Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 72 The Storm in the Table Hall
The sea was churning.

The storm came suddenly.

The boundless dark sea beat stubbornly against the jagged Dragonstone from below, and the sky poured out a never-ending silver rain, vowing to drown everything on the water.

The castle became quiet and violent.

The light and shadow of bonfires, stone statues, and people are all swallowed up by the Lord of Darkness, and speech, footsteps, and the sound of horns are all drowned out by the storm god who scatter the rain.

What can you see?
Shadows, shadows, shadows.

What can you hear?
The wind is laughing, the rain is singing, the sea is roaring, the castle is moaning, but there is no human voice.

The darkness suddenly flickered for a moment.The bright white and scorching light pierces people's hearts, declaring the supreme divine power.

People are sincerely grateful for the gentle light given by the gods on weekdays.

Boom~~~
The depressive and deep thunder ruthlessly shakes people's hearts and even souls.

The sky is roaring.

No matter how many times it has been experienced, the power of the storm can still make humans see their own insignificance.

People trembled and hid deep in the castle.Stay away from light, strong wind, heavy rain, and sound, just like insects and ants burrowing into the ground.

However, the Picture Table Hall, which stands at the highest point of the main castle, is an exception.

It still has candles and figures in it.

"The storm is getting bigger and bigger. Your Majesty, let's discuss the matter in another place." The Onion Knight looked at Little Shirene worriedly.

Joffrey closed his eyes and listened, the rumbling sound echoing incessantly from the stone walls.

The Drum Tower, the main keep of Dragonstone, is said to rumble from within its ancient walls when a storm comes.

Sure enough.

Another flash of lightning pierced the sky, and the light shone through the four high windows into the drawing table hall, and the candlelight became almost non-existent in an instant.

He opened his eyes, and there was a detailed map of Westeros engraved on the 20-meter-long "map table" in front of him. The position of the high platform he was sitting on coincided with Dragonstone Island.

Once upon a time, Aegon the Conqueror sat here overlooking all of Westeros.

He raised his gaze, and all the earls and subordinates stood quietly in the hall waiting for instructions, what a respectful and obedient vassal.

Joffrey smiled. "The storm is not my enemy. Listen, it welcomes me."

The storm beat against the high shuttered windows and the stone walls.Everyone looked at each other, but the flashing light prevented them from seeing each other's expressions clearly.

"Have you all forgotten?" Joffrey pointed to the port, "Ten years ago here, the last Targaryen fleet was torn apart by a violent storm, and Daenerys was named 'Stormborn' because of it." ', could it be that she takes it as an honor?"

"How about we make a bet. I guess today's storm will not harm the Royal Fleet, what do you think?"

Joffrey scanned the crowd.

"I support Your Majesty!" Earl Celtiga of Crab Island seemed to roar with all his strength, but the voice heard by everyone was still slightly weak.

The little earl of Sharp Point City was the second to stand up, "May the storm favor Your Majesty."

The rest of the people had no choice but to respond.

Joffrey sighed. "It's not interesting. Is there really no objection?"

No one dared to answer.

"Then let's start the discussion. It's better to end it early, so as not to make Sir Davos wait in a hurry."

He held out his right hand, and from the shadows behind him held out a roll of parchment.

Everyone stared at the scroll unfolding round and round.

Joffrey opened it and looked at it, then passed the parchment to his left hand, "Jon, show your lords this news."

The black-haired bastard came out of the shadows and passed the order of the scrolls to everyone in the hall.

Earl Velaryon couldn't help exclaiming, "Lord Renly is suspected of participating in the murder of His Majesty Robert and Duke Stannis, and has fled King's Landing. How is this possible!?"

The pious Earl Sanglas looked serious, "If this is the case, Renly, who committed the crime of kinicide, will not be tolerated by the Seven Gods. His only end is to fall into the Seven Hells after death!"

Other princes and knights also disputed over this.

