On Liu Qian's position, the Prince of the Wind Blowing Group and his mercenaries who were accustomed to seeing death and tragedy also fell into death-like silence at this moment.
They were far away and unharmed by the blast wave, but the devastating sight and the gruesome collective horror were enough to send shivers down even the most ruthless mercenaries.
"Gods—above—"
A mercenary from the wind-blown regiment retched and his face turned pale.
"That—what the hell is that? Dragon flame? Another mercenary's voice trembled with an uncontrollable tremor.
"No—more terrifying than the dragon flame—"
An old mercenary muttered, his eyes full of fear.
On the face of the Prince of Cage, there was only a trace of indescribable fear left at this moment.
He was well-informed and had spent half his life in the shadows of the continent of Essos, but he had never seen such a terrifying scene.
He looked at the back of the young king on the lookout in the distance, and for the first time he clearly felt a feeling of awe and a deep chill.
This Oriental man has the power to burn down the city-state and turn any army to flying ashes.
Enemies of such people?
That's a dead end.
The trebuchet attacks did not stop.
After the initial shocking blow, Cobain and the old pyromancer calmly commanded the subsequent projection, depending on the burning and the fortress structure.
More wildfire pots were loaded and projected, falling on key support points for forts, warehouses for stockpiling, and areas trying to rally resistance.
Every fall means the fall of more areas and the loss of more lives.
The High Fortress, a steel fortress that the Mir people had high hopes for, has now turned into a crematorium burning with a demonic green light.
The once strong stone walls were burned red, cracked, and collapsed, and the towers tilted and collapsed in the flames.
Thick black smoke and strange green smoke columns rose into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
The fire burned for a whole day and a night.
When dusk fell the next day, and the afterglow of the setting sun tried to penetrate the thick smoke, only a huge charred and smoky ruins remained, leaving only the highland fortress that once dominated the central hill.
The pungent smell of burnt can be smelled inside and outside.
Twisted and deformed metal, glassy stones that melt and solidify, and large expanses of ash covering the ground outline the outline of this purgatory.
In the ruins, you can occasionally see some curled up and blackened and inhumane remains.
Liu Qian immediately ordered to lead the dragon spirit guards and soldiers into the ruins to search.
The mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Rebellion also followed Liu Qian's army into this ruins where the residual temperature remained.
Even the most daring mercenaries can't help but turn pale when they step into this area, holding back the desire to vomit.
King's Landing, brothel.
The intense, almost sweet aroma of fat powder mixed with the sour smell of aged wine and sweat accumulates in the richly decorated room.
The heavy velvet curtains isolate the hustle and bustle of most markets, leaving only the warm and dim light and shadow under the swaying candlelight in the room.
The vulgar murals on the wall depict the debauchery of the gods, and the silk on an exaggerated bed in the corner is messy, silently hinting at the livelihood of this place.
Ed Stark looked at his surroundings and felt that the bones of his whole body were rattling, out of place with this obscene environment.
He had just escaped from the royal meeting, and it was a painful meeting.
The kingdom's coffers have long been emptied by Robert's extravagance, and the debt is as high as millions of golden dragons.
The heavy numbers overwhelmed him.
Under the high debt, Robert actually had to hold a grand prime ministerial martial arts conference.
However, what caught him off guard was that he was led to this filthy place by Petyr Belisi.
And here, he met his wife, Caitlin Stark, who was supposed to be thousands of miles away and sitting in Winterfell.
Caitlyn snuggled up to him, looking at his chest tightly.
The two have only been separated for more than a month, but their thoughts for each other are very strong.
Her face was much haggard than she remembered, and her eyes were filled with the fatigue and unquenched fear of a long journey.
Caitlyn whispered in his ear:
"Ned, I told Petyr all our suspicions about Jon Arryn's death, and he promised to assist you in investigating the truth, and he has many sources of information here."
As soon as they met, Ed heard Caitlin's words that were enough to break him.
When the news of Bran's assassination came out of her mouth, it already made his heart heavy.
However, at this moment, her words of understatement brought another kind of bone-chilling coldness.
