Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 163: Rebellion in King's Landing 3
Back to the past, not long after Ned sent his daughter away, he received a report from the guards that the soldiers of the Lannister family suddenly took over the gate of the Red Castle.

Upon 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 corridors of the Red Keep with a solemn expression, but fate seemed to play a cruel joke at this moment. Before he reached Robert's residence, the confused servants in the Red Keep 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 filled with regret and sorrow, and he blamed himself for his indecision, which had cost his best friend his life.

But Ned knew now was not the time to grieve and that a decision had to be made 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 and use the royal fleet to quell the rebellion.

When they arrived at the gate of the Red Castle, they found Jaime Lannister and his soldiers already waiting there.

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

Without any words or condemnation, Ned, whose heart was filled with grief and self-blame, pulled out the ice without hesitation and led his men to rush forward.

Although they were outnumbered, the guards were much more powerful than their opponents, and in a moment the brave guards protected Stannis and rushed to the gate.

James frowned, his anxiety growing stronger. He drew his sword and charged into the battle. His sword slashed like lightning, instantly knocking a guard to the ground.

The sound of sword and armor hitting each other was crisp and harsh, and sparks flew everywhere.

James turned his wrist and swung the sword again, accurately stabbing the other man's throat.

The other person's eyes widened in horror, but before he could react, he slowly fell down.

Then he walked towards Ned, and Ned's eyes flashed with determination. He immediately raised the ice and stepped forward. At this moment, a golden-robed man stabbed out from the side like a venomous snake. Ned was not careful 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 blood instantly stained his trouser legs red. The sharp blade of the spear pierced deeply into his flesh, and the pain made his body tremble continuously. Every tremor seemed to tell of his unyielding and tenaciousness.

There were only two guards left from the North. When they saw Ned was injured, they gave up their opponents without hesitation and came to rescue Ned.

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

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

At this moment, Stannis's guards have been reduced to five people. Fortunately, they successfully opened the gate, but this also attracted countless enemies to swarm in. They guarded Stannis tightly and built a last line of defense for him with their lives.

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 need to die. It was his kindness and hesitation that made them fall here. Ned tightly grasped the ice in his hand. 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 tried to dodge in fear, but Ned's sword was too fast and beheaded him directly.

As blood rained down from the sky, Ned endured the pain and knocked down a golden-cloaked man, blocking Stannis. He shouted loudly: "Stannis, go!" His voice echoed on the battlefield, full of determination and resoluteness.

Stannis hesitated for only a moment before turning away, and the guards beside him also consciously sent three people to cover Ned's retreat.

However, just as Stannis rushed out of the Red Keep, a group of gold cloaks with bows and arrows hurried over. They quickly drew their bows and aimed their arrows at Stannis and his guards.

Sharp arrows flew like locusts, and Stannis, who was unprepared, was hit by several arrows in an instant, and one arrow hit his neck. Blood continued to flow from the wound, his body shook for a few times, and finally, he fell down weakly.

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 grip on Ice.

The two-handed sword made of Valyrian steel slammed heavily to the ground with a dull sound, as if playing the final 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, but 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 dragged Mathos away, and their figures disappeared in the chaotic crowd.

Jaime kicked Ned down and ordered the soldiers beside him, "Take him away and ask Pycelle to treat his wounds. The Hand of the King cannot die from excessive blood loss."

The Narrow Sea - Dragonstone
In the sky, the thick clouds were like a huge gray scroll, pressing low over the sea.

Gawen's fleet surrounded Dragonstone tightly, leaving no escape.

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

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

The royal fleet was blocked by the enemy before it even had the chance to put out to sea, and its fate was strangled by the throat.

After the initial shock, the panicked soldiers rushed to board the ship and fight back, but it was too late.

The huge golden dragon swooped down from the sky like a destructive lightning, with dragon flames burning fiercely, instantly burning the warship.

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

The defenders on the shore sought shelter, but under this overwhelming attack, there were very few safe places to find.

Not willing to be outdone, they used their few catapults to fight back. However, under the attack of the golden dragon, the force of their counterattack became weaker and weaker.

(End of this chapter)