Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 122 The Son of Flame
The group continued to walk down.

Harlem the Wise was introducing the abilities of the Alchemist Guild and the advantages of Wildfire to the king.

Joffrey nodded with a smile, and at the same time used magic voice transmission, "Tyrion, is the power of King's Landing enough to destroy the rebels?"

How could Tyrion say no.

"Now the northern princes have assembled more than [-] troops, heading north, not south." Joffrey was indeed quite upset.

Although he personally agreed to move the northern border to the north, the attitudes of these lords were too different.For him, he gathered a few thousand people to deal with the matter, and for Stark, he gave all his help, which was a blatant slap in the face.

And Duke Eddard Stark not only acquiesced to the isolation of the North, but also failed to get enough support from the riverlands and valleys.

With Eddard's status and reputation, he should have had more influence in the riverlands and valleys.

But until now, the Valley has basically remained neutral, and the princes of the Riverland have not responded to the call with all their strength. They only did not lose the chain in terms of material supply, but they did not lose half a copper plate.

In order to support more than 2 soldiers, and to fill the stomachs of hundreds of thousands of people in the city, not only the treasury, but the wealth of the entire King's Landing is rapidly draining.

With such support, who would have thought that the royal family and Stark were close allies in marriage?
Joffrey knew the root cause.

The rumors about Renly and Lysa finally made Duke Ed doubtful. Coupled with his dislike for the Lannister family and his contempt for political methods, Ed still chose to escape.

If it weren't for Sansa, Jon and others who stayed in King's Landing, as well as the existence of God's Grace, maybe Ed's performance would be more negative.

Joffrey had to wonder if it might be worth marrying Highgarden.

At least Tyrell is really willing to give it to the army.

"The marriage to the direwolf was supposed to bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms. Yet the support of the North is almost as it was before."

Only a dozen years ago, there were still many princes in the riverlands and valleys who chose to rebel against their lords for the Targaryen royal family, but they took greater risks and paid more prices.

Facts have verified the ideas of the princes of the Seven Kingdoms.

Although the Baratheon family inherited the Iron Throne by relying on part of the Targaryen blood, the princes did not completely transfer the allegiance of hundreds of years to the new royal family.

The Seven Kingdoms are already far apart.

Joffrey gave Tyrion the final answer, "Whoever contributes more is qualified to sit in a better position."

Tyrion wondered.

Is Joffrey planning to change the engagement?Is this sensible?

Tyrion was worried, but he wasn't stupid enough to ask.Silence is the only option.

The slope of the tunnel gradually flattens.

"Your Majesty, the Iron Torch Corridor is ahead." Harlem's voice was mysterious, "The mystery of the wildfire lies in it."

Tyrion leaned forward through a gap between several figures that stood in the way, and an emerald light shone through the gap.

Everyone finally walked out of the tunnel.

In front of him was a narrow, long and empty corridor, the walls and ceiling were made of black marble, but at this moment it was shrouded in emerald green firelight, exuding a strange luster.

Tyrion looked up.

On both sides of the long corridor stood a pair of black iron pillars, a full two feet high, green flames were dancing around these iron pillars, like torches.

It turns out that this is the "iron torch".

Harlem explained proudly, "Using these iron torches, the guild can produce a considerable amount of wildfire every day. Now, the number is, hehehe, a full two hundred cans."

Two hundred cans.Thinking of this number, Harlem still couldn't calm down.

Two hundred cans, the monthly output is [-] cans, which can catch up with all the reserves of the guild over the years, enough to support a huge battle.

How many people will catch wildfire and howl to death.

Tyrion shook his head and sighed, "What a magnificent iron torch, unfortunately, today's production may be greatly reduced."

Just looking at the green light and green fire, Tyrion could imagine the amazing consumption of wildfire.

Harlem looked at the king flatteringly, "Your Majesty is here, no matter how much it costs, it can't reflect the excitement and gratitude of everyone in the guild."

Joffrey was noncommittal, "What I want today is not wildfire, are you ready?"

Harlem nodded again and again, "Of course, I didn't make the best preparations, how dare I disturb His Majesty rashly. The rituals and spells are all ready."

In order to attract the king's attention, Harlem searched the guild's ancient books for a whole week, and finally gathered every piece of knowledge to cast the lost magic, just waiting for one experiment.

"Your Majesty, it's in the hall behind the corridor."

Harlem graciously opened the way ahead, turning his head from time to time to tell the glorious history of the guild, assuring that His Majesty the King would be satisfied this time.

Joffrey looked casually at the iron torches on both sides, the green fire in his eyes.

He is no stranger to this corridor.

Although this was his first visit to the Alchemist Guild, he had observed it many times with magic.

He, too, had long seen the secret of wildfire.

The main ingredient in wildfire is a viscous black liquid that resembles raw petroleum.

Pyromancers pour it into the hollow iron torch, and then mix a certain proportion of sulfur, rosin, and resin, and use high temperature to initially fuse the several raw materials.

At this time, the liquid was black and green as a whole, and then entered into a deeper secret room through the pipeline connected to the iron torch.

Pyromancers are chanting spells and doing strange postures here.

Joffrey soon noticed that the movements of the pyromancers had a somewhat similar rhythm to Melisandre's dance.

Afterwards, familiar lines appeared in the air, the same lines as Melisandre's at that time, lines similar to those of the fire rune.

Alchemists and the Lord of Light have a connection?
Or other powerful beings with the power of fire?
He continued to observe.

The runes in the sky began to sprinkle colorful starlight, and the starlight merged into the large tank filled with oil in the center of the secret room, and the top layer of the liquid gradually turned emerald green, which was wildfire.

Colorful starlight.

He immediately noticed the key, what kind of magic power is this?Isn't mana all purely monochromatic?
This is a major discovery.

After that, he had Melisandre perform more spells.Most of the magical powers of the spells exude monochromatic light, and a few of them also have multi-colored light, and the effects of spells seem to be more complicated.

Higher-level runes can produce different mana, so as to achieve more refined and diverse effects?

Joffrey's doubts increased rather than diminished.

If this is the case, why divide so many runes?Simply use one rune.

Or is there indeed a universal rune, but I haven't seen it?

The answer is not certain.

The wildfire blazed in the torch, and Joffrey looked ahead.

Regardless, the way forward for rune magic is marked.More advanced runes, since they can be seen, must be obtained.

All that needs to be done now is to collect runes, accumulate foundation, and wait for that time to come.

Harlem, who was leading the way, stopped in his tracks.

The Iron Torch Corridor has been left behind, and the place where everyone is located is a circle of high platforms, with a wide hall below.

Joffrey looked down.

Dozens of people are fiddling with the arrangement of the ceremony.

Harlem prayed devoutly, "Bless the gods, may the son of flame be born smoothly."

Joffrey expected the same.

(End of this chapter)