Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

“Don't hide, hurry up and surface to surrender, and I'll spare you.” Joffrey said to the sea.

The sea only responded with waves.

Receiving the order, Theon hesitated for a moment, then began to persuade Euron Greyjoy under the sea: “Uncle Euron, you have seen His Majesty's power, are you still unwilling to give up? The will of the gods has made its choice, and so have the Drowned God and the Storm God!”

All the warships gathered around, the hulls flowing, the cannons deeply embedded, pointing towards the sea below.

The cannons are also powerful under the sea.

Theon continued: “As long as you submit loyally like the Iron Islands, His Majesty will still grant forgiveness.”

The seabed was still eerily silent.

The Valyrian Earl's flagship, "Glory of High Tide Island", sailed out of the formation and moved towards the center.

“In the name of Theon, the Governor of the Iron Islands and of House Greyjoy, I guarantee that you will still have a position in Pyke, a position of honor.”

Dong~

"Glory of High Tide Island" slowly touched the starboard side of "Silence".

The warlocks activated their abilities, and the wooden deck immediately transformed into stretching long arms, gently holding the deck railing of "Silence", gradually closing the distance between each other.

Before long, the two ships were parallel and merged into one, like a pair of closely embracing lovers.

Da!

A neat and wide gangplank fell from "Glory of High Tide Island" onto the other's deck.

The hexagram soldiers on the warship began to move, in teams of ten, calmly and orderly boarding "Silence".

The crew of "Silence" didn't dare to have even the slightest intense reaction.

Not to mention dozens or hundreds of times more enemies, the terrifying cannons that were now pointing at them were enough to make people lose all courage to resist.

It was simply divine punishment.

In the short quarter of an hour before, they watched hundreds of their comrades sink into the sea with the longboats, their ears filled with deafening roars and desperate cries for help. But there was nothing they could do.

"Silence" even dropped anchor directly in the middle of the sea, not daring to move another step, for fear of being affected by the surging steel and flames.

No one can resist that kind of power!

Even King Euron had dived into the sea to be with the sea monsters, abandoning "Silence".

Who can still harbor any unrealistic hope?

The soldiers wearing hexagrams approached step by step, and they had no choice but to retreat again and again, until they retreated to the leftmost edge.

What to do now?

Euron's mutes looked at each other. In the end, a Summer Islander boy with skin as black as asphalt nudged the tallest one, Yohn Farwynd.

All the mutes immediately looked at this Ironborn.

The mutes had become quite familiar with him, knowing that Yohn Farwynd was actually a member rejected by the Ironborn because of his color-changing eyes and strange rumors.

The mutes in similar situations therefore had more intimacy and trust in him.

Most importantly, the Ironborn man could not only understand the Common Tongue of Westeros, but was also a captain with some status, and he could also speak.

“Ah ah~” The mute could only hint like this.

Yohn Farwynd looked around at the mutes and quickly understood what they meant.

Want me to take the lead in kneeling?

“Uncle Euron,” Theon continued to shout towards the sea.

“You probably don't know yet, Asha has become the new Duchess of Greyjoy, and Uncle Victarion is the 'Guardian of the Sunset Sea'.”

Yohn Farwynd had indeed just learned about it.

“His Majesty has forgiven our sins, and the Iron Islands and the family are very stable. Don't be obsessed anymore!”

The hexagram warriors on "Silence" had filled the entire deck, surrounding this small group of people, seeming that just one more step would drive them completely into the sea.

A decision must be made as soon as possible.

The colors in the eyes of the "Skinchanger" Yohn Farwynd switched and flashed even faster, black, blue, green, black, blue, green, black…

When the pupils showed green for the third time, he closed his eyes in time and began to communicate with the sea creatures.

However, the sea below was empty, with only a vast and terrifying wild will staying on the seabed, glaring and roaring madly, making him afraid to approach at all.

What about further away?

He outlined the wider sea, running his spirit and trying to sink into it, searching for active souls.

Not here, not there either.

The sea monster has too much appetite and has scared away too many creatures suitable for possession. He invested more…

Finally.

Golden light appeared abruptly!

Unable to see any form, just pure light and energy! It was spreading holy and ardent brilliance.

Like a warm sun.

Making people only have awe and just want to sleep quietly…

No!

No! Wake up quickly!

That's not the sun! It's an existence more terrifying than the sea monster! It's too tempting!!

Yohn Farwynd opened his eyes in panic, the black, blue, and green in his eyes almost completely replaced by gold. Fortunately, it was now gradually fading.

After two breaths, his original pupils and demeanor reappeared.

The next moment.

The boy's shouting and the sound of the waves in the air returned to him. Saved, he breathed a sigh of relief after surviving the disaster.

The light was too dazzling, and he blinked.

Only then did he realize that his body had turned its direction and was facing the golden steel warship—King Joffrey's flagship.

He lowered his head. It turned out that he was already kneeling on the ground.

Dong dong dong~

The mutes followed closely and knelt on the deck, their strength crisp and decisive. The sound sounded as if they were knocking on the door urgently.

The owner in the door opened the door.

A gradually increasing shadow walked towards this side. Yohn Farwynd closed his eyes again, letting his hands be wrapped and bound tightly by ropes…

The crew were all held at the stern.

A team of soldiers walked into the cabin, searching for wizards, hostages, and equipment according to the instructions on the light curtain.

A lieutenant held the rudder.

Two soldiers walked to the bow, untied the naked and dying Mia Stone, and draped a thick blue blanket with red and yellow borders over her. The color of her father, the color of House Farman.

A lieutenant drew his saber, wiped it with two fingers, attached a blazing red flame to the steel sword, and then slashed diagonally, cutting off the black iron statue of the Silent Maiden.

Half of the heavy and cold figurehead fell into the sea and sank to the bottom.

"Silence" was completely captured.

“Crow's Eye” Euron remained indifferent and waited silently.

Today's mistake made him lose too much. The Ironborn's sword, "Silence", magical treasures, and absolute trust in prophecy.

But he doesn't plan to give up!

He has already seen the weakness of Joffrey's power. The fleet cannot reach the deep sea! Neither can those iron balls! And fire cannot burn in the sea!

The sea monster is already invincible.

The prophecy failed to kill Joffrey, so what? I'll do it myself!

Crow's Eye prepared to give all his patience.

No matter how large and strong the fleet is, there will always be flaws, and when the time comes, he will directly attack that steel warship and kill it with one blow!

Silence brewed murderous intent, and time passed.

Joffrey sighed.

“Last ten breaths!” Theon was ordered to make a final attempt:

“Survival, or destruction!?”

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