Everyone looked at Werther, and the expressions on their faces froze instantly.
Magicians have existed in Westeros for more than ten years since the birth of Werther. The people present are all nobles. There is no doubt about the power of magicians, but they have not reached the point where one person can defeat a thousand. Magicians are human beings.
You will be hungry, tired, and bleeding. The magic power is not unlimited, and it is still in the sea. Can you swim there?
Barristan "Lord Werther must have his own plan. How many clippers do we need to prepare?"
Witte "There is no need to prepare anything. Just attack Tyrosh as planned. I will finish the purple fleet and will come to support you soon."
Except for those who had participated in the Greyjoy Rebellion, no one present had actually seen what it was like for Witte to take action. Moreover, Witte was only a teenager at the time, and they had only heard various rumors, some of which were exaggerated.
There are derogatory ones.
After Witte arrived at the Stepstone Islands, he didn't do much, and he just guided others in the battle.
At this time, through Qyburn's summoning, Thoros's fire spell, the battles of Ashara, Robb and Theon, plus the stronger Renly, they were imagining Werther, the chief of the Seven Kingdoms*
*What does a person with the title of master look like in battle?
King Robert also spoke, "It's settled!"
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Time flies very quickly. All the warships in Bloodstone Port have left the port for two days and have joined other fleets to attack Tyrosh. Now only a few garrison troops and Witte are left.
The usually noisy war conference room was empty. Only Witte was sitting on a chair eating chocolate and reading a book, and the temporary city defense officer was sitting next to him.
The temporary city defense officer is named Hopper Redwin. He is mediocre in appearance, with orange hair and a square face covered with freckles. He also has a twin brother.
The fleet of the Redwyne family is one of the main forces in the Reach, but Hopper's military and command skills were so poor that he was nicknamed "Sir Drooling". Garland Tyrell could only stay.
Here he guards the port.
Hopper kept looking at the golden pocket watch in his hand, and the expression on his face was even more nervous than Werther's.
"Lord Werther, it's one o'clock in the morning."
Werther looked up at him and handed him an apple, "It's still early, you should eat some fruit first."
Hopper held the apple with an anxious look on his face, "Then let's help Master Werther put on the armor first. It takes a lot of time to put on the armor."
"Okay! This armor has many locks on the back, and I really can't reach it myself."
Hopper called several soldiers in, put the armor parts aside one by one on Witte, and carefully tied the buckles and locks.
This armor is one of the ancestral armors of the Baratheon family. Every noble family has many sets of armor. The one Werther wears now is what Robert wore during the uprising. It is made of white stainless steel with some green on the outside.
Pattern, an antler helmet.
After putting on the armor, Hobo had nothing to do but go to see the defense situation at the port.
Werther continued to read, and after a while Hopper came in again with a few soldiers
"Lord Werther, it's o'clock in the morning!"
"Well, it's time!"
Wow~~
Werther stood up, and the armor on his body made a sound. This was the first time Werther put on armor in battle. Robert forced it on him. If he didn't wear it, he would not change his offensive strategy.
Hopper saw Werther getting up and coming over with several soldiers to help Werther check the gaps and locks in his armor. Werther also looked uncomfortable, so Hobo quickly explained
"Lord Witte, His Majesty the King personally told me to supervise you to put on your armor."
"I know, actually I don't need these at all."
Several people tightened the armor tightly, and finally Werther put on a deer-antler helmet. He felt very uncomfortable. He was like a rat in a can, and he was so suffocated.
Hopper ran to the door and struggled to hold the two-handed giant sword in its scabbard with both hands.
"Lord Werther, your sword is too heavy!"
Werther took the sword with one hand, swung it twice, and tied the leather scabbard to his body.
"You need to exercise more. You really can't run around your yard twice every day."
Hopper: "Haha, Master Werther, you are still joking at this time."
"The time has come, Hopper, the port will be handed over to you!" After saying this, Werther walked out of the hall quickly, making the floorboards make a thumping sound.
"As you command, Lord Witte!"
Hopper and several soldiers looked at Werther, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and nearly 2.2 meters tall with the antlers on his helmet. He was wearing heavy plate armor and carrying a heavy giant sword and walking very fast. They were all envious of him for being so unusual.
The people here are all old, weak, sick and disabled.
When he went out, he summoned the skeleton horse Avak, and Werther turned over and rode it towards the south.
After running through several ridges and crossing several small rivers, the original blockade had been removed, leaving only a row of wooden fences. Although there was only a skeleton left, Avak could easily carry Werther, who was fully armored.
Crossed the fence in one leap.
The smell of sulfur began to appear in the air. After passing through several valleys, Werther finally saw Audaweiying who had stood up.
"Dragonborn, you're late!"
"Did you see it? It took a lot of time to put on this armor." Witte pointed to his green plate armor.
"Hard-shelled bugs!"
Werther did not answer his words and took back Avak: "You are full and have nothing to do. Are you ready to fight today?"
"Don't doubt the dragon's yearning for the sky, and don't doubt the dragon's excitement for battle."
The white mage's hand stretched out, grabbed the horn on the dragon's head and pulled it back. Witte quickly jumped on top of Oda Weiying's head.
Odaweying is too big, and Werther is not like the Targaryens who ride dragons. They rely entirely on dragons to fight in the sky. He can also perform magic output, and the Bloody Scar Blade can also perform long-range attacks, so he can stand anywhere.
It’s not very convenient for combat, so we can only choose a place with a good sight line.
"Oda Weiying, take off!"
The sky-covering wings spread out, and the huge dragon legs began to run, quickly rushing forward with the five-story-high body.
The wings flapped, blowing the nearby woods to and fro, and the giant dragon jumped up and flew into the air.
Werther saw that the strong wind had scattered seven hundred and fifty sheep and turned them into dung heaps.
Hobb Redwin and the remaining soldiers gathered in twos and threes around the port to chat. A giant beast suddenly appeared from the ridge and flew over Bloodstone Harbor.
Everyone instinctively held their heads and squatted down, not daring to make a sound.
Looking at the huge figure that can block the sky, there is no doubt that a dragon claw can easily grab a boat. It is not until the dragon flies away and is invisible from a distance that it dares to make a sound.
"Dragon!"
"The red and white dragon!"
"There is a man standing on the head of the giant dragon!"
Hobb Redwin also saw the figure on the dragon's head, and he helped put on the antlered armor. "The man on the dragon's head is Vit Baratheon!"