With a hearty laugh, a raging flame erupted in the man's body.

The flames are like torches, blooming with dazzling light.

By the time the light dissipated, the figure of the flames burning in mid-air had long since disappeared without a trace.

The nobles on the high platform looked at each other, and the residents of King's Landing in the square stared blankly at their fallen new king.

It wasn't until the Queen Mother Cersei's grief-stricken cries resounded through the square that the crowd was awakened from its stupor, and an even louder uproar erupted.

The crowd grew louder and louder, and everyone was shouting in astonishment or excitement, so that the golden-robed men who maintained order were somewhat out of control of the situation.

"What's that?"

"It's thunder and fire!"

"The Dragon Queen, Daenerys Targaryen......"

"Targaryen, Targaryen!"

"The Mad King's daughter is back!"

The crowd was noisy and chaotic, and all kinds of shouts came from it.

On the high platform, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Berry, who was in the corner, stepped back and watched coldly.

Cersei hugged Joffrey's cold corpse in her arms, her eyes revealing unforgettable hatred and madness.

Her father, Tywin, is still fighting Robb Stark, and her brother Jaime Lannister is on the front lines.

As soon as Joffrey died, her last reliance in King's Landing fell, and she was the only one left in the great king's capital.

"Tan! Case! Sharp! Quiet! ”

Cersei gritted her teeth and squeezed out the name, then turned her head sharply, glaring at the ministers around her like an angry lioness, her previously calm eyes now filled with hideous bloodshots.

"Find out Varys for me!"

"I want him to deliver a message for me, to spread the Lannister's wanted warrant throughout the Free City-States, and anyone, whoever can bring that bitch's corpse, I'm willing to exchange it for ten times the weight of gold!"

As soon as these words came out, many ministers looked at each other.

Berishi coughed lightly, stepped forward and whispered: "Queen Mother, your intelligence is lagging behind, as far as I know, all the free city-states in the Essos continent, including the three giant cities in Slave Bay, have now been taken under the rule of the Dragon Empress, and your wanted warrant is afraid that it will not be passed on......"

"What?!" Cersei's eyes widened, her face full of shock and anger, "That's not what Varys told me - he betrayed us?!" ”

Berish glanced around, but there was no Varys, so he shrugged, "I'm afraid so." ”

"Damn eunuch!" Cersei cursed, then her face changed, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Then catch the assassin first, Berish, and give the order to go down and hunt down the traitor who assassinated the king, and any resident who dares to hide the traitor will be punished for the same crime!" ”

"Yes, Queen Mother!"

Baerichy bowed and turned.

……

……

Westeros, Dragonstone.

The hall of Duke Stannis Baratheon was a large circular room with walls of black stone and no decoration, and four large and narrow windows facing east, west, north and south.

In the center of the hall is a round table carved out of huge wooden panels, ordered by Aegon Targaryen before the War of Conquest.

Aegon's carpenters carved bays and peninsulas in the shape of the Westfall continent, and carved the seven kingdoms of Aegon's time on a huge round table with exquisite carpenter's skill.

All of Westeros' rivers, mountains, fortresses, cities, lakes and forests are all part of it.

In the direction of Dragonstone Island in the open sea, there is a raised platform, on which is the only seat in the entire hall.

Stannis Baratheon, Duke of Dragonstone, sat on it.

Wearing a tight leather vest and brown coarse wool trousers, he had broad shoulders, strong limbs, and a tense face, and his face was full of determination and seriousness after a long period of wind and sun, and his whole body exuded a majestic temperament.

At this moment, the majestic king was inspecting the ministers at the round table, his tense face with a hint of mockery and sneer.

"It seems that the princes of Storm's Rest Castle are unwilling to raise troops for me, I know, they have always disliked me, these bastards, the cowardly, want to hide behind the city walls, wait for the war to be over and see the wind and the rudder, the bold have already surrendered to Lan Li...... Hmph, Lan Li! ”

Stannis snorted, anger and jealousy in his eyes.

The ministers in the audience looked at each other, and an old scholar stepped out of it and said softly: "Your Majesty, for the past thirteen years, Ling Lanli Baratheon has been the Duke of Storm's End, and these princes have all sworn allegiance to him......"

"His?!"

Stannis jerked up his voice and said angrily, "That was supposed to be mine!" ”

"I never asked for Dragonstone, I didn't want this place at all, it was Robert, his enemies were entrenched here, so he ordered me to sweep it away, I built a fleet for him, defeated the enemy, and fulfilled all my duties as a brother and courtier, but what about him?"

"He named me the Duke of Dragonstone, but he handed over all the Wind's Rest Castle that should have belonged to me to Lan Li!"