Joffrey clapped his hands, and the hall immediately fell silent.

"I don't want to believe it either. But Uncle Renly did leave King's Landing quietly during the night, not intending to see me again. Why?"

Why?Everyone looked at the young king.

Joffrey's face flickered amidst the thunder and lightning, "Everyone, if that day really comes, are you willing to defend the legal inheritance of the royal family and fight for the monarch you have sworn allegiance to?"

There is only one answer.All the figures knelt down together, "It's an honor!"

Joffrey stood up from the high platform, "Good! With all of you supporting the royal family, Uncle Renly will be able to calm down and save the Seven Kingdoms from the threat of war."

"I order," he looked at the counts.

"The Dragonstone Harbor Fleet is divided into squadrons of forty ships.

The First Fleet sails to Storm's End to persuade Uncle Renly to return to the palace.

The Second Fleet cleans up Blackwater Bay and the Narrow Sea Channel.

The Third Fleet returned to King's Landing with me, full-time guarding the Blackwater River and King's Landing Port.

The Fourth Fleet stays at Dragonstone.

The commander-in-chief of the Royal Fleet is temporarily vacant, and will be rewarded for his merits in the future. "

Joffrey said firmly, "Your lords, decide now, which fleet commander do you want to be?"

Everyone held their breath.Admiral of the fleet? !

Joffrey took out a crystal ball and placed it on the map table at the location of Blackwater Bay.

The surging light and magic energy was suddenly activated, and a round of daylight rose from the undulating sea in the east of Westeros continent on the table, casting a huge shadow silhouette on the curved stone wall.

Everyone's eyes are all focused on the map, and every place is clearly visible.

Here is a valley full of valleys, there is the western border full of gold and silver, the vast northern border, the fertile bay land, the hot and dry Dorne, the stormy land near the sea...

Standing on Dragonstone is His Majesty the King of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

His Majesty smiled slightly, "It was too dark just now, and the storm is not good. Now it is much clearer, let's continue."

Lord Velaryon bowed down.

Supernatural power, the power of the Valyrian Freedom Fortress!

His face was filled with unstoppable excitement and shock, "Your Majesty, I am willing to be the commander of the First Fleet, to fight for Storm's End for you, and to bring back Renly Baratheon!"

Earl Sanglas prayed devoutly to the Seven Gods, then knelt down and begged for orders, "I am willing to serve as the commander of the Second Fleet and sweep the seas for Your Majesty."

The aged Lord Celtigar was about to speak, but Davos rushed to Joffrey first.

"Your Majesty, will Miss Shireen accompany you back to the Red Castle?"

Joffrey nodded.

Davos immediately prostrated himself on the ground, "I beseech Your Majesty to allow me to join the Third Fleet, and I swear on all honors and honors that I will offer eternal loyalty! Never waver!"

Joffrey stepped down from the high platform to help the Onion Knight up, "Then you will be the commander of the Third Fleet, and work hard in the future."

"Lord Celtigar, Lord Baer Ammon," Joffrey walked over and patted the shoulders of the old man and the boy, "It is a great responsibility to stay on Dragonstone Island, and we must discuss things together and ask for advice. far."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After the meeting was over, everyone exited the drawing table hall, and Mrs. Selyse, who was waiting anxiously outside, rushed in immediately.

"Shirin!" She immediately hugged her daughter, and then looked at Joffrey angrily, "Your Majesty the King, have you decided what to do with our mother and daughter?"

Joffrey was not in a hurry, "I am sure to cure Shireen's greyscale, and I will take her with me when I set off tomorrow. Madam won't bear to see Shireen continue to suffer from injuries, will she?"

Selyse couldn't believe it. "Cure greyscale?"

"I never lie."

Joffrey turned to look at the storm outside the window, "King's Landing and the Red Keep have changed, and will get better and better. I believe Shireen and you will like it."

(End of this chapter)