After some arrangement, several small stands were temporarily set up in the square outside Tyroshi Castle. The stands were filled with magicians and Werther's personal guards.
In the field, the already disgraced Robb Stark, shirtless and holding a big sword, was pointing at the air and firing rapidly.
Witte stood aside with the Bloody Ska Blade and explained to the audience in the stands: "The battle between magicians is not about who has more magic or who's magic is more powerful, but about discovering each other's weaknesses.
Fight in the most mana-saving way."
Werther raised a finger: "I only used the lowest level illusion to let Robb fight a non-existent enemy, and I could attack him from behind at any time, or wait for him to be exhausted and capture him." p>
"Aha!" Robb raised his left hand and blew out a burst of fire into the air. Then the red light emitted from the great sword extended the attack distance. His body kept spinning, and the great sword kept drawing circles around his body, continuously.
The sword moves seem to cut the air into dozens of sections.
Robb retreated after a heavy chop, slicking his hair back, and then saw Werther in the distance with his giant sword on the ground, his hand holding the hilt, waiting for him. The audience in the stands sympathized with him.
smile, knowing that it will be the same when he goes up.
"Come on!" Saran Farman shouted excitedly in the stands. Only his wife supported him as always.
Robb is a magician, but he only practices martial arts on a daily basis, not magic. According to Robb, magic is too precious to be used for performances, so Saran has never seen Robb use magic, at most.
Light a candle with a small flame on your finger, or chill the wine with your hand. Many jugglers can do this.
Robb also reacted and cut the air, and asked Witte with a little breath: "I have always been careful, but when did you use the illusion on me, master?"
Wirth: "The next step is the new technique I am going to teach you. Everyone, watch out. Robb is ready to defend!"
The yellow light on Robb's hand lit up, and the protective magic light covered his whole body. He held the sword in both hands and squatted down slightly, staring at Werther's hands. But Werther still maintained the posture of holding the sword, not looking like he was fighting at all.
"A person's hands are the most flexible, and they are also the most comfortable in conducting and stimulating magic, but magic can be produced by more than just hands!" Werther looked at Robb, magic power was poured into his right foot, he raised his right foot slightly and stepped on the ground.<
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"Huh?" Robb saw Werther's movements and began to stare at the ground.
The magic had already taken shape when it emerged from the soles of Werther's feet, and kept stretching underground in the direction of Robb.
Bang! With a bang, more than a dozen ice spikes as tall as a person exploded out from Robb's feet, and an ice flower bloomed directly. The first ice spike was blocked by Robb's magic and shattered, but the second and subsequent ones burst into pieces.
The ice thorns pierced Robb's body and hung him on the ice flowers.
"Ah!"
A sudden scream startled Werther. He turned around and saw that Saran Farman was covering her face with her hands and was about to cry.
"Um, I'm fine! Master, please put me down first and treat me. It hurts!" Robb, whose body was stabbed several times, said feebly while hanging on the ice spike.
Recycling the magic that has been sent out will not turn it into magic power and put it back into the body. It consumes magic power just like releasing magic. However, Werther stipulates that when magicians contact each other, magic power must be reserved for recycling to avoid harming the other party. p>
The ice spikes gradually retracted, and Werther threw a healing spell at Robb. Robb stood up and moved his limbs, and cast another defensive spell on his body: "Try again. It turns out that magic can also be emitted with the feet. I'll try it again." "The illusion you had before was not cast with my hands and feet, but with my eyes." Wit saw that Robb was ready, and purple light flashed in his eyes. Robb raised his hand to block his eyes this time to avoid it.
Vert then stepped on the ground, and Robb was blown away by the flames coming out of his feet.
Saran Farman still looked surprised when she saw that Robb was not dead.
Balon Swann, the captain of the personal guard standing next to her, saw her like this and took the initiative to explain to her: "Most magicians practice like this."
"Sir Baron, is this really true?" Saran Farman looked up at the tall Baron. She had memorized the names and positions of every important person in the past few days.
Balon went on to say: "And as long as there are magicians who can heal, the scene will be very bloody. Duke Werther made Sir Robb shirtless. We had already expected that he would not feel well today. Just get used to it and let him go in the evening."
Robb, eat more meat to replenish your health."
"Oh." Saran was relieved and no longer worried when he saw Robb flying in mid-air, covered in darkness.
After watching for a while, she asked Baron: "How does Duke Werther practice fighting? There are not many people who can fight with him."