"That stinky boy is just a kid trying to steal the crown from me, Crison, you say, why does he covet the throne?"

"Just with his clumsy martial arts, his unsuccessful past, and the name of Longyang, which is embarrassing and spreads all over Westeros?!"

Angry roars echoed through the round table hall, and the ministers trembled.

Old Scholar Clison bowed his head slightly: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I can't answer for the gods, but your real enemy is the Lannisters, if you two brothers can fight side by side......"

"I will never compromise with Lan Li!" Stannis said in an irrefutable tone, "Unless he gives up his claim to be king." ”

Maester Clison sighed, "Well, then don't ally with him, others can help you too." ”

Stannis sneered, "Are you referring to Eddard Stark's eldest son, Ro Berstark? ”

Master Creson nodded, "Exactly, although he has established himself as the king of the North, as long as you are willing to help him rescue his father......"

Stannis interrupted him with another sneer, "Why should I rescue Eddard Stark, he is nothing to me!" ”

Davos couldn't help but come out and say, "So you're going to fight alone and not ally with anyone?" ”

Stannis frowned and fell silent.

Davos said in a sincere tone: "Your Majesty, with all due respect, you have invited the princes to the banquet today, and only Setiga, Valerian, and Bal Amon have come, and even if you add the brothers, uncles, and cousins of Lady Selise's mother's family, it will not be enough to confront the army of the princes of Storm's End. ”

"Your Majesty, you need allies!"

Davos said categorically.

Lady Selyse, who was standing next to Stannis, sneered and sneered, "So the rightful monarch of the Seven Kingdoms, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, must wag his tail and beg for mercy from widows, young sons, and robbers?" ”

Stannis frowned, "Madam, when did I wagging my tail and begging for mercy with them?" ”

A smile appeared on Mrs. Celise's face: "Your Majesty, I am very pleased that you can say this, you look at the sun hanging high in the sky outside the window, she is as bright as fire, just like the flaming red heart of Allah, this is His symbol, and it is also your banner!" ”

Lady Celis is speaking of Allah, not the gods, indicating that she has abandoned her belief in the old and new gods in favor of a god called the Lord of Light.

Stannis is a stubborn man, he is not fanatical about religion and faith, and when he heard this, he only said lightly: "Madam, your will of Allah should be kept for your own use, what I need is an army, not a blessing, can your Allah have an army for me?" ”

Lady Celis laughed and clapped her hands slightly, and there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the hall.

Stannis and his ministers turned their heads to see a red-robed witch entering the hall.

She wore a silk gown as bright as a flame, a golden-red collar on her fair and smooth chest, inlaid with a red gem, and waist-length hair like polished bronze, shining in the light of the torch.

But compared to her fiery red outfit, the most striking thing is her delicate and beautiful face, the bare skin on her chest and neck is fair and smooth, like the best whipped cream in King's Landing, and the combination of plump breasts and slender waist can be called an eye attraction.

Once a man's gaze rests on her, it's hard to take it off, even the old bachelor Cresson.

Seeing that the ministers in the hall were all casting souls, Lady Celis showed a contemptuous look and said lightly: "This is the red-robed witch, Melisandre. ”

Melisandre bowed slightly: "I've seen you. ”

Stannis frowned and said lightly, "Do you have a way to send me an army?" ”

Melisandre smiled slightly, stepped along, and walked up to the high platform in full view of everyone, and leaned into Stannis's ear.

The fragrant breeze swept in his face, and Stannis's heart fluttered, and his body reacted unconsciously.

In the next second, a magnetic, pleasant sound like a kitten scratching sounded in Stannis's ears.

"Melisandre, on behalf of our lord Daenerys Targaryen, I send you my sincerest greetings!"

Before he could finish speaking, Melissandra's arm suddenly burst into flames.

The scorching flames coalesced into blades, piercing Stannis's chest in an instant.

Stannis's eyes widened in rage, and he yelled and kicked at the glamorous witch in front of him.

But Melisandre departed long before her opponent could make a move, and her flaming butterfly dodged Stannis's counterattack.

The flames were raging, and in an instant, Stannis's entire body was set on fire, causing him to turn into a humanoid ball of fire on the throne, staggering to his feet, and let out a gut-wrenching scream.

"Your Majesty!"

The ministers at the round table exclaimed one after another.

Lady Celis, next to her, also widened her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Davos, the onion knight, angrily drew his sword at his waist and strode forward, slashing at Melisandre, the red-robed witch.

Melisandre stepped back slightly, dodging the slash, and then said lightly, "My lord has decreed that the Targaryens are about to return, and any traitor who dares to usurp the throne will not escape the fate of being burned by the flames!" ”

(End of chapter)