A Western fantasy journey that began with Game of Thrones

Should we help these werewolves who have come to surrender?

This is actually an easy choice for Renly.

The loyal and unbeatable subordinates are right in front of him. Even if he doesn't have too many ambitions, Renly can't let them go!

In fact, the werewolves don't have many demands, just living space and sufficient food, which can be easily satisfied.

After expressing this emotion, the surrendered werewolves were so excited that they howled one after another, and they didn't consider whether Renly had the conditions to help them.

However, this matter was not continued, because Victarion, the general person in charge of this expedition, came to the door.

Victarion is the younger brother of King Balon of the Iron Islands. He is tall and strong, with a rigid and rough face. He strode over and bowed, speaking in a straightforward tone.

"My lord, are they reliable?"

"They have surrendered to me." Renly replied.

"Then I need them to join this war. Please allow me, sir." Victarion, who was like a strong man, was very pragmatic and did not doubt whether what his son of the Drowned God said was reliable.

After hearing this, Renly looked at the group of werewolves squatting in front of him and found that they were staring at him honestly with their obedient eyes, as if waiting for him to make a decision, so he said: "You need to ensure that they can play their due combat effectiveness after joining, and at the same time, they can't lack food and drink."

Victarion nodded, and the werewolves had no objection.

So the matter was settled. It seemed hasty, but in fact, relying on the exploration of the spiritual talent, Renly knew that both parties were reliable.

After "introducing each other" for a while, Renly said goodbye and left, leaving the communication space to both parties.

He walked back while thinking about this situation.

The Chaos Mark disappeared, but it seemed that it did not disappear, but was integrated into the scepter. At the same time, the impact it brought had also changed some of the patterns of this world.

Let’s not talk about the ancient people who were hiding in the dark and doing all kinds of tricks. The werewolves in front of us have become a sustainable race.

Compared with ordinary humans, their vitality and physique are much stronger, which makes this race very strong in combat, but their relatively weak wisdom and inhuman appearance make it difficult for them to integrate into this world.

“Maybe what I need to do is not to integrate them, but to distinguish them from humans?” Renly thought secretly, and associated the werewolves with vampires.

“It’s a pity that I haven’t heard of anyone being sucked blood in the Seven Kingdoms.”

While muttering, Renly returned to his room, and found that the girl who was sitting in a daze before leaving had now leaned over and fainted. He was shocked and ran forward to check. He found that she was just unconscious and had no other injuries. He was relieved and then a little strange.

"Why is she unconscious? Did she have an accident?"

Because he had tried it before, Renly had never thought that his meditation method would be harmful, but what he didn't know was that with the power of the world of death, his visualization was much easier than others.

Without this power to support her, Rhaenys's energy consumption when visualizing the scene was real. After barely meditating for a while, she was naturally exhausted and couldn't help but collapse and fall asleep.

At this time, Renly didn't know the specific situation, but he knew that the other party was just too tired and it was not a big deal, so he helped her to lie flat on the desk to avoid sitting on the chair and stretching her cervical spine.

Then he began to meditate himself and began to find out why this method had problems.

In his mind, he visualized the hall in the clouds, the countless prisons inside, the gloomy things outside, and even the thunder and crows surrounding him...

Indistinctly, the hall seemed to really appear in his mind, with a strange hazy feeling of half reality and half illusion.

This feeling slowly faded after a while, along with the constructed visualization target. Then Renly opened his eyes, and a sense of fulfillment arose from his brain, which made his mind, which was originally exhausted by the use of the psychic moment, full again.

"There is no problem with the general operation, but it is too complicated. It seems that not everyone can learn it..."

He pondered secretly.

At this time, Renly had come to his senses. The visualization that seemed easy to him was actually very complicated. Most people probably couldn't do it in one fell swoop the first time, and the unconscious Renis seemed to have failed because of the effort?

This was unexpected but reasonable. After all, the impression of the mage in his mind was very intuitive, and the high threshold was inevitable.

Renly didn't want to improve or simplify meditation. After all, he came up with this method just for an attempt, and this attempt was effective for him.

The next experiment should be when to release the magic power with his own will, and how to release it.

As for the spread of this meditation method itself, Renly didn't have any idea. There were still a lot of things to do at the moment. Maybe he would consider teaching it to some people if there was a chance in the future.

But now, he was reluctant to distribute even the power seeds, so naturally not everyone could learn this meditation method.

"If I plant the power seeds in Rhaenys or in the werewolves, what kind of profession would it breed?"

He was a little eager to do this, but unfortunately he didn't have the power seeds on him at the moment.

This idea didn't last, because the girl he placed on the desk suddenly moved her fingers, and then suddenly straightened her upper body under Renly's gaze.

"Why do you treat me like this!"

The angry questioning facing the air came very abruptly, but somehow it was understandable. Renly, who originally wanted to ask the girl what was wrong, was stunned, and Rhaenys, who noticed Renly's presence, also looked at him with a very confused look.

After staring blankly for a while, she turned her head and whispered: "I feel very reluctant. This meditation method is not something I can practice now."

She seemed to know what Renly wanted to ask.

"No sequelae?" Renly continued to ask this question.

"I just feel very tired." Rhaenys answered.

"Will you be able to practice it in the future?"

"I should be able to, but I need a little familiarity and can't do it in a short time."

...

After asking questions one after another, the expression on the girl's face gradually relaxed and began to regain some liveliness. After checking the other party's current state again, Renly breathed a sigh of relief.

No accidents happened for a while afterwards. In addition to the necessary preparation of anti-epidemic potions, Rhaenys kept practicing meditation in the room and seemed to be very interested in it.

In contrast, Renly, the founder, was not so diligent about this. He practiced once or twice a day, and then ignored it when he felt that he was good enough.

His focus was still on this war.

The continuous siege attacks never posed much threat to the Ironborn. Magic could not invade, and werewolves dared not be used anymore. This obviously made the enemy a little blind, and they could only use the army to attack the city.

During the attack and defense, the number of casualties on both sides continued to increase, and the situation remained deadlocked.

Until the Westerland troops participating in the decisive battle were transported by sea.

I have been very tired during this period, and it is difficult to keep updating. It will be fine after this month.