Chapter 438: The City of Submission

However, at that moment, Ser Marlin Trant, a Kingsguard standing behind the old knight, drew a dagger from his waist and plunged it directly into the back of Ser Barristan Selmy's neck.

The dagger pierced through his throat and was swiftly withdrawn.

Blood spurted out instantly, splashing onto the faces of the rebel soldiers in front of him. The white armor of the knight was stained with blood, and the longsword in Ser Barristan's hand clattered to the ground. He clutched his throat, his face full of disbelief. He seemed to want to say something, but no words came out.

His voice was choked by the blood flooding his windpipe.

Ser Barristan, the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, had never expected that the brother of the Kingsguard, whom he had trusted to guard his back, would betray him in such a situation.

It turned out that Ser Marlin Trant had harbored treacherous thoughts for a long time. From the moment he saw the unstoppable power of the White Walkers, he had been contemplating escape.

But his hesitation had prevented him from acting until Viserys arrived with his dragon. Humanity defeated the White Walkers and saved the world, but the conflict between Viserys and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms was irreconcilable.

Marlin Trant believed that Viserys wanted to kill, to eliminate more nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, otherwise, he would not have brought a horde of barbarians with him. These barbarians were prepared for killing and arson.

As a Kingsguard of Robert, Marlin Trant considered himself one of the people Viserys most wanted to kill.

But Ser Marlin Trant did not want to die yet. He hadn't had enough of life, so he had to do something to survive. The greatest merit was to betray his master for glory, capture the old king and present him to the new king, or kill him.

Since the king was shot and fell into a coma, Marlin Trant had made up his mind a long time ago, but Barristan Selmy, the old man, had been guarding the king all the time, leaving Marlin Trant no chance to act.

But now was the best opportunity...

Marlin Trant suddenly turned traitor, killing Ser Barristan Selmy, who had just been like a war god, from behind. The rebel soldiers outside the door were somewhat puzzled and hesitated for a moment.

Meanwhile, Riverrun was in chaos. The number of rebels was limited, and the soldiers of House Tully were gathering more and more. So they quickly killed up the stairs. Before the rebels could capture King Robert, they rushed up and the two sides started fighting in the upper levels of the castle.

The Kingsguard, who had betrayed his oath, Marlin Trant, seeing this situation, was somewhat anxious. He had originally thought that the outcome was almost certain, so he suddenly killed Barristan Selmy. But he didn't expect a change at this time.

He rushed over to try to capture King Robert as a hostage, but was surrounded by a group of Tully soldiers.

Clang, clang...

As a member of the Kingsguard, Marlin Trant was naturally not a good kind. He roared and swung his longsword, killing two Tully soldiers in succession.

But he was outnumbered and was stabbed in the knee from behind. He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, then was captured alive and bound tightly.

"Kill!"

The rebellion in Riverrun was intense. The two sides fought fiercely, their eyes red with bloodlust. The fight lasted half the night, but in the end, House Tully emerged victorious.

Blood flowed like a river in Riverrun, and corpses were strewn everywhere. All the rebels were either dead or injured. Some were even forced to jump into the river. It was unknown whether they managed to swim out of the water gate or died under the arrows of the defenders.

Several bodies of rebel soldiers floated on the river surface. The soldiers of House Tully were cleaning up the battlefield. They finally found the severed head of Lord Tully, but it was already unrecognizable. The rebels had kicked the old lord's head around like a ball, and it was finally found under a bed.

Edmure, seeing his father's head and the headless body covered in footprints and filth, was filled with uncontrollable rage. His eyes were bloodshot as he ordered all the captured rebel nobles to be hanged.

The rebellion in Riverrun was suppressed. The bodies of countless rebel nobles were dragged down from the gallows and thrown into the dog kennel to feed the dogs.

The Kingsguard who did not belong to the rebel nobles, Marlin Trant, was lucky enough to escape death. He was temporarily detained in the water prison of Riverrun, enduring the pain of his knee being pierced, as if his flesh was being gouged out.

The body of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, the legendary knight Ser Barristan Selmy, who had loyally protected the king and fought to the last moment, was also properly taken care of.

However, strangely, King Robert Baratheon was temporarily confined by the soldiers of House Tully after the battle. He was even not allowed to mourn for Ser Barristan Selmy. Although the rebellion was suppressed, the panic on everyone's faces could not be concealed.

Now the time had passed midnight, but the night was still thick. After half a night of turmoil in Riverrun, the atmosphere fell into a strange state.

The old lord was dead, and his heir, Edmure Tully, unhesitatingly became the new Lord Paramount of the Trident and the Duke of Riverrun. All the surviving vassals of the Riverlands swore their loyalty to Edmure Tully in the great hall of Riverrun.

Then the doors of the great hall of Riverrun

were closed tightly. The new Lord Paramount of the Trident and all the vassals of the Riverlands discussed some issues behind closed doors, discussing for half the night.

And the dawn of a new day was about to come. The sky was gradually turning white.

The gates of Riverrun suddenly opened, and the towering drawbridge was also lowered. Edmure Tully, who claimed to be the Lord Paramount of the Trident and the Duke of Riverrun, led all the vassals of the Riverlands to the front of Viserys's warhorse, and then knelt in submission.

He voluntarily handed over Robert Baratheon, who was recuperating in the city, and at the same time asked Viserys to forgive the sins of his father, Hoster, and House Tully, and allowed him to bury his father.

The turmoil in Riverrun last night had also alarmed Viserys outside the city, but he didn't know what had happened in the city. However, he didn't expect so many things to happen after a night of turmoil.

Viserys looked at Edmure Tully, who was kneeling in front of his warhorse. Behind him were the surviving vassals of the Riverlands and the soldiers of House Tully.

In the end, he nodded slightly and told Edmure that he could leave Riverrun to House Tully, but the title of Lord Paramount of the Trident must be taken from him.

Edmure's face was somewhat pale, but he had no objections. He had thought of this possibility a long time ago, but it was just hard to accept for a while.

Then the Dothraki rode into Riverrun, taking complete control of the castle.