched his head, muttering what he couldn't understand, and also pulled out the long sword on his back.

The Imperial Guard looked at the gate behind the old man, and the temple was empty.

"Save the old, weak, sick, and sick to the rear, these shameful people..." Alex relaxed his hand holding the sword for a while; "If you surrender..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure in the distance suddenly moved. The old man rushed over at an astonishing speed and came to Alex in two steps.

The Imperial Guard hurriedly swung a sword, but the opponent's bloated body had extremely disproportionate agility. The old man easily turned around to avoid the attack and flirted with the steel sword in his hand.

A chill soaked Alex's whole body, and he felt that he had flew out. In his flipped vision, he saw his legs in platinum plate armor still standing in place, and half of the white cloak was slowly falling.

‘One sword…’ Imperial Guard thought in his mind: ‘Is this how his white-robed brothers died?’

Alex fell to the ground with a bang, and in his gradually blurred vision was a long-dead Lannister soldier.

He saw his face in the soldiers' eyes that were dying.

A frightened and desperate face.

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The witch hunters walked in the darkness.

Underground in King's Landing is a huge maze dungeon.

Two hundred years ago, King Meg built them as an escape passage for the enemy to surround the Red Fort, but now it has become a secret passage for several people to escape from King's Landing.

They walked down the endless spiral stairs, shuttled through the courtyards and suspension bridges, passing through rooms with strange structures. Some of the walls in the rooms were blood red, as if they were dripping blood, and some could vaguely hear the voices of people outside.

They also heard Jofry's hysterical roar as they passed a room.

I don’t know how long I walked, footsteps sounded in the darkness, and a figure followed several people from behind.

Geralt recognized the man far away: "Thank you for your hard work, Visemir."

"Well, there should be no pursuers." The old man said.

"Is it difficult to deal with?" Lambert was a little sarcastic.

"Another white-armored person," replied Visemir, "a little better than those golden robes."

After the five people gathered, the pace suddenly accelerated a little.

Ned, who was lying on Reso's back, was already a little dizzy. He didn't know how these strangers could see things clearly from the bottom line of the bare hands that could not see their fingers, nor did he know how the old man who left behind the broken back followed the traces of several people.

But he didn't care anymore, and there were too many things he didn't know today.

Several people walked steadily and came to a huge hall.

The pendant on the witch hunter's chest vibrated.

The vibration was very weak, but this was the first time that several people had come to this world. They looked around and saw that the dim hall with some faint light was filled with huge monster skulls.

The largest skull is six or seven meters high, and the upper edge reaches the ceiling of the hall. Two rows of dense black giant teeth are like giant swords made of obsidian.

"Is it a dragon?" Geralt said to himself in surprise: "There are dragons in this world?"

"It's very similar, but I've never seen one before. I've heard of such a big dragon..." Visemir said: "The biggest one... is bigger than a golden dragon."

Feeling Arya on her back seemed to be trembling, Geralt patted the girl's head and said in a strange common phrase: "Alia, don't be afraid."

"We... are here..." Bailang walked up and looked up at the huge skull:

"Even if it's alive, you... don't have to be afraid."

The witch hunters did not stay for too long. They found a hidden wooden door in the hall according to Arya's instructions and threw themselves into the darkness again.

The twisty stone corridor gradually disappeared, followed by a hole supported by wood, and finally entered a sewer filled with stinky water.

I don’t know how long I walked, but when several people swam out of the Black Water Bay, it was already midnight outside. The King’s Landing City was still brightly lit in the distance, and the guards could be heard faintly. The Red Fortress several miles away became a shadow on the skyline.

They advanced north along the shore and soon arrived in a forest just off Robbis Road.

A figure stood up from under the tree.

"Why did it take so long?" Dandrien's voice came over: "When the city gate was closed, I thought you could not get out."

"Then why are you still waiting here?"

"I'll leave after a moment!" the poet replied.

The white wolf did not respond. He looked to one side, and there were seven horses tied to the tree not far away.

Although this great poet is not serious all day long, he is still quite reliable at critical moments.

Geralt put down Arya on his back. The girl was already asleep, her dirty little face was full of peace. She was too tired and had never slept well in the past two months.

Dandelion took out a few pieces of bread and water from the package and distributed it to several people who were already hungry.

After a simple meal, Resor helped Ed Stark on the back of the horse. The Duke grabbed the reins and signaled that he could still ride a horse. The witch hunter nodded and turned over the horse.

Ned looked at King's Landing in the distance and couldn't hide his sadness. He escaped, but his daughter Sansa was left here. But he knew that as long as he was alive and as long as James was still in the hands of the North, Sansa would be fine.

"Everyone, I just waited for you and wrote another poem. Do you want to listen carefully?"

"Don't!" Lambert pretended to cover his stomach: "I just had a meal."

"It's a common word..." Dandrien ignored the protests of others and began to recite loudly on his own.

"The south of the king's leadership, the north bank of the Black Water River,"

“The great King’s Landing overlooks the entire continent,”

Several other witch hunters turned around and seemed to want to escape.

Dandelion followed closely behind and continued to recite his newly released masterpiece.

"The people are happy and prosperous, and the people are prosperous and brave,"

"The dark clouds of conspiracy cover the king's landslide,"

"The loyal Prime Minister was betrayed by the throne who was above him."

"Ah, even the seven gods can't bear to witness the melee,"

"The demon hunters fell into a trap,"

"But don't forget that even if everyone in the world betrays you, that person will always be by his side."

"He appears!"

"Dandrien,"

"The handsome bard carries a harp and a sword."

"The sharp knife comes out, and the flowing light is as cold as the white moon."

"The golden cloak shattered in the wind,"

"The white iron armor is divided into two halves under the sword."

"Another time, the white wolf escaped from heaven again."

"Handsome and powerful bard Dandelion,"

"The best companion for the witch hunters."

Ned, who was following behind, was already stunned.

Although most bards like to exaggerate, this one is really a bit too much.

But the other people seemed to have been used to this kind of scene, and some even shouted "Hello".

The horse's hooves galloped, and several people rode their horses to the north.

Ned Stark looked at the backs of the several swords in front of him, and wanted to thank him many times but didn't know where to start, and finally remained silent.

Looking at the bright moon in the northern sky, he suddenly realized that the seven kingdoms he knew were familiar with, Westeros, and even the whole world,
Chapter completed!