Balon smiled: "Sparring with Audaweiying! Audaweiying is the red and white dragon. I remember the first time I saw Duke Werther fight against the dragon, and he was bitten by the dragon with a crunching sound.
, and kept screaming. I was so scared that my legs were weak, and what I was thinking about was immediately cutting down a tree to make a temporary coffin for Duke Werther."
"A giant dragon!" Saran looked up at the sky. This time he came to Tyrosh and did not see a dragon. A small wish in his heart was not fulfilled.
Magic can heal the injury, but the bleeding cannot be recovered. After successive battles, Robb's lips have turned white and he is exhausted.
"Robb goes back to rest, Qyburn, come here." Werther finally let him go.
"Hey, Duke Werther, you have to be gentle, my old bones can't stand the torment like Robb." Qyburn walked down from the stands and summoned a skeleton archer, looking at Werther eagerly.
Werther: "Don't worry, you won't die as long as I'm here."
"Ah~~~" The little old man Cobain was also blown up to the sky.
The skeleton archer still stood there stupidly, holding the bow and arrow and looking left and right. The attack command it received was interrupted halfway, and it didn't know who to attack.
There are not many opportunities to experience life and death at close range. The magicians present are all smart people. They all lined up and were tortured by Werther. Afterwards, they fought in pairs according to their strength, using magic with all their strength. Werther was there.
Provide verbal guidance and assistance.
Master Yaxia Yunkong's quick and fast wind magic, Kui Lizard's weird shadow magic, and the wizard Haiya Puli was fed hundreds of alchemy potions by Triene, and the poisonous smoke spewed out of his mouth made King Lin.
The magicians in the city have gained knowledge.
After the sparring, Werther took them to the study room and put the books on the table with the techniques of using various parts of the body to release magic, and asked those who were willing to copy the copies to copy them at will.
This technique cannot release high-level magic. High-level magic requires too much control over magic power and requires the use of flexible hands. But low-level magic is still easy to learn for mages who are skilled in the use of magic, just like learning to write with the left hand. A few days later, Robb and Jon were drinking in a tavern in the city when they heard a passerby shouting for a dragon.
Only women perform songs and dances in this tavern, which is a formal place. Three girls, Sansa, Saran and Arya, are also there.
Jon took a sip of wine: "That shouldn't be the case! Usually dragons often wander around in the sky, and Tyrosh doesn't even raise their heads. Why is there such a fuss now?"
"Maybe it's not the master's. Come on, let's go out and have a look." Robb put the silver coins on the table, took Saran and walked out with his sword.
"Wait for me!" Arya climbed off the stool and ran after Robb.
"Let's go and see the excitement." Tyrosh's life is too comfortable, and Jon now also likes to see the excitement.
The group of people walked to the small square, and the four direwolves playing with each other behind them noticed something and began to howl at the sky.
"Look, Werther's eyes are shining brightly!" The little girl Aria is always startled when she speaks.
Everyone looked up and saw the Eye of Werther for the first time. The huge blue eyeball stared at the sea in the west with a magical glow. It suddenly turned yellow and turned back to blue after a few seconds. p>
Pedestrians on the road didn't panic when they saw it was blue, and kept looking at the sky.
Not long after, a small dragon with red and gold patterns on a white background flew over the city from the west, circling around the Eye of Werther.
"It's Lord Renly here!" said a passerby, recognizing Renly's dragon. Other passers-by were also discussing among themselves the dragon's flying speed and what it likes to eat. The Tyroshi people are also well-informed.
, every one of them speaks clearly and eloquently like an expert on raising dragons.
Werther also controlled his eyes in the castle and kept looking at the little dragon. When Renly's ship was about to dock, he turned off the magic, put on his beautiful clothes and took Tyene and the personal guards to the port to meet him.
As Werther's team arrived at the port, there were more and more people. The Duke of Storm's End was no small figure. For his official visit, the island's nobles and wealthy businessmen had to go to the port to greet him.
The scene was large enough. When the ship docked, Renly jumped out of the ship first and took Werther by the collar: "Do I know that those eyes of yours are used to deal with enemies, and you have to look at me when I come?"
Werther turned around and put his hand on Renly's shoulder: "Hey, how does it feel to be stared at by magic eyes?"
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Renly: "It's not good. The yellow light shines over, and the magic power in the body keeps surging, making my whole body uncomfortable!"
