Chapter 192 The Lion’s Response

(Volume 3: The dead do not die)

Lancel Lannister rode east along the Greenblood River, and finally a city appeared at the end of the desert——

Sunspear.

He tightened his grip on the horse's belly, increased his speed, and soon came to the first level with a heavy soldier's handle.

The road was blocked by a five-foot-high earthen wall, with the red-and-gold lion banner of House Lannister flying high above.

Sir Lancel rode forward and said loudly:

"Who's in charge here?"

The guard captain soon appeared, recognized the nephew of the Duke of the West, and quickly sent someone to escort him to the army station.

Lancel walked forward in silence, frowning, thinking about how to report to Lord Tywin what happened in Tianji City later...

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and carrion crows were wandering beside the road. It was obvious that a battle had occurred here recently.

After passing a row of fortifications composed of sharpened wooden piles, Lancel finally saw the camp that stretched for several miles.

Wisps of smoke rose up like a black forest. A gallows stood in front, with a shaking corpse hanging on it, covered with crows.

A little further ahead, Lancel saw the tall city wall of Sunspear, which was already stained with blood. It seemed that the army had begun to attack the city.

The progress of the Iron Throne's second army is really rapid, and they have actually reached the home of the Martell family.

But thinking of all the messes on the first army's side... Lancel completely lost his mood again.

Walking into the Chinese army camp, Lancel saw Lord Tywin drinking and chatting with his brother, his father, Ser Kevan Lannister.

"Lord Tywin, father." Lancel stepped forward and saluted.

"Lancel?" Sir Kevan was surprised to see his son, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to deliver a letter."

Duke Tywin suddenly had a bad premonition:

"What letter requires you to travel in person?"

Lancel took out a roll of parchment from his arms and handed it to Duke Tywin:

"My lord, this is a letter written by my cousin Cersei..."

He didn't say much, and maybe he didn't know what to say. Everything that happened in Tianji City was so ridiculous that it felt unreal to him.

Lord Tywin read quickly. After reading, he stared at Lancel with his eyes shining with golden light:

"Joffrey is dead?"

"Yes……"

"Joffrey is dead?" Kevan exclaimed.

Lord Tywin handed the letter to his younger brother, and then looked at his nephew:

"Cersei talks too much and is mixed with personal emotions. I want you to tell the story from beginning to end. Remember, I only want facts, unbiased facts!"

"Yes..." Lancel could only tell everything that happened in Tianji City.

Joffrey's various dirty tricks were not hidden either.

Lord Tywin listened quietly with no expression on his face. He showed no expression even when he heard Lord Eddard Stark declare that Cersei's three children were not of royal blood. He also showed no expression when he heard that Joffrey was killed by Samwell Caesar.

He didn't even blink when he killed him.

But when Lancel talked about Samwell Caesar hatching a dragon, the Warden of the West finally couldn't help but asked:

"Are you sure what Caesar hatched was a dragon?"

"Thousands of soldiers saw it with their own eyes." Lancel's throat rolled, "It is said that the blazing fire swallowed up Samwell Caesar and a dragon egg. When the flames subsided, a giant dragon was entrenched on his shoulders.

"

"This is impossible!" Kevan slammed the letter on the table at this time. "The Targaryen family has tried for hundreds of years. The fire in Summer Hall burned down the entire palace and hundreds of princes and nobles, but there was still nothing.

Hatched. Why does he, a Tali, bring the dragon back to this world!"

"He's not Tully, he's Caesar." Lord Tywin corrected his brother.

Kevan was stunned for a moment.

Of course he knew that his brother would not correct him on such a small issue.

Kevan said thoughtfully: "Brother, are you trying to say that Samwell is not actually Tully, but a Targaryen? Could it be the Mad King... But the Mad King has never been to Horn Hill.

"

"Blackfire." Lord Tywin spat out two words.

Among the several Valyrian steel swords inherited by the Targaryen family, the [Blackfire] sword is the most famous one. It was once the sword of Aegon the Conqueror.

Later, the sword was passed down by King Aegon IV to his illegitimate son, Daemon Vaishui.

Weishui is the common surname for the illegitimate children of the royal family, but after receiving the [Blackfire] sword, Daemon changed his surname to Blackfire and established his own family——

Blackfire family.

