Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Her Highness the Princess is very lucky."

"If His Majesty hadn't pulled you onto the carriage back then, I'm afraid..."

Varys stood under the blazing sun, recounting the secrets of the past, and finally shrugged, giving Tywin a "good luck" look before speaking.

"Therefore, the Lannister family's intention to completely eliminate the royal family has been exposed."

"The royal family should now repay the Lannisters by erasing them from history."

The 'Eight-Clawed Spider' possessed too many secrets and had appeared as a witness several times during this period. After he finished speaking, he walked away.

Following Varys was Gregor Clegane, the 'Mountain,' who was nearly driven mad by Oberyn's torment.

His limbs were all broken, his face was pale and haggard, and his eyes were somewhat evasive, as if he hadn't seen the sunlight for a long time. His gaze toward Oberyn was also filled with fear.

Meanwhile, a burly knight looked on with great satisfaction at the Mountain's current state.

"This is exactly how you should be!"

"My brother!"

The Mountain turned to look at Sandor, his lips trembling slightly, but he said nothing.

Chapter 598 Beheading

The Mountain confessed to his crimes in front of a large crowd at a public trial.

He raped and murdered Princess Elia Martell, and grabbed an infant and slammed it against the wall.

However, he was unsure whether the baby was Prince Aegon, but he only wished for a quick death. Oberyn had tormented him for years, and even a man of iron and bronze could not endure it.

Gregor Clegane later confirmed that after storming King's Landing, Tywin Lannister ordered himself and Amory Loach, a knight under the Lannister family, to "storm the Red Keep and kill any living Targaryen."

They did as Lord Tywin Lannister ordered, but their methods were too brutal. The Mountain was captured in the Battle of Pentos many years ago, and the other murderer, Amory Lodge, died on the battlefield in the Westerlands, his head cut off.

The Mountain confessed to Tywin Lannister's orders, and the evidence was irrefutable. Oberyn Martell, standing to the side, had eyes blazing with rage. Even though so many years had passed and he had destroyed the Lannister family, hearing it again still made him feel uneasy.

Renis's eyes were also slightly red. In fact, she had forgotten what her father and mother looked like, forgotten their voices, but she had not forgotten their hatred.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"Lord Tywin."

As a participant in this event, Viserys remained calm and unmoved after hearing the news. He simply sighed after reviewing it again before speaking.

In fact, he already knew this outcome when he first arrived in this world and was preparing to escape King's Landing.

But at that time he was unable to issue a warning, he was unable to stop the Mad King from opening the city gates, and he was even less able to take away his sister-in-law, Princess Ilya, or many others. The Mad King was a Mad King because his mind was not that of a normal person.

Renis was chasing the black cat when she happened to run in front of the car. Viserys took pity on her and, gritting his teeth, pulled her into the car.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; Viserys."

"I fought, but I lost, and I have nothing to say."

Tywin raised his head, his voice hoarse and deep, offering no defense against any of the evidence and accusations against him, displaying a very tough demeanor.

"But there's one thing you must remember!"

Tywin stared intently at Viserys, then growled.

"Lannisters, debts must be repaid!!"

Tywin, who was being forced to kneel on the ground below, now knew his fate.

Rather than begging Viserys for mercy and hoping for a chance to wear the black robes, he would rather die with dignity.

Tywin knew that even if he begged for mercy, he would not have a chance to live, and preparations had already begun at the execution platform behind him.

"Prepare for decapitation!"

bang——

Two soldiers carried a large chopping board used by butchers to cut bones and placed it on the execution platform. The chief executioner in charge was Sandor Clegane, a knight from the West, who was wiping his greatsword before sheathing it.

The former royal magistrate, Ilyn Payne, was beheaded by Sandor a few days ago during his trial, a fitting end to his karma.

Sandor was defeated and captured at the Battle of Red Lake, and then surrendered to the Targaryen army. He was burned black at the time, and Oberyn only learned of his identity later.

Hound is a swift, accurate, and ruthless killer, an outstanding royal enforcer. He likes to drink before killing, then he is clean and efficient, finishing off the prisoner's head in one fell swoop, without causing them unnecessary suffering.

During this period, Sandor had already beheaded many people, averaging more than three heads a day.

However, the one he will be beheading at the start of today's event is his brother, Ser Gregor Clegane.

The Mountain was escorted to the execution ground like a dead dog. His arms and legs had been broken, so he was powerless to resist. He was pressed down onto the execution platform.

thump—

Meanwhile, Sandor, clad in heavy scale armor, picked up the wine jug on the table, took a few gulps, and then slammed it down.

Then, with a clang, he drew the two-handed greatsword from the side, its bright light dazzling under the blazing sun.

“I’ve wanted to kill you for a long time, my ‘big’ brother.”

The Mountain was pressed onto the execution platform, facing the enraged crowd below. His enormous head turned slightly, as if he suddenly had a moment of lucidity before death, since no one can truly face death with equanimity.

"Let me go!"

"Let me go!"

He struggled to get up, wanting to beg for mercy, after all, he had already identified Tywin, but Sandor's sword showed no mercy.

He raised his greatsword high, then brought it down with a thud. The Mountain's massive head rolled to the ground, spraying blood far and wide.

Sandor then wiped the blood off his sword and sheathed it again. The Unsullied soldiers on the other two sides stepped forward and dragged away the Mountain's corpse.

After the Mountain was executed, it was Tywin Lannister's turn.

"go!"

The Unsullied soldiers, expressionless, grabbed Tywin's arms and shoved him toward the execution platform.

The blood from the killing of the Mountain had not yet been wiped clean, and the chopping board reeked of a nauseating stench, soaked with the blood of countless people. The smell assaulted Tywin's nostrils, making his breathing quicken.

Even though Tywin had long been prepared to face death calmly, he, like the Mountain and many other prisoners who were put on the execution platform, felt fear at the last moment and did not want to die.

However, at this moment, no one cared what Tywin was thinking.

"Your Majesty!"

He was pinned to the execution platform by two Unsullied soldiers, his chest resting on the chopping block, his head suspended in mid-air, his neck protruding. A chilling and terrifying feeling that penetrated to the bone enveloped him, as if Death or the Stranger was right behind him, above him, staring at his pale neck.

Call ~

Call ~

Tywin's breathing became rapid, his mustache trembled slightly, and his chest heaved as fear completely enveloped him.

He tried to struggle but couldn't; the arms of the two Unsullied soldiers were locked firmly on his shoulders like pincers.

Glug glug—

Meanwhile, the hunting dog, who had just beheaded his brother, was drinking large gulps of strong liquor from his jug. The intense stimulation went straight down his throat and into his stomach.

Then, a hideous face, scarred by fire, contorted in a grimace, perhaps a victim of revenge, or perhaps a reflection on the past, uttered a curse.

Clang——

He casually tossed the wine jug to the ground, then Sandor Clegane gripped the hilt with both hands and drew the greatsword once more, its bright gleam blinding, and raised it high above his head.

Chapter 599 Tears

The Royal Enforcer, Hound, raised his greatsword high.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The people of King's Landing below chanted in unison, eager to witness the moment when the former Duke of Casterly Rock, high above them, would be beheaded.

Hidden among the crowd, standing at the very front, 'Jaime Stone' gripped the longsword at his waist, his body trembling slightly.

He was completely unaware that his fingernails had pierced his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers onto the ground.

James watched helplessly as his father was led to the execution platform, and at that moment he desperately wanted to draw his sword and rush up to save his father.

However, reason told him he couldn't do that, so he listened to his younger brother's advice. Rushing in like that would not only fail to save his father, but would also put him in danger.

"Feel sorry."

On stage, Tyrion seemed to be unable to bear watching any longer. He jumped off his chair, turned around to face his back, and made an excuse to go to the toilet.

Sitting beside him, Governor Petyr of the Vale held his wine glass and watched Tyrion's retreating figure with a thoughtful expression.

Meanwhile, in the distant Red Keep, Cersei wore rough clothes like a maid, her hands bearing the marks of washing clothes.

In order to survive in the Red Keep, and also for the sake of her two children and her own unyielding ambition, Cersei resolutely chose to give up her status as the former queen and decided to start from scratch and establish herself in the harem of the Red Keep.

Her first step in starting over was to begin with the most basic tasks.

There are many places in the Red Keep where maids are needed. She has plenty of breast milk and would be more suitable for the role of a wet nurse, but because of her special status, Cersei cannot get close to the royal nursery and cannot take care of the royal family members.

Therefore, she is now a laundry maid in the Red Keep. Although her life has hit rock bottom and she no longer looks like she did in her youth, wearing a servant's clothes, Cersei is only twenty-eight years old now, and her beauty still surpasses that of all others, even becoming more charming and graceful.

She stood atop a tower in the Red Keep, gazing down at the execution ground below.

She knew it was trial day, but she could not leave the Red Keep to attend her father's trial; she could only stand on the tower and gaze at the execution ground from afar.

Although it was far away and I couldn't see very clearly, I could still roughly see my father being led to the execution platform.

The executioner drank a large gulp of strong liquor, then threw away the flask and drew his sword.

Facing the blazing sun, he swiftly brought his blade down, and Tywin's head rolled to the ground. A deafening roar of cheers erupted below, while Cersei, standing atop the tower, had red-rimmed eyes, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Father!"

Standing at the very front of the crowd, Jaime Stone was surrounded by cheers. People were celebrating the beheading of Tywin Lannister, and some were even spitting on Tywin's head. Only he clenched his fists, tears streaming down his disguised ugly face.

At the trial, amidst the clamor of the crowd, the soldiers naturally couldn't attend to the feelings of the Lannister siblings.

An Unsullied soldier stepped forward, picked up Tywin's head, and then used the tip of his spear to lift it up. Two other soldiers dragged away Tywin's body, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground. The body was then placed on a flatbed cart and, like a pig being slaughtered in a slaughterhouse, was pulled away along with the Mountain's corpse.