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Prime Minister's Tower.

Towering towers, from top to bottom, without a single light.

There was no sound at all.

Even the torches on the walls outside the tower were extinguished.

Boron and more than a hundred red-cloaked guards rushed to the foot of the Prime Minister's Tower, and under the light of the torches, the door of the Prime Minister's Tower was wide open, like the great mouth of a monster silent in the night.

Boron stopped, the red cloaks all stopped, and the torches shone brightly, all of them in astonishment.

The door is not closed!

This makes people suspicious.

Boron looked at the group, and in the procession, more than twenty red cloaks with wood in their hands looked like fools.

There are also three knights of the Western Frontier holding three cans of kerosene.

Fire oil and wood were prepared to burn the gate of the Prime Minister's Tower.

It's quicker to break down this way.

But now, the door is open, and there is no sound, no people, no light.

"Up!" Bronn drew his sword.

He has a short knife on his lower back, a dagger on his left leg, and a finger-length steel spike on his right leg.

Boom!

The sound of a sword unsheathed was particularly loud in the silence of the night.

But it all seems weird.

The archer Angay fell behind.

His swordsmanship is average, but his archery skills are superb, and Ange doesn't like melee combat.

"Angai, shoot an arrow and give it a try. Polon said.

"No, it's just a trick in the north, I'll go first. A knight of the Westlands said.

He is a tall man with a black and white striped boar coat of arms, the son of the Craich family from the West's Chicken Hall, a family known for their toughness. The members of the family have intermarried with the Lannisters, as well as with the Wade Frey family in Luanhe City, and this tall and strong guy is called Mellon Craich.

The red cloak of the Lannister family, many knights have one kind of kinship with the Lannister family, but some are close and some are far away.

Bronn is in the right place, and although he longs for knighthood, fiefs and castles, he cherishes life even more.

It's best if there are fools who are willing to take the lead and test the truth.

"Sir Mellon, you should have commanded this attack. "Pollon lied, and patted his ass as if it were true. He had no mental barriers.

"Bolong, the little devil and Her Majesty the Queen Mother bet on appreciating you, I will take the lead, and you will command. "Mellon's words are categorical.

In the knight world, everything is in the order of high and low jazz, and the same is true for the command of the war, the knight cannot be commanded by a mercenary who is not a knight, but Bronn is favored by the little devil and Cersei, so there is such an unreasonable scene.

Bronn handed the torch to Mellon.

Mellon took the torch, put down the mask, and waved his sword: "Warriors of the West, follow me!"

He was the first to rush through the gate with a torch.

For a moment, no one followed.

"Kill!" Mellon shouted.

In the courtyard inside, he was the only one in the courtyard whose empty voice echoed.

"Lord Bolon, could it be that Eddard Stark's men have run away. A guard with a red bull on his chest said.

"Lord Bolon, beware of the Icewolf. Another guard said with little confidence.

Ready to fly, Mellon has already rushed in.

"Kill!" Boron pointed with his long sword, and rushed forward like a cat.

So, the red cloaks began to charge with torches.

Mellon's first floor lobby saw that it was empty.

He immediately rushed up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

Sou!

A short javelin shot out of the darkness, striking his mask with precision.

The iron javelin tip pierced through Mellon's mask, the tip of the spear biting into his cheek, not very deep, but enough to render him incapacitated.

Mellon screamed and fell backwards.

The two red cloaks immediately behind him were knocked down the stairs by him.

The spiral staircase is not wide, and it is a bit crowded for two people walking side by side.

But as soon as you rush up this spiral staircase, the corridor on the second floor is very wide, and the Stark family's servants live on the second floor: the treasurer, the nun, and the stableman.

"They were, and Stark didn't run away. The red cloaks who rushed into the courtyard shouted excitedly.

Mellon's injury made the red cloaks, who were full of murderous energy, happy: it was finally confirmed that someone was there!

"Kill all the Northerners, catch Stark!" shouted a knight with a torch and a sword.

Bolon, on the other hand, walked around the hall like cats with a group of people on the first floor, the stables, the storerooms—empty.

By the time he came out, the red cloaks outside had all poured into the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Tower.

A red cloak rushed up the spiral staircase, and with a whoosh, a black, short-bladed javelin flew out of the darkness and struck him right in the throat. The javelin pierced the neck armor, and the tip of the spear pierced the throat.

Although it almost shot through the neck, it caused the red cloak to fall backwards immediately, spurting blood into the mask.

The red cloak behind him quickly dodged his unfortunate companion and grabbed the spiral staircase, he threw a torch into the corridor, the torch rolled forward, he held his sword in both hands to defend, and before he could see anything clearly, a small black iron spear like a scorpion stinger, swished right in his neck, stabbed into the side, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the small javelin to pull it out, the whistling wind came again, and another javelin black lightning flashed, this time hitting his mask, and in the scream, a second, third, fourth, and fifth red cloak rushed out from behind him......

"It's Bran's little bastard, catch him!"

Several torches were thrown and fell to the ground one after another, illuminating the corridor on the second floor.

Boron rushed up as well, and then he gasped.

Bran he didn't see it, the kid slipped away. He saw another person, the last person he wanted to see......

At the end of the corridor, there was a person, a black sword, black clothes, black armor and black cloak, although his face was covered with a black cloth, but the unsheathed black dragon bone sword was too impressive, and even the invincible demon mountain could not block this sword.

There was also that unforgettable night, street fighting, and the people of this sword killing drama troupe were like chopping melons and vegetables......

Will the Man in Black?!

Bolon's whole body was shocked, and beside him, several red cloaks had already rushed over.

The red-cloaked guard at the front, sword in both hands, slashed vertically, and slashed at Will's head.

The masked Will is not wearing a helmet, which makes the sight and the person more responsive.

Boron stared at Will tightly, and the light of the torches that landed on the ground to illuminate the light swayed, and the figure was in a trance. Boron saw that Will did not dodge at all, nor did he parry at all, and when he raised his hand to stab, he saw that the sword raised high in the red cloak staggered as if it was pulled by an invisible invisible force, and could no longer be slashed.

The second red cloak turned sideways, and the sword stabbed through Will's belly from the crumbling companion's side. Will still didn't dodge, and Bronn felt that Will's wrist was just turning around, and he heard the clanging sound of the broken sword falling to the ground, followed by the earth-shattering howl of the red cloak falling to the ground, his hands were gone, and the two bloody broken wrists were shocking...... And the first red cloak also fell, his hands clutching his throat, blood gushing from between his fingers......

His sword had just been raised, and his throat had already been pierced!

At the end of the hallway, the spiral staircase on the third floor is narrower and can only accommodate one person.

In a few heartbeats, five red cloaks fell in a pool of blood, and they either had their hands cut off or swords in their throats, and none of them were spared.

The bloody breath began to rise, and the screams of the red cloak with the severed hand resounded through the night sky......

Behind Bolon, more red cloaks poured up, however, the red cloaks in the courtyard accounted for the majority, and because of the terrain, there was no room for them to come up.

The masked Will is holding the Night Dragon Sword, with his left hand behind his back, standing sideways, and he is in charge!

Without the Valyrian steel sword, who is the enemy!