She actually told the secret of the power struggle at the top of the kingdom to the Chancellor of the Exchequer in front of him, with a narrow smile and twinkling eyes?
This is not good news.
This is a disaster!
Ed turned his head sideways, his gray-blue eyes piercing Caitlyn's eyes.
His eyes were full of incredible questioning, and a hint of deep worry.
He wanted to blurt out and shout at his wife.
My good lady, what are you thinking? Do you know what you're doing?!
Ed's shocked expression that almost lost his speech fell on Littlefinger's eyes.
He reclined leisurely on the soft couch opposite, his fingertips gracefully twisting a silver wine glass filled with crimson wine, his trademark narrow smile on his face.
"Dear Lord Ed, she did trust me very much, and she not only informed me of your shared concerns about the death of Master Jon, but even shared with me the contents of the two 'interesting' secret letters you received without reservation: :"
Ed turned pale when he heard this.
The secret letters represent the two accusations made by Stannis and Ryza about Jon Arryn's death...
These are the secrets that are enough to stir up the Seven Kingdoms and set off a bloody storm.
How could his lady be so rash to inform this little finger that has gained a foothold in King's Landing with trickery and betrayal?!
Compared with Ed's shock and aphasia, Petyr Berisi also set off a huge wave in his heart when he first heard from Caitlin about Lanley's amazing plan to depose Cersei and replace Miss Tyrell as queen.
The value of this news was far greater than he expected.
When he learned that Ed had suspected that Lanley was the real culprit of Jon Arryn's murder, Petyr almost burst into laughter.
Littlefinger certainly knows how Jon Arryn died.
It was a masterpiece he completed with the help of Lysa Arling.
He had carefully planned to use Lyza's letter accusing Cersei and the carefully "arranged" Valyrian steel dagger to ignite the war between Stark and Lannister, the arch-enemies, and watch them bite each other.
However, the conspiracy about Lan Li brought by Caitlin instantly opened his mind.
This unexpected joy made Petir want to adjust his plans.
Stark, Lannister, Tyrell, and Lanley - the four forces are suspicious of each other and hostile to each other.
It was simply a feast of chaos given by the gods.
He can thread a needle in it with ease, fan the flames, and make the fire burn even more vigorously.
So, while he continued to swear to Caitlyn, insisting that the dagger held by the assassin who assassinated Bran was undoubtedly Tyrion Lannister, directing Stark's wrath to the West.
On the other hand, his calculating brain had already begun to run rapidly, thinking about how to use Lan Li's "replacement conspiracy" bombshell to guide the conflict between the Duke of Fengxi Castle and the rest of the forces.
Littlefinger was sure in his heart that he must "visit" Lan Li as soon as possible.
Facing her husband's shocked and angry gaze, Caitlin seemed to be out of the matter.
Instead of the slightest remorse or uneasiness, she raised her face and softly defended her little finger in a tone with old warmth:
"Ned, don't look at Petyr like this, he and I are like siblings, he won't harm me, and Petyr knows everything about King's Landing, only he can help us find the truth and protect our children."
As close as brothers?
He won't harm you?
Ed looked at the almost blind trust in his wife's eyes, and a sense of powerless absurdity instantly flooded into his heart.
In the more than ten years since he married Caitlin, he thought he knew enough about Caitlin's tenacity and wisdom to support the North.
However, at this moment, in the filthy brothel room of King's Landing, facing Petyr Berry's narrow smiling face, Ed only felt dizzy.
Caitlyn's naivety made her so gullible in the whirlpool of power.
He heavily looked away from Caitlyn's face and ended up on Littlefinger.
Petyr Berisi was leisurely sipping the wine, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not change at all.
Ed only felt a chill rise from his spine.
This seemingly harmless and even somewhat slippery Chancellor of the Exchequer is unfathomable and full of unknowns in his eyes at the moment.
Which side is he on?
Ed clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
In this room filled with sweet aromas, he felt unprecedentedly isolated and cold.
Not long after, Ed left Littlefinger's brothel with a gloomy face.
Caitlyn and Sir Roderick were sent away by the little finger.
What few people didn't notice was that at the windowsill outside the room just now, a figure was skimmed.