Stuck in a pool of blood, if you don't wade into blood, then the way back is just as tiring and tiring.

Eddard Stark had no turning back from the moment he drew his sword, and the Valyrian greatsword "Ice" in his hand flew up and down, stabbing left and right, and the sharp blade mercilessly slashed through the warm veins of the Lannister guards.

"Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof" As a wolf king of the north who once fought alone in the Tower of Elysium, and won the battle, Eddard Stark's swordsmanship is so strong and brave that there are few opponents in the Seven Kingdoms. In just a few rounds, the sword flashed, and the five Lannister guards fell unwillingly in a pool of blood.

If it was in the original book, Eddard Stark never made up his mind to play the sword, and as a result, he was in trouble from the beginning, and now, the one who can't react is Jaime Lannister. He was well aware of the Prime Minister's character, resolute but unwilling to really clash with people unless necessary, but what Ed did today was beyond his expectations.

The reason is very simple, first of all, Du Yu reminded him that there may be danger today, coupled with the frequent warnings in his heart, which made him more cautious and mentally prepared for the current situation.

The second is Du Yu's promise, promising to protect his daughter, so that he doesn't have to worry about the future for the time being, although Du Yu looks very secretive, but he is very good to his daughter Arya, so he doesn't have him.

And the last reason is the soft silver chain mail given to him by Du Yu, the invulnerable soft armor can be said to have directly doubled his combat effectiveness, and the two blows that should have been very fatal only cut through Prime Minister Ed's coat, the chain mail on his body was silver, and the raindrops slipped down, and there was no blood mark.

"Very good, worthy of Eddard Stark! I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Jaime Lannister sat on his horse, watched coldly, and saw Ed covered in blood, and a secret admiration rose in his heart.

"Humph!" Ed let out a cold sound from his nostrils, but he didn't speak, just raised the cross sword in his hand high, and blood slipped from the spine of the sword, like dense blood-red spider webs, which looked like a strange and hideous beauty.

Jory and Thomas were now seriously wounded, neither of them had Eddard Stark's armor, the Lannister guards pierced their lungs with spears, and the blood was choking out, and life was passing little by little, and they couldn't live anymore.

Eddard Stark looked at his loyal guard, unable to tell whether it was tears or rain in his eyes, and murderous intent boiled in his determined gaze.

"Come on, let me see what the Lannisters are capable of." Eddard Stark's low, hoarse voice pierced through the rain curtain and was clearly heard by everyone present.

However, no one moved, and the Lannister's guards were waiting for orders from Jaime the Kingkiller. The Lannister lion, wearing a lion helmet and golden armor, and a carved golden sword, turned over and dismounted in the eyes of everyone. "Huh", a dark golden sword light cut through the rain curtain, and the "Monarch Slayer" pulled out his sharp blade that sipped the blood of the last dragon king.

"Do you think you're powerful, this is King's Landing, not Linwinter, honorable Stark, stupid Stark, although you have been dying, but you still have some value, for my brother, I will not kill you." A cold glint flashed in Jaime's eyes, "Tear his guards apart, feed the crows with their intestines, and break Eddard Stark's legs for me." ”

"Kill!" Eddard Stark didn't talk nonsense, and his greatsword in both hands pulled up a sharp cross, and with a single sword shattered the lion-shaped helmet of one of the Lannister guards rushing in front of him, sending his head like a watermelon.

He rushed directly into the killing array, and the long sword provoked a bloody storm. And Jory and Thomad, knowing that they were seriously injured and had no chance of surviving, also ignited their last trace of fighting spirit, boiling with burning blood, brandishing a big sword and rushing forward.

Four spears pierced their lower abdomen and cut open their intestines. The two of them showed a resolute look at Ed and shouted, "My lord! Fast...... Walk! Walk! "Then the blood mixed with the minced flesh and fused with the earth, life and death, dust to dust, dust to dust.

Sometimes fate is like a prostitute, deliberately showing off the dominant party and fueling his arrogance. Littlefinger was gone, and the royal city guards were completely nowhere to be seen.

A one-man charge, it was a doomed charge, the spearmen could not kill Eddard with the sharp tip of their spears, but they could sweep with the rods of iron, and after paying the price of three men, Stark was still knocked down, he was flipped to the ground, and the spears turned into a rain of sticks and crackled down.

When Littlefinger and the Guardians of the City found him, he sat in the rain in the street, looking sadly at the corpses of his guards, not saying a word, and bursting into tears.

The golden-robed guard got the stretcher out of nowhere. On the way back to the castle, he was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes and lost consciousness several times. He remembered that in the gray morning light, the Red Keep stood in front of him. Heavy rain stained the whitewashed stone walls into a blood-red color.

Then, Scholar Paisher suddenly appeared beside him, holding a cup in his hand, and whispered, "My lord, drink this." Come, here's poppy milk that will give you pain relief. He remembered drinking it himself, and then Paisel instructed someone to boil the wine and bring a clean towel. After that, he couldn't hear anything.

The king dreamed, the prime minister dreamed, and he only realized the bitterness in this sentence when he lay in bed to recuperate, his king, really dreaming, I don't know when the Robert he knew changed, and he always pretended to be deaf and dumb and ignored the news he didn't want to hear.

The conflict between him and the Lannisters can only be exchanged for the same persuasion as King Robert and the mud, by the way, what happened to his daughter, after his body eased a little, all he could think about was his family.

the prime minister, the king!

Ed scolded in his heart, he struggled to get up from the hospital bed, called a maid, when he saw the maid's blonde hair like a waterfall, his brows furrowed, his heart was very unhappy, the killing in the rain seemed to release all the strong emotions in his heart that had been suppressed for a long time, and he had a more direct perception of love and hatred, more clear and not melancholy.

"My lord! You're awake, what's the matter? The maid's gentle voice pulled him back into consciousness.

"Go and get the Earl of Malvern, and tell him that I want to see my daughter." After saying this, he seemed to collapse all over his body, although the soft armor of the protective body made him have no major wounds all over his body, but the power of the hammer of the stick could not defend against it. He felt like his bones were falling apart.

"Yes, sir." The maid smiled and turned around and walked out, Ed was very suspicious that it was the Lannister's eyeliner, the death of the guard, the belated arrival of Littlefinger, and Du Yu's warning, which made him wary and suspicious of everything.

"Neither the seven heavens nor hell can give you comfort, only we can, I pray to myself, pray for myself." Littlefinger was now in his room, standing in front of the idol, muttering in a low voice.