Red Fort.

King's Hall.

"We should take the initiative and try to sneak up on the soldiers crossing the Jaehaerys River in the area of the Blackwater River."

The Earl of Tars spoke louder, and the guards outside the hall touched their noses, sneak attack?

"You fool, you are sending you to death by using more than 10,000 soldiers to attack an army of more than 100,000," Count Rosby pointed at Lord Tars, who was very angry, but still Meg whispered, "Your Majesty, we should stick to King's Landing and use the Black Death to surprise Jaehaerys's royal tent, so that we can win." ”

Maegor was still the same as before, his hands on the black fire, but his body was no longer straight, and he listened carefully to the plans of his two closest and most loyal ministers.

Perhaps it would be better to have Tails lead his army to attack half of the enemy forces while Jaehaerys was crossing the river, so as to attract the help of the 'Silver Wings' or 'Dream Fire', and capture Jaehaerys himself.

He carefully analyzed the plan, and the two under the throne began to quarrel again, which caused him a little headache again.

Massaging her temples with her hands, Maegor commanded:

"At this time, it's late at night, when the wolf is in the middle of the night, you guys go down and rest first, and then I'll think about how to deal with it, no matter what, we will fight in three days."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The two saluted and retired, walked to the door and glanced at each other, and each walked out of the Red Castle.

Maegor let go of the black fire and looked at the Iron Throne beneath him, which had been forged into a symbol of power with thousands of weapons, and he thought to himself:

'Why don't I have a capable hand of the king?' A strategic plan has been argued countless times, and you have to design and conceive it yourself. ’

In order to cope with King's Landing's shaken heart, Maegor felt a little exhausted, not physically, but mentally.

Since Visenia's death, the politics of the kingdom have been like wild horses that have escaped their control, and the more they are restrained, the more the great princes are against them.

Mother, you only taught me how to kill the enemy, not how to control people's hearts, why did you just leave?

The hands of successive kings have been replaced, and they are all incompetent, how can fate treat me so coldly.

Lang Zheng!

It's the sound of weapons clashing.

Mei Ge picked up the black fire, put it on his shoulder, sneered disdainfully, and sneered:

"The rat has to run out of the hole to catch it."

He turned to look behind the Iron Throne, where a stone slab had been removed, and several black-clad knights stood next to it, the sound of them colliding as they came out of the secret passage.

Scold! I don't even need to call the Black Death some miscellaneous pieces, I will produce you with my own hands.

Seeing that the assassin Meg was not flustered, did not retreat and advanced, and went straight to the man in black, one person attacked the battle formation of more than ten people, Meg was full of confidence in his combat skills.

In the original history of Westeros, the Black Fire Sword was stolen by Rhaenia when she fled, and Maegor was assassinated empty-handed, captured directly, and then tied to the Iron Throne, slit her wrists, and died of blood.

In this life, Maegor held the Valyrian steel sword and began to shine with the brilliance he deserved.

The black fire in Mei Ge's hand suddenly drew a black light waterfall, and the tall black knight in the lead was about to resist with the sharp blade in his hand, but he saw the black fire like a giant python, turning the direction, and Mei Ge had already crossed him and fought towards his companions behind him.

Cough!

The tall black knight's eyes widened and his face looked horrified, what happened, why is my neck bleeding?

Cough! The tall black knight fell to the ground.

Several black-clothed knights behind him saw that their captain was actually in Megger's hands, and they didn't go through a round, and they all sweated in their palms.

However, Meg's second blow was still blocked by the prepared ones.

"Duh!!" Mei Ge shouted angrily, the black fire that was held by several long swords, used the reaction force, retracted into the air, and after accumulating the force, his hands were raised, and a black light instantly slashed down again.

Boom!

The blade of a steel sword was severed, along with the owner of the steel sword, who was slashed in two by the black fire from his shoulder to his waist.

As soon as the momentum of the three of them broke, Mei Ge was like a bamboo, and the sword was collected at his waist, and the black fire whistled at the other person.

Die!

Meg slashed left and right, the men in black were killed one after another, the assassins were killed and retreated, and Meg fought with the momentum of one person surrounding a dozen people.

As long as the men in black are surrounded, Meg will use the sharpness of the black fire to cut off one person's weapon, forcibly pierce the siege, and then counterattack and kill.

The roar of murder in the throne hall has already alarmed the guards outside the gate.

On duty tonight were Sir Maraton Moore and Sir O'Leva Brecken, and when they heard the clash of weapons, they knew that something was wrong.

When he walked into the hall, he saw that King Meggor was fighting with a dozen or so men in black, and the two looked at each other and rushed straight to the battle group.

