Chapter 39 The Birth of the Storm

"This fire burned the Usurper's ambition to invade Dragonstone for the next five years."

The old sergeant, who was standing beside the boy, coughed softly, and said.

Viserys turned his head slightly and glanced at the little old man standing beside him. He didn't know where the other party's five-year data came from, and whether there was any evidence to support it.

But he also understands that this fire will indeed make Longshi Island temporarily safe.

The Usurper War is not over yet, that fat man in Baratheon, oh no, the future is a fat man, and his throne is not so secure.

The Usurper War has taken a turn for the worse since the death of his brother Rhaegar, and Targaryen has not won a single battle, losing one after another, and finally losing the Iron Throne.

And now Viserys' fire has lit a beacon in the long night of the Targaryen family's future, at least slightly boosting the morale that is now extremely depressed.

However, in fact, the relationship between this fire and Viserys is not very big.

In fact, his most fundamental purpose is to rely on the advantages of foresight and not want the Dragonstone Island fleet to be buried in the storm.

So want to let the fleet escape the storm vortex of Dragonstone.

However, I didn't expect that the almost bold suggestion given by a child would be adopted by accident.

Sir Geoffrey finally made the decision to race against the storm to raid Storm's End.

Then the Targaryen fleet sailed out of the storm, without Stannis expecting it.

He directly caught him by surprise, and blocked the entire Baratheon fleet in the port, completely burning the fire.

The future is even destined to become one of the most classic cases in the history of the naval battle of Westeros.

However, Viserys actually only gave a suggestion, and it had little effect, and the subsequent command, operations, and raids had nothing to do with him.

He just stood beside the little old man and blew the sea breeze and got a heavy rain.

Although it was Viserys who volunteered to stand outside to watch the battle, for some unknown reason, the old sergeant didn't drive the obstructive child back.

Instead, he took the initiative to take him by his side, and even Viserys stood aside to listen during the battle meeting.

And in the city head of Storm's End.

Stannis held the icy battlements in his hands, his face tense, his body straight, his broad shoulders carrying the mountains.

At this time, his whole body was soaked by the rain, and his heart was as cold as the rain.

The young heir to the Iron Throne looked at the fire rising into the sky in the distant port, and clenched his fists. His five fingers actually grabbed a thin powder of stone from the cold and hard battlements. His fingers were also torn apart unconsciously. The scars were stained with blood.

But now Stannis is undecided about the pain.

He only felt that his breathing was a little short, his chest was constantly rising and falling violently, and then the vision in front of him was gradually blurring, and he couldn't see it clearly.

Then it was spinning.

"grown ups!"

The guard beside him exclaimed.

Then he hurriedly hugged Stannis, preventing him from fainting and falling under the city wall.

Otherwise, if Stannis, the 100-foot-high wall of Storm's End, stumbles and falls, it will really be a dead end.

The king's brother, the heir to the Iron Throne, fell from the city walls and fell to his death, and it really became a joke.

"Where's Maester Cressen?"

"quick!"

"Hurry up and find the bachelor!"

The guard shouted while holding Stannis, who had fainted.

Then other soldiers hurried into the castle to find Maester Cressen, who served the Baratheon family.

And at the same time.

On the remote island of Dragonstone.

The outside world is a terrifying scene like the end of the day. The thick dark clouds in the gloomy sky are almost pressing on the ground, and the strong wind is mixed with the addition of heavy rain.

The pea-sized rain poured down and slapped on the solid castle, and the 'dragon' on Dragonstone Island roared in the sky, seemingly fighting against this terrible disaster.

At the center of this unprecedented storm surge in Westeros, Dragonstone towers high above the rough sea, allowing the terrifying waves to crash on the cliffs and make a huge roar.

The sky was gloomy and terrifying, and the waves became manic and restless, arrogant and raging.

Lightning streaks across the sky, illuminating the dragon standing still amid the mighty waves.

In an instant, the sky and the earth lit up.

click -

And thunder followed.

rumbling—

…

The outside world is like the end of the world, but inside the Stone Drum Tower is heavily guarded.

"quick!"

"Stop the water here!"

Almost all the soldiers of the entire Dragonstone Island were concentrated in the castle, and they were in high tension to discharge the flood and fight the disaster.

After more than half a year, the former Red Fort instructor put on the armor again, held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and personally guarded the gate, but his face was slightly ugly.

This bad weather has stimulated the old wounds on his body. The old wounds that had almost been pierced by a sword in his abdomen were itchy and painful like countless ants gnawing on them in such thunderstorm weather, and it was almost unbearable.

As Rhaegar's designated acting city lord of Dragonstone, Ser Shad, the illegitimate son of Dorne, also appeared outside the door. He sat beside Ser William, his eyes were a little erratic.

Everyone is nervous.

Because Queen Layla, who was pregnant, finally reacted today, she hurriedly called for the help of a midwife and several maids. Now Her Majesty the Queen is giving birth in the house.

And inside the house.

The lightning, thunder, wind and rain outside undoubtedly affected the mother's mood.

The long silver hair was scattered on the bed, and Queen Layla's consciousness was gradually blurred.

Women spread their legs and try their best to give birth to their own children, but not everything in the world will be smooth sailing.

Having a baby is undoubtedly one of the hardest things for a woman to do.

"quick!"

"Stop the bleeding!"

The inexperienced midwife in the house and the queen's maid hurriedly helped the queen give birth.

However, at this moment, the blood under the queen's body seemed to flow unstoppably.

In addition, Queen Layla herself is already an advanced mother who has become a grandmother. Even if Viserys has been urging her to exercise more, the woman's body is still unable to withstand such torture.

Finally gave up resistance.

"Joanna."

The woman's consciousness has been completely blurred, her will collapse is no longer resisting, and her chapped lips are lightly chanting the name of the past.

"Bonifer."

"Aerys."

Layla seemed to see her whole life in front of her eyes, and it was being re-screened at a rapid pace.

"Rhaka."

"Viserys."

"My my children."

A crystal teardrop slid down from the corner of his eye.