Chapter 220 - After the War (I)
"You’re not free because you do what you want, you’re free because you don’t do what you want." Aenar Targaryen.
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Crimson flames looked like a huge wave of fire, like a monster engulfing the entire army of House Greyjoy. The salt men simply turned into something like salt, ash. They were blown away by the wind. There were no screams or even any noise, just the silence of the burning flames.
The enemy armies of House Targaryen stopped fighting and just watched in complete terror at the diabolical scene before them. An army of tens of thousands of people disappeared in a few minutes.
Perhaps for a modern person, such a thing wasn’t so impressive and impactful because of nuclear bombs and various films showing the mass death of people. But for someone from the Middle Ages, such a scene was pure terror straight from hell.
Tywin watched coldly as the soldiers scattered everywhere, fleeing in panic. The Lord of Casterly Rock didn’t even try to control his own soldiers.
The battle had been lost the moment the army began to desert on a large scale, the destruction of House Greyjoy’s army merely accelerating an inevitable process in his eyes.
Tywin couldn’t help but sigh, looking much older than he sounded. Even his strong aura had disappeared. He looked more like an old, weak lion, ready to be replaced by a young lion.
Like King Loren I of House Lannister, called the Last, Tywin lost against House Targaryen.
The rain was still falling from the sky, but the temperature on the battlefield was high and a light mist surrounded the room.
"Are you happy, dear father?" Tywin heard a sarcastic voice coming from his side, and he looked coldly at the dwarf who was approaching with slow, clumsy steps. Tyrion’s nose was gone and his face bore a large scar, but the joy in his eyes could not be hidden.