Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 167: Drowned God?

“One seat cannot accommodate two people. Why not let the Iron Throne arbitrate your dispute?”

Osha, with a hand on her sword hilt, suggested with a smile.

The Great Hall was silent for a few breaths, then erupted into even greater clamor.

The Iron Throne?!

“Wet Hair” Euron couldn't help but glare.

“The Drowned God watches over the sacred traditions. How dare you step into this hall with the Seastone Chair!”

Osha looked puzzled. “What, were you also present when Balon announced his continued allegiance to the Iron Throne? Or did you just happen not to hear it?”

The Iron Throne has the authority to arbitrate disputes among its vassal lords, and the obligation to resolve conflicts.

But is the Iron Islands still a vassal of the Iron Throne?

Many captains strained their voices to express their dissatisfaction.

A chorus of boos arose.

Free ironborn will never wholeheartedly kneel to the king of the green lands!

Slaughter them and offer them as a sacrifice! March towards the green lands!

Some thought this.

But ultimately, no one said it aloud.

The new King of the Iron Islands has not yet been born. The future relationship with the Iron Throne remains unclear. Words spoken at this time could bring praise or disaster.

Baelor Blacktyde, head of Blacktyde, a follower of the Seven Gods, silently looked towards the high platform.

Victarion frowned without speaking.

Asha's gaze shifted to her uncle. “Rodrik the Reader” sat quietly in his seat, only giving her a faint smile.

Asha then looked at Crow's Eye.

“Crow's Eye” Euron crossed his arms, silently observing Osha and her party.

A total of twenty-one people had barged in.

The woman leading them was slender and tall, and should be very agile in a fight.

Beside the woman was a slave boy, with an interesting look in his eyes. Perhaps he would make a good toy.

And the nineteen behind them…

The smile in Crow's Eye's eyes gradually faded. Dangerous warriors, half wielding swords and the other half carrying strange iron boxes. He could smell the magical aura emanating from them.

Especially one of the soldiers.

Crow's Eye looked over, staring into that person's eyes, and received in return a glance filled with rich magic and arrogant mockery.

In an instant, a terrifying premonition of death filled his heart.

They are warning me, Crow's Eye thought.

Joffrey's gaze gradually shifted downwards, landing on Crow's Eye's Valyrian steel scale armor.

Recovery runes, fortification runes, mental runes.

What a magical treasure.

Especially the dense scales, shimmering with golden light, adorned with vortex patterns, hieroglyphs, and mysterious symbols, resembling majestic and magical dragon scales.

Even someone who knew nothing would be captivated by it.

Excluding the influence of the magic net, the only place to obtain such a treasure would be the fiery ruins of Valyria, right?

Perhaps he should go there himself to see the secrets of Valyria's destruction.

And the Dragon Horn, on the “Silence”?

Soon there would be an answer.

Joffrey withdrew his gaze, calculating the current situation and the timing of his appearance.

Victarion's Iron Fleet and the forces of friendly chieftains were not small, but he was not the best candidate in terms of both reputation and benefit. He had also previously expressed his support for Asha, making it almost impossible for him to claim the kingship independently.

Crow's Eye, who had just returned, brought dozens of crew members, and had won the support of a considerable number of chieftains with his reputation, magic, and promises.

Asha had the support of her uncle's Harlaw family and Victarion's help, but because of her status as a woman, it would undoubtedly be difficult to gain the unwavering support of other captains.

Osha's twenty-person squad might not seem like much, but no one could ignore the Iron Throne she represented.

Even in the Iron Islands, there would be those who longed for peace and revered the authority of the Iron Throne.

For example.

Joffrey looked at a young man beside the long table, dressed luxuriously and out of place among the surrounding chieftains.

Baelor Blacktyde.

The head of Blacktyde, a follower of the Seven Gods who had been captured and educated in Oldtown.

So far, he had neither supported Asha nor accepted Euron. He had not reacted excessively to Osha's arrival and speech, and had even given her a friendly smile.

Joffrey then classified the people of House Blacktyde as neutral targets.

In the vision of Osha and others, dozens of blue-glowing figures were added. There were also hundreds of red-glowing enemies and hundreds of unmarked targets.

Gradually, the clamor in the Great Hall began to subside, replaced by an eerie silence.

Several prominent figures sized each other up, none of them speaking first. The other chieftains and captains naturally wouldn't dare to speak out of turn.

The sound of the waves echoed. Human hearts were unpredictable.

Declare war on the Iron Throne? Fight for whom? Who would be the victor? How terrible would the consequences of choosing wrong be?

Many people fidgeted uneasily.

Joffrey shifted his angle, focusing on admiring the sea monster-like Seastone Chair.

The oily black stone was indeed not simple, hiding a rich source of energy within. It seemed to be a better energy storage material than dragon crystals.

It was a pity that no new runes had been discovered.

Clang~

A crisp and slightly jarring metallic clang suddenly rang out.

Everyone couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound. It turned out that a captain had dropped the dagger he was playing with onto his plate.

“The messenger of the Iron Throne.”

“Girl” Coyle behind Asha stood up at this moment.

“Don't tell us you want to prop up Theon to be the Lord of the Iron Islands, making him grovel and offer the blood and longships of the ironborn to those people?”

“Girl” Coyle was not a captain, but no one objected to his statement at this time.

“Yes, Uncle,” Asha said with a light laugh, looking at Victarion. “Father personally revoked Theon's right to inherit, in the tower in Pyke. You heard it too, didn't you?”

A false lie. Victarion knew this clearly.

However, if Balon could see the current scene, he probably wouldn't want Theon to inherit his position either.

A benevolent lie.

The Iron Islands cannot be handed over to the Iron Throne. Not even to Asha, or even to Crow's Eye.

A necessary lie.

Victarion nodded heavily. “Asha and I can both testify that Balon revoked Theon's right to inherit, as early as nine years ago.”

Asha knew that her uncle was completely on her side. The Iron Islands are mine!

The Queen looked at Crow's Eye. Although she wondered why he was still silent, she was no longer worried. At worst, she would fight and win the throne with swords and fire.

“Osha.” The voice of Queen Asha already carried some firmness and majesty.

“According to all laws, the Iron Islands should be inherited by me. Do you object? Even the Iron Throne cannot act arbitrarily!”

“Not at all.” Osha remained calm, only tightening her grip on the sword hilt in her hand.

“Theon's position is not Duke.”

“Nor King.”

A soldier behind her stepped forward, approaching the Seastone Chair. Osha continued to speak.

“But,”

The soldier surpassed her, Osha following behind.

“Regent of the Iron Islands.”

What is a Regent? Before Asha and the others could think about it, they noticed the soldier's offensive act and immediately shouted to stop him, “Soldier! Stop!”

A wave of invisible, terrifying power swept over.

Asha and the others all stiffened, their eyes dull and motionless.

Everyone in the Great Hall rose in alarm.

There were three steps in front of the Seastone Chair.

As the soldier stepped onto the first step, his breeches instantly transformed into a pitch-black night sky adorned with silver stars.

As he stepped onto the second step, his cloak transformed into a pair of black stags and lions.

The footsteps of those rushing forward faltered.

As he stepped onto the third step, the soldier's unremarkable brown hair immediately turned into sun-like golden hair.

And then.

He pushed aside the stiff people, sat directly on the Seastone Chair, and turned around.

Only a few people recognized him.

“King Joffrey!”

Crow's Eye quickly retreated, “Drowned God!!”

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