Before his death, "Mean King" Aegon IV did an extremely stupid thing. He legalized all his illegitimate children.

This also means that Daemon Blackfyre officially has the right to inherit the Iron Throne.

At first, Daemon Blackfyre had no ambitions, until Daeron II, who succeeded to the throne, married Princess Milia Martell in order to make Dorne surrender.

This behavior greatly dissatisfied the nobles of the other six countries, who did not want to see the Martell family gaining power in King's Landing.

The vassals of the Targaryen family did not want to see the crown prince with Martell blood sitting on the Iron Throne, so they gathered one after another to Daemon Blackfyre (although Daemon was an illegitimate son, his parents were Targaryen).

Gillian, who is of pure true dragon blood), eventually triggered the Blackfire Rebellion.

This rebellion was so widespread and influential that it took five generations of Targaryen kings to finally suppress it completely.

The last Blackfire was killed by the current Captain of the Kingsguard, the "Fearless" Barristan Selmy in the "Battle of the Nine Copper Kings".

"Isn't it possible?" Kevan frowned, "Samwell is Blackfyre? But aren't all the Blackfyres dead long ago?"

Duke Tywin said calmly: "It may not be impossible. The male line of the Blackfire family is extinct, but the maternal line still has inheritance."

"So... Samwell Caesar is the illegitimate son of Randyll Tarly and a certain female Blackfire?" Kevan murmured to himself, and then the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was probably true, "Yes! No wonder

When Randyll Tarly asked his eldest son to go out to explore, that child was not his legitimate son at all! What a Caesar! He was simply Blackfyre!"

Seeing his father and uncle struggling with Samwell's origin, Lancel couldn't help but remind him:

"Lord Tywin, father, shouldn't we be more concerned about what Eddard Stark claimed, that..."

"That lie?" Duke Tywin said calmly, "Since when can holding a book written by a former grand maester veto the king's legitimacy?"

Lancel was stunned for a moment.

However, seeing Lord Tywin's understatement, his heart that had been hanging before finally fell to the ground.

But Lancel still reminded: "Sir, what Duke Ed said...that lie, I'm afraid many people will choose to believe it."

Kevan said to his son calmly:

"Don't be too alarmed. The truth can be distorted in the face of power. Ed Stark can't make too big a storm, but that dragon... If another 'Conqueror' appears, we will really be helpless.

.However, fortunately, it will take a long time for the dragon to grow, so there is no need to worry about Caesar for the time being."

With that said, Kevan turned to Duke Tywin: "Now we still have to deal with Eddard Stark first. Although we can claim that those are all lies, it is inevitable that some careerists will still use this to cause trouble.

Especially the two brothers Stannis and Renly of the Baratheon family. If people believe Ed Stark's lies, then these two are the legal heirs to the Iron Throne."

Duke Tywin looked at Lancel with his shining golden eyes and asked:

"How many days ago did this happen?"

"Five days. After the incident, I immediately rode on horseback to come to you day and night. We also killed all the ravens in Tianji City."

Duke Tywin nodded: "Fortunately, you came quickly enough. The messenger from the north should have been a step slower. And without the raven, it will take some time for the news to spread. Now we have the upper hand."

The guardian of the Western Region pondered for a moment, then stood up, seeming to have made a plan.

"The situation is indeed not at its worst yet. Ed Stark may seem menacing, but in fact he may not get much real help. Moreover, King's Landing is now in our hands, whoever will sit on the Iron Throne will naturally

It's us who have the final say.

The key to winning or losing this war actually lies in whether we can choose our allies correctly, and more importantly, whether we can choose our enemies correctly."

With that said, Duke Tywin looked at his younger brother and ordered: "Kevan, you immediately take all the cavalry in the West, go into battle lightly, and go to King's Landing as quickly as possible to let the Archbishop crown Tommen Baratheon.

"

"The Archbishop..." Kevan considered, "What if you don't want to cooperate?"

Duke Tywin said coldly: "He has just accepted a crystal crown from the Lannister family. He should know what to do. If he forgets, remind him that the Lannister family can also give this crown to others.

.”

"good."
To be continued...