Witte smiled and said: "If the red mode is turned on and ordinary magicians can be knocked down, do you want to build one at Storm's End?"
Renly immediately cheered up: "Of course! I thought you only did this in Tyrosh."
Witte lowered his voice: "When you go back, I will give you a complete set of blueprints! I will sell you Valyrian steel at a low price."
"That's it!" Renly saw the power of the Eye of Veidt and really wanted to get one at Storm's End.
"Duke Werther, don't you even say hello?"
Werther and Renly turned around, and little Rose Margaery, who was wearing a light green gauze gown, was already standing behind them, and there were several Tyrell girls holding children.
"Ha, long time no see!"
"Long time no see!"
Margery and Werther looked at each other and smiled, but Werther felt that Margery looked at him a little fiercely.
Renly will stay in Tyrosh for about half a year, and he is accompanied by a large number of people, including half of the officials of Storm's End and all the maids and attendants.
Fortunately, Werther's castle was built with two floors. Renly and the nobles lived in the castle, while his entourage could only stay in hotels in the city.
After a welcome banquet, Renly took his captain of the bodyguard to communicate with the magicians, and Werther was finally able to take a rest during the day.
Vert was playing with the child with Triene in the room, when there was a knock on the door.
Before Werther could say to come in, little Rose Margery had already come in and locked the door.
"Aren't you going to take care of the children?" Werther asked.
Margery walked up to Werther: "Still pretending?"
Werther: "It's not appropriate to do this in broad daylight."
Margaery pointed to the widest bed in Westeros: "Get up there yourself!"
Werther reluctantly nodded and climbed up slowly.
Margaery turned her head: "Teene, come with us!"
Trine reached out and touched Margaery's belly: "I'm not well yet, and I'll be watching you from the side. Come on!"
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During dinner time, Werther watched Margaery, who was sitting next to Renly, licking her mouth, and there was still a taste of milk in her mouth.
"Eat this and replenish it." Tyene took a fork from her plate and brought a shell that Werther didn't recognize.
Wit hugged Triene and kissed her on the face: "My Triene is better! My waist is almost broken."
"Would you like some strength?" Tyene's hand went into her pocket.
Werther quickly held her hand: "Don't, it's not that big of a deal!"
Tyene peeled off a small shell and ate it into her mouth: "Oh. Nymeria has written a letter. She said that she has met several earls in the prison foyer."
Witte: "I know, don't worry, Audaweiying will ensure her safety."
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Tyene: "Then who is she going to fight next?"
Wirth: "They can only go north or east. You know Dorne better than I do. I'm really not good at commanding battles. I can't judge their direction of action."
Trine thought for a while: "There have been a lot less letters from her recently."
Witte: "There's a war going on over there. You can't just send a message back about everything. The messenger crows may be shot down by archers on the way, and they will be exposed."
Trine thought about it and continued to eat.
Renly, who was sitting on the left, came over again: "Witt, I have a few things to do here this time. The first one is to ask Stannis. He said he wants to open a shop in Tyrosh."
Werther: "Is he his gambling partner? No problem, I have all kinds of gods here, and I welcome him as the god of gambling!"
Renly sat up straight: "Do you need me to tell you if you want to open a shop? We all know that your city of Tyrosh is very expensive now. If you want to build a house in the city, there is no room. Stannis asked me to come to you.
, I just want you to find a bigger place for him."
Witte: "Don't worry, although the city of Tyrosi is fully built, Tyrosi Island is still very big. In addition to the temple and workshop area in the south outside the city wall, a large residential and commercial area will be built next, and there are plans
For the second port in the country, I will give him as much land as he wants."
"That's it, I've finished his business, and then it's my own business." Renly leaned into Werther's ear: "As long as you know that a child is not safe, will you give me another one?"
Werther looked at him in surprise: "You plan to live here for half a year. Is this the idea?"
Renly: "There is no way. My eldest brother Robert is forcing me, the Tyrell family is also forcing me, and even the lords of the Stormlands have mentioned this matter from time to time. Am I not going to come to you again?"
Wirth: "Even if Margery is young, she can't continue giving birth like this. Her health must be considered."
Renly looked at Werther firmly and took Werther's left hand: "So I will live in Tyrosh for half a year. After half a year, you have to promise!"
Werther knocked on the table with his hand. Even a donkey couldn't do this. When he looked up, he found Margery holding a wine glass and toasting him. Werther secretly held his waist with his right hand and felt a little scared.