Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 143 Outside Rain House City

“Your Majesty, the people have been brought.”

Lord Beric Dondarrion of Blackhaven respectfully gazed at the back of the valiant king standing at the bow of the ship.

Even though he had long witnessed the boundless charm of Divine Grace, Beric Dondarrion was still deeply shocked by what he had seen and heard at sea these past two days.

It was definitely a great miracle in the history of warfare.

In two days and two nights, the massive fleet had actually traveled from Stone Dance Castle to the waters near Rain House City!

This was a full two hundred leagues of voyage.

Converted into the new units established by Divine Grace Light, it was a distance of nearly a thousand kilometers.

Even a single swan ship, traveling at its fastest speed, even with favorable winds and calm seas, could not guarantee traveling such a long distance in two days.

Not to mention a fleet of over three hundred warships carrying tens of thousands of people!

Especially this steel warship under his feet.

Beric Dondarrion knew how terrifying it was on the sea. It did not need sails or oars, relying entirely on steel and Divine Grace for unstoppable movement.

The massive fleet was more of a burden to it.

If it didn't need to wait for the "slow" fleet, this "Divine Grace" could probably have reached its destination a day earlier.

And the seemingly slow and useless fleet was actually the most powerful sea fortress Beric Dondarrion had ever seen, enough to rival or even defeat several times its number of warships and enemies.

He had seen it with his own eyes.

On the "Robert's Hammer" ship, the Grace Priest accompanying the ship used his ability to rejuvenate all the sailors and crew on the ship, leaving them without any fatigue.

The fleet was thus able to sail day and night.

On the "Fury" ship, the Grace Artificer was immersed in repairing and patching up the ship, unable to extricate himself.

Every day and a half, the entire ship seemed to be rebuilt once, brand new, with a more beautiful and solid structure, and smoother sailing.

On the deck of the "Glory of Tide's Head," there were no catapults or crossbows, replaced by steel tubes that were integrated with the deck, manipulated and moved at will by the Grace Artificers.

This device was called a "cannon."

Water and fire, Beric Dondarrion couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of this combination.

Pouring clean water or seawater directly into the steel tube, then using one or several iron balls to block the opening, aiming the tube, and the Holy Fire Warrior stepped forward to inject flames.

Bang!

The steel roared, white mist billowed, and a terrifyingly huge splash of water immediately erupted on the distant sea.

Some of these steel balls were even terrifying creations similar to "water droplets," but they were larger, and the explosion was even more violent and scorching.

It was hard to imagine what the scene would be like if this thing hit someone.

Unfortunately, Beric Dondarrion knew that whether he wanted to or not, this unknown but certainly terrifying scene was about to unfold.

Ahead was Rain House City.

Unfortunately, the Wylde family of Rain House City supported Renly Baratheon in his rebellion.

Even more unfortunately, Rain House City was located on the north shore of Cape Wrath, bordering Shipbreaker Bay, and the offshore waters were deep enough, and the castle was close enough to the sea.

Deep enough for warships to pass through, close enough for the "water balls" of the cannons to shoot into.

With a single order from the king, the ruthless water and fire would unreservedly display their icy coldness and scorching heat.

Steel would also bring its hard and sharp advantages into full play.

Just one order.

The warship under his feet trembled imperceptibly, and the waves in Beric Dondarrion's heart were much larger than this, excitement, surprise, fear, and sighing stirring his heart together.

With one order, how many people would die because of this, how much glory and honor would be dimmed and annihilated.

How many more such orders would be issued?

The night was deep.

The turbulent waves beat against the steep cliffs, stirring the silent fleet.

Beric Dondarrion gently raised his eyes, the king's back was dark and deep, and the light came from the Rain House City in front, reflecting a firm outline, as if to bring the whole world into his palm.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and it seemed to be just a moment.

The king turned around.

“Lord Beric, you have worked hard.”

“I am willing to serve Your Majesty.” Beric Dondarrion took a step back, giving way to the four figures behind him.

Ser Harth Fell of Fellwood, Ser Rolland Storm of Nightsong, Ser Bruce Buckler of Bronzegate, and Ser Norbert Grandison of Grandview.

According to instructions.

These four knights who led the rebels boarded the ship with Beric and his party at Stone Dance Castle, while the other prisoners were handed over to the Dragonstone fleet.

But in the past two days, this was the first time the king had summoned them.

Compared with Beric, these four Stormlands knights were obviously more unable to resist the great shock brought by this dream fleet, all of them were restrained and fearful, lest they anger the owner of the fleet and bring disaster to their families.

Norbert Grandison also clarified that answer.

If there were no blessings from the gods, Lord Renly's demands would be almost impossible to succeed. And the day I return to my family, I'm afraid it will be very, very soon.

Under the moonlight.

Joffrey carefully examined the four captured knights and the four families behind them.

Bronzegate is close to the Kingsroad and is the north gate of Storm's End.

The location of Fellwood is not important, but Renly is now marching towards it, and the most likely front-line fortress when receiving news of the fleet's attack is Fellwood.

Nightsong is the first echelon of power in the Stormlands, good at fighting, but claims to be the "Commander-in-Chief of the Borderlands," with no small ambition.

Grandview, what a loud name.

Joffrey looked at Norbert Grandison, "The sleeping lion is not sleeping well, why did you rashly participate in the rebellion, aren't you afraid of bringing disaster to your family?”

Norbert Grandison replied respectfully: “Please forgive me, Your Majesty. The Grandison family has sworn allegiance to Storm's End, although knowing that the danger is heavy, although it will inevitably bleed and sacrifice, it can only go to the abyss without hesitation.”

Joffrey chuckled, "The king and the liege, which is bigger?”

Norbert dared not answer.

“Many people think that the oath to the liege should be obeyed more.” Joffrey took a step forward.

“But in my dynasty, the liege to whom any lord and knight first owe allegiance can only be me. There is no doubt, do you understand?”

Norbert bowed deeply.

“Renew your oath, now, to the liege you first owe allegiance to.” Joffrey ordered.

After a brief silence.

Norbert knelt on one knee, his voice trembling as he made the oath of allegiance.

Joffrey turned to the next person with satisfaction.

“Harth Fell, what is your answer? After taking Storm's End, the decisive battle will probably be at Fellwood.”

Harth Fell could not resist.

“Bruce Buckler? You have seen the Divine Grace on the warship, can the bronze gate of Bronzegate resist such steel and fire?”

Bruce naturally did not have the courage to stand still.

“Rolland Storm. The Caron family of Nightsong has added hundreds of thousands of refugees to King's Landing, Lord Wendwater and Lord Massey demand justice, what level do you think is appropriate?”

The bastard of Nightsong also swore an oath.

Lord Beric Dondarrion of Blackhaven followed closely behind, swearing allegiance to the king more than to the liege. He was already doing this.

Joffrey turned around and looked at Rain House City.

“Prepare.”

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