Ignoring Riverrun and Harrenhal, the Lannister army advanced with worn and blood-stained armor. Even the number of horses was reduced to show that they had truly gone through terrible times to reach the Trident.
However, when the Lannister Army passed by Harrenhal, Tywin, Jaime, and Tyrion looked at the gigantic castle with solemn expressions. The castle looked brand new, as if it had been built only a few years ago. Even the black stones seemed to glisten with the sun in the background.
"How are we going to face this?" Tyrion murmured with a tone almost of despair upon seeing the enormous castle. Without a dragon, even getting close to the walls was an unattainable dream. Let's not even talk about trying to climb with ladders. By the time the ladders were placed, everyone trying to climb would be killed, without a shadow of a doubt.
Tyrion also couldn't imagine where he could get ladders so large and firm enough to climb so high. The Dwarf asked himself how paranoid Harren the Black was to build such a castle. It was practically a castle built for giant proportions.
"We aren't going to face it." Tywin replied in a calm and cold tone. Only someone stupid would try to capture Harrenhal, especially it being the castle of an extremely powerful mage. It was suicide. If such a fool existed in the world, he definitely wasn't one of them.
Unlike Tywin and Tyrion, being in possession of the Sacred Relic of House Lannister, Jaime saw more than his father and brother. In his eyes, the entire castle seemed surrounded by a semi-transparent shield. It looked as if the entire castle were enclosed by a glass garden used in the North for harvests.
Jaime didn't know, but what he was seeing was nothing more than the Anti-Apparition Jinx. However, there was no way for Jaime to know this fact, so in his eyes, the castle had a huge dome surrounding the entire massive structure.
Looking at Tyrion and Tywin, Jaime noticed that both hadn't noticed the dome around the castle and asked in a confused tone, "Father, brother, can't you see the dome around the castle?"
Jaime's question made Tywin and Tyrion look at him with confused expressions.
"Dome?" Tyrion asked, confused.
"Yes, there's a huge semi-transparent dome surrounding the entire castle." Jaime spoke in a tone even more confused than his father and brother's.
Tywin looked at the castle and didn't see the dome Jaime spoke of, but then, remembering something, he looked at the Sacred Relic of House Lannister and spoke in a calm tone. "Jaime, give me the Sacred Relic."
Although confused, Jaime handed the Sacred Relic into Tywin's hands.
The Lord of Casterly Rock finally saw what Jaime had spoken of earlier. Even knowing absolutely nothing about magic beyond common knowledge, he presumed the dome was a protection magic that enveloped the entire castle.
Presuming he was right, Tywin's eyes gleamed. If such magic were placed on Casterly Rock, the castle would be safe even from dragons, right?
If Cadmus heard his thoughts, he would only say that he was giving too much importance to a shield spell. Not to mention that the dragons in this universe were extremely resistant to magic; a dragon could even pierce a Protego Maxima.
Of course, it would need an adult dragon, but it doesn't change the fact that dragons were extremely strong in this world. Valyria controlled the world not by kindness, but by fire and blood. Not even users of powerful magic dared to do anything against Valyria. Which showed how powerful the dragons were.
"Let's go." Setting aside thoughts of asking the mage for such powerful magic, Tywin spoke in a deep tone. He had work to do, or rather, a conspiracy to conduct, and he wanted to reach the Trident as quickly as possible.
At least before House Martell.
Despite Tyrion's confusion, the entire army marched in a disciplined manner. This was the House Lannister army, which had followed Tywin for more than three decades. Not only pacifying the Westerlands after the fiasco that was Tywin's father's rule, but also following him in the war fifteen years ago, in Robert's Rebellion.
Just like the Northern Army, the Western Army was an elite army baptized countless times in the flames of war.
One could say it was one of the most powerful armies on the continent, especially when the army was composed of men fully armed with armor and spears. It was almost shocking that such an army had actually lost to Robb Stark in another timeline.
On the other side, passing through the Kingsroad near King's Landing, an army of men on horseback marched calmly. All wore flowing yellow clothes with the House Martell symbol fluttering in the wind. Other coats of arms could also be seen along the long and winding march of the army.
In command of such an army was none other than Oberyn Martell, the famous Red Viper of Dorne. Beside him were four women. They were Oberyn's three daughters and his lover.
Obara, Nymeria, Tyene, and Ellaria.
The four women wore leather armor, which, honestly, made sense in the extremely hot environment of Dorne, but in other areas of Westeros, this armor was definitely not the most suitable. However, every kingdom had its disadvantages and advantages; nothing in the world was truly perfect.
"Father, we have to speed up." Obara, who was thirsty for blood, spoke with her strong and slightly hoarse voice. Despite being a woman, she was stout and strong.
"No." Oberyn refused without any hesitation. He was no novice; he had commanded countless armies, whether they were mercenaries or the armies of Dorne. If there was one thing he had learned, it was that rushing things would only put the entire army in danger.
Oberyn understood that reaching the Trident was the most important thing, but if he reached the Trident with an exhausted army, he would be more of a burden than an actual help. Therefore, he didn't dare increase the marching speed too much. A speed that was already fast enough, as his army was smaller.
Obara showed an unpleasant expression on her strong and sharp face. She didn't understand why they were so slow to reach the Trident. This march, which should last three weeks, could be shortened to two weeks.
However, her father obviously had no such plans, which left her quite dissatisfied.
"Stop complaining, my ears are already calloused from hearing you complain so much." Nymeria couldn't help but speak in a tone dissatisfied with her sister's behavior. If it were once or twice, fine, but Obara simply sounded like a bard telling the same song thousands of times.
Obara didn't like Nymeria's tone of voice at all; she hated that tone, almost as if it were an order. "Nymeria, no one called you into the conversation, why don't you suck some soldier's dick and shut up?"
"Well, at least I'd have a dick to suck, unlike you, dear sister." Nymeria couldn't help but respond with a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
Obara's face turned somber in an instant. She gripped her spear and spoke in a threatening tone. "It seems we have to train again to show who is the leader of the Sand Snakes."
Nymeria showed no fear and also gripped her own spear. Although Obara was the leader of the group, it didn't mean she was weak. She lost only in terms of strength to Obara and nothing more. So, she had no fear of Obara, who was slower than herself.
Tyene didn't get involved in the impending fight; the girl who seemed innocent and kind now moved her dagger between her fingers with simply surprising agility. There was a smile on her red and seductive lips.
Looking at the two sisters about to fight, she only shook her head. Tyene was not a combatant; she was versed in poison and skilled in the arts with daggers. In other words, an assassin. Which, given her small and upright build, was indeed suitable.
"Enough fighting, girls, this is not the time for bickering." Ellaria finally couldn't stand hearing the girls' fight anymore and spoke in a calm tone; her dark brown eyes stared at both young women with a gentle look. There was a dangerous smile on her lips.
Before Ellaria's gaze, Obara and Nymeria trembled; both had been trained by her and knew how terrifying this woman was.
Recalling unpleasant memories from growing up, Obara and Nymeria looked at each other and snorted at one another.
"Good job, dear." Oberyn said with a laugh.
Ellaria only smiled and the entire army continued marching.
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