"Your Majesty, I'm here to help you." Lord Maraton shouted, drawing his sword and stepping forward.

"If you dare to assassinate the king, let it be killed."

Sir Olewa also raised his weapon and slashed.

Mei Ge was fighting heartily, when she suddenly heard the voice of the Royal Forest Guard, and secretly scolded herself: "The reaction is so slow, if it weren't for his excellent combat skills, would these two fools come to collect my corpse?"

Wrong!!! There is the sound of wind behind the ears.

Years of combat experience immediately judged that this was the sound of weapons breaking through the air.

Black Fire backhanded and held up the two long swords.

Maegor looked back at the two Kingsguards, her face so gloomy that she could drip water.

Sir Maraton sneered twice, put away his sword and slashed again!!

Orewa said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. ”

He retreated to Maeg's left, which was the opposite of Maegor's dominant hand, and Oreva had been fighting with Meggor and was well aware of his weakness.

"Two more big rats, just right, the battle is not enjoyable," a trace of ruthlessness flashed on Megger's face, and his heart was on fire, "Die!" ”

A sword slashed at Sir Maraton's blade from the side.

Bite! ~Maraton's sword is knocked flying.

Maraton actually abandoned his sword and jumped back, this move saved his life, and he fought hard against the black fire, only the sword was killed.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Meg directly took advantage of the strength of this blow and slashed sideways towards Oleva.

As soon as Olewa wanted to attack, he saw the blade of the sword coming, and sighed in his heart, this kind of attack speed is worthy of Meg, so he had to put away his sword and go to the file.

The black fire was stopped by the long sword, and normally the blow was completed, but Meg forced the reaction force of the sword and slashed along the blade of Oleva.

Whoa, whoa! ~

Oreva's blade was pulled out of a jagged gap, and sparks erupted between the two swords, and the black fire had already pressed the tip of Oreva's blade, and then slashed down: Oreva's legs.

Burst! ~

Oreva's right leg was broken!

As soon as Maraton picked up the fallen sword, he found that Oleva had been cut down, and his originally calm expression gradually stiffened.

The black-clothed man who was killed five or six people in the back also stopped attacking, and he was terrified in his heart, it was the Royal Forest Iron Guard, the strongest knights in the whole continent, and they only walked one round under Mei Ge.

Malaton slowly retreated towards the door of the hall, his face heavy and wary, he was half-prostrate, the tip of his sword pointed at the man standing in the hall, as if facing a ferocious beast.

The man in black also retreated to Maraton's side, also acting on guard, slowly retreating, and the assassination mission could not be completed.

Meg spat bloody spit and came to Oreva's side with an indifferent face, Oleva gritted his teeth and endured the pain despite his stump, and the atmosphere in the hall became oppressive.

Maegor grinned, staring at Malaton as he raised his sword and slowly plunged it into Oreva's chest.

Yes! ~

Oleva looked hideous, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the double torture of body and mind let out a wail.

Malaton's pupils constricted, and at this moment he wanted to run as soon as he wanted to, but reason told himself that he would only die faster by turning his back on the enemy, swallowed his saliva, and continued to slow down his hind legs.

The legs of the men in black were trembling, but they were still by Maladon's side, this was their chance to live, and I hoped that the White Knight would save their lives.

Oreva had stopped struggling, and Maegor raised her head, pulled out the black fire, and walked towards Maraton.

Looking at Malaton's pale face, Maeg showed a playful expression, he liked to watch the prey struggle and resist, and admired these guys fighting trapped beasts, and then being crushed by himself little by little, both physically and psychologically.

"Tut-tut...."

"Maradon, what are you retreating? I am your king," said Megar, with a soft smile on her face and a cruel glint in her eyes, "Come here! My Kingsguard. ”

When Malaton heard this, his backward steps almost fell, and he felt like a devil approaching him slowly, trying to collect his soul.

The smiling devil is thinking about grabbing himself, torturing himself, and then devouring himself in one gulp.

Maegor is the reincarnation of the devil and is a... The forehead is long.... Worm-like green tendons.... Devil?

Boring! Boring!

The Blackfire Sword fell to the ground.

Mei Ge held his head in his hands, knelt on the ground trembling, staring at the smooth floor of the royal hall, his five views twisted together, saliva and tears and snot kept leaving, and his eyes showed despair.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be like this, how can it be ....."

Yes!!

Before Maegor lost consciousness, she felt that someone was tying herself, and someone had poured a lot of water on her wrist, and it kept flowing, and it didn't stop... Flow......