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#323 - Chapter 57: Fighting Out of the Red Fort (Part 2)

The Mountain resembled a moving mountain, each step carrying a heavy sense of oppression. Without hesitation, he raised his thick foot and kicked fiercely at the closed door.

"Bang!" A deafening sound reverberated, making ears ring as if the whole world trembled thrice. The door swayed, creaking against the wall with a teeth-grinding noise. However, the door was quite stubborn and refused to fall easily.

The outer bolt was incredibly thick, thicker than a normal person's thigh! Moreover, it had an iron core inside, making it very hard. It was clearly designed specifically to prevent impact. The people inside took turns ramming it for a long time, but the door remained firmly in place, without budging an inch.

Among the group in the meeting hall, only Varys was sharp-eyed enough to spot the corpse on the ground. The person who had burst in had shouted, "Something's wrong, Ty..." So, what had happened? Ty... Tywin! Could it be...? Varys's eyes gleamed with cunning.

Whether within the Red Keep or Maegor's Holdfast, such a commotion had long shattered the original tranquility, plunging the entire Red Keep into chaos. Countless soldiers scurried about in a panic, rushing around to find the source of the noise and countermeasures, because several important figures were confined here.

Jaime, anxious and desperate, grabbed a chair and smashed the window. At the same time, he strained his voice and shouted outside, "Guards! There's an assassin! Protect His Majesty! You fools, get some people to let us out!"

Hearing Jaime's shouts, the nearby soldiers responded and quickly converged towards him. With their combined efforts, they finally managed to dismantle the severely deformed door of the meeting hall.

Meanwhile, Arya raced up the steep stairs of the tower, arriving at the second floor. She knew that time was of the essence and that she had to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible, at least before Varys appeared. When she forcefully pushed open a door, a pungent stench assaulted her nostrils.

It turned out that this was the sewage passage of Maegor's Holdfast. The space inside was narrow, making it impossible for adults to crawl through. Fortunately, Arya was petite enough to barely squeeze through. At this moment, she had no time to worry about the filthy waste in the passage. Without hesitation, she jumped in and slid down the slope...

When she once again set foot in the moat of Maegor's Holdfast, a complex emotion welled up in her heart. However, at that moment, a commotion suddenly came from above. Jaime led a large group of soldiers in pursuit!

Arya's heart skipped a beat. She quickly pressed herself against the wall and moved stealthily until she reached the entrance to the tunnel. Standing there, she took one last look at the brightly lit Maegor's Holdfast and muttered to herself, "I probably won't have a chance to assassinate Cersei... Oh well, let them live a few more days." However, although she didn't succeed this time, she had at least eliminated Tywin, this troublesome opponent. Without him as the backbone, the Lannister family would definitely suffer a great loss and their power would be greatly weakened. Now, let them fight among themselves!

Thinking of this, Arya's lips curled up slightly, and a glint of cunning flashed in her eyes. When she returned next time, it would be these people's death! Then, without hesitation, she turned around and plunged into the tunnel, her figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.

The news of Tywin's death spread like a thunderclap throughout the entire Red Keep. The bigwigs were shocked when they heard the news! Immediately afterward, a series of emergency orders were issued like a storm, and the entire King's Landing instantly fell into a tense atmosphere. All the city gates were tightly closed, like an impregnable fortress, and no one was allowed to enter or leave at will. The army stationed outside the city also received orders to enter the city and stand by, ready for battle.

At this moment, Arya was carefully rowing a small boat, using the thin morning mist to quietly leave Blackwater Bay. Standing on the towering walls of the Red Keep, Varys gazed at the distant sea, lost in thought. He had a feeling that the murderer who dared to assassinate Tywin would definitely choose to escape from here. However, what did all this have to do with him? After all, Tywin's death was undoubtedly a beneficial thing for them.

"Ding ding ding~" A series of rapid and loud bells suddenly rang, echoing in the air. This was the signal for an emergency court session! Varys took a deep breath and tightly kneaded his cheeks, trying to make himself look terrified and uneasy. Then, he strode purposefully towards the throne room.

It is worth mentioning that in the original plot, Varys had secretly colluded with Jaime to successfully rescue Tyrion from his cell. Then he hid him in a box mixed among the goods, secretly smuggling him out of King's Landing without anyone noticing. However, fate always likes to play tricks on people. Tyrion was completely distraught by Shae's sudden betrayal and actually killed his own father Tywin.

This act was like a bombshell, instantly detonating the entire King's Landing. After all, this incident involved Jaime, a person of high status and power, and trying to cover up the truth was wishful thinking. Varys was naturally to blame, and no one could predict what the mad Cersei would do. In order to save his own life, he had to abandon the forces he had painstakingly cultivated in Westeros for many years and flee in disgrace.

As a result, poor Tyrion was imprisoned in the ship's hold for more than ten days, during which he suffered all kinds of torture and was practically worse than dead. Without a doubt, all of this must have been the work of that narrow-minded eunuch. He was purely motivated by revenge, wanting to make that hateful little imp suffer more. Now that Tywin's death had nothing to do with Varys, staying in King's Landing was obviously more beneficial to the restoration of the Targaryen family.

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At this moment, on the distant Wall of the North, although the blizzard had gradually stopped, the wildlings' siege was still in full swing. Countless wildlings surged towards the city walls like a tide, climbing densely, like a swarm of mad ants. The Night's Watch on the city walls had long stopped shooting arrows, replacing them with buckets and buckets of boiling snow water. However, in the biting cold wind, the hot water quickly cooled down, making the already icy walls even more slippery. Many wildlings could not gain a foothold and fell from the heights one after another, falling into a bloody mess, a terrible sight.

Mance Rayder clearly had ulterior motives in doing so. By sacrificing these old, weak, sick, and disabled, he could reduce the burden on the team. More importantly, this could provide effective cover for the main force's actions at Storrold's Point.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Jon decisively ordered: "Alright, now's the time! Let them fall into hell! Activate the pendulum!"