Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 216 The Great Harvest

Harvest.

Joffrey happily reaped the fruits of his hard work.

He looked around.

Bryce Cullen, who claims to be the Earl of Nightsong City, proposes to sweep up the culprit of Wende River and Marseille Point, the fierce nightingale known as "Sweet as a Song".

The shadow sword flashed past.

Earl Nightingale's body was split in half obliquely, and blood spilled all over the ground for free, dyeing his orange-red hair even more vividly.

There was a horrified cry in the tent, cursing and pleading sounded at the same time.

Shadow was unmoved.

Lister Morrigan, Earl of Crow's Nest City, and his two younger brothers, Richard Morrigan and Good Morrigan.They are all diehards, even last night they didn't show much change, how can they stay?

The shadow sword twisted and stretched swiftly, like an erupting poisonous snake, piercing the hearts of the three in the blink of an eye, and lifted them up like a grasshopper strung on a rope.

A very eerie scene.

But the "rope" was too sharp, and the bodies of the three couldn't bear it. They were quickly cut off from one side and fell down, soaking the carpet and seeping into the soil below.

"Protect the king! Guards!" someone shouted.

All this happens in just a few breaths.The frightened guards didn't realize it for a while, but actually subconsciously drew their weapons.

The shadow sword retracted, condensed into a one-handed sword, and then plunged into the ground.

People don't know why, but soon,
Cymbal ~ Cymbal ~ Cymbal ~
The slender shadow pierced up from the ground, piercing through all the guards!

People could not help but choked up.

Armor and flesh and blood were all pierced.

Joffrey was satisfied.This power is becoming more and more obedient.

His mind moved.

All the scattered shadow thorns spun to shake off the remaining stains attached.

Shadow returns.

So far, less than ten breaths have passed.

Bloody mud mixed with scum has stuck to everyone.The smell of blood spread to the entire camp, and the feast became a hell of death.The living are wailing.

It's not enough.

The shadow sword kept attacking, greedily devouring every trembling soul.

There are many traitors in the Stormlands.

Roland "Rowland" Connington, Knight of Griffin's Roost, killed by beheading.

Rain House's potential threat, the aging Mond Welde retains some decency, with his neck only half-slit.

Sebastian Erol, the heir of Hay Hall, was cut in half.

Robin Beadsbury, Earl of Podhara...

Joffrey had given them a chance.From the initial choice, to every intelligence leak, the change of owner of Storm's End, and political reform, more than once.

They have countless opportunities to turn back.

Unfortunately, few people are willing to accept the reality, and most people have no value in being forgiven.

The shadow turned to Hugh "Greybeard" Granderson, Earl of All-Seeing City.

The aged "Graybeard" collapsed to the ground in an instant, "Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, I have come to my senses, please give the Granderson family another chance! As we all know, you are the only king!"

Renly's eyes were heavy with pain, and he was already unwilling to waste his energy in refuting anything.

"Your Majesty!" Alexander Studmons, Earl of Longarch Castle, scrambled and rushed to the shadow's feet, "The Studmons family is willing to serve you! Anything!"

He was nicknamed "Earl of Money Worship".

Shadow still didn't speak.But it was quiet for a moment.

Joffrey hadn't intended to kill everyone.Some are rare talents, some have more value, and some have not yet reached the best time to deal with them.

He turned to the other side.

The survivors in the stormland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the threat of death had been lifted.Many people collapsed in an instant, unable to support their bodies anymore.

Facing the shadows, the lords of the Reach trembled, and their complexions darkened several degrees in an instant.

Mace Tyrell closed his eyes tightly, not daring to let a ray of light penetrate into his eyes, let alone look directly at that terrifying and strange shadow.

is it comingis it going to kill me

Never before had the Duke of Metz regretted his involvement in the rebellion.

He had thought that the worst outcome would be that Renly would fail, and the family would just vote for the final victor.who knows……

Want to bet your life? !
The steps and movements of the shadows were soundless, but Mace Tyrell trembled at every sound as if it were a portent of death.

Is it in front of me?
Duke Mace's heart was beating wildly, he felt the air was as heavy as steel, he couldn't breathe at all, his face was getting hotter and hotter, and his head was buzzing non-stop.

The shadow skipped him with the sword in hand.

Of course Joffrey wouldn't do anything to Mace Tyrell.He just made a covenant with Gaoting before, how could he destroy his foundation now?

Some blood had to be shed in the Reach, though.

The rules of judgment are different from those of the Stormlands.The blood to be shed in the Reach is doomed.

Shadow stepped up to Randyll Tarly.

The shadow sword was raised high.

Lando Tully looked calm, raised his head to look directly into Shadow's dark eyes, and his neck was exposed.

The blade swung down.

I didn't feel anything, as if it was really just an invisible shadow.

Randyll Tarly caught his breath.

But he blinked, and blinked again.The thinking is still normal, without the slightest pain and trance.

He turned his head to look to one side, but he didn't know if his head would just roll off.If so, is it suicide?
Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Someone else lost his head. "Lord Meadow," Randyll Tarly whispered, knowing he was alive.

Shadow continues to clean up.

The Tzenfords of Ashford, the Appletons of Appleton, the Meadows of Greenvale, and the Marilynweiss of Long Table Hall.

None of them in the eastern Reach were spared.

After all, the High Court has already awarded compensation.There is no place for them in the agreement between the two parties.

Only the man with the "Green Apple" coat of arms is spared, House Fossoway of New Barrel.Not even red apples.

Mace Tyrell, who knew nothing about the truth, watched in a daze as the loyal vassals were killed one by one, and his heart trembled with grief.But deep down, he is most grateful and relaxed.

Although he didn't quite understand the reason, he knew that he probably didn't have to die.

The luck of the misfortune.

In people's senses, the killing lasted for a long time, almost like an eternity.

But it's actually less than half an hour.

The shadow has stopped, standing quietly in the middle of the tent, the sword of shadow in his hand is as pure as ever, without any stains, innocent and naive.

In the shadow's field of vision, gray smoke filled the air, and the silver lights of the living people flickered violently, flickering on and off.

finally.

The shadow still hasn't picked the most attractive fruit.

Renly seemed to be dead, his face was pale, his eyes were glazed over, and he was motionless.The soft couch under the seat has become his coffin, but the lid has not been closed yet.

The shadow retracted the shadow that had engulfed the tent.

The external military formations are still gathering enthusiastically, and the drums and trumpets are loud and loud, and every sound shows confidence in victory.

The shadow escaped into the ground.Still not speaking.

There was a dead silence in the camp, until finally some soldiers couldn't hold back and opened the curtain.

The noise and confusion are at their peak.

Renly, Mace Tyrell, Randyll Tarly, all the witnesses said nothing.

Anyway, the war is over.

(End of this chapter)