Under the night sky illuminated by fire, giant dragons soared in the sky and circled around the towering tower, spitting out dragon flames and burning.
The towering tower that is more than 800 feet high reaches into the sky, and the figure of the giant dragon seems a little small in front of it.
However, the towering tower stood firm as Lord Leyton Hightower said. Even the dragon's flames could not incinerate its masonry, but the people inside the towering tower felt uncomfortable.
They will be braised in it like roast ducks in a hanging furnace. This level of punishment is unbearable for ordinary people, even worse than being burned alive.
Their skin will lose moisture first and then become dry and crispy, followed closely by their flesh, blood, and internal organs. The oil will be roasted out and sizzle, exuding an alluring fragrance. Perhaps it is their best choice to kill themselves as soon as possible.
The war is over.
Lord Leyton Hightower and his eldest daughter, the 'Mad Girl' Mauroya Hightower, were roasted alive on the top of a towering tower. When their charred bodies were later found, the two seemed still close to each other.
Hug each other tightly.
As for the other members of the Hightower family, they fled desperately. Some fled to the Shield Islands by boat, and some went directly to another continent.
Garth Hightower, the 'grey iron' who commanded the army, was besieged by the Dornish army on the battlefield. In the end, several spears pierced his heart and he died in the battle.
Without their commander, the Hightower family army completely lost the courage to resist.
"escape!"
"Run away!"
"Help!"
They threw away their weapons and ran away. Some hid in houses, while others took off their armor and jumped into the cold river, trying to swim out of the old town through the waterway.
Now Oldtown, the greatest city in Westeros, has become a hell on earth, with Dornish armies and Dothraki running rampant in the city.
"This is the trauma that war brings to mankind, but mankind cannot avoid it."
Viserys, who was supposed to be recuperating in Highgarden, actually appeared on a hillside outside the old town riding a white horse.
He took advantage of the rich darkness of night and overlooked the city in the distance with its flames blazing into the sky.
There were several loyal Dothraki roaring warriors beside the silver-haired young man. They were wearing animal skin armor, horsehair leggings, holding scimitars and torches and riding war horses. They were looking around vigilantly.
It seems that Viserys traveled lightly and kept a low profile.
"Perhaps one day in the future people will understand each other and restrain each other to avoid the outbreak of war."
"But not now."
"For this era, unification is the best way to end the civil war."
Viserys looked at the firelight of Old Town, then took a deep breath and spoke.
"The war in the Reach is over."
Beside him, the new Earl of Star Shuttle City, Willas Tyrell, had a somewhat complicated expression.
If Highgarden and Oldtown had adopted the same choice, would they have ended up like this?
However, Earl Leyton Hightower of Old Town was his grandfather, and his mother, Ellery Hightower, was Earl Leyton's second daughter. While Willas was grateful, it was hard not to feel sad.
"Your Majesty is right, but this is also one of the stubborn diseases in Westeros that has been difficult to cure."
"The concept of family and power is deeply ingrained."
"People don't know how to unite, let alone understand each other."
The night was shrouded, and the firelight in the distance illuminated his cheeks. Villas tightened the reins to calm the restless war horse under his crotch.
Although Viserys rejected Lady Olenna's request to send Little Rose into the harem and drove them out of Highgarden and moved them to Starshuttle City, he did not kill the Tyrell family with a stick.
Willas Tyrell said that if he wants to come to King's Landing, he can do any kind of job.
Viserys also recognized Willas' ability, so he appointed him as a tax collector under the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who would be responsible for the taxation of a certain region for the royal family in the future.
This job cannot be said to be very high-ranking and powerful, but it does have some lucrative opportunities. Viserys placing Willas Tyrell in such a position is also a test of his ability.
When the new Earl of Star Shuttle City got the job opportunity, he readily agreed without any hesitation.
Even though the tax official might not be very friendly to a cripple like him due to the long journey, Villas didn't care and firmly seized this opportunity.
Therefore, Viserys took Willas Tyrell with him when he set off from Highgarden to Oldtown. Oldtown was already considered the last major castle and city in the south of the kingdom that was still resisting the Iron Throne.
By the time the Iron Throne's army conquered Oldtown, the southern part of the kingdom had almost been completely recovered. Next, when the war is over, Willas Tyrell will follow Viserys and the army north to return to King's Landing to serve.
Waiting for the news that the king's army will be settled in the north and the country will be unified.
"Your Majesty wants to use the Dothraki's butcher knife to eliminate the city and the church in one battle?"
And looking at the old town in the distance that was wailing under the ravages of iron hoofs, the Starry Cathedral collapsed under the dragon flames, the dragon surrounded the towering tower and continued to spit out dragon flames, and Vilas Ti stood on the hill outside the city on horseback.
Li'er was silent for a moment, but couldn't help but speak.
"For His Majesty's great ideals, the church and the city have indeed become obstacles."
"Your idea of using the Dothraki to eradicate them under the pretext of recuperation is indeed a stroke of genius, but"
Willas Tyrell hesitated to speak. He had been educated in the school city since he was a child, and it was really hard to bear to see the old town fall into crisis.
Viserys heard Willas's voice and turned to look at him, and then spoke.
"but what?"
"Will burning the Starry Temple trigger a backlash from the followers of the Seven Gods?"
"And knowledge and books are guiltless, right?"
"you…"
Willas was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Viserys knew all this.
He originally thought that Viserys was a person with an indifferent personality, ruthless methods, and would do anything to achieve his goals, but he did not expect that Viserys behaved very soberly and was not dazzled by victory at all.
"If you knew from the age of eight that there was a king who wanted to kill you, and you were still helpless, you would know that you had to think twice before doing anything."
Viserys said in a calm voice.
“The world I want is not built on people who are loyal to the current order.”
"If the believers jump out now, it's time to deal with them all in one go, otherwise it won't be convenient to start a war after the world is at peace."
"As for the Citadel, as the highest institution of knowledge in Westeros, they should not be concentrated together, and they should not be far away from the capital of the kingdom."
"I will break it up and scatter it around the world."
"From Winterfell to Dorne, from Port Lannet to